Killer Training Camp - Chapter 42 Son of God
When Zhan Zhao got back to the S.C.I. office, he rushed back into his
own office.
Bai Yutang and Bai Chí who had followed behind him all this way were
utterly confused by how anxious he looked.
“Kitty, what are you looking for?”
“Xiao Bai, do you still remember the batch of old English newspapers I
bought previously?” Zhan Zhao asked him in turn as he looked for it.
Bai Yutang pondered for a bit before replying, “The ones you bought by
weight?”
“Yeah… I remember it should be around here somewhere…” Zhan Zhao was
getting more and more anxious as he searched. “It couldn’t be that I
threw it out, could it?”
“Nope! It’s in the second last cupboard to the right of your filing
cabinet,” Bai Yutang said with certainty.
“…?… Really?” Zhan Zhao was a little sceptical.
“Definitely!” Bai Yutang nodded and walked over, to stop Zhan Zhao who
was about to pull open the cupboard door, “I’ll do it, this act has a
certain risk factor to it.”
With that, he leaned away sideways, gave the cupboard door a violent
pull and—zoom! He got out of the way in a flash.
Fwoosh! The old, yellowed newspapers gushed out like a flood.
“How did it end up like that?” Zhan Zhao was stunned by the mountain of
newspapers.
Bai Yutang shrugged. “I knew it would ‘explode’ one day when I saw you
shove those papers into the cupboard like no tomorrow.”
“Quick, help me find it!” Zhan Zhao rolled up his sleeves and rushed in
to dig at the newspaper mountain. “Help me find an article called《The Son of the Gods》. It’s probably from a paper in the 70s.”
(lilies: "the son of the gods" is written in english in the raws same
with the next line)
“The Son of the Gods?” Bai Yutang was bewildered. “Son of the
gods? What? Is it a novel?”
“No, it’s an article about psychology.” Zhan Zhao rummaged through the
papers with haste.
“Bai Chí! Come and help!” Bai Yutang’s eyes were starting to spin from
all those newspapers covered in word so he called Bai Chí who was
nibbling on his bread on the side over.
Bai Chí put down his bread and wiped off the crumbs against his pants
before joining into the pile of newspapers.
As the three of them quickly searched through the newspapers, Bai Yutang
suddenly tapped on Zhan Zhao.
Zhan Zhao perked up and turned to him immediately. “You found it?”
Bai Yutang shook his head and pointed at Bai Chí—they were greeted with
the sight of him browsing through the newspapers at an inhuman speed.
Zhan Zhao chuckled and whispered, “With his IQ, his reading at least ten
thousand words per minute. And believe it or not, he can recite—word for
word—all the ones he just glanced through.”
“Are you for real?” Bai Yutang’s eyes rounded, “Isn’t that even more
powerful than a computer?”
Zhan Zhao winked at him. “The Bai family has finally produced someone
with brains.”
“Mhm～～” Bai Yutang nodded in agreement until he finally processed what
Zhan Zhao just said, “Damn Cat, are you saying I’m all brawn?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You～～”
“Ah!” Just when that pair of older brothers were about to start
bickering again, Xiao Bai suddenly exclaimed, “I found it!”
Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked at him at the same time.
Then they saw Bai Chí climb out of the mountain of newspapers that
surrounded him with much struggle. With his head tilted upwards towards
Zhan Zhao, he passed the newspaper to the latter while asking, “Ge,
look, is this the one?”
Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao both gasped at the same time.
There it is! It appeared! Ears have popped up and his tail is also
starting to wag around!! Ah, so cute～～～
Zhan Zhao took a look at the newspaper; it was from 1976; in the
academic section on the third page was a piece titled《The son of the
gods》. Although it was only the size of a dried tofu, Bai Chí still did
not miss it.
(lilies: ahhh dried tofu, delish!)
“This is the one.” Zhan Zhao looked at Bai Chí in astonishment.
Bai Chí’s eyes narrowed in contentment at the sight of the smile in Zhan
Zhao’s eyes. The latter reached out to stroke him on the head. “Good
boy～～～ You’re so capable.”
Bai Yutang couldn’t help but facepalm when he saw Bai Chí’s ears drooped
with joy and his tail wagged even harder from being praised.
