[Urban] The Adulterous Mother Who Used the Toilet - 16-18

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(Chapter Twelve)

Time ticked by, and the coffee on the round table had long since gone cold. The whispers of the other guests around us filled our ears, but we remained silent, speechless.

After a long while, I finally raised my head and broke the silence: "Auntie, you still love him, don't you?" She was taken aback by my question, and after a moment, she nodded and said, "To say I love him deeply would be a lie, but there is still some. To be honest, he treated me very well during those days in Dongzhou, and I almost felt like we were back in the old days. That feeling is indescribable, really." "

Then what should I do?" Suddenly, I raised my voice and grabbed her shoulder.

"Let go, Haijian, you're hurting me." The auntie, startled by my actions, exclaimed. "Tell me, do you still have feelings for him? Do you, do you?" Although I released her, my questions still came out like a machine gun.

"Yes." She answered affirmatively while rubbing her shoulder. Just as I was about to speak, she interrupted, "Listen to me, Haijian. Auntie will get old eventually, and this can't go on. Qiang and I have discussed it, and he's willing to marry me. I... I've seriously considered it, and marrying him might be the best choice right now—"

Hearing her say this reality, I immediately broke down. Two streams of tears welled up and flowed down my cheeks, my voice trembling with sobs: "Are you going to leave me?" "Don't cry, Haijian. Don't cry!" Seeing me cry, she quickly tried to comfort me. "Auntie, I won't let you marry him. You're mine, you're mine! No one can take you away!" Ignoring her advice, I continued rambling incoherently. "

Calm down!" Seeing that I was losing control of my emotions, she could only shake her head and get up, talking to me as she called the waiter. After paying the bill, she pulled me, who was still sobbing, out of the coffee shop. Sitting in her white Polo, I was still heartbroken and crying uncontrollably. My crying seemed to have upset her, so she just drove silently home.

Soon, the car entered the residential area and stopped in front of our building. She sighed softly, took a few tissues from the pack on the windshield, and handed them to me.

My eyes were already blurry from crying, so I grabbed the tissues and wiped my face haphazardly. Just then, she spoke again: “Haijian, you have to understand me. I’m just an ordinary woman, and I’m past the age of dreaming.

For a woman like me, who will soon be over fifty, marrying the first man in my life isn’t such a bad ending. Besides, if I marry him, I can go to Dongzhou to take care of Xiaojun.”

She paused here. Before I could react, she said something that shocked and surprised me: "Actually, I'm not as good as you think. Before we... well, before we slept together, besides A-Qiang and Xiao-Jun's dad, I'd already slept with many men. My body is already tainted."

"Auntie! Don't degrade yourself like that! In my heart, you'll always be the most perfect!" Finally, I couldn't bear her self-deprecating remarks and retorted. Not only that, after saying that, I impulsively grabbed her and started tearing at her clothes.

"Ah! What are you doing? Let go, let go!" She was stunned by my crazy behavior. Even her voice trembled slightly. Completely disregarding the fact that it was still broad daylight, I continued tearing at her skin, shouting, "Auntie, we've had such a happy year! You're my goddess! You're my everything! But now you're telling me you're going to marry your first love and expect me to accept reality. Don't you think about me? How can I accept this?!"

A sharp pain shot through my cheek with a "slap." But that pain paled in comparison to the jealousy and disappointment I felt. Even the first time we forced ourselves on each other, she only bit me, never slapping me so decisively. I clutched the red mark, looking at her with a complex expression, saying nothing.

She felt guilty after hitting me. After straightening her clothes, she forced a smile and said to me,

"Haijian, I've thought about it seriously. Even if I hadn't met him, we wouldn't have ended up together. You're still young, and you'll meet girls more suitable for you in the future. I... let's just end it here." "End it? Our relationship, you just say it's over?" I said coldly, filled with grief and anger.

"Are you... are you alright?" My reaction probably startled her, and her voice was tinged with caution.

I tilted my head back, took a deep breath, as if making a decision. Then I lowered my head, my expression returning to normal, and said, "If this is your choice, Auntie, I won't stop you. After all, he's your first love, and I'm just an ordinary friend of your son."

Seeing that I was finally persuaded, she breathed a sigh of relief. However, my self-pitying tone made her feel very bad, so she comforted me, saying, "Don't say that. Auntie actually likes you too. It's just that we're too different, and it's destined that there's no future

for us." "Did you really like me?" I asked urgently, looking at her beautiful face. She lovingly stroked my reddened cheek and replied in a sweet voice, "Does it hurt? Auntie was too hasty just now. Haijian, if I didn't have any feelings for you, how could I have let you—"

I then took her hand and whispered, "I don't object to you marrying him. But you have to promise me that when I go to Dongzhou to see you in the future, you have to come with me."

She had, after all, experienced a lot of pleasure with me, a young man, and hesitated for a while before choking out, "This, this, can I think about it some more?" "Okay, sure." I agreed, but then added, "Come to my house tonight? I want—"

We then argued for a while. In the end, she couldn't resist my repeated requests and agreed to come to my house that night.

After getting off the bus, watching her graceful figure go upstairs first, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, thinking, "Sigh! She was never meant to be mine—" Now, in my eyes and heart, there was only Aunt Shen; I couldn't even look at other women. Her maturity and voluptuousness were like a magnet, deeply attracting me.

With her, I freely released my youthful passion and restlessness. But now, she had so resolutely left me. Standing downstairs, I felt heavy-hearted, my thoughts in turmoil. My mind was filled with the words Aunt Shen had just spoken to me.

I wondered what expression I would have on my face at this moment? Pain, sadness, disappointment, or despair?

At 7:30 pm, when she came downstairs to my house, I, who had been waiting anxiously, pulled her inside. At this moment, she was unlike her usual elegant and composed self; her cheeks were flushed, like a shy young girl, and she seemed a little lost.

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I hugged her tightly, kissed her lips, and began to be intimate. It was a long kiss. I instinctively sucked on her fragrant tongue, greedily savoring it. After a long while, she pushed me away, took a deep breath, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Not here, let's go inside."

Hearing this, I scooped her up and rushed into the house. After placing her on the bed, I carefully examined her beautiful face, watching her close her eyes and her chest rise and fall. "These days won't last long. Once she marries that Lü Guoqiang and goes to Dongzhou, it won't be convenient to take advantage of her like this anymore. I have to hurry!"

Thinking this, I leaned down, first gently pecking her lips, then kissing her deeply. At the same time, one hand reached to her chest, loosening her clothes and unhooking her bra. Her full breasts were instantly revealed. My mouth began to slide down, from her face, to her ears, her neck, then to her breasts, finally taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

"Mmm," she let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. I, like a nursing mother, moved from one nipple to the other, alternating between them, while I felt her hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. Under my suckling, her nipples began to harden.

I don't know how much time passed, but feeling her body heat up, I looked up and whispered in her ear,

"Good Auntie, I love you!" She nodded almost imperceptibly. I knelt on the bed facing her; she lay there obediently, letting me pull down her panties. I reached out and parted her legs, which were pressed together.

This was the first time I had seen her private parts so clearly. Her vulva was thick, parted wide with engorgement, revealing a moist, pink center. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable sensation: Was this what drove us men wild? This feeling lasted for a second or two before being replaced by lust.

Immediately, I bent down, took a deep breath of the air filled with the scent of her vulva, and sucked on her labia. Then, I gently pulled the two labia apart with my hands, licking around the slightly open vaginal opening with the tip of my tongue.

Accompanied by Aunt Shen's moans, I inserted most of my tongue into her vagina, mimicking the thrusting motion of a penis. After a few minutes, my tongue moved upwards, lightly touching the urethral opening, and then sucked her clitoris into my mouth. She gasped and held my head with her hands. I hugged her thighs tightly, while quickly rubbing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Her moans became more and more frequent, and she pressed my head tightly against her vulva with both hands.

After licking and sucking for several more minutes, just as my tongue began to stiffen from fatigue, she suddenly raised her buttocks, thrusting her vulva forward, while clamping my head between her legs, letting out a hissing sound. This position lasted for about ten seconds, then she quieted down, her body limp on the bed. I looked up and saw her eyes closed, her breathing still a little rapid, but her expression was one of complete relaxation and contentment.

She lay motionless for a few minutes before opening her eyes and smiling at me. A hint of shyness lingered in her smile. She asked, "You little rascal, how did you learn that?" "I... I just really wanted to kiss you there, really! I didn't learn it from anywhere. Besides, there won't be another chance later,"

I explained self-pityingly. "Sigh! Okay, okay, I know. Seeing how anxious you are, you're such a child!" Her sigh carried a hint of helplessness and a touch of sadness. But after a short while, seeing her shy yet alluring expression, a mixture of shyness and coquettishness, I couldn't resist any longer. I stripped off my clothes, pressed myself against her, parted her labia with one hand, and aimed my throbbing, hard penis at her vagina with the other. With a thrust of my hips, I slid into her slippery vulva.

After so many days, back in this familiar place, I longed to go all the way in. But deep down, I didn't want this encounter with her to end too quickly. So I inserted myself inch by inch, each inch feeling like my entire body gradually sliding into her body. With each thrust, I could feel the warm, tender flesh inside rubbing against my penis—the feeling was simply wonderful.

Near the end, I suddenly thrust with all my might, my entire penis plunging in. She groaned softly, "All the way in." I looked down at the point where we were joined and said, "Auntie, I'm coming."

She touched my face with her fingers and said gently, with a hint of shyness, "Don't be too hasty, go slower, okay?" I nodded vigorously, then pulled my penis out and thrust it in again, beginning my movements. I slowly pushed forward, the glans gently gliding over her vagina, finally reaching her cervix.

When I was fully inside, she let out a long breath, her tense body relaxing. Her hands, as always, wrapped around my neck, her whole body pressed tightly against me, her lower body twisting to meet my thrusts. Her tight, moist vagina contracted and expanded, giving me wave after wave of pleasure, incredibly pleasurable. And soon, this intense pleasure made me gradually lose control. Ignoring her soft moans, I thrust in and out with large, sweeping movements, like a beast in heat, forcefully penetrating her vagina.

"Ah—gently—ouch—ah!" she couldn't help but groan.

My movements quickened, eliciting gasps and moans from her. With each thrust, her body undulated like waves, especially her two round, smooth breasts, which swayed alluringly.

"Ah—ah—Haijian—oh—ah—harder—ah!" Her beautiful hair, disheveled and scattered across the bed, contrasted with her flushed face, filling me with immense excitement. This was the noble and beautiful Aunt Shen I had always dreamed of! Although she was about to leave me to marry someone else, at this moment she was beneath me, at my mercy, at my beck and call. I grew increasingly excited, my movements becoming more vigorous, the entire bed moving with her. Her lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids, her pubic hair matted together.

In the throes of passion, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, making her vulva even more erect. Holding her legs, I unleashed another wave of frenzied thrusting, driving her to moan incessantly. Finally, the climax arrived. She grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh, and cried out as if in a trance. Her vagina gripped my glans tightly. I felt a tingling sensation spread from my penis throughout my body, followed by a spasm. My semen, like a bursting dam, gushed into the depths of her vagina.

"Ah!" I cried out in pleasure, holding her body tightly to ensure as much semen as possible reached her uterus. After ejaculating, I collapsed onto her. I drifted off to sleep for a few minutes, then woke to find myself still on top of her, my penis already soft, but still inside her. She looked at me tenderly, her left arm around my waist, her right hand gently stroking my hair.

Seeing this, I leaned over and gently kissed her lips, then said affectionately, "Auntie, I love you!"

