Chapter 94: Chapter Seventeen: The Twin-Headed Infant Reappears

Chen Mo had already taken off his police uniform, changed into a pure white casual outfit, with a small casual bag slung over his shoulder, walking out of the police station; looking at this appearance, he seemed to be off work and preparing to go home.

The two of us tailed her all the way, and to avoid her noticing we were following, I and Pangzi deliberately kept our distance.

At that moment, Chen Mo stopped at the intersection of the side street, while we were puzzled, she headed straight to a nearby stinky tofu stall, bought two large skewers, and began eating them with delight.

This girl… her taste is truly unique! Everyone says men fear durian, women fear stinky tofu, yet she does the opposite!

Gurgle… Pangzi rubbed his flat belly, staring at the two skewers of stinky tofu in Chen Mo's hand, and involuntarily swallowed.

"I'm so hungry!" Pangzi swallowed, his eyes lighting up as he stared at the stinky tofu stall ahead.

I shoved him: "Hey, can you be a bit more promising? We're here to tail someone!"

Pangzi pouted, rubbing his belly in a wronged tone: "Even when tailing someone, you've got to look after your five viscera temples!"

"Damn, you still have the nerve to say that? If it weren't for you stubbornly insisting on following Chen Mo, I'd be out getting a late-night snack by now, instead of wasting time here." I complained.

"Isn't this also doing a good deed a day, helping believers in trouble eliminate calamities? This is merit, especially for someone like you burdened with five flaws and three deficiencies—it's boundless merit. Merit can change fate, good deeds can resolve disasters, saving a life beats building a seven-story pagoda..."

Pangzi clasped his hands together, tirelessly lecturing me; if it weren't for his overly fat physique, I would have no hesitation suspecting he's none other than the reincarnation of Tang Sanzang from Journey to the West.

"And you're still talking… the girl's already run!" At the moment Pangzi was drooling profusely, Chen Mo had finished the tofu, turned, and slipped into a small alley.

"Damn, it's all your fault, wasting saliva here—hurry up and catch up." A seemingly righteous Daoist adept instantly turned into a foul-mouthed hooligan, and this hooligan was utterly shameless, pushing the responsibility that should have been his onto me.

I… damn it, who was spraying saliva all over the place just now.

After muttering a couple of complaints in my heart, I followed behind him.

By the time we turned into that pitch-black alley, we noticed the surroundings looked familiar; upon closer look, wasn't this the very alley where we'd discovered the female corpse earlier?

And as we entered the alley, Chen Mo had vanished without a trace; the whole alley was empty except for me and Pangzi.

"How could we lose her?" Pangzi muttered under his breath: "With her petite frame, how could she escape my 24k pure titanium gold eyes?"

I, standing nearby, couldn't help but roll my eyes at that—damn, those 24k pure titanium gold eyes? More like blind, gold-plated old-man eyes.

I had thought his narcissism would end there, but no sooner had he finished admiring himself than his lecherous side popped out again.

"Hai Sheng, could you check if there's a women's restroom nearby?"

Me… why are you looking for a women's restroom!

"Think about it—just a blink of an eye after turning into the alley, and she disappeared. Surely she ate some spicy hot pot, her stomach acted up, and she ran to the bathroom," Pangzi said very seriously: "Even if it were a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, nothing could stop our hearts set on saving that blossoming young girl."

Hehe… …At the end, Pangzi raised his eyebrows, lewdly rubbing his hands together.

"You fat bastard, would you die if you weren't lecherous?" I suppressed the rising anger inside me, forcing down the urge to give him a good beating.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath!" After inhaling several times with my hands moving from top to bottom, I calmly said to him: "Since we didn't find her, let's head back."

"Don't… just go back like that—don't you think we're being too impatient? We're one a direct disciple of the Splendid Light Sect, the other an inner-door disciple of Yin Mountain; how can we be defeated by such a minor setback?"

"Then what do you want? Are you really going to make me accompany you to look for a women's restroom?" The anger I had just suppressed flared up again.

"No need to look, I'm here!" At that moment, a clear voice rang out in the alley; Chen Mo's figure emerged from the bend. She crossed her arms, leaned against the nearby wall, and looked at us with a faint sneer.