Is this kid really a Bai?? It’s got to be a genetic mutation!!!
(lilies: do doggo’s ears become flat when they’re happy?)
Zhan Zhao was already completely focused on reading that article.
“Kitty, what does this article have to do with the case?” Bai Yutang
came over curiously; little Bai Chí leaned in as well.
“This is a report on early research on multiple personalities[1]. This
article portrayed people with multiple personality disorder as a species
with special abilities given by the gods, a species superior to ordinary
humans, thus giving them the title of sons of the gods. This article
left a particularly deep impression on me because the author propagated
the idea that these ‘children of God’ were humanity’s ultimate
weapon.”
As he said that, Zhan Zhao pointed to a line in the text.
”Look, it’s written here: ‘whoever has the power to control these
ultimate weapons will become the king of the future world.’”
“Wow～～” Bai Yutang laughed out loud. “This completely aligns with the
logic of this case. Could this author actually be a prophet??”
“Speaking of which, Cat,” Bai Yutang said, seeming to have thought of
something, “～～You’ve read these papers? And you remember all of them?”
Zhan Zhao and Bai Chí turned to look at him at the same time, looking
all confused. “Is there something wrong with that?”
…Bai Yutang managed an awkward laugh while shaking his head. “Nope～～
Nothing’s wrong.” Then, he cleared his throat and said without showing
any of that awkwardness on his face[2], “Continue! Let’s continue with
the case!”
Bai Chí pointed to the name of the author below the title and asked,
“Who is this Vincent Brown?”
“Vincent Brown?” Zhan Zhao repeatedly murmured this name under his
breath, “Vincent… Brown… Ah!”
“It’s Dr. Wilson’s real name!” Zhan Zhao exclaimed softly.
“What?” Bai Yutang also got quite the shock at that information. “Kitty,
are you sure? Didn’t that old man say that multiple personalities don't
exist? No matter how you look at this, the author of this article is an
absolute fan of this idea.”
“Zhan Zhao’s brows were tightly wrinkled together. “I don’t really get
it either.”
“Could it be that he believed in it 30 years ago, but stopped later,”
Bai Chí suggested, “Just like how I believe in Santa Claus 10 years ago
but stopped 10 years later…”
(lilies: awhh this wittle behbeh)
When Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao turned to stare at him, Bai Chí meekly
shut his mouth. “J-Just take it that I never said anything.”
Sitting on the newspapers, Bai Yutang brought a hand to his chin and
said, “Kitty, I suddenly thought of something.”
(lilies: the thinker from Night at the Museum pfft)
“Oh?” Zhan Zhao gazed at him with great interest. “What a coincidence, I
thought of something as well. You go first.”
Bai Yutang nodded and said, “This case was opened because of an
assassination attempt on Dr. Wilson with the sniper. Although it was
very dangerous, he happened to escape death. This time, at a dinner
party hosted by himself, he was stabbed by his own wife, and so luckily,
he survived again.”
(lilies: clearly they’ve never read that article about that nurse who
survived multiple sunken ships)
Zhan Zhao and Bai Chí both nodded at his words.
“On the surface, it absolutely seems like the victim, but when you think
about it, something feels very fishy,” Bai Yutang concluded.
“Mhm.” Zhan Zhao bobbed his head in agreement and got to his feet while
grabbing a blank piece of paper and a few pens from the table.
“Let’s straighten out all the relationships between all the people
involved in this case.” He picked up a pen and drew a circle on the
white paper as he continued, “First, the people who were manipulated.
Look, we have, Qi Lei, Yang Feng, and Jon.”
“Qi Lei and Jon have a connection—the sniper rifle.” In the intersection
between the two circles representing Qi Lei and Jon, Zhan Zhao wrote the
word “gun”.
(lilies: I believe he’s drawing something like a Venn diagram)
“And both of these people are related to Pang Yu!” Bai Yutang chimed in,
“Qi Lei learned how to shoot at his shooting club while Jon is friends
with him.”
“That’s right!” Zhan Zhao continued, “Which means to say that these two
cases are directed at Pang Yu.”
“Qi Lei and Yang Feng aren’t actually related in any way, but there’s
another link between them, and that is Jia Zhengyan!” clever little Bai
Chí analysed following Zhan Zhao’s line of reasoning,
“There’s a connection between Jia Zhengyan and Jon and that’s the
drugs!!”
