Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 600: Dai Jiajun

He sat there, disheveled, his pale face framed by a pair of crimson eyes that held a resolute determination, tightly clutching something resembling a small box in his hands.

In the air, Jiangli could still detect an indescribable scent.

Jiangli furrowed her brow, yet to speak.

Following closely behind, Xia Xin, leaning on the wall, made her way to their side. She seemed to smell something and exclaimed, "What’s this, why is there such a strong smell of gasoline here?"

Without looking at Xia Xin, Jiangli saw the figure behind the trash can suddenly tense up as if they had heard Xia Xin’s words.

Jiangli didn’t expose his presence, echoing Xia Xin’s question, "Gasoline?"

"Yeah, the kind that powers cars, incredibly hard to extinguish once it starts burning," Xia Xin sniffed the air, confirming the scent was indeed that of gasoline.

He couldn’t help but wonder, "But there’s no gas station nearby, and we’re at the police station. No one would refuel here, right? Why would there be a smell of gasoline?"

Jiangli spoke with profound implication, "That’s because someone has planned it that way, I suppose."

Before her words had fully faded, Jiangli saw the person behind the trash can start to tremble slightly in their hands.

Jian Lewei, not having seen Dai Jiajun, suddenly gripped Jiangli’s arm, "Abbot, is Jiajun here? Did Jiijun do this?"

Jiangli patted her hand and looked toward the trash can, clearly focused, and called out loud, "Dai Jiajun, what are you planning to do with so much gasoline? Such an uncontrollable substance once ablaze, are you planning to burn someone alive, or go down together with someone else?"

Hearing Jiangli’s words, both Xia Xin and Jian Lewei were startled and turned their gazes sharply toward the alley.

Xia Xin and Jian Lewei were just ordinary human or ghost, lacking any special powers, unable to see through the trash can.

Both looked toward the alley, seeing nothing.

But it was Jiangli’s words that sent chills down their spine.

It was then, upon hearing Jiangli’s words, Dai Jiajun, who had been hiding behind the trash can, acting as if he didn’t exist, suddenly stood up and violently turned his head towards them.

"You, who are you people? You’re here on purpose to find me, aren’t you? How do you know I’m here?"

Dai Jiajun’s eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at them with both fear and anger, pointing the thing in his hands toward Jiangli and Xia Xin.

Jiangli didn’t recognize the object.

But Xia Xin did.

It was a lighter!

Not only that, Xia Xin also noticed that Dai Jiajun was soaked through, his clothes clinging to his body.

The overwhelming smell of gasoline on his body sent chills through Xia Xin.

"Holy shit! You’re Dai Jiajun? Don’t do anything stupid! You’re drenched in gasoline; if you light that lighter, someone could lose their life!"

"Life? Do you care about life, do they care about life?" Dai Jiajun retorted, as if he was falling apart, screaming, "None of you care! You’re all liars! If you cared about life, Lewei wouldn’t have died! Those police wouldn’t tell me that the murderer doesn’t have to pay with his life! Why doesn’t he have to pay? Why! Lewei is dead, why doesn’t he have to pay!"

Xia Xin looked at the lighter trembling in his hands with terror.

Seeing Dai Jiajun shake the lighter from agitation, Xia Xin was petrified and quickly tried to dissuade him, "No, Dai Jiajun, you can’t say that...!"