At the same time, I moved, and my penis slipped out of her vagina. Soon, a milky white liquid, a mixture of my semen and her vaginal fluid, began to flow from her private parts. However, I quickly wiped it away with a tissue.

At this moment, she lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead. Then, looking at me softly, she said, "I told you to be gentle, but you were so rough! You're so naughty!" Looking at her shy and alluring appearance, I couldn't help but hug her tighter and kiss her lips, then, without a care, began to caress her on the bed again—

(Chapter Thirteen)

For the next month, in order to secure her future, Auntie began working tirelessly: selling off the children's clothing in the store at a low price, calling the chain store headquarters in Guangzhou to negotiate the termination of the supply contract, discussing the termination of the lease with the landlords of the store and the residence, dismissing Sister Xiaona and giving her two months' full salary, and visiting her mother in the countryside to tell her about her decision. One by one, these issues were finally resolved satisfactorily thanks to her relentless efforts.

I watched all of this unfold, and the pain and frustration I felt were unimaginable. Although we had made love countless times during this period—perhaps to make up for her guilt towards me—except for the few days when she was menstruating and unable to make it convenient, each time I experienced a different sensation from her.

That sensation was indescribable; each time I derived exhilarating pleasure from her, and she, almost every time, expressed her own blissful, ecstatic satisfaction with her body and moans, in order to please me. But after each frenzy, what remained was a profound emptiness and sense of loss within me. Because she would no longer belong to me alone; she would marry, marry the man she had loved nearly thirty years ago. The thought of this made me anxious and confused.

Fueled by these negative emotions, I began to relentlessly seek out opportunities to have sex with her. Our sexual relationship became increasingly promiscuous: I frequently took her out for sex. Before I had her, I had fantasized about making love with her in various settings, drawing inspiration from different pornographic films. Now, these fantasies were becoming

reality: her moans and vaginal fluids echoed in my garage, in the bushes of a deserted neighborhood at night, in an old house awaiting demolition, in the driver's seat of a Polo, and even in the woods of the suburbs. In those stimulating situations, I would unleash my lewdness, leaving my hot, fresh semen on her lips, breasts, vagina, and anus. It seemed only in this way could I temporarily forget the pain of losing her.

She passively accepted my near-madness. One night, I asked her, puzzled, why she cooperated with me so readily. Her answer at the time was, "Auntie knows why you did this. I did it to make you feel better—"

Regardless, the moment of farewell was drawing ever closer. In two days, she would be leaving for Dongzhou. A few days ago, she had moved out of her rented apartment upstairs from mine and found a regular hotel to stay in temporarily. I, on the other hand, was inseparable from her, practically glued to her side. Originally, Lü Guoqiang was going to come to the county town to pick her up, but after her explanation and persuasion, he finally gave up on that plan and decided to let her go by herself.

Whenever I saw her exchanging tender words with Lü Guoqiang on the phone, my heart would fill with jealousy. But what could I do? During this time, she had given herself entirely to me, maneuvering and using all sorts of methods to please my body and soothe my sorrowful heart. Besides, she had finally agreed to my request to accompany me when I went to Dongzhou. One shouldn't be greedy; this was the best outcome I could achieve.

As for He Jun, Auntie decided not to tell him for the time being. "It's not too late to tell him after we get to Dongzhou and set the wedding date with A-Qiang," she told me one day. Her decision made me feel smug, but also a little unfair to He Jun. Although my special relationship with Auntie allowed me to find out about it first, they are mother and son after all, and he has the right to know, instead of being told only after everything is settled. I didn't understand why Auntie did this; perhaps she had her own considerations—

"Click," I reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, and the soft light instantly filled the entire hotel room.

"Mmm," I heard Auntie let out a soft moan, her flushed cheeks radiating the glow of sexual satisfaction, her silky eyes shimmering with languid light. She buried her face in my chest, saying with a hint of shyness and coquettishness,

"Haijian, hold me!"

This was her last night in the county town. After dinner, we went back to our room and began to make love passionately, entwined in a fierce embrace. The night was deep and quiet, but I felt no sleepiness. I knew this would be the last time I truly possessed her. From now on, this would never happen again. She would have a marriage, a husband, and a family again; while I would slowly drift towards my unpredictable future—

at this moment, she lay on top of me, my penis, already ejaculated, still inside her vagina, her labia still tightly gripping it. I kissed her flushed face and obediently embraced her. In addition, one arm encircled her waist, while the other gently caressed her smooth back and kneaded her shapely buttocks.

She murmured dreamily, expressing her satisfaction and pleasure. Her voice seemed to come from afar, or perhaps rise from her chest, a soft, shy voice like a nightingale's song reaching my ears:

"Tonight, you've made me so happy!"

I held her tightly. Tonight, she was completely captivated by me, always using the woman-on-top position, straddling me, guiding my hard, thick penis with her hands, slowly lowering herself onto her plump, round buttocks. Her slippery, wet vagina gradually swallowed my penis until her labia tightly gripped the base of it, the large glans pressing firmly against the warm, soft, almost imperceptible flesh at the end of her vagina.

At this moment, she twisted her smooth, round buttocks again, making the glans of my penis grind against that soft, warm, almost imperceptible honey hole; her body leaned slightly back, her hands kneading her round, plump, soft, and firm breasts, her face flushed with lust, her beautiful, dreamy eyes shimmering with seductive light.

At these moments, she would sway her body against mine, her slippery vagina tightly enveloping and stroking my thick, hard penis. Her face was flushed, her hair flowed like a waterfall, her beautiful eyes were glazed, and she was panting heavily. Her breasts bounced on her chest. Her fair, smooth buttocks trembled, and her plump buttocks slapped against my legs, making a "slap slap" sound.

Completely immersed in my body, she used her alluring vagina to tightly slap and squeeze my penis. The most primal lust made us completely abandon reason, and we were immersed in this exciting and wanton pleasure. Soon, she was overwhelmed by the pleasure produced by this forbidden intercourse, and she straddled me, swaying her body, her hair flying, her body covered in fragrant sweat, moaning and panting. She used her hands to grasp her full, firm, and round breasts and squeeze and rub them incessantly. A steady stream of vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her vagina, soaking our thick pubic hair and genitals, making them sticky and wet. Her soft, seductive, and wanton moans released the inherent allure within her.

The wet, squelching sounds of our intercourse aroused us even more. She straddled me, bobbing her upper body and twisting her hips; her long, wavy black hair flew like a burning flame behind her head. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes, like pools of clear water, reflected my sweaty, panting figure as I worked.

She thrust her hips wildly, her round, plump buttocks slapping against my inner thighs, her wet, wrinkled vagina gripping my penis tightly. I felt her labia contracting rhythmically, like her lips gripping the base of my penis. Completely disregarding ethical taboos, she was captivated by my thick penis and skillful sexual techniques, deeply immersed in this forbidden pleasure.

I lay on my back, my body moving up and down, my abdomen propelling my penis upwards, thrusting to meet her wanton vagina. One hand, not content with its rest, kneaded and played with her round, perky breasts, bouncing up and down like two papayas. Her breasts were rubbed until they were red, and her two dark purple nipples were hard and erect, like ripe, full grapes. At this moment, she no longer possessed the dignified, elegant, and beautiful demeanor she displayed in public during the day; nor was she as shy as before. All that remained was the twisting of her plump hips, tightly enveloping my penis, letting the glans touch the end of her vagina with each thrust. Her beautiful face glowed with a seductive allure.

I thrust my penis forcefully, my hands gripping her shapely buttocks, pumping upwards with each stroke. My large glans touched the depths of her vagina. Soon, I felt a warm current gushing from the end of her vagina, stimulating my glans with a tingling sensation, causing my whole body to tremble uncontrollably. Like an electric shock, a surge of heat traveled from my central nervous system to the base of my penis, then rapidly back to the glans. I knew we had reached orgasm simultaneously.

"Ah—so good—so good—I—I'm coming—flying—I'm flying—ah!"

Amidst her extremely wanton cries, semen gushed powerfully from my penis again, shooting violently into her vagina. She lay on top of me, tightly embracing my head. I held her tightly in return, my penis thrusting upwards, the ejaculating penis arching and thrusting inside her vagina, the hot semen impacting her uterus. At the same time, she pressed her lower body down forcefully, so that her vagina completely enveloped my penis from the root.

In that instant, I felt my penis contract and twitch against the walls of her vagina and labia, my whole body trembling. Only after I ejaculated completely into her uterus did she collapse onto me, her body weak and her mind intoxicated, breathing softly. My penis, still inside her vagina, continued to ejaculate. Soon, I kissed her flushed cheeks, glistening with fragrant sweat, and her sweet, red lips, her breath sweet as orchids. She, in perfect harmony, slipped her delicate, clove-like tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined instantly.

Before long, my hands began to caress her body, from her smooth, supple back to her full, soft, round, snow-white buttocks. After a while, I hugged her tightly and asked, "Auntie, will you forget me?" "Will you?" she asked, her body limp and her voice soft and seductive, not answering directly, but instead asking in return.

After hearing this, I replied, slightly annoyed, "How could I forget?" "Of course you won't forget now, but you'll forget when you get married in the future," she said after a moment of silence. "No, no!"

I quickly retorted, then continued, "You've left an indelible mark on my heart; I'll never forget you!"

"Sigh! Silly child, you're not even twenty yet. You have a long life ahead of you. Don't keep talking about forever. After I leave, I hope you won't become like those petty thugs who loiter around the streets all day, doing nothing productive. You're still a student, after all. Don't waste the tuition your parents paid for you; it's a college diploma, after all. Besides, only with a diploma will you avoid difficulties when applying for jobs.

Otherwise, even if you find a job, they'll find a way to fire you. For example, if I had gone to university instead of going to work in the Commerce Bureau after graduating from vocational school, I'd still be working in some government agency now; I wouldn't be involved in any reforms or downsizing. I wouldn't be like this now—"

She stopped there, as if thinking of something sad; her expression was sorrowful; she rested her head on my chest, remaining silent for a moment. Seeing her like this, I spoke earnestly and sincerely, "Auntie, I'll listen to you. I'll go back to school and work hard, and get through this last year and a half."

"This child! Hehe, what do you mean by 'get through'? You're such a smooth talker!" My reply made her feel much more relaxed, and she gently tapped my forehead with her finger while smiling. Looking at her alluring and sexy appearance, my previously limp penis couldn't help but harden again. I immediately rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and gently kissed her earlobe on her smooth, voluptuous body, saying, "Let's do it again."

Her eyes still held a hint of spring, and her pretty, delicate face was flushed. After I finished speaking, she opened her eyes slightly, looking at me with a charming and alluring expression, and nodded slightly. This intoxicating look, like a drunken hibiscus, was my favorite sight. Instantly, I took her wet, slippery tongue into my mouth and greedily sucked on it.

For a moment, the entire room was filled with the enchanting sounds of spring, the sounds of warbling voices filling the air—half an hour later—"Oh—good—Auntie—you're sucking so well—I—I—it feels so good!" I lay comfortably on the bed, humming softly, my buttocks arching upwards. She first licked the tip of my penis with her tongue, savoring that uniquely masculine taste, then licked the rounded groove at the base of the glans, before opening her lips and

taking it fully into her mouth. Her head began to move up and down incessantly, the penis in her mouth throbbing and thrusting within her lips, the sounds of sucking and smacking filling the air. The penis moved in and out of her lips, making her cheeks bulge and swell. Occasionally, she would release the glans, grasping it tightly with her slender, delicate hands, rubbing it against her pink face. How could I possibly resist such skillful and adept oral sex? Soon, I ejaculated profusely.

