【The Sin of Voyeurism】(01) Author: guo5908

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Chapter 1

The weather was still very hot in the late summer afternoon. After getting off the night shift at work, I took a carpool back to my
rented apartment, Room 2002, 5-2-20, Liyang Community. I was already drenched in sweat. My car had been "
hospitalized . It was really not comfortable to squeeze onto the non-air-conditioned bus in this small city. Opening the door, changing shoes, taking off
clothes —these three daily routines felt incredibly tedious. After taking a shower, I cooked a bowl of noodles, ate it, and lay down in
bed. I put on my headphones and listened for a while, but there was no sound. I figured no one was downstairs, so I turned on the air conditioner to take a nap.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard the "clack, clack" of high heels (the building has low ceilings and poor soundproofing;
sometimes you can even hear people talking upstairs or downstairs). The woman downstairs must be back.
I was so excited that I couldn't sleep at all. Recalling the woman's moaning downstairs the night before last, my body started to
react…

I work in the fire department, driving fire trucks. I work half a month on, half a month off—it's very leisurely. After retiring from the military,
I transferred to the Public Security Bureau, working in the Criminal Investigation Department as a regular staff member. Because of the technical support provided by eavesdropping and surveillance equipment,
I secretly took on some side jobs, such as private detective work (finding evidence of infidelity).
For this, I was dismissed from my job. I got a
temporary . Since I had plenty of free time, I went back to my old ways. Seven days ago
, a man called another number I used specifically for taking on side jobs (even my wife doesn't know this number). These calls
were usually introduced by close friends. I don't want to lose my current job because of this, but without
side jobs and a fixed salary, I can't even afford to have children. This is a dilemma and a source of great distress for me.

"Hello," I answered. The caller ID showed it wasn't a local number, but it was
impressive , ending in 8888.

"Hello, are you Xiao Hei?"

"Who gave you this number?" I'm usually very cautious; I don't take jobs from people I don't know well. My good
friend Lei Zi told me a few days ago that he had a job I could help with, and I wanted to confirm if this was really him.

"Lei Zi, I'm his uncle," he answered succinctly.

"What are your needs? 10,000 for wiretapping, 25,000 for video recording, not including equipment costs. I
have equipment for a 500 yuan usage fee; for equipment I don't have, I'll let you buy it..." I usually like
to get straight to the point. People who call this number generally know what I can do and what I'm capable of. I ask about your needs, discuss
prices , and negotiate contract terms. If I can take the job, I will; if not, I won't. But sometimes, out of consideration for friends,
I take jobs I don't like, including investigating infidelity or catching someone cheating—jobs I really dislike.

"Can we talk in person? I'm in this city," he said before I could finish. I understood what he meant;
he wanted to see if I had any issues in this area, whether I was professional or not.

"Okay, 10 AM tomorrow, Shangdao Coffee, Cardholder 206."

The next morning, after finishing my night shift, I went to Cardholder 206 at Shangdao Coffee, pressed the call button,
and asked the waiter for a complimentary glass of lemonade since I don't like coffee. I had just taken a sip when the waiter led a neatly dressed, middle-aged man, about 175cm
tall around 45 years old, to sit opposite me.
He ordered a latte, no sugar. "Xiao Hei," he politely said, extending his right hand slightly. As we shook hands, his shirt sleeve rode up slightly as he extended his arm, revealing a tattoo on the web of
his hand .
It was so fleeting that it resembled either an animal's foot or a butterfly wing; I only saw a part of it and couldn't tell if
it extended further up . His hands were very white and smooth, without calluses. He probably worked in an office or was
a big boss of a company, judging from the last four digits of his phone number, 8888. During our conversation, he
habitually on the table. On his left middle finger was a unique ring—black, with a
cobra coiled around it, its eyes intricately set with two diamonds; it must have been quite
expensive .

Getting back to the point, he wore sunglasses, sized me up, and then said, "Lei Zi is my nephew. He said you
can help me solve my problem."

"Lei Zi and I are very close. Tell me what you need."