"With your pathetic little tricks, you can't even tail a dog, yet you dare to follow Miss Chen!" Chen Mo narrowed her eyes, lifted her chin, and exhaled through her nose.

"Miss, how can you say that? Although we've just met by chance, you don't need to compare yourself to a dog! Do your parents know you're putting yourself down like this? They'd surely be heartbroken; even if they weren't, I'd feel heartbroken knowing it. A fine young lady in her prime, how could you suddenly turn into a filthy stray dog on the roadside?" Pangzi clutched his chest in anguish, his gaze at Chen Mo full of pain, as if lamenting why she doesn't cherish herself.

"Pangzi, are you going to keep talking about that hairless dog, or the one without fur?" I, ever the happy finisher, dealt another heavy blow to the enemy's heart.

"You two, that's enough! You dead fatty, first you took advantage of me, now you're insulting me—I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you, and I'll drop the Chen surname!" At that, Chen Mo's forehead veins bulged, her pretty face turning deathly pale.

But… why do these insulting words sound so familiar? Ah, this is the prelude to me beating Pangzi senseless after he pissed me off.

"You fat bastard, give me your life, Miss!" Chen Mo said nothing, clenched her fists, and charged forward.

"Holy shit, you dead Hai Sheng, can your mouth get any more vicious?" After complaining at me twice, Pangzi could only grit his teeth and meet her head-on.

I leaned against the moss-covered wall, picking my nostrils with disdain as I looked at Wang Da Pang. Vicious… …Brother, I seem to have always been just catering to you.

In the blink of an eye, the two were already locked in combat. Let's be honest, this policewoman Chen Mo truly has some skill; facing a hulk several times Pangzi's size, she didn't fall behind in the slightest.

She used the police force's common grappling combat art, focusing on the head, elbows, knees, ankles, fingers, and other important joints; this martial art originates from the Young Forest's Small Seizing Hand, yet differs from the Young Forest's Small Seizing, because it was developed in actual combat, making it simpler and more fierce.

Merely, she's not weak, and Pangzi isn't a pushover either; fighting with open palms, he truly isn't Chen Mo's match.

Even if she unleashed all her techniques, Pangzi remained unmoving like a mountain, facing the enemy nonchalantly.

The reason is simple: because of his physique, the martial arts Pangzi practices are all hard styles, with his tendons, bones, and joint positions tempered. Unless it's Supreme Ultimate arts that overcome hardness with softness, or Arhat Seven Injuries, which are hard styles that meet force with force, otherwise no matter how flashy the moves, they have little effect on Pangzi.

When Chen Mo and Pangzi sparred, it was like an egg striking a stone—the opponent unharmed, while her own hands ached terribly. Seeing as she had exhausted all her moves and Pangzi remained as immovable as a small hill, Chen Mo grew anxious, too, and slammed a side fist with her elbow joint hard into Pangzi's neck, then immediately withdrew and delivered a vicious straight kick to his abdomen.

However… this time she truly miscalculated.

At the exact moment her foot struck Pangzi's belly, Wang Da Pang's gleeful expression shifted, and he instantly assumed the posture of a devout Buddhist—palms together, knees slightly bent, settling into a firm horse stance.

With a booming thunder, after the huge impact, Chen Mo flew backward like a severed kite. Meanwhile Pangzi kept his head lowered, palms together, knees bent.

This is indeed one of the techniques of internal martial arts… the Maitreya Belly (Cotton Belly). Upon impact, it instantly erupts with stored power, then combines with the incoming force to rebound it back; he and Iron Back Mountain alike are extremely hidden arts of ancient martial arts.

Yet I still underestimated Chen Mo's ability; at the moment she was bounced back, she actually used force against force, lightly tapping the wall twice with her feet like a swallow, then flipped and landed again.

After landing, Chen Mo still hadn't dissipated that force, her face deathly pale as she retreated a few steps.

Yet, as the victor, Pangzi showed no joy; instead his pupils widened, his face filled with terror as he stared ahead. Following his gaze, I too froze in place.

Behind Chen Mo, about two meters above in the air, appeared an eerie greenish silhouette. Two large heads, spewing bright red snake tongues, the eyes with snake pupils slightly narrowed; it gazed down at Chen Mo below, the corners of its mouth curving into a half-moon arc, revealing a grim, hunter's grin as it eyed its prey.