Another hour passed—we changed positions, now in a 69 role, licking each other. I used my tongue to caress her fragrant, sweet-smelling vulva; she lay between my legs, her hands gripping my now-erect penis, sucking and stroking it incessantly—time was irrelevant; location was disregarded. That night, we were simply a pair of ordinary people pursuing primal sexual desires. On her sexy and alluring body, I thrust again and again, rising once more. She, too, experienced unprecedented satisfaction in this frenzied feast of lust.

Especially the last time, when I ejaculated my last few drops into her anus, already stretched wide open by my penis; she immediately began to moan almost wildly and reached orgasm. This climax was different from any before, because when she was almost fainting from pleasure, I squeezed and kneaded her breasts forcefully. The pain always prevented her from completely passing out. This feeling, hovering between pain and ecstasy, I think she would never easily forget!

The next morning, in the hotel room.

Outside the window, a ray of bright sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on my face. Still half-asleep, I was in a daze for a while before gradually waking up. In my hazy state, I rubbed my throbbing head with one hand and reached towards the side of the bed with the other, only to find it empty.

"She's gone!" I was shocked and immediately became fully awake. I got up and looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen; even the two suitcases that had been next to the clothes rack were gone. Seeing this, I quickly got out of bed, took unsteady steps to the window, and looked down through the curtains; her Polo sedan, which had been parked across from the hotel entrance the night before, was gone.

I stood by the window, stunned for a long while, before turning back and heading towards the bathroom. As I passed the television, I finally saw the note she had left for me. It read: "Haijian, Auntie is leaving.

Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. After thinking it over, I decided not to let you see me off. It's hard to say who was right or wrong in our relationship. You're a good boy, and my son Xiaojun and I both like you. Your strengths are sincerity, diligence, and competence. Remember what I said last night: go back to school and study. Don't waste your time. Strive to be a successful person in the future!"

Besides these words, she had added another note: "You've been tired all night, so I paid an extra day's rent for this room. If you don't want to move around, you can sleep here all day. Please don't call me for now; I'll change my phone number after I get to Dongzhou. I'll contact you when it's convenient."

After reading the note, I silently put it back and went into the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror: a haggard face, messy hair, dark circles under my eyes; even my once chubby belly seemed to have shrunk a bit. This past month has been absolutely insane for both of us. But I don't regret it. It was worth it to have shared such a sweet and beautiful time with the goddess of my childhood dreams.

At this moment, my heart is filled with sadness and melancholy, but also with longing and fantasy. This forbidden May-December romance has transformed me from a naive boy into a man who has tasted the sweetness of sex. How will I live without Aunt Shen? I can't imagine, and I dare not imagine. Perhaps the hair salons on Anbei Street would be a good place, but then again, even if they're cheap, I still have to pay money to buy those women's bodies, right?

"Auntie, I swear, I will definitely become a successful person in the future!" Still in front of the mirror, I looked at my reflection and murmured to myself, tears streaming down my face.

[The Mother of Adultery] (Part Three: The Ghost Keeper Among the Crowd)

(Chapter One)

Dongzhou City is located in the south-central part of Donghai Province, a southern province in China with a developed economy. It is not only one of the most open cities in China, but also a "largest city in the country" with sub-provincial administrative status and the power to formulate local regulations. Furthermore, it is an important industrial city in southeastern my country and the economic center of Donghai Province. Since the reform and opening up, Dongzhou's economy has experienced sustained and rapid development, demonstrating tremendous vitality and potential, making it one of the most economically vibrant regions in the country.

Dongzhou is not only economically developed but also a culturally rich city with a long history and a concentration of scholars. From the mid-Ming Dynasty, a group of renowned scholars and students from Jiangnan gathered here, writing books, establishing schools, and lecturing. By the early Qing Dynasty, Dongzhou had formed several high-level schools of thought with local characteristics, such as the Jiangzuo School, the Yushan School, and the Zhixing School; it also produced a number of cultural figures such as Zhu Luyu, Huang Taichong, Wan Jiyue, Quan Shaoyi, and Zhang Xuanzhe. With

such a profound cultural heritage, Dongzhou naturally did not lag behind in education. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, a nationwide reorganization of higher education institutions took place. The relevant departments of the Dongzhou Municipal Party Committee and Government combined Dongqiao University, originally founded by a foreign church, with two other higher education institutions in Dongzhou—Yuying University and Donghai Provincial Medical College—to form a new university, named Dongzhou University. In 1995, it was renamed Donghai University, which it remains to this day.

Today, Tunghai University is not only a regular university directly under the Ministry of Education and jointly supported by the Ministry and the province, but also one of the key universities in the national "985 Project." Its disciplines cover ten major categories: philosophy, economics, law, education, literature, history, science, engineering, medicine, and management. The university boasts a vast campus nestled against mountains and beside water, with an elegant environment, lush trees and green lawns, and beautiful scenery. Coupled with its strong faculty, excellent comprehensive educational conditions, and complete basic facilities, these advantages have made Tunghai University surpass the prestigious universities in the provincial capital, becoming the undisputed "number one university" in Tunghai Province.

All of this, if it were a year ago when I first entered the Chinese Language and Literature Department of Tunghai University, would have made me extremely proud. But now, after a full academic year of study and life at this university,

everything is familiar and familiar; nothing and no one can touch my heart anymore.

"I used to think college life would be so wonderful. Now it seems like it's just so-so!" This is a common lament from my roommate, "Wasp." "Wasp" is his nickname; his full name is Hu Feng, and he's from Chuzhou, the prefecture-level city closest to the inland in southwestern Donghai Province.

He's a very sociable and easy-going person. Add to that his good looks and excellent speaking skills, and he became the most popular guy in our dorm among the girls. In just his freshman year, he had several girlfriends.

Besides him and me, there were two other people in the dorm. One was named Gu Zheye, a fellow townsman from Ningzhou, the same province as me. The first time we heard this guy with thick-rimmed glasses, dark skin, curly hair, and a wooden expression introduce himself, we all chuckled inwardly. Zheye? Isn't that just a classical Chinese phrase? His parents gave him such a name... well, you know. As we got to know him better, we learned that his father was a high school Chinese teacher who greatly admired Confucianism. When Gu Zheye was born, his father searched through countless classic texts but couldn't find a name that satisfied him. Finally, he had a flash of inspiration and named his son "Zheye."

Naturally, with such a father, Gu Zheye was immersed in the atmosphere of ancient Confucian thought from a young age. Over time, his personality and behavior became very much like those of the ancients; he could recite poems, songs, and Confucian classics with ease. Although he seemed cold and unapproachable, we soon discovered that he was extremely kind-hearted. Whenever there was a donation drive or blood donation event on campus, he was always the first in our dormitory to step forward.

If we didn't contribute, he would spend entire nights reasoning with us, appealing to our emotions and quoting Confucius and his teachers until he convinced us. Therefore, he earned a fitting nickname—"Scholar."

The remaining one is named Zhao Wuyan, nicknamed "Seimei." He's an extremely mysterious guy with an extraordinary background.

Why do I say that? There are several reasons: First, after spending over a year with him, we still haven't been able to find out where he's from. This guy seems to be fluent in dialects from all over the country; if you try to get to the bottom of it, he switches between dialects every few sentences, making it impossible to understand him.

Second, this guy has a very sinister appearance. While not exactly handsome or dashing, his extremely soft features, long, glossy black hair that rivals a woman's, and the almost bewitching allure emanating from his slender, anime-like eyes when they open and close, sometimes make me wonder if he's some kind of Onmyoji—Abe no Seimei—who traveled from Japan's Heian period. That's the origin of his nickname. Given his appearance, one would expect him to be very popular with girls of discerning taste at school. And

indeed, that's the case—every few days he receives countless love confessions via text message, phone call, and gifts. But he completely ignored those girls, replying to their texts, answering their calls, and accepting their gifts; but dating them? Sorry, no way!

Also, this guy is incredibly skilled in combat. Only I in the dorm knew this, and I only discovered it by chance. It all started three months ago that weekend—"Thief! Thief!" That afternoon, Zhao Wuyan and I were chatting after buying books at the Xinhua Bookstore in the city when a sharp shout abruptly interrupted our conversation.

Looking up, I saw a short distance ahead, a 1.7-meter-tall, shifty-eyed robber carrying a gray women's handbag, running frantically; about twenty meters behind him, the middle-aged woman who had been robbed was also desperately chasing after him, shouting in all directions.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuyan immediately shoved the book he was holding into my hands and quickly ran after the robber. The moment he started running, I was stunned, because I had never seen anyone run so fast. He never participated in any sports activities at school. So, the cheetah-like speed he displayed at that moment couldn't help but surprise me.

Fortunately, I didn't think too much about it at the time. After a moment of hesitation, fearing he might get hurt, I followed him. About ten minutes later, when I arrived, panting, at the dead end where he and the robber had entered, the scene before me stunned me again:

the robber lay motionless on the ground, his hands a bloody mess, his life hanging in the balance, a switchblade still embedded in the back of his right hand. Zhao Wuyan, on the other hand, calmly emerged from the alley carrying the robbed woman's handbag. He wasn't surprised to see me, and chuckled softly, "Old Ghost, you're pretty fast too!" "Old Ghost" was my nickname. The reason was simple: I was the biggest smoker in our dorm, so they called me "Old Smoker," but later, because that didn't sound quite right, they changed it to "Old Ghost."

"You, you're crazy! How could you be so ruthless! What, what do we do now?" The bloody scene made me feel nauseous, and I stammered as I spoke. But he didn't seem to care at all. After glancing at the unconscious robber, he continued, "That kid was blind. I chased him here, and when he couldn't escape, he tried to use a knife.

I told him to think about the consequences, but he wouldn't listen, and now this is what happened." "Hurry up, leave the bag here. Otherwise, you'll be in trouble when the police come!" I said, pulling him out of the alley. We took a detour, and after leaving that block, we took a taxi back to school. Sitting in the car, I still felt a lingering fear thinking about the pool of blood. I turned to look at him; he still had that relaxed expression, as if what had just happened was nothing to him.

"He looks so effeminate, yet his moves are so ruthless. He's truly an unfathomable person! Hmm? Wait, he's so powerful. Then can I—" I thought to myself, pondering, various ideas arising—and from then on, my relationship with him became much closer. Before, although we shared a dorm room and laughed and joked every day, I always felt there was some distance between us. But after that incident, our conversations began to deepen considerably. However, he still asked me not to reveal to "Wasp" and "Scholar" that he knew martial arts.

I asked him why. He replied, "What I practice isn't traditional martial arts. It's the combat skills used by special forces in the military, all about one-hit kills. This kind of skill isn't suitable for sparring like traditional martial arts; it's all about 'either not striking at all, or striking to kill the enemy.' So I don't want people to know easily." "You're from a military family, right?" "Is your father or grandfather a military general?" Later, as our relationship improved, my questions became more in-depth.

"Yes and no." At these times, he would give an ambiguous answer with that faint, almost sinister smile. Of course, after some effort, he eventually agreed to teach me combat.

Over time, I found that he was actually quite easy to get along with, just not very fond of interacting with strangers. Furthermore, he had a very regular lifestyle, strictly adhering to his wake-up and bedtime routines; in his eyes, the things we young people like to do—chatting online and playing games—were a waste of time and life. However, he also had a hobby: reading detective novels. He read every book on detective fiction in the school library.

