Chapter Sixty-Four: Even a Silent Fart Has Its Power.

Wang Zixuan said, “But the results of the gas comparison test are consistent. Dr. Bai absolutely wouldn’t make a mistake.”

Hao Yingjun replied, “That’s what I thought too. So I have a rather immature idea. The fart—it was released by Wang Beibei. But what if she didn’t let it out that day? What if it was stored? In other words, it was a ‘preserved fart.’”

Wang Zixuan asked, somewhat disgusted, “Preserved fart?”

Hao Yingjun explained, “Yes, one that’s been kept for a while. I checked the information on this. Farts can be preserved.”

Wang Zixuan was puzzled. “But it’s all just farting. Why would she go to such lengths? Why would she take her own archived fart and use it for an explosion?”

Hao Yingjun said, “Wang Beibei probably wouldn’t, and has no reason to preserve her own fart. But what about someone else? Is it possible that someone else preserved hers?”

He picked up a photo from a cabinet and handed it to Wang Zixuan.

Hao Yingjun said, “Look, this is the person in the photo. I used Wang Beibei’s phone to message him, asking where he was. The location he sent back—it's right here.”

Wang Zixuan asked, “So you mean this person wants to harm Wang Zhaodi?”

Hao Yingjun replied, “It’s not certain yet. Look at this.”

He pointed to a clothes rack, and Wang Zixuan looked over. There was a wig and a woman’s blouse.

Hao Yingjun said, “I suspect that person used these things to disguise himself as Wang Beibei in the mall.”

Wang Zixuan, still perplexed, asked, “But why would one fox store another fox’s fart? And frame her for it?”

At that moment, they heard someone unlocking the door outside. Wang Zixuan quickly grabbed Hao Yingjun and hid.

“Quick, hide!” Wang Zixuan whispered.

Just as they concealed themselves, a tall, skinny man carrying takeout walked in. He sat down, sniffed the unpleasant air in the room, and pulled out a bottle of perfume from his bag, spraying it around. The cheap scent made Wang Zixuan want to sneeze, but Hao Yingjun covered his mouth with his hand. After spraying, the man sat down, took out his phone, and sent a message: “Zhaodi, where are you? I miss you.” He sent it straight away.

At that moment, Hao Yingjun’s phone suddenly rang in his pocket, making it impossible for them to stay hidden. The man looked around and walked toward their hiding spot. Wang Zixuan burst out, brandishing a gun.

“Ferryman, investigating a case!” Wang Zixuan declared.

She managed to corner the suspect. The suspect grabbed a basin of water and threw it at Wang Zixuan, who dodged, and then hurled the basin at Hao Yingjun, who was holding a plunger. The suspect pushed open the window, grabbed a balloon, and leaped out.

Downstairs, a street vendor saw a person landing on his large umbrella.

He shouted, “What are you doing?!”

But when he saw the suspect’s face, he bolted in fear—the man’s face had morphed into that of a fox. Wang Zixuan floated down gracefully, holding an umbrella, like a fairy. Hao Yingjun, less fortunate, crashed onto the umbrella, which collapsed, his sensitive parts colliding painfully with the umbrella’s frame. A piercing, gut-wrenching scream echoed out.

The chase between the suspect and Wang Zixuan had only just begun. The suspect ran ahead, causing all sorts of trouble, leading them down the most difficult paths.

Wang Zixuan shouted, “Stop right there, you troublemaker!”

The suspect ran wildly, eventually darting through a barbecue stall, flipping tables, and weaving through a group of diners.