Chapter 41: Strange Sounds Every Night
Chapter 41: Strange Sounds Every Night
Standing outside the door were a young man in his twenties and a high school-aged teenager.
Fang Cheng’s expression shifted slightly.
Their equipment matched Kanzaki Rin’s exactly, making their identities obvious—they were members of the Disaster Countermeasures Department.
Thoughts flooded Fang Cheng’s mind in an instant.
_Had his identity been exposed?
Did Kanzaki Rin betray him?
Or had these two simply come to the wrong door?_
Fang Cheng didn’t bother masking his nervousness—anyone would tense up at the sight of two fully armed strangers.
Staying overly calm would’ve been suspicious, like advertising he had something to hide.
“Who are you? What’s this about?” he asked, hands gripping the doorframe as if ready to slam it shut.
The older youth produced an ID card, holding it up. “We’re special police from the Disaster Countermeasures Department.”
The badge matched Kanzaki Rin’s, except this one bore the title of full member rather than intern. The name read: Maeda Kenichi.
Fang Cheng eyed the younger visitor. “Your ID?”
Both men blinked in surprise—no citizen had ever demanded IDs from everyone before. But the request was perfectly legal.
The teenager fumbled to show his intern ID labeled Kujou Arata.
“Don’t worry, we’re here to—”
“Hold on.”
Fang Cheng cut off Maeda Kenichi, pulling out his phone. “Let me verify your badge numbers. Can’t be too careful with all the police impersonators lately.”
Maeda Kenichi & Kujou Arata: “……”
Indignation swelled in their chests. _Couldn’t this idiot see their honest faces and upright bearing? Since when did they look like frauds?_
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Yet Fang Cheng’s actions were technically faultless. The awkward tension dissolved slightly under his antics.
The Disaster Countermeasures Department’s website confirmed Maeda Kenichi’s details. Kujou Arata’s records were absent—interns’ documents weren’t public.
Setting his phone down, Fang Cheng offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m just cautious. What brings you here?”
Maeda Kenichi finally stated, “We received reports of potential monster activity in this apartment building.”
“Monsters?” Fang Cheng’s eyes widened with feigned fear. “What kind?”
Maeda Kenichi studied Fang Cheng’s expression and said, “It’s unclear. Have you noticed anything unusual lately—strange people or sounds?”
“Let me think!”
Fang Cheng furrowed his brow, then whispered, “I’ve heard odd noises at night.”
Maeda Kenichi and Kujou Arata exchanged glances, their expressions tightening. “Describe them in detail,” Maeda urged.
“Around midnight, there’s strange shouting from upstairs. The same phrases over and over.”
“What phrases?” Kujou Arata pressed eagerly. Maeda shot him a sidelong look but stayed silent.
Fang Cheng waved them closer. Both men leaned in, ears angled toward him.
“Stuff like ‘Ya Mie Die, Ya Mie Die,’ ‘Yi Ku Yi Ku,’ and things like ‘I can’t take it—have mercy!’”
Kujou Arata’s face flushed crimson.
Maeda snapped irritably, “This is official business. Stop joking.”
Fang Cheng said with a mysterious air, “No joke. You’d think it’s normal—except the voices are all male.”
Kujou Arata gasped. “A forced scenario?”
Both Fang Cheng and Maeda whirled to stare at him.
“What nonsense!” Maeda barked.
Kujou Arata clapped a hand over his mouth, bowing deeply. “Apologies, Maeda-senpai!”
Maeda snorted softly before addressing Fang Cheng sternly. “We’re inspecting your residence. Cooperate.”
“Hold on.” Fang Cheng’s phone buzzed. After a brief muttered exchange, he aimed its camera at them. “Come in.”
Maeda Kenichi’s eye twitched at the blatant distrust.
Swallowing his pride, he muttered, “Pardon the intrusion,” and led Kujou Arata inside.
In the entranceway, both men shifted into guarded stances, poised to cover each other—a seamless display of training.
The sparse living room revealed Fang Cheng’s entire apartment at a glance.
Maeda froze at the kitchen counter. His hand flew to his holstered pistol upon spotting the bowl of duck blood for spicy blood stew.
Unlike Kanzaki Rin, Countermeasures Department members like Maeda carried firearms.
“Explain the blood,” Maeda demanded, gaze locked on Fang Cheng.
Kujou Arata stepped out of Fang Cheng’s line of sight, communicator in hand, ready to summon reinforcements.
“Bought it at the market,” Fang Cheng replied evenly.
“Why?” Maeda’s voice rose.
“For spicy blood stew.”
“Spicy blood stew?”
Maeda Kenichi and Kujou Arata both thought they’d misheard.
“Cut the jokes.”
Maeda Kenichi whipped out his handgun and pointed it at Fang Cheng. “Did you steal human blood from the hospital?”
The silver bullets in his gun meant Fang Cheng’s heart would get pierced the moment he acted suspicious. Fang Cheng sighed, set down his phone, and trudged toward the kitchen without a word. Maeda Kenichi kept his weapon steady, eyes locked on Fang Cheng.
…
Tires screamed against asphalt as Kanzaki Rin skidded her car sideways into a parking spot. She abandoned the vehicle, new tires be damned, and bolted into the apartment building. The elevator would’ve wasted seconds – she took the stairs three at a time.
Back at the Countermeasures Department, she’d overheard the message that froze her blood: an anonymous tip about a vampire at Fang Cheng’s address. By the time she’d processed this, surveillance teams were already rolling out.
Her phone call to Fang Cheng during the drive proved useless – the guy just grunted replies. That could only mean one thing: Countermeasures agents were already interrogating him. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. If they uncovered his identity, every shred of her hope would vanish.
She blew through red lights, speedometer needle trembling. Bursting through Fang Cheng’s doorway moments later, she braced for gunfire or spells – only to choke on the smell of chili oil.
Three faces turned from their steaming pot of spicy blood stew. Fang Cheng, Maeda Kenichi, and Kujou Arata stared at her, lips glistening red.
Silence hung thick until Kujou Arata slurped a noodle.