These included famous works such as *The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes*, *The Three Coffins*, *The Murder*, *And Then There Were None*, *The Mystery of the Clouds*, *After the Funeral*, *The Crooked House*, *The Golf Course Mystery*, *The Greek Coffin Mystery*, *The Tragedy of X*, *The Fog Mansion Murder Case*, *The Astrological Murder Case*, *The Decagon House Murder Case*, *The Hyperbola Murder Case*, *The Devil Comes Playing the Flute*, *The Village of Eight Graves*, and *Night Walk*, among many other works by European, American, and Japanese mystery novelists.

Inspired by him, I not only started getting up early every day to run, learn martial arts, and exercise with him, but I also gradually began reading detective novels. Soon, I was captivated by the intricate plots, suspenseful twists, and thrilling climaxes of the detective stories. At the same time, I admired the mystery writers who designed these clever tricks, rigorous reasoning, and complex plots.

We often had in-depth yet accessible discussions about the cases in the novels. The motives behind the crimes, the methods used, the key evidence in solving the cases, and even obvious plot holes left by the authors—these could all become the focus of our discussions. At the end of his first semester, during summer vacation, he didn't go back home but stayed at the university. As for me, there was absolutely no need to return to the county town.

Why? Two reasons. Besides the fact that my father and his remarried wife were on summer vacation at their home in the county town, which wasn't particularly convenient, my mother—Shen Xiuqin—had moved from the county town to Dongzhou more than half a year ago—thus saving me the trouble of going back to the county town to visit her. Not only that, but she also unexpectedly married the head of the Fine Arts Department at Donghai University—Lü Guoqiang.

Before my mother married him, my impression of Director Lü was limited to some superficial information: a well-known oil painter in Donghai Province, a member of the Dongzhou Municipal People's Political Consultative Conference, who had held solo exhibitions in Beijing and Shanghai, and several of his works had been auctioned. I never imagined that this gentle and refined university professor and painter, whom I had bumped into a few times on campus, would turn out to be my mother's first love.

When I learned of their past from her, I couldn't help but sigh at the unpredictability of life. They hadn't seen each other for nearly thirty years, yet they reunited because of me and were preparing to marry. Thinking about all the trials and tribulations my mother had endured these past few years, I was speechless. So, when she asked for my opinion with hope and trepidation, I could only nod in agreement.

Because both of them were remarrying, there were some reservations. Therefore, after obtaining their marriage certificate, they simply had Lü Guoqiang invite a few of his close friends to a meal at the most upscale five-star "Lianshan Hotel" in Dongzhou City, which served as their wedding banquet. At the time, I had a slight reservation and didn't attend the banquet. However, I still called them to offer my blessings afterward.

Now, six months have passed, and my mother and Lü Guoqiang seem to be living happily together. To prevent my mother from feeling lonely staying at home all day without a job, he used his connections to arrange a contract job for her in the school's logistics department. It wasn't strenuous, and it would be convenient for her to visit me every day during the semester.

Furthermore, Lü Guoqiang strongly invited me to his home. Unable to refuse his hospitality, I went a few times, but each time I saw his and my mother's intimate interactions, I felt awkward. Moreover, an incident that happened more than three months prior further solidified my resolve to visit his home as little as possible. So, during my first summer vacation at university, I neither returned to my hometown nor visited my father, and certainly didn't go to Lü Guoqiang's house to make a fool of myself.

Instead, I chose to learn martial arts from Zhao Wuyan to hone my skills—"Remember, the first principle of combat is to always face your opponent sideways. This allows you to react faster than your opponent and reduces your defensive area—" One hot summer afternoon, in a secluded corner of the campus.

As I listened to Zhao Wuyan's explanation of fighting techniques, I simultaneously tucked in my stomach and shoulders, tightened my arms, and rapidly threw punches left and right, alternating between them, striking a multi-layered paper punching pad hanging from a large tree beside me. My back ached, my legs were numb, large beads of sweat dripped down my back, and the pain in my knuckles didn't stop me. I just kept repeating the punches over and over, the movements almost mechanical.

Just when I was about to give up, Zhao Wuyan suddenly called out from behind, "Hello, Aunt Shen." I turned around and saw my mother standing not far away, her hair piled high, her eyebrows delicately drawn, wearing a well-tailored, simple and elegant sleeveless dress, black high-heeled sandals, a handbag in one hand, and a parasol in the other, her eyes filled with concern. Before I could straighten up, she nodded to Zhao Wuyan and said to me, "Xiaojun, you and Wuyan come with Mom later. Your Uncle Lü is treating you two to dinner tonight." 04-10
(Chapter 2)

"Mom, never mind. Wuyan and I are going swimming tonight. You two should go eat." I didn't accept her invitation, and after saying that, I didn't even look at her, just wiping the sweat from my brow with my sleeve.

"This child!" My mother seemed a little dissatisfied with my answer, scolding me playfully, then came to me and continued to persuade me, "Didn't you always say you wanted to go to 'Lianshan' for a French meal? Your Uncle Lü said he'll treat you there to a good meal tonight!" She paused, then changed to a resentful tone, "Besides, you haven't eaten with me for almost two months. What, do you hate your mother? Or—" "Okay, okay. I'll go, I'll go." In fact, whenever she nagged me in this self-pitying tone, I couldn't resist and would reluctantly agree to any of her requests.

"Hmm, that's my obedient son. Come on, let's go to the dorm to shower. Then we'll leave!" In a better mood, she grabbed my sweaty arm and was about to walk out. At this moment, Zhao Wuyan spoke up: "Auntie, He Jun. I won't be going tonight." "Oh, you're not going?" I asked curiously. He nodded, then said to me, "I'm going to the library. You and your mom go to the dorm." He politely said goodbye to my mom and walked out first.

"Your classmate is really...well, let's just say he's a bit...unpleasant-looking. And his temper is weird too. It seems like he never goes when I invite him to dinner with you. How will he ever survive in society with a personality like that! You absolutely mustn't be like him, okay?

Also, don't hang out with him all the time. He doesn't learn anything good, only these violent things.

Sigh! What can I say—" My mom continued nagging in my ear as we walked towards the dorm, listing all the faults of him and me. I was getting dizzy and annoyed, and finally managed to squeeze in a sentence: "Mom, I understand. I'm about to faint if you keep going."

"Okay, okay, Mom won't say anymore, won't say anymore." Seeing my obvious impatience, she stopped talking and continued to accompany me into the dorm. She helped me clean the dorm, while I went into the bathroom to shower.

As I rinsed the grime and exhaustion from my body with water, I thought, "Mom, you really don't understand me! I'm studying that so diligently entirely for you! If I succeed, I can protect you in the future and never let those so-called 'bosses' and 'spoiled brats' harass or defile you again. And, just in case—" It was exactly seven o'clock in the evening at the revolving Western restaurant on the top floor of the "Lianshan Grand Hotel".

The hotel, located in the city center, is a 38-story building, one of the tallest in Dongzhou. At night, guests dine on the rooftop, enjoying panoramic views of Dongzhou's magnificent landscape as the restaurant slowly revolves. At this moment, three people were seated at a four-person table by the window: a refined and elegant middle-aged man, a mature, graceful, and beautiful woman, and a casually dressed young man; needless to say, these were Lü Guoqiang, my mother, and me.

We had just finished ordering, and Lü Guoqiang, after dismissing the waiter, began to chat with me amiably. He was very handsome, with slanted eyebrows that swept into his temples, a straight nose, and thin lips. I was certain that my mother had been attracted to him primarily by his appearance when she was young.

I chatted with him casually. Actually, ever since that summer of Hong, I had developed a dislike for handsome and successful men. Deep down, I believe that these kinds of people, despite their seemingly refined and cultured appearance, are mostly cunning and swindling schemers.

They smile to your face but stab you in the back; they kill without bloodshed and devour without spitting out the bones. For them, these are the core means of survival. Taking advantage of other men's wives and daughters, and engaging in lewd and obscene acts are common occurrences in their lives.

Not long after, our French meal arrived. First came the appetizers: smoked carp, oysters, and bread. While fiddling with his napkin, Lü Guoqiang said to me, "Xiao Jun, if you want to spread butter on bread, you must break it into small pieces that you can eat in one bite, and spread the butter on those pieces just before eating.

Never spread butter on the whole loaf. According to the French, the custom of 'breaking off pieces after eating a bite' has been around for centuries, so that the leftover bread can be given to the poor." Having never eaten in such a high-class restaurant before, I could only awkwardly eat according to his instructions. My second course was a richly fragrant and colorful French vegetable soup. Seeing me holding a spoon, about to drink it, he added, "Remember, if the soup is too hot, don't drink it, and don't blow on it. Wait until it cools down naturally before drinking it." "Damn it! Is this ever going to end? So what if you've eaten a few more Western meals than me? Look at you, so capable!" I muttered inwardly, feeling quite resentful, the metal spoon in my hand clanging loudly. At the same time, I straightened up, raised my head,

and glared at him with hostility. "Hey, Qiang. You said you'd find a British language teacher for Xiaojun. How's it going? Did he agree?" My mother, sitting next to him, noticed my defiant look, put down her knife and fork, and smoothed things over, giving me a wink to stop fooling around.

"Oh, I've talked to Richard, the professor at the school's foreign language department, about that. He promised that after Xiaojun starts his sophomore year, he'll come to our house every weekend. Xiaojun, you must come over and study and communicate with Professor Richard properly then. This will help you prepare for the IELTS exam. Getting to know foreigners early is beneficial for understanding their thoughts and behaviors, which will greatly help you when you study abroad in the future." He spoke slowly and calmly, still with a concerned expression. It seemed that my impolite behavior had no effect on him.

At the same time, after he finished speaking, my mother immediately followed up with, "Did you hear that? From now on, you must work hard to learn a foreign language from that British teacher. Don't go learning any more of those frivolous things. Understand?" I knew about learning a foreign language. When my mother discussed it with me, I neither objected nor agreed. Now, it seemed that I couldn't escape it. However, my mother's words were clearly directed at Zhao Wuyan. So, as soon as she finished speaking, I retorted, "What do you mean by 'neither fish nor fowl'? Physical fitness is considered 'neither fish nor fowl'? Does that mean all the martial artists who have practiced for thousands of years are 'neither fish nor fowl' by your standards? Can you call Yue Fei, Qi Jiguang, Yu Dayou, Wang Wu, Huang Feihong, Huo Yuanjia, and others 'neither

fish nor fowl'?" "Hey, you child, how could you—" My mother was a little annoyed by my outburst and was about to continue speaking when Lü Guoqiang stopped her. He patted her shoulder to comfort her and said, "There's nothing wrong with physical fitness, just know when to stop. As a student, you should prioritize your studies, otherwise you'll be putting the cart before the horse. What do you say, Xiaojun?" "Damn, he's a real 'talker.' He's got the skills; a few sentences and he's left me speechless." Thinking this, I nodded stiffly at him, looking at his handsome, well-maintained face.

I couldn't help but recall that scene from over three months ago—the day I broke up with my first love, Zhuge Shanshan, over the phone. To be honest, I didn't really love her. The only thing that made me feel nostalgic and nostalgic was that she was the first woman in my life. Besides sex, we had almost nothing in common. Moreover, since I came to Dongzhou for university, we'd only seen each other a handful of times. We were far apart, each with our own social circles. Furthermore, she had started working, and the chances of her encountering temptations in society were higher. These were all reasons that prevented our relationship from continuing. So, breaking up was a natural consequence.

Although I didn't love her that much, it was still a painful first breakup. So that night, I called "Wasp," "Scholar," and a few other classmates to go to a karaoke bar. I also invited Zhao Wuyan, but he didn't come with us.