"I run a pharmaceutical company, and recently our sales and revenue haven't been increasing. I suspect my
vice president , Li Shujie, is using the company's name to do smuggling." When I heard it was a private investigation into financial matters, I knew it was
the most tedious and boring kind of thing. The main problem was that the wiretapping and video recordings weren't officially approved by law, so even if there was evidence, it couldn't
be brought out into the open. Some clients were in a hurry to bring these things out into the open, which was troublesome because
what I was doing was stealing other people's privacy, which was against the law. I didn't make much money and ended up getting into trouble. But out of consideration for my friend
, I couldn't refuse. Just as I was thinking about how to turn down this job, he took out an envelope, placed it
next to his coffee cup and saucer, took a sip of coffee, and kept stirring it with a spoon. Because he was wearing sunglasses,
I didn't know if he was observing my reaction.

"Here's a 20,000 deposit. If there's computer data evidence, like video footage of her cheating,
I'll add another 10,000. Don't worry, I won't sue her and cause you trouble. I just want to use these two things
to blackmail her into handing over the 40% stake. Just tell me what you need. I can provide you with brand new equipment;
I'll pay for it. She's in apartment 1902, unit 2, building 5, Liyang residential area, B city. The apartment above hers is unfinished; I
rented it have already done some basic renovations for your surveillance. You have plenty of time—two months. Excluding your
work hours, you have one month," he added, "Lei said you'd definitely give him that face."
He then placed a gas card on the envelope. This guy seemed to know what I was thinking, effectively
silencing my attempt to turn down the job. I pondered his words, cursing inwardly, "That bastard Lei, he's practically begging
to tell me everything that's going on in my bed."

"Okay, B City isn't far from here anyway. Two months. If there's no progress in two months,
I'll refund half the money." He took the job not just for the money, but also to give Lei Zi face.

"Okay, we'll contact you by phone if there's any progress," he said, a slight smile unconsciously playing on his lips.
Because I couldn't see his eyes, I always felt his smile was a bit eerie, a bit awkward, but I could
n't quite put my finger on why. It just felt like the smile resembled someone else's.

In the following days, I still had 10 days of vacation left. He sent me the access card for the Liyang residential complex, my room
key, the equipment I needed, and so on, all by express delivery to my workplace. Out of caution, I didn't tell him my
home address. Perhaps I was just fooling myself; Lei Zi might have already told him. I tried calling Lei Zi but couldn't get through.
I wanted to confirm, but then I got busy formulating a surveillance plan and forgot about it. Because I was going to B City,
I went home to pick up some things I needed. When I got home, my wife's pair of patent leather black high heels were at the door,
with a pair of worn flesh-colored pantyhose lying haphazardly inside. It seemed my wife had returned from her business trip. I pushed open the bedroom door and
smelled a perfume scent. The smell seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I'd smelled it before. I
was busy scouting locations in B City and hadn't thought about it much. My wife was lying on her side, facing the window, her feet outside the summer blanket, her body
curled up . I pushed the door open quite loudly, but she didn't move. She seemed to be asleep. Looking at her alluring hips, I really wanted
to hug and caress her. My wife isn't particularly beautiful. She's 168 cm tall, very fair-skinned, and has a graceful walk and dresses
. Her hips and legs are especially beautiful. Her waist isn't thin, and her breasts are neither large nor small, without any excess fat—she's
the voluptuous type. I don't really like skinny women; I don't feel any desire when I hug them.