“Attaboy[3]!” Zhan Zhao freed a hand to pat him on the head. “Following
this logic, this case is
“Which means to say that what we need to find next is someone who’s
related to both Pang Yu and Jia Zhengyan! Or acquainted through other
connections,” Zhan Zhao concluded, “The statuses of these two people are
very different, and so is the nature of their work so there shouldn’t be
many of such people that fit the criteria.”
“Don’t forget!” Bai Yutang suddenly blurted, “It is very likely that Qi
Le has seen this person before!”
Zhan Zhao and Bai Chi looked up at him in surprise at the same time.
“What’s wrong?” Bai Yutang had a puzzled look on his face. “Why else
would someone be out for Qi Le’s life?”
Zhan Zhao asked with a blank expression on his face, “Xiao Bai, has
anyone ever told you…” And he paused here.
“Told me what?” Bai Yutang was confused. Did he make a fool of himself
somehow??
Zhan Zhao suddenly reached out and started rubbing Bai Yutang’s hair
violently as he said through clenched teeth, “That sometimes you’re as
dumb as a microbe and sometimes more genius than a genius!!!”
With his hair all messed up like a bird’s nest and a face of despair,
Bai Yutang cried out, “Microbe? Kitty… I got downgraded again～～～”
(lilies: I guess it’s a downgrade cause amoeba are considered
eukaryotes while microbes are not lol)
At the shooting range of Guanglong Shooting Club in S City…
Ma Han had just finished shooting the last round when a whistle came
from the side.
The shooting coach clapped his hands and said as he looked at the
shooting target, “Oh my god, you could go to the Olympics!!! You’re
definitely no amateur!!”
Ma Han put down the gun and turned around to leave after giving the
coach a cold look.
“Hey! Wait! Do you want to be a coach?” The shooting coach ran after him
from behind and followed Ma Han into the locker room.
Taking the opportunity while Ma Han was changing out of his training
clothes, the coach struck up a conversation with him. “You’re so cool. I
haven’t seen you talk much. Tell me honestly, are you a professional?”
“I’m a cop,” Ma Han spat out the words coldly.
“…” That person was clearly flabbergasted. “You… Oh! You must be a
sniper!!”
Since a moment ago, Ma Han keenly sensed someone watching him from the
shadows—it could be someone hiding in the corner or watching him through
a hidden camera… It’s just that he’s a sniper with many years of field
experience under his belt, when it came to sensitivity, apart from Bai
Yutang, no one in the entire police station could match up to him.
Success or failure… perhaps it would all be dependent on his next move.
Ma Han made up his mind. After so many days of laying low, I’ll show you
crazy.
That coach was about to talk some more when he suddenly realised that
something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. When he looked up at
Ma Han… It was only a glance but shock took out virtually all the
strength from his legs and he fell onto the ground.
Right now, Ma Han’s eyes were wide open, it’s like even pupils were
enlarged; veins were popping on his forehead, and his nostrils flared
with each breath he took. Unlike his usual cold expression, at this
moment he had a somewhat bizarre smile plastered on his face as he
stared at the coach just like that—it was as if he were another person.
Ma Han crouched down slowly and reached out to gently grip the coach's
neck, gazing at the blood vessels along his neck, as though he would
open his mouth to reveal sharp fangs and bite down on it.
“W-What are you doing…” The coach’s voice trembled slightly.
Ma Han felt like he could already hear the breaths of the observer from
the shadows becoming stronger and stronger—the next moment was crucial.
He closed in his fingers with surprising strength.
The coach desperately reached out and slapped Ma Han’s hand but it was
just like an ant trying to shake a tree. Ma Han smiled grimly, almost
bloodthirsty.
“No… H-Help～～ Help me～～～” The coach shouted in a hoarse voice.
In that instant, as if he had been pricked by a needle, Ma Han jumped
back with a jolt.
Somewhat still in a trance, he let go of his hand and looked at the
coach who had managed to break free. The coach held his neck where
bruises in the shape of a palm formed and ran away with a strange shriek
of panic.
Ma Han just knelt frozen in place, gazing at his hands, which were still
shaking slightly. He pounded his head in pain, making a dull sound.