That night, I sang my heart out at the karaoke bar, drowning my sorrows in alcohol. I tried all sorts of drinks—beer, red wine, whiskey—at varying prices. Knowing I was in a bad mood, my classmates didn't try to comfort me; in fact, they kept toasting me. Before long, I was completely drunk. Later, somehow, they used my phone to call my mother. She rushed over, of course, and took me, vomiting and unconscious, to her and Lü Guoqiang's house.

Late at night, I woke up with a splitting headache and it took me a long time to realize I was at Lü Guoqiang's house. His house was in the northeast of Dongzhou, in what was considered the most elegant and lush area of Dongzhou. Back in the Republic of China era, many high-ranking officials and wealthy people bought land there, built mansions and houses. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, these mansions and villas were reclaimed by the government; some were designated as sanatoriums, and others became residential areas for the families of municipal leaders. Lü Guoqiang's parents were allocated one of these houses. Now that they were both deceased, Lü Guoqiang had bought the house, making it his property.

I remember visiting the house for the first time. It had two floors and a courtyard. The courtyard was a large, traditional garden-style house, with peach trees and a pergola covered in ivy and other climbing plants that stretched all the way to the walls. A round stone table sat in the center under the pergola, with two stone benches beside it. The house itself was different; it was a European-style structure with many large rooms. Especially Lü Guoqiang's study: the walls were lined with bookshelves, the spaces completely empty. The bookshelves were made of dark wood with rustic patterns, and a faint sandalwood scent permeated the room. The books were numerous and varied, seemingly uncategorized. There were also some foreign language art books, mostly sketches and oil paintings of nude women in various poses.

However, with a headache and dry mouth, I had no interest in browsing his house again. After finishing the bottled water on the bedside table, I got out of bed, groped my way out of the room, and headed for the bathroom.

After relieving myself, I carefully made my way back. Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to the study on the first floor, its light still dimly lit. "Is he still awake so late?" Thinking this, I cautiously descended the stairs and headed towards it.

As I neared the door, I suddenly heard a familiar sound coming from inside. A man's heavy breathing, a woman's moans—and the woman moaning was none other than my mother. It all felt like a recurrence. I was now fully awake. It had been a long time since I'd witnessed my mother making love to a man again; it filled me with a profound sense of nostalgia.

Quietly, I approached the door and peeked inside. Strangely, neither my mother nor Lü Guoqiang were in the study. "Where is the sound coming from?" I wondered, tiptoeing into the study and looking around. A moment later, my gaze fell on the bookshelf next to their art studio, where a black-covered book caught my eye. I walked over, gently pulled the book out, and peered through a hole in the wall. Instantly, a vivid erotic scene appeared before my eyes.

On a rug in the center of the studio, my mother and Lü Guoqiang were making love. They were using a rear-entry position, known as "doggy style." I was seeing them from the side, so their every move was clearly visible.

My mother's hair was disheveled as she lay sprawled on the rug, her round buttocks raised high, her upper body almost pressed against the floor. Lu Guoqiang, naked, knelt behind her. Although slightly overweight, he was still quite muscular. He penetrated my mother's vagina from behind, slowly thrusting in and out. From my angle, I couldn't see his penis clearly, only hear the "plop plop" sounds of his thrusting.

His hands gripped my mother's waist, his thrusts rhythmic and unhurried, accompanied by low, labored breathing. My mother was already aroused. She lay prone on the carpet, her hands supporting her weight, moaning with each thrust. Her full breasts swayed with each impact, making me dizzy. Although it

wasn't the first time I'd spied on my mother's lovemaking up close, this scene still made my youthful vigor hold my breath, my eyes glued to the viewer, my heart pounding wildly.

After thrusting for about ten minutes, Lü Guoqiang stopped and patted my mother's pert buttocks, saying, "Come on, let's change positions." Hearing his words, my mother quickly turned her head and said coquettishly, "You've been quite good in the art studio these past few days, but why can't you do it in bed?" "It's all the same." He said, moving away from my mother's body. Only then could I see his penis clearly; it was shorter and darker in color than mine, and the glans was obviously not as large.

"I don't think it's the same. Now you're doing me, but you're only thinking about those vixens, aren't you?" I heard my mother say sourly, turning her dazzlingly white body around and lying on her back with her legs spread wide apart. Seeing Lü Guoqiang pause and not move, she urged again, "What's wrong? Did I hit the nail on the head?" A hint of embarrassment flashed across Lü Guoqiang's face, but his tone remained unchanged: "How could you think that? Wife, we've only been married a short time!" My mother snorted and continued, "If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place."

After saying that, she raised one leg and stretched it out, her fair and delicate foot gently pressing against his hairy genitals, and said in a drawn-out tone, "What's wrong? Now that you see it's your wife, you've lost interest?" "What nonsense are you talking about? Watch how I pamper you!" As soon as she finished speaking, Lü Guoqiang came back to his senses, regained his vigor, and pounced on my mother, his penis entering her as if an old horse knew its way. He played with her ample breasts with both hands, thrusting as he said, "With a wife as stunning and alluring as you, how could I possibly have the energy to look for someone else?"

My mother swayed her hips to meet his thrusts, but kept saying, "Stop it—oh—make me happy—oh—oh—I'm old—how can I compare to those young and beautiful women—ah—faster!" He kept thrusting, trying his best to match my mother's movements, and after a while, he slowed down, panting, "Wife, I think you're not getting old, you're just getting more and more horny. If this keeps up, I think I'll have to take some tonics, or you'll drain me dry." "

Oh—oh—it's all your fault—you've been so hasty these past few days—if it were in the bedroom—you would have finished long ago—oh—don't stop!" My mother had reached the crucial moment; her body arched back, her brows furrowed, and her hands gripped the edge of the carpet tightly. He stopped talking and just kept thrusting hard, each stroke making my mother feel like she was about to fly.

"Oh—ah—why are you—why are you so fierce today—are you thinking about that girl surnamed Guan—ah?" He seemed a little impatient with my mother's incessant chatter, then suddenly stopped and said, "What does she have to do with me? She's just my student, occasionally working as a model for my paintings. It's normal! What are you thinking!" "You brought your student home for her to paint! And you even made her strip naked for you to paint! If I hadn't come back early that day, you might have... you might have done that! Humph! From now on, you can only paint me! Do you hear me! Do you hear me!" My mother said as she squeezed his waist tightly with her legs, her round, pert buttocks twisting eagerly.

A light seemed to gleam in Lü Guoqiang's eyes, and he suddenly began to thrust wildly, each stroke reaching deep into my mother's vagina, as if he were venting his anger on a prostitute. She kept shouting, "Okay, okay. From now on, I'll only paint for you, only for you. I'll paint you naked! Naked you! I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death!" "Oh—oh—if you've got the guts, then fuck me to death—oh—keep it down—my son's still on top—oh—faster—faster—ah!" My mother's soft moans were wanton and wanton. This was almost exactly the same as every time I'd seen her having an affair before.

At this point, the lovemaking in the studio was nearing its end. Lü Guoqiang was clearly exhausted, and my mother was about to reach her climax. Once it became quiet, I would most likely be discovered. Thinking of this, I quietly stepped back and carefully put the book back. However, I didn't leave immediately because the sounds could still be heard. The two of them panted and moaned, and the sounds of flesh colliding alternated. After a while, I heard Lü Guoqiang groan, and at the same time, my mother let out a soft cry. Then everything fell silent—

(Chapter 3)

"Xiaojun, Xiaojun!" "Hey! Son!" The repeated calls from Lü Guoqiang and my mother pulled me out of that obscene and wanton memory of sex. After regaining my composure, I realized that there was now a steak with a hint of wine and the aroma of herbs in front of me, and another dish of snails with a strong garlic and wine fragrance.

"Look, Xiaojun." Seeing that I had come back to my senses, Lü Guoqiang continued to show off. He pointed to the paste covering the steak and said, "This is Proven?al stew made with cucumber, eggplant, and tomato; it's the best combination with tender, spiced steak. Besides, it's highly nutritious, rich in vitamins A, B, C, and E, as well as folic acid, iron, zinc, and other trace elements. And these snails are—" "Uncle!" I interrupted him before he could finish, putting on an indifferent expression. "

I'm hungry. Could you please talk about the nutritional value of these foods after I've finished eating?" "Xiaojun!" My mother, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore. Before Lü Guoqiang could say anything, she said sternly to me with a displeased expression, "How dare you talk to your uncle like that! That's so rude! Apologize!" "Hey, Xiuqin. It's alright! It's my fault for being so long-winded; I didn't notice he was hungry. Xiaojun, then you should eat quickly! Order more if you're still hungry." Lü Guoqiang, with a good-natured demeanor, helped me out of the predicament while gesturing for me to eat. So, without saying a word or looking at them, I immediately lowered my head and began to enjoy the food in front of me.

The meal was incredibly unpleasant. Although the restaurant had a beautiful ambiance and the food was delicious, I just couldn't muster any interest. After quickly finishing the main course and dessert, I got up to leave. I ignored the surprise on Lü Guoqiang's face and my mother's embarrassment. I walked out of the restaurant indifferently and resolutely.

On the way back to school, I thought a lot. Ever since I spied on them making love in the art studio, a question had been lingering in my mind. This question concerned why Lü Guoqiang wanted to get back together with my mother. Generally speaking, he could be considered a successful person now. How could some young women in society who were confident in their beauty and unwilling to be mediocre not seek him out? Moreover, his profession offered advantages, coupled with his outstanding appearance and mature demeanor. All of these indicated that he had the qualities to attract women. The woman surnamed Guan that my mother mentioned indirectly proves my guess, doesn't she?

Since his life after the divorce wasn't the "ascetic" existence he described to my mother, why did he marry my mother, whom he had reunited with? Although my mother is still a charming and mature woman, that doesn't seem to be enough to completely attract him! The reason is simple: a painter who is skilled at and loves painting the human body, especially the female nude, would have had very few encounters with women? So I'm very curious about his actions. Is it a longing for his first love? Or is it a desire to compensate my mother? Or perhaps both? Or is there another reason?

Also, since that time, I've started to resent my mother deep down. After Xia Tianhong, I've disapproved of her actions from the bottom of my heart. Although she later changed her mind and started anew under my influence, just a year later, after a trip to Dongzhou, she went back to her old ways, completely falling for her first love. At first,

I was relieved that she had found a place to settle down for the rest of her life. But now it seems only I know whether it's hot or cold—when I got to the dorm, I saw Zhao Wuyan standing on the balcony, his back to me, gazing at the sky. Seeing this, I took off my clothes, shirtless, and went to the bathroom to wash up. Then I stood beside him, looking at the bright moon and stars of the summer night.

"I'm asking you, old ghost. What is the ultimate purpose of a person's life?" After a long silence, this effeminate-looking, devilishly charming guy suddenly asked me.

"To be rich and powerful, and to play with all the beauties in the world!" By now, I had calmed down from my annoyance because of my mother, smiled slightly, and answered.

"That's 'Wasp's' life goal." He stroked his long, smooth black hair and said calmly.

"To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to continue the lost learning of the sages, and to usher in an era of peace for all generations." I stroked my chin, my face full of righteousness, and slowly recited the words that the "scholar" often said.

"How can a mere child carry on the family business?" he retorted in a refined manner, a strand of hair still twirling in his right hand.

"Heh heh, you want to ask about my life goals?" I found my feigned righteousness rather amusing, so I relaxed my tense face and asked.

He didn't speak again, but stared at me with his narrow eyes for a full minute without blinking. Feeling uneasy under his gaze, I could only avoid his eyes, my voice becoming lower and deeper: "No, I haven't thought about it." "Really haven't thought about it?" The distant, meaningful words reached my ears.

