Chapter 195: A Perplexed Deputy Director

Everyone watched the youngster draw limes and weird symbols across the floor in disbelief. 

They couldn't help looking at Donghai, with expressions playing: 'You wouldn't have brought a mental patient here, would you?'

~Scribble! Scribble! Scribble!~

The room was silent, except for the constant scribbling noises of the chalk clashing onto the ground very softly. 

This... This... This... 

Everyone wanted an explanation from Donghai. 

But if you ask him, then who shall he ask?

This was also his first time seeing this.

He thought the Grandmaster would bring in cups of tea again. But who would've known that he would choose to doodle this time?

Without an explanation, it looked like he came here to joke instead. Maybe if he didn't see the Grandmaster's skills, he would believe that.

But Donghai knew that he was very serious.

Many had black lines of rage on their faces when seeing Dorian's actions. 

"Everyone, please! Be patient and trust in the Grandmaster!"

There was no use arguing with people who didn't even know the enemy. 

Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

The clock on the wall ticked steadily. 

And soon, Dorian paused what he was doing, slowly turning his head to the doors. 

Boom! 

The doors opened, and in came several people in white suits, dragging a medical bed in. 

There were people on the bed, with sheets over their heads. 

Good... Now everyone was here. 

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"Haru, the doors... Bewoh, window and vents."

"On it, Grandmaster!" The duo replied, quickly fasting towards various corners of the room, placing strange papers on them. 

Pah! Pah! Pah! 

Slowly walking towards the badly broken and damaged bathroom door, Dorian scattered a thick layer of sacred salt against it. 

Seeing how tense and swift the trio worked, everyone couldn't sit still anymore.

"What the hell is going on here? What are they doing?"

Uneasy. 

He and everyone else felt too uneasy. 

Before Donghai could speak, Dorian had already appeared behind him. 

"Get the bodies into the circle."

Gulp. 

"Y... Yes, Grandmaster." Donghai, Leah, and the other 2 who visited his estate answered swiftly, ready to do as they were told. 

Their hands shook vigorously, stretching out for the covered bodies. 

'Please... Don't make it come alive while I'm carrying it.'

Those were their only prayers in their hearts.

Many gritted their teeth in fury, especially the forensic pathologists who came in with the body. 

"Boy! Have you no respect for the dead? If you want to check their bodies, why not do it on the tables they're resting on?"

What was the point of placing them down on the floor so disrespectfully? Do you know that these bodies were butt naked?

"Deputy Director Shore! Are you really going to let them do this?!"

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Xiang Shore squinted his eyes deeply. Though he too was annoyed, he believed that Old Gia would call this boy here for nothing.

"We'll go along with their play."

"But..."

"Enough!' He exclaimed, raising his hand to call for silence before focusing on Donghai.

"Do as he said. That's an order!... As for you, boy! I hope for your sake that this isn't some cheap trick!"

Boom! 

Xiang Shore revealed his aura, trying to intimate Dorian. 

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Only, the results were not what he expected. 

Everyone felt their hearts stop just from the Deputy Director's ferocious gaze. 

But when it came to Dorian, he only lazily gave a brief nod in understanding, directing his attention to the couple.

'_'

Xiang Shore was taken aback, revealing a broadened smile in the end. 

Oh?

Interesting... Very interesting. 

He relaxed his stance, subconsciously standing directly opposite Dorian, observing his every move and expression. 

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Haru and Bewoh stood beside Dorian, holding onto the blue and brown wooden boxes in their hands. 

Haru looked at the scene thoughtfully. 

"Grandmaster, why allow them and not us to carry the bodies into the circle?"

"Because they're already marked. Just to be safe, I don't want any of you getting too close contact with it."

Even though he had placed the creature at a dormant stage, these bodies could contaminate or infect others, just like how his parents got infected by that powerful underworld creature without getting marked. 

Being infected and being called were 2 different things. 

And Dorian didn't want either for anyone within the room. 

After this, it was best for him to check everyone who had been in contact with these bodies when the creature was awake.

Who knows how many people are both affected and marked.

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Marked?

Overhearing Dorian's words, Leah once again recalled the horrifying images she saw on Donghai's back because he was marked. 

Augh~

A feel shiver crawled her spine, wishing for this whole thing to come to an end. 

"Haru, candles... Bewoh, you know what to do."

"Right!"

Bewoh glanced at everyone sternly. 

"Take 4 steps back... And no matter what you see, do not draw your weapons!"

What the hell were they talking about? 

Everyone stepped back, feeling it all too ridiculous. 

A part of their brain had begun believing in some off thought that was too silly. 

However, the rational part told them it couldn't be true. 

So many chuckled and laughed, stepped back playfully... Especially the Forensic Pathologists

They didn't believe anything bizarre would occur.

Nonetheless, they still kept their vigilance, feeling that some mortal assassin would pop in through any of the openings.

Lying trough.

How was the paper on the doors and vents supposed to stop a killer from coming in?

... Or could it be that the killer is one of them?

Xiang Shore was silent, feeling very confused deep down. 

The others didn't know, but Old Gia told him not to have a heart attack. At first, he chuckled in disbelief, wondering what could possibly make him feel that way. He felt Old Gia might be joking with him.

But now, he wasn't so sure anymore.

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Once again, silence covered the scene as everyone watched Haru take out several medium-sized candles, placing them strategically around the circle. 

One by one, he lit them up, constantly repeating the same sentence over and over again. 

~Swswgswhswgswhswh~

He began sweating the more he spoke. 

Finally, the last candle was lit. 

Good...

They could begin!

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