Then, as if he had lost his mind, he punched the metal lockers beside
him, again and again; a low growl like that of a young beast escaped his
throat, filled with immense pain and bottomless despair.
He performed every key point Zhan Zhao told him about to his heart's
content—even the look in his eyes, he tried to make it as spot-on as
possible… Finally, the locker was already dripping with fresh blood Ma
Han looked at his hands at a loss. Then, he staggered onto his feet and
ran away like he lost his soul[4]…
Not long after Ma Han left, someone came into the changing room. He had
already properly enjoyed the show in front of the monitor and was
feeling quite satisfied. He made his way to the bloody locker and
touched the sticky blood that had yet to dry with his finger…
Another outstanding one; an excellent son of the Devil.
Ma Han only fully came back to his senses after he returned home and sat
in from of his computer and he was indescribably tired
“Ge, you’re back?” His sister walked in. “…Ge!! What happened to your
hand?” Ma Xin shrieked, “Mom～～ Mom…”
“Shh～～” Ma Han hurriedly pulled his sister in and closed the door.
“You can’t let Mom know, there’ll be no end to her nagging.”
“Your hands are bleeding!!” Ma Xin huffed and dug out a medical box from
the cupboard to treat his wounds.
“How’s school?” Seeing his sister looking all unhappy, Ma Han asked with
a cheeky smile, “Our future great doctor!”
“I’m only a college freshman!! Oh great detective!!”
(lilies: i need a better way to translate 神探 ໒( •́ ∧ •̀ )७)
After carefully bandaging Ma Han’s hands, Ma Xin said, “Mom made a
certain someone’s favourite red bean soup but I think said certain
someone doesn’t dare go out in this state.”
Ma Han looked at his bandaged hands that could rival that of a mummy’s
and grimaced, “Xinxin, don’t you think you’re being overdramatic with
this?”
“I’ll go bring it in for you～～ Since you look like such a poor thing.”
Ma Xin went away with a giggle and came back in a moment later with a
bowl full of red bean soup.
Ma Han’s bad mood for the day came to an end after the refreshing and
delicious red bean soup went into his stomach. He suddenly thought of Qi
Le; she seemed to be around the same age as Ma Xin… He wondered how she
felt when Qi Lei died. If he were to die, Ma Xin would probably break
down…
“Ke～～” He lowered his head to look at his mummified hands. “Killer
Training Camp? …Goddamnit…”
Ding～～～ Something flashed onto the screen…
Ma Han stared at his computer in slight disbelief; the display showed
that he had an incoming email… The hand that reached out for the mouse
couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
He opened the email with great effort and a short sentence reflected in
his eyes: “Listen to the demons in your heart, use your gun and sweep
away the trash that shouldn't exist.”
And the email was actually signed off as Killer Training Camp.
Ma Han froze for three seconds before jumping up abruptly. “Phone…
phone…”
Bai Yutang was daydreaming on the sofa, listening to the sound of
running water coming from the bathroom, imagining the water droplets
falling on Zhan Zhao’s body… slowly sliding down along that fair,
porcelain skin…
Then, he shook his head violently.
Don’t think about it; I can’t think about it… else I’m going to have
a nosebleed.
Dididididid～～～～ When his mind was going to places it
shouldn’t be, the sudden ringing of the phone gave him the shock of his
life. He picked up the phone—Ma Han?!
Bai Yutang almost jumped up as he hurriedly pressed the answer button.
“Hello, Ma Han?!”
“Capt.! It’s here!!”
“What?” Bai Yutang felt like Ma Han’s voice was shaking a little… or
maybe his voice was also shaking a little.
“T-The email from Killer Training Camp is here. Q-Quick, get Dr. Zhan…
Reply to the mail…” Ma Han was a little excited.
“Ah… Oh, okay!” Bai Yutang rushed to the bathroom with the phone and
pulled open the door.
“Kitty! Cat, phone! Pho…”
There, within the cloud of vapour, Zhan Zhao stood completely naked
under the shower, water droplets rolling down his body, his hair tucked
behind his ears, revealing his fine forehead.