I shook my head in affirmation. He didn't seem to mind, continuing in a gentle tone: "I've been in school for a year. Besides you, 'Wasp,' and 'Scholar,' I have no other friends. No—" "Who told you not to date those girls who admire you!" I couldn't help but interrupt him, teasing him good-naturedly.

"Listen to me," he adjusted his posture. "But recently, I've made a 'new friend.' He's wicked, wicked from head to toe. And he's very calm, seemingly like an ordinary person. But I always feel like he's a demon." "How did you meet him? Is he a man or a woman?" I asked him.

"You know him," he answered readily. His gaze, like the ocean, swept over me, looking behind me.

I looked at him, puzzled. I turned to look behind me too, but didn't see anything unusual.

Suddenly, something that happened at the beginning of summer vacation flashed into my mind. Soon, I asked him, with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, "You mean that person?" He nodded without hesitation, then went into the dormitory, leaving me alone on the balcony, lost in thought.

To be honest, in all my years, besides the time Zhao Wuyan taught the robber a lesson, that incident had the biggest psychological impact. If Zhao Wuyan hadn't mentioned that man, I wouldn't even want to think about it, because that person was truly a bloodthirsty and perverted monster.

I slowly strolled back inside, my gaze quickly falling on an old local newspaper that Zhao Wuyan was reading. The second page clearly bore the headline: "Murder Case Occurs Near Dongda Campus in Our City." The old newspaper published the news three days after the incident. For some reason, Zhao Wuyan bought a copy that morning. Luckily, he bought it early; when I went to the newsstand to buy a magazine that noon, I found that the newspaper had already been confiscated by the cultural department.

"Why didn't you arrest him then?" I asked, pulling a cigarette from my pocket as I stood beside Zhao Wuyan. Perhaps out of fear of that man's brutality, my hands trembled uncontrollably as I held the cigarette and lighter.

He glanced back at me, then put away the newspaper he'd read countless times, and said, "Like I said, that person was very calm. So calm that it gave me a chill. Although if I'd investigated the crime scene more thoroughly, I could have found him, I ultimately backed down." "You're afraid of that person too? Then why do you call him your 'new friend'?" I asked curiously.

"These past few days, I've carefully reviewed everything that happened that night from beginning to end. But I haven't found anything unusual. However, I still feel that his actions that day had some deeper meaning. A motive, there must have been some motive that drove him to do what he did. I really want to find out his motive, so for now, I can only treat him as a 'new friend.' To try and understand his psychology and find the answers I'm looking for." "Heh, detective. Have you found the motive yet?" I couldn't help but chuckle.

He shook his head and continued, "No, but I can tell you this. Once I know that person's motive, I will risk my life to catch him." After saying this, he looked at me with a rather serious expression and asked, "You will help me, right?" "I'm afraid of death." I took a drag of my lit cigarette, the rich tobacco aroma filling the air. "I didn't see the horrific death of the guy that person killed, but you should understand. Even someone as skilled as you felt a chill, let alone me." "

I'm afraid of death too. I think no one in the world is unafraid of death." He stroked his long hair again. "But from birth to death, aren't we all heading towards death?" I didn't immediately refute his words because I felt he was absolutely right. The difference between people, in the final analysis, is simply dying early or dying late. Everything else is just fleeting.

Thinking of this, I smiled helplessly, "Alright, I'll definitely help you then. After all, you're my mentor now! But you should know, like in those detective novels, the real Grim Reaper isn't the murderer, but the detectives who relentlessly pursue the truth. In some cases, if they hadn't intentionally or unintentionally condoned the murderer, fewer people might have died." "But that person did kill someone. Near this school." His eyes were fixed on me.

"That could be some kind of transient criminal! Simple murder and robbery, killing for money; all of those are possible. Besides, we didn't call the police that day, so many days have passed. Isn't it too late to investigate the murderer now? And—" He waved his hand, interrupting me. Then he continued, "Will you help me?" "Okay." I finally agreed.

That night, while I slept soundly, I had a strange dream. Humans are truly amazing, advanced animals; even dreams seem so real. In my dream, I kept repeating what I had seen before: my mother's passionate lovemaking with different men. There was Xia Tianhong, a young white-collar worker; Chen Kai, a despicable playboy; Qian Mingyuan, who used his position to exploit women; Wu Zhongfa; Jiang Zihui; Lü Guoqiang; and even a guy whose face was particularly blurry, but whose physique was very familiar.

These men kept demanding that my mother have sex with them in various different situations. And my mother?

She was extremely compliant with each of them, almost to the point of taking whatever they wanted. Watching those familiar yet strange scenes of debauchery, I couldn't help but cry, laugh, stare blankly, and grit my teeth; my mind was in turmoil, filled with unforgettable worries.

But soon, the scene shifted to that early summer night I didn't want to recall. A piercing cry for help, a blurry shadow, a sinister laugh, blood everywhere, twisted corpses; all of this was undoubtedly a tremendous physical and psychological ordeal for me, a young person "born in the new China, raised under the red flag." This vivid and shocking nightmare forced me awake with a start. Sweating profusely and still shaken, I looked at Zhao Wuyan sleeping on my other side and thought to myself, "Why is he bringing up that day tonight? Why—" The events of that night gradually became clearer in my mind—

it was the third day of summer vacation. There were very few people strolling around the campus. After having dinner in the student cafeteria, we wandered around the school for a while before leaving. For some reason, I was in a state of extreme excitement yet also great fear that day. Considering what happened later, I have to say that fate had its own way of things.

On the streets near the school, I always liked to relentlessly ask Zhao Wuyan strange and unusual questions. Like, "Do people really have souls?" or "If you do bad things, will you go to hell after you die?" Whenever I asked a question, he would always laugh and scold me in perfect Beijing dialect, "Are you crazy?! How can you be so weird?!" While joking with him, I was also texting. A few days ago, I bought a new phone, a Motorola dual-SIM dual-standby phone. "Wasp" and "Scholar" were quite envious of it for a while. Of course, Zhao Wuyan, known as "Clear-sighted," wouldn't be surprised at all.

Around 9 PM, after buying slippers at the supermarket, I suggested we go back to school. So we took a shortcut. When we were almost at the back gate of the school, we noticed something very strange: a Toyota SUV was reversing very slowly into a quiet, narrow alley.

"Hey! I say, is that guy driving out of his mind? Isn't there a parking lot at the school gate? Why did he have to park in this weird corner?" I teased him as the car backed into the dimly lit alley.

Zhao Wuyan didn't respond, just nodded slightly, and continued walking towards the back gate of the school.

"Hey, 'Jingming'," I called out to him, "Shall we go check it out? Maybe, hehe, someone's messing around there! Let's scare them." "Hehe, you go if you want, I don't have a voyeuristic streak," he chuckled.

Just as I was about to pull him along, a series of urgent cries for help suddenly came from the alley. Listening closely, I realized it was a woman's voice. Seeing this, we immediately rushed into the alley. As soon as we entered, we saw a woman jump out of the car. The woman, with her alluring face, rushed towards us in a panic, stammering, "Help, help! The car, the car... the person... that person is going to rape me, rape me!" "What! 'Jingming,' you watch her, I'll go check!" I said indignantly, immediately running towards the starting car. Perhaps out of fear, the driver, seeing someone approaching, panicked and slammed the rear of the car into the wall of the alley. The car stalled and couldn't be restarted immediately, so the man opened the door and fled to the other end of the alley.

I followed him closely; the benefits of exercising with Zhao Wuyan were evident at this moment. Gradually, the fleeing man's pace slowed, and I could hear his heavy breathing.

Under the desolate moonlight, dark clouds began to blanket the earth. And the person I feared was about to appear.

One fled, the other chased. But at this crucial moment, I carelessly stepped on a watermelon rind that someone had thrown on the ground, and instantly, like a starving dog scrambling for poop, I fell to the ground. My head hit the ground, and I lost consciousness. In my last moments of consciousness, I seemed to see a long shadow stretching out from in front of me or behind me—a dream, a dream surfaced in my unconscious mind. In the dream, it seemed the fleeing person was captured by someone whose face I couldn't make out.

The fleeing person initially tried to say a few words of righteous indignation. But the indistinct person didn't waste any words, delivering a precise straight punch to the fleeing person's chin. After knocking him unconscious, the person grabbed his head, tilted it downwards, and slammed it hard against a large, uneven, angular rock. Once, twice, three times—until the fleeing person was completely unresponsive, his body limp. The man slammed him to the ground, then squatted down, checked the fleeing man's breath and pulse, and searched his body for a while before straightening up and leaving. Before leaving, the man seemed to know me, turning back to look at me and chuckling.

What kind of eyes were those! Without a trace of emotion, without any pity, radiating a chilling light. That laughter sent shivers down my spine, filling me with utter terror. I couldn't understand why I had such a strange and vivid dream. Soon, I woke up. Coming to my senses, I found myself still lying on the road where I had fallen. Zhao Wuyan and the woman were already standing beside me, both relieved to see me awake.

(Chapter 4)

"Old Ghost, are you alright? Why are you lying here?" Seeing me shaking my slightly dazed head as I tried to stand up, Zhao Wuyan helped me up, and then asked his question. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention when I was chasing him, and I stepped on a watermelon rind." I answered absentmindedly, rubbing my swollen forehead.

The woman standing nearby kindly handed me a tissue and picked up the slippers I had bought, which I had thrown aside after the fall, which were in a plastic bag, and returned them to me. I thanked her softly and then turned back to wipe the dirt and sweat from my face with the tissue. The woman didn't say anything, glanced at me, and then stood silently beside me and Zhao Wuyan with her head down.

"That person must have run far away. Let's see this lady off." A few minutes later, Zhao Wuyan said to me.

The woman was about to speak when I interrupted her: "'Qingming,' um—" "What's wrong? Look at you, what kind of demon or monster did you encounter? You're an 'old ghost,' after all." Seeing my stammering and frightened appearance, Zhao Wuyan teased.

I steeled myself, took a deep breath, and whispered in his ear, "When I was unconscious, I had a dream. Do you know what I dreamt about? The person I was chasing was murdered!" "What! No—" He was about to speak when I patted his shoulder, signaling him to continue. "Don't tell me it's absurd. Actually, I feel weird about it too. I was the one chasing that person, but I lost them halfway through, and now I'm lying on the road having a nightmare! I really want to know if that person was really murdered. Why

don't you come with me to check ahead?" After saying that, I looked at him and hesitated for a moment before pointing to the woman and asking, "What about her?" "I'll go ask her." With that, I walked up to the woman and asked, "Ma'am, my classmate and I are going to check behind us. Do you want to come with us?" "Oh, me? I think I'll pass. Oh, by the way, could someone give me some money so I can take a taxi home?" the woman said cautiously.

I quickly pulled my wallet from my back pocket and gave her two hundred-yuan bills. "Wait a minute." At that moment, Zhao Wuyan came up behind me and asked the woman, "Judging from your voice, you don't seem to be a local from Dongzhou, right?" "Hmm? Oh, yes. I'm not a local," the woman said hesitantly.

Before he could ask any more questions, the woman turned around and hurriedly walked back. Afraid she would get lost, I called out from behind, "Go east along this road, and you'll reach the main gate of our school. There are taxis there." Turning around, I saw Zhao Wuyan still looking at the woman, his expression seemingly thoughtful. "Let's go and see!" I reminded him.

We then started walking forward. After walking for a while, I belatedly realized with annoyance, "Damn it, I forgot to ask that woman for her phone number! Now I've given her the money for nothing." "Hehe." Zhao Wuyan didn't seem to care about my regret, just smiled and continued walking.

After walking about two hundred meters, we finally saw the person who had fled for her life. However, he is truly dead.