My wife's name is Zhuang Ying, she's 30 years old and works in the nephrology department of a top-tier hospital in our city. I first met her
when she had just graduated and started working in the emergency department. I had been working for two years at that time (before I was fired from my job).
I was injured during an arrest operation, and I cut my back. I was getting my wound cleaned and stitched in the emergency department. She was a little
scared of blood at that time. The attending physician was a man, and he kept scolding her because she was afraid to touch this and that. I was lying face down on
the bed, and she was standing to my right assisting the male doctor. I looked down and saw that her legs were beautiful and straight.
The anesthesia before the wound cleaning and stitching was very painful. I gritted my teeth and persevered until I was sweating. Unexpectedly, she took a sterile gauze
to wipe my sweat and then put it back in the wound cleaning kit. She was scolded by the male doctor and cried because she violated the aseptic
principle . I had a good impression of her because I'm not handsome, I'm 170 cm tall, and because I was in the army, I'm
quite muscular. At that time, I didn't dare to think about dating or anything like that. I didn't have any money or a house. Seeing her cry,
I said it was okay. When we were kids, if we bumped into something and bled, we'd use wood ash to stop the bleeding. It never got infected. This is
much more hygienic than that. I told her
a . She had been very interested in forensic medicine before, and since I work in criminal investigation, I also knew a little about forensic medicine.
Once we had something to talk about, it wasn't awkward anymore. Later, we exchanged phone numbers and often ate together. Over time, we developed feelings for each other. When it came time
to discuss marriage we met each other's parents. At that time, I had a government job, but the salary was a bit low. Both sets of
parents agreed to the marriage. My family paid the down payment for a house, and we bought the house with a loan and got married.
Our relationship has always been good since
whenwe got married , I was fired from my job, and I was very depressed, so we missed another year. Because she was in a bad mood, she would always
bring up my dismissal, saying that I didn't earn enough, etc. We've been arguing a lot these past few years. I don't dare let her know that I'm still
doing side jobs. I keep it from her and tell her that Lei Zi and I are doing a small business in City C. Lei Zi has been very good at covering for me.
She's busy with her promotion to attending physician and then chief resident, so she's always at the hospital. We've had sex less often.
Even when I'm on vacation, sometimes I don't see her for several days. When I do see her, she looks very tired, so I'm embarrassed to ask for intimacy.
Even when we are intimate, we have to use a condom. She said we should have children after she's promoted to attending physician, so I've never ejaculated inside her. This
condom has made me a bit frigid, but there's nothing I can do about it. Han Han said it well: "I work hard to earn money
so that my love won't be trampled on or tempted by others" (or something like that). So, I'm hiding
this for the sake of my family, to give her and our child a good future. I've saved up some
money , waiting for her to get promoted so we can have a child.

I pulled the blanket up for her, kissed her forehead, and she whimpered, turned over, and fell asleep again
. I looked at her alluring cleavage and buttocks, sighed, and left the bedroom. I went to the kitchen and slowly opened
a specially made hidden compartment under the cupboard. I took out a set of night clothes, a hood, a powerful flashlight, and, instinctively,
a dagger. I had a feeling this job wouldn't go so smoothly; my sixth sense is always right. Before leaving,
I took 5,000 yuan of the 20,000 yuan deposit for backup, and put the rest in my wife's bag, along with a note telling her
to take good care of herself because I was going to City C to take care of some business.

It was past 4 PM when I drove from the apartment complex to the office to pick up my equipment. City B is a two-and-a-half-hour
drive from here. Since it was already autumn, I parked the car at Liyang Apartment Complex around 7 PM, and it was already dark.
After entering room 2002, I looked around. It was still nicely decorated, and the kitchen and bathroom were usable.
Each a large bed and was very clean, with a smell of new renovation materials. Damn it, this
is just simple decoration in the eyes of rich people, I cursed inwardly. I set up the surveillance equipment, took a military periscope, and stretched it from the balcony
window down to the window on the floor below to see if anyone was home at Li Shujie's house. From my small lens
, it was pitch black, so no one should be back. I took a shower, made a bowl of noodles, and lay on the bed,
thinking about . I picked up the phone and was about to dial when I heard the sound of a key opening the door downstairs, followed by
the sound of high heels clicking. Someone downstairs had returned.