Bai Yutang’s head was in a mess. All that filled his head was how fair
this Cat’s skin was, how slender, and a waist so narrow. His legs are so
long, every joint so small and delicate… and those long lashes that
water droplets hung from, those big eyes, and that… round… little…
butt～～～
Holy～～～～
Bai Yutang just felt his nose tingling and his brain heating up.
On the other end of the line, Ma Han was beginning to feel a little
puzzled after not hearing anything back for so long when he heard an
earth-shattering shout, “AaaAAaah～～ You damned Mouse! Get the hell
out!!!”
…
Two minutes later, fresh out of the shower, Zhan Zhao was wrapped in a
bathrobe. He stood in front of the computer in a huff and put the phone
on loudspeaker. “Ma Han, send the email to me.”
“Okay.” Ma Han quickly forwarded the email to Zhan Zhao.
Zhan Zhao opened the mail and after scanning through it once, he praised
Ma Han internally: Beautifully done, Ma Han.
”You don’t have to reply for now!”
“I don’t have to reply?” Ma Han asked.
Zhan Zhao quickly tapped away on the keyboard and sent him three emails.
“Ma Han, check your inbox, I sent you three messages, each marked with a
number. You probably won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
“No problem! How do I reply?”
“He’ll keep sending you that email. When he sends you a second time,
reply to him with the first email I sent you. If he sends it a fifth
time; you reply with the second one and you can go to sleep after that.
Then, around 5-6 AM tomorrow morning, send him the third one regardless
of whether or not he sends you another mail.”
“Alright…” Ma Han and Zhan Zhao continued talking for a while more but
not a single word made it into the ears of Bai Yutang who was standing
at the back. Right now, his entire head was filled with the scene he
just saw. Even though the Zhan Zhao before him was covered in a thin
bathrobe, it couldn’t block Bai Yutang’s imaginations, much less the
parts that were exposed outside of it: his neck; long, slender thighs;
his bare feet. Because he was in such a hurry, he didn’t even wear
slippers—that white, tender little feet, well-groomed toes… So cute… and
sexy…
(lilies: bai yutang lowkey acting like he has a foot fetish
ahahha)
Before he knew it, he stretched out his hand.
Zhan Zhao was feeling a little excited after hanging up the call with Ma
Han. It seemed that Ma Han’s operation was mostly successful—they were
already halfway there—at least they managed to establish that there was
a direct connection between the shooting club and Killer Training Camp.
Just then, he felt a grip on his waist, and by the time he reacted to
it, he was already encased in Bai Yutang’s arms from behind and he could
feel a warm breath coming from his ear…
“Quit it, let’s talk about the cas—ah!” Zhan Zhao let out a short cry of
surprise, biting his lower lip as he turned around to glare at Bai
Yutang. “You… Hnn～～”
“Ah…” Zhan Zhao turned around red-faced and gave Bai Yutang a hard
shove. When the latter took a step back from the force, he seized the
opportunity dart towards the bedroom like a bullet with his head
lowered, slamming the door shut.
Bai Yutang looked at the closed door and let out a long sigh as he
plopped onto the ground somewhat weakly. In the end, he simply laid down
on the ground with his arms spread wide, making a “大” character with
his body.
His whole body felt like it was on fire. He finally understood what was
meant by burning with desire. He dejectedly brought a hand to his
forehead; still feeling the soft, velvety touch in his hands… Kitty, oh,
kitty, you’re gonna be the death of me… Whatever do I do with
you～～You’re tormenting me, you silly cat.
(lilies: technically the tormenting is supposed to be adjective
sighs… english…)
At night…
In the bedroom, Kitty Zhan was pretending to be an ostrich, trapping
himself under the covers, all huddled up on the bed.
In the bathroom, Mouse Bai was taking a cold shower, learning the song
of the wolves…
(lilies: awoooo! also technically the raws say werewolf but idk i
think this flows slightly better? maybe?)
2. Written as "面不改色" which would be directly translated to
"without a change in expression" but this phrase means remaining composed
in the face of danger and in context Bai Yutang at risk of losing his
OPness in front of two geniuses? lol↩
4. Written as "失魂落魄" I directly translated this phrase but it's
basically just to emphasise that he looked lost, disoriented—that
trance-like state kinda vibe—and maybe a little traumatised based on
context.↩
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gold
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