Horror was the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw that dark, lifeless corpse. My legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and I asked Zhao Wuyan, my teeth chattering, "This, this, is this... is it him? Is he really... really dead?" "Yes, he should be the one who got out of the car." In this dimly lit place, Zhao Wuyan's voice was extremely cold and stern. He seemed to have seen a corpse before, calmly approaching, taking out his small flashlight, and shining it on the lifeless body.

I didn't have his courage, so I could only stand as far away as possible. The stench of blood and brain matter mixed in the air made my throat itch. After a while, he came to my side. His face was calm, and he didn't say a word.

"How is it?" I asked in a dry voice. "His face was completely smashed." He let out a long sigh, blinking, his narrow eyes gleaming. "Although the murderer took everything that could identify him, judging from his build and clothing, it's the person who ran away earlier." With a thud, I couldn't take it anymore, my legs gave way, and I collapsed to the ground, my breathing becoming rapid and erratic. "Wh-what should we do? Should we...should we call the police?" After a long while, I managed to suppress the urge to vomit and stammered.

Hearing me say this, he seemed reluctant to shake his head. While looking around, he said, "It's better not to. With us like this tonight, if we call the police, we won't be able to clear our names. Besides, besides—" Seeing his unusual hesitation, something suddenly occurred to me, and I blurted out,

"That woman! That woman can't escape responsibility! We have to go after her!" After saying that, I supported myself on my knees and stood up unsteadily.

"Is it too late?" he asked me. Then, he turned on his flashlight, broke off a branch from a nearby tree, and carefully swept away the footprints we had left at the murder scene. Except for the area around the body, where the killer had left his mark, everything else was spotless.

"Okay, now let's go check out the SUV," he said, casually tossing the branch into the overgrown weeds as he finished cleaning. He then began to move away. I followed behind him, reflecting on his actions, wondering, "Why didn't he want to call the police? Hmm, maybe he really doesn't want to deal with the police. Or is there some other reason? Could it be—" When we reached the spot where the SUV had collided, we found the car was gone.

Slightly disappointed, we had no choice but to return to school. Once in my dorm, still shaken, I couldn't hold back any longer and ran to the bathroom, buried my face in the toilet, and vomited violently. After that, I took off my clothes and took a long, cold shower.

After washing and soaking the clothes in a basin with laundry detergent, I left the bathroom. Zhao Wuyan was already sitting upright on the stool below his bed, one arm around his chest, the other pinching his nose, his eyes slightly closed as he pondered something. He looked like a detective getting into character.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him a dozen minutes later, after finishing a cigarette and calming down. He shook his head slightly, opened his eyes to look at me, and then said, "Tell me about the dream you just had in detail." I lit another cigarette and then nervously recounted the dream to him in great detail.

After finishing my story, I took a breath and said, "You know what! This is really bizarre! In my dream, it was as if I was completely there, seeing every detail clearly, except for the killer's appearance. What's even more absurd is that the person actually died! Ugh! Damn it, what did I do to deserve this—" "It's pretty much certain. That woman is definitely involved in that person's death." Just as I was about to curse because I accidentally touched the bruise on my forehead, he spoke up. "It's my fault for being careless.

When you went to chase after that person, the woman claimed she was frightened and insisted that I stay with her. That wasted ten minutes. Otherwise, if I had arrived when you fainted, I would have found the killer." "Who says otherwise! Of all the times, I ran into a watermelon rind there!" I muttered. Then I asked him, "Hey, do you think Freud's 'The Interpretation of Dreams' has any analysis of my situation?" "I haven't read it," he quickly replied.

"I see." I took a drag of the cigarette between my fingers. "The library must have it. I'll have to borrow it and study it when I have time. Today was so eerie. It really scared me to death. I'm so glad I didn't see that person die with you. Otherwise, I'd have nightmares for the rest of my life! Nightmares for the rest of my life—" "That's enough for today. You've been frightened too. Go to sleep!" He waved his hand, interrupting my rambling, then got up from the stool and went into the bathroom. "Are we really not going to call the police?" After thinking for a while, I asked, gesturing towards the bathroom.

"Yeah." His long reply carried that arrogance that emanated from his very bones.

After receiving his answer, I shook my head vigorously, as if only in this way could I forget this strange and bloody night. Then I lay down on the bed —

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"Can't sleep, huh?" Zhao Wuyan's soft question pulled me from the terrifying memories of that night. I turned my head and saw him sitting up in bed, leaning against the wall, looking as if he were deep in thought.

The day after the murder, a passerby who was exercising early in the morning discovered the body and quickly reported it to the police. For the next month, the police kept going in and out of the school area, investigating and searching for clues. But they had no leads. The reason was simple. Zhao Wuyan had explained to me that the face of the corpse had been smashed so badly by the murderer that it was impossible to restore it to its original appearance with current scientific methods. Moreover, all the items on the body that could identify the person had been taken away by the murderer. This further complicated the police investigation.

"Hey, 'Jingming,' so many days have passed. How far have they gotten?" After watching him deep in thought for a while, I, leaning against the wall, finally spoke up.

"They're probably still focused on that body!" He pursed his lips. "As far as I know, with their investigative procedures, they definitely won't be able to solve this case." "Why?" "The killer disfigured the person's face and took everything from him to prevent anyone from knowing his true identity.

Besides, we already know that the woman was probably the killer's accomplice; she drove the car away after leaving us for the same reason. And for the police, identifying the 'body' is the first thing they need to do. If they can't, given their bureaucratic style, do you think they can handle it?" As he said this, he started twirling his long hair with his fingers again. "What makes me even more certain is that after investigating for so many days, they haven't even come to look for us, the two '…'" "Eyewitness." This means that besides the two of us and those few people involved, there was no one else near the back gate of the school that night.

Also, those incompetent security guards turned off the surveillance cameras at the front and back gates during the holiday. While this indirectly helped us avoid being exposed, it also made it easier for the murderer. "Hey, what bad luck, running into something that most people would never encounter in their entire lives." I looked up at him. "To be honest, the reason I've been arguing with my mom lately is because of what happened that day. I'm annoyed,

and I have nowhere to vent. You know, besides learning martial arts from you, the only thing I can do is argue with my closest person, my mother." "Hmm? You argued with your mom again?" He couldn't help but ask curiously. Actually, after my relationship with Zhao Wuyan improved, I would sometimes tell him about my mom. Of course, I didn't tell him a single thing about the embarrassing thing I did in high school, like stalking my mom.

After hearing his question, I sighed and told him what happened at the Western restaurant that night.

"Haha, that Professor Lü is really something! But I think there will always be problems between mothers and sons. No family is always smooth sailing." Just as he said this, he suddenly changed the subject, "How's your research on Freud's books going?" "Oh, that one! I went to the library a few days ago to ask. Someone borrowed 'The Interpretation of Dreams' and hasn't returned it yet!" I replied, scratching my head.

"Then let's go to the bookstore to buy it tomorrow." He smoothed his long hair. "You know what? 'Old Ghost.' The night after the incident, I also had a dream. And just like you, I dreamed about the murderer whose face I couldn't see! So, I really want to study that book, 'The Interpretation of Dreams,' now." "No, really! You dreamed about it too?" I was a little surprised, and my voice trembled slightly.

He slowly finished fixing his long hair, then lay down, continuing, "Surprised? Actually, I couldn't believe it at first either. That cruel murderer who smashed someone to death actually came into my dream and warned me not to meddle! It's just like those fantasy/supernatural movies.

You guys nicknamed me 'Clear-eyed'? Well, this fake 'Onmyoji' will reluctantly do his job and capture this guy who travels through our minds but commits murder in the real world!" "I'll definitely help you, let's work together!" For some reason, his words stirred my emotions. My words also revealed a resolute courage.

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2"—"———————2521235""2—233537"233333" "This line from the famous Hong Kong film *Infernal Affairs" is perfectly applicable to Zhao Wuyan and me now. Especially"." "Ever since Zhao Wuyan brought up that horrific incident I don't want to relive, I've been having nightmares again, just like that night.

The nightmares are both illusory and real. In the dream, the murderer, whose face I can't see but whose eyes are terrifying, has committed another crime: the woman whom Zhao Wuyan and I both believed to be an accomplice that day, was murdered in a rented room in an old-fashioned apartment building. I can even see her struggling, her neck being choked, as clearly as if watching a movie in the dream.

I desperately wanted to rush into my dream to save her, but it was just a dream. So, I could only watch helplessly as the woman died, her face contorted with terror, confusion, and bewilderment. The murderer, after killing her, turned and grinned menacingly at me. Then, he turned back again to dispose of the woman's body—of course, I quickly told Zhao Wuyan about it after waking up. To my surprise, he merely nodded slightly, indicating he understood. He was now focused solely on studying the book he'd bought from the bookstore, *The Interpretation of Dreams*.

"Hey! What's the progress? Tell me!" On the third day after buying the book, at noon, I finally couldn't contain my anxiety and questions. I shouted at him, who was still engrossed in his book, oblivious to everything else.

A long while later, he finally closed the book. Then, rubbing his temples, he slowly recited: "The secret carriage is hard to discern, the dream master is also an illusion. Without verifying Zhou's identity as a butterfly, how can we know if a person is a fish?" "Hmm, isn't this Xiao Gang's 'Ten Empty, Six Poems

Like a Dream' from the Northern and Southern Dynasties? Why are you talking about this?" I asked after hearing this, having some knowledge of poetry.

"Oh, just a casual remark." He put down his hand and said, "The second chapter of this book explains in detail the methods of dream interpretation. I compared the dreams you and I had one by one, but unfortunately, there are no answers." After hearing this, I deflated like a punctured balloon and sat down on the stool under my bed. "Do you think that woman might really have been silenced like in my dream?" He nodded, then shook his head. "It's hard to say now, hehe, things are getting more and more interesting." Just as we were silent, my phone rang. 04-10
(Chapter 5)

Afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. In the living room on the first floor of Lu Guoqiang's house in the northeast of Dongzhou City.

"Oh, Jun! It's been months! I've missed you so much! Hey, you've lost weight lately!" A short, stocky man, about my age, patted my shoulder excitedly.

Last night, I received a call from my mother. She told me that my good friend, Liu Haijian, was coming to Dongzhou today. So, for now, I had to put aside my many doubts about that terrible thing and come to her and Lü Guoqiang's house to meet my childhood friend.

"Hehe, you're always so chubby! But you seem to have a lot more energy!" I said, gently punching his chest. Then we sat down on the sofa in the living room. At this moment, my mother, dressed casually, came out of the kitchen. She was carrying two bottles of cold drinks and handed them to us as we chatted on the sofa.

"Thank you, Auntie!" he said politely after taking the drinks. My mother glanced at him gently and asked, "Haijian, how have your parents been lately?" "They're fine, they're fine," he replied.

"Mom, where's Uncle?" Because of the unpleasantness we'd had a few days ago, I felt guilty and spoke much more politely.

"Oh! You child," my mother sighed, shaking her head, then continued, "He went to a university in Beijing for an exchange program on behalf of the school the day before yesterday." After saying this, she looked at me again, "Xiaojun, don't make things difficult for me in the future. Do you know how disappointed I was by your behavior that day? I've been so angry these past two days! If it weren't for Haijian coming today—"

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'll never make you angry again," I apologized to her with utmost sincerity. Haijian, though unaware of what had happened between us, comforted my mother, "Yes, Auntie. Ajun wouldn't have done it on purpose. Please forgive him!" With my ingratiating words and Haijian's smoothing things over, my mother finally forgave me. Afterwards, she went back into the kitchen to prepare dinner for us. We continued chatting while watching TV.