Considering the building's poor soundproofing, and since no one had lived upstairs, I was worried the sudden footsteps might arouse her suspicion.
I walked barefoot to the balcony window and slowly lowered the periscope. Light reflected off the mirror, and
the first thing I saw was a pair of washed black pantyhose, the kind that's practically unwearable. Next to the pantyhose was a pair of small, blue lace
panties me
to see what their owner looked like. Through the balcony glass, I saw a
woman who, judging from her figure and clothing, looked to be about 35 or 36 years old. She had long hair and a full figure. Because I was quite far away, she was bending over in
front of the shoe cabinet by the door, her back to me, taking off her socks. She was wearing a professional-looking pencil skirt, and her buttocks were large and shapely. I wondered if she was having
an affair with Lei's uncle. Then, she took off the pantyhose on her other leg and turned around, probably to
throw in the bathroom. She walked quickly, so I still couldn't see her face clearly. Then she came out of the bathroom and walked towards the balcony.
I quickly pulled the mirror up and heard her draw the curtains; she was probably changing.

I didn't pull the mirror down any further. After a while, I heard the sound of a lighter, followed by
the smell . To be honest, I don't have a good impression of women who smoke. The phone rang; it was happy hour on my iPhone.
Then I heard her say, "Honey, I just got home. I hosted a pharmaceutical academic
conference . I just drove back. Oh, right, Mr. Hou didn't attend; he said he had other things to do. He asked me to be in charge of the conference.
I also arranged dinner for the hospital's experts this afternoon. I didn't drink any alcohol; it's all to get more revenue, you know. Today is
Friday ; our son doesn't have school tomorrow and is going to his grandma's. When are you coming home?" "When will he come back? Yeah, the day after tomorrow. Okay, I'll hang up now.
I'm tired today, I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep. I have to go to City A tomorrow, and if it gets
too late, I'll stay there. The representatives there who are in charge of the city hospital haven't been doing well lately, so I have to keep an eye on them. Take care of yourself over there. Yeah, okay. Do
n't worry, Mr. Hou isn't concerned with finances right now, he's busy chasing women. Once he makes
a little more money , we'll stop. When you come back the day after tomorrow, have your friend launder the money from the past six months.
It's not reassuring to keep it in my hands. I want to delete the previous accounts from the computer. Yeah, okay, goodbye, honey, mwah..."
Then came the sound of a WeChat message. She probably ended with a WeChat voice message: "He'll be back the day after tomorrow."

I think the Mr. Hou she was referring to is Lei Zi's uncle. I can't believe such a gentle and refined person would
be a womanizer. You can't judge a book by its cover. It seems she really did swindle money from Lei Zi's uncle. Judging from her last comment about him
being back the day after tomorrow, it seems this woman has a lover. She said she's going to City A tomorrow, so I figured I'd have a morning
to
visit her place. I lit a cigarette and started figuring out where to install the hidden camera. The apartment layouts are the same upstairs and downstairs. Just then, my phone rang. It was my wife calling. "Hey, are you asleep, honey? I
didn't even know you were back! Where did you get that ten thousand yuan? Don't do anything illegal with Lei Zi to make money! What I
said before was just in anger. I'm really tired from work every day." "It's really annoying, I was just venting to you, don't take it
to heart ," she said. "I haven't slept yet. I came here with Lei to tinker with some used beds that the hotel had discarded. He
has a market in the county, so we can make a profit. I didn't think much of it. I was too arrogant before, thinking that doing this wouldn't let the boss know. It's
my fault." I told her this while keeping it a secret, but I felt quite warm inside. At least she was much gentler than before. She
asked me when I was going back and told me to call her before I went back. I said I was sure, I still had ten days of vacation left.
Why don't I go back after things have progressed a bit? I just brushed it off and hung up.

Thinking that I still had a lot of work to do tomorrow, I tested the abduction rope and other things I had prepared. Everything was ready, so I got a good
night's sleep. I was probably exhausted during the day, because I had a vivid dream all night. I dreamt that a snake was coiled around my neck,
making it hard for me to breathe . A man approached from afar, wearing a hood like those used for executions, only his mouth
showing. He smiled at me, a smile that felt strangely familiar, yet I couldn't quite place it. The snake tightened its grip, and
my vision blurred. At the same time, I heard a gunshot. The hooded man was shot in the back of the head, blood splattering all over my face.
I woke up with a start. There must be a wedding going on in the neighborhood; firecrackers were going off. I looked at my watch; it was
already past 11 a.m.

To be continued…

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