During our conversation, he told me about some recent events in the county: Chen Kai, who had caused deep harm to me and my mother, had returned to the county. It was said that he was arrested by the local police and then deported back to China by the immigration bureau because of his involvement in a local Chinese gang in the country where he studied.

This matter had become the talk of the county, so even he, a student, knew about it. However, with his father, who was the county party secretary, Chen Kai, who had returned to China in disgrace, was still living a life of luxury and ease in the county.

"Sigh! You know, he's just a high-ranking official, isn't he? My dad said that after returning to China, he was able to work in the finance bureau and study at the county party school! What use are these spoiled brats to the Party! Could we ordinary people do that?" He sighed as he spoke, his face full of indignation.

I reached into my pocket, touched the cigarette pack, then hesitated and pulled my hand back out. A self-deprecating grin spread across my face. "So what if it works? So what if it doesn't? Haven't you heard that rhyme? 'Ability doesn't matter, as long as you have enough money, you're good to go. As soon as the money's in, you're promoted and get a raise. You

have to be good at putting on a show, talking without doing is reliable. Shout slogans loudly, flatter well, and your rank will climb high. Laws and regulations are like air, not worth a fart from the boss! The government office faces south, but if you have no money or power, don't even bother coming in. People can petition all they want, they'll just arrest you. There are always consequences to petitioning, all of this is true. Your child can't apply to universities, you can get detained for posting online! The boss has a big mouth, you have a small mouth, he..." They do whatever they want, even when they're wrong, they'll still find a way to justify themselves, and they decide right and wrong.

If the media exposes this, every official will be blameless! It's all because of a lack of understanding of the truth; the people are the ones who are truly at fault! As long as they can get promoted, conscience and humanity will be put aside; if the leader's preferences are ingrained in their hearts, promotion and wealth are no problem! Parents can be abandoned, wives and children can be sacrificed! These are all deep-seated problems in our country's officialdom accumulated over hundreds of years, which the Communist Party-led government has simply developed and amplified in new forms. It's important to understand that inertia is enormous. Newton's law of inertia applies not only to physics but also to political science.

Moreover, in ancient China, people were divided into four classes: scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants. Even today, this concept remains firmly ingrained in the minds of the vast majority of our citizens. Who are scholars in modern times? Aren't they government officials at all levels? What's so great about their "sons" and "daughters" making mistakes or causing trouble? Don't forget the Communist Party's slogan, "Punish past mistakes to prevent future ones, cure the disease to save the patient." For them, mistakes can be corrected; as long as they correct them, aren't they good comrades? Hahaha—" Seeing my laughter, he couldn't help but sigh, "You real college students really know how to make profound statements!"

"Profound my foot!" I scoffed disdainfully. Then, picking up a cold drink, taking a sip to moisten his throat, he continued, "Those who live clearly and see things clearly can understand these things. Besides, what I just said wasn't my original idea. To put it bluntly, I'm just an ordinary person struggling in this mortal world, a drop in the ocean. I'm not much better than you—"

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... Deep down, I felt ashamed of my poor alcohol tolerance. In a daze, I felt myself moving against Hai Jian's broad back. Then, it felt like I was getting into my mother's Polo. The car started moving slowly. Multicolored, strangely shaped lights shone on my leaning body and face, making my eyes see stars. "Kid, if you're so capable, don't always kill people in your dreams," I muttered to myself, hoping it would ease my inner turmoil—I don't know how much time passed, but as I gradually sobered up, I found myself lying on a completely unfamiliar bed. Opening my eyes and looking around, I realized I was in a hotel room. Suddenly, I saw two people rolling around on the opposite bed. Instantly, my head, which had been throbbing with pain, cleared up. The bedside lamp was on, but dimly lit, emitting only a faint yellow light. My mother, with her voluptuous figure and beautiful face, was embracing a short, stout man, both completely naked. "Haijian! They—" My eyes widened for a moment, then quickly shrank back, continuing to peer. The two were passionately kissing, their lips locked together, their tongues intertwined, trying their best to keep quiet. Even so, they didn't realize I was awake. My mother's hair, which had been styled in a bun at dinner, was now loose, spilling onto the pillow, looking quite alluring. She held Haijian's head in her hands, pulling her tongues away from their kiss. She whispered, "Don't be so loud, you might wake him." Then she glanced in my direction. But the light was too dim; she couldn't see my eyes, slightly open, fixed intently on her. Haijian pressed himself against my mother, stroking her still round and full breasts as he whispered, "Auntie, I've missed you so much. It's been months since we last met, you have to make it up to me." He then took her right breast into his mouth, sucking on the papaya-like nipple. He sucked intently, his tongue circling my mother's nipple, once on the left, then the other way around, starting on the right. After alternating like this for over ten circles, my mother became aroused. She used her slender fingers to circle his nipples, just like Haijian had, and gently scraped them. At my mother's teasing, Haijian shifted his body, turning to suckle my mother's left breast, while also pulling her hand to grasp his erect penis. At this moment, my mother extended her slender fingers, gently stroking the glans with the tips of her fingers, while her other hand caressed his buttocks. After a period of gentle caressing, my mother's thumb stopped at his urethral opening. She pressed lightly on the opening with her thumb, while her other fingers rhythmically stroked the penis. Haijian clearly enjoyed this move. He had been sucking on my mother's lips, exhaled, then inhaled deeply before biting down hard on her dark purple nipple. My mother groaned in pain, her grip tightening as she squeezed his buttocks. She murmured, "Gently, are you trying to bite my breast off?" "No, I'm sorry, Auntie, it feels so good, I can't take it anymore," Haijian whispered, leaning close to my mother's ear and licking her earlobe while gently caressing her buttocks. My mother ignored him and looked at me again. I didn't dare move, pretending to make soft snoring noises. When she turned her face away again, Haijian was already pressed against her snow-white, full body. "Sigh! I really don't know what sins I committed in my past life. Okay, hurry up, I'll go home after this. You and Xiaojun can go play tomorrow!" My mother urged him softly, gently touching his forehead. "Here I come." He said, mounting her and thrusting his penis hard into my mother's already wet honey hole. After he entered, my mother let out a long sigh, but Haijian brought his mouth to my mother's lips and kissed her again, the two of them swaying their heads, yielding to each other. Haijian's heavy breathing and the soft moans coming from my mother's nose because her lips were blocked were clearly heard in the room. My mother's legs were spread open, wrapped around his waist, her feet on the inside of his thighs, her hands holding his back, letting him fuck her alluring hole from below. A few minutes later, their mouths parted slightly, and Haijian sucked out my mother's tongue, licking it vigorously. He placed one hand under her snow-white neck, gently lifting it slightly. Instantly, my mother's hair cascaded onto the pillow like a waterfall. While he was doing this, his lower body continued to thrust relentlessly, without diminishing the force. After about several hundred thrusts, his speed began to slow, but the depth of penetration increased. My mother seemed to be conquered by this method; her whole body began to heat up, and she desperately wanted his penis to penetrate even deeper. She spread her feet, which were originally on the inside of his thighs, and placed them on his buttocks, pressing down hard to try and make his penis penetrate even deeper into her honeypot. At this moment, he thrust even harder, his penis penetrating my mother's body quickly and deeply. My mother pushed his head away, tilting her head back. Not daring to scream, she covered her head with her hands, clutching her hair. Finally, she ran her right fingers through Haijian's short, buzz-cut hair, while her left arm encircled his neck, passionately kissing his eyes, mouth, nose, and face. After he had thrust into her over a hundred times, she finally collapsed onto the bed, motionless. He, too, released all his semen into her vagina after my mother's orgasm. The two embraced, savoring the afterglow of their climax. After a long while, my mother gently pushed him away, carefully got out of bed, and began to dress. Hai Jian leaned against the headboard, watching my mother's movements, and whispered, "Auntie, are you really not coming with me and Xiao Jun tomorrow?" "Qiang is flying back tomorrow afternoon." My mother, having already fastened the clasp of her bright yellow bra, was bending over and putting on her dark blue knee-length skirt, continuing softly, "Tomorrow is really inconvenient. Just bear with it, we'll have a good time next time I call you over." "Okay, fine." He leaned closer, pulling my mother, who was zipping up her skirt, into his arms, rubbing his chin against her cheek. He said, "It's all my fault, I should have come yesterday." "Alright, alright." Unable to put on her clothes, my mother let him fiddle with her for a while before letting him loosen his grip, then began putting on a short-sleeved shirt the same color as her bra. After finishing, she dusted off her clothes, smoothed her hair, and said to him, "Remember, don't call or text me tomorrow. I'll call you when I have the chance."

After lingering on the bedside for a while longer, my mother gracefully turned and quietly left the room. Haijian lay back down on the bed and turned off the lamp. He mumbled almost inaudibly, "Auntie, oh Auntie, I really love you—" As time slowly passed, deep snoring began to rise from the bed next to me. I, however, was wide awake. "Childhood, oh childhood! Gone forever!" After a while, this thought welled up in

my heart. Then, I quietly turned over and closed my eyes again. But at the same time, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips—

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Tragically, I wanted to escape the nightmare, but it always struck unexpectedly. However, this time it was different from the previous two nightmares. Because the killer who murdered two people in my dream, with cold eyes and a chaotic face, didn't continue killing this time. Instead, he communicated with me, which surprised me even more.

The scene in the dream was familiar; I was facing that person, about ten meters apart, standing in the rented room of the old apartment building where the woman in my last dream died. In the air inside, a faint, almost surreal, smell of blood still lingered.

"Hehehe, kid. First time talking to me, huh?" After an unsettling laugh, the killer's deep voice asked me a question.

"You, who are you? Are you human or a ghost?" I asked in a trembling voice, my heart filled with panic, fearing that the killer would kill me in the dream.

"Hehehe, kid." The deep voice remained unchanged. "Does it matter if you're human or ghost? Are you sure you're in the human world or hell?" I was stunned. Could a ghost really ask such a profound question? At the same time, my fear lessened considerably. Then, I mustered my courage and asked, "Was that woman your accomplice? Did you really kill her? And why did you kill that man that day? Who was he?" "Hypocrite! Hehehe—" Faced with my barrage of questions, the killer still refused to answer, only laughing wildly.

Seeing that it didn't try to harm me, I relaxed and asked again, "Then can you tell me why you always like to appear in my dreams?" "You'll understand in time." The killer's answer was short and simple.

But I wasn't satisfied anymore. At that moment, I seemed to forget the killer's cruelty and defiantly said to him, "Don't be so smug. My friend said he'll catch you! I'll help him too!" "Hehehe, then I'll be waiting for you two. Oh, and please remind your friend: I'll kill him in the end!" The cold, emotionless voice entered my ears again. It made me shudder immediately, and my legs trembled. In my terrified eyes, all that remained was the killer's gradually disappearing figure.

"I've met you today, kid. You're an interesting person. I'll come and chat with you often in the future.

Hehehe, and let me tell you: that woman is dead. As for the body, you'll never find it." These were the killer's last words before he completely disappeared, words that terrified me.

(Chapter Six)

After a long night, the morning light finally revealed its bright smile, shining over Dongzhou City. The people living in this city gradually awoke from their slumber and began a new day. At this moment, I had finished my morning exercise, eaten breakfast, and was walking back to the hotel where I had stayed the previous night, carrying the breakfast I had bought.

Ever since I started learning martial arts from Zhao Wuyan, exercising every morning, rain or shine, has become a must. I start with a three-to-five-kilometer jog, then stretch my legs and do warm-up exercises before beginning my formal training: ten sets of side-to-side punches, one hundred reps per set; ten sets of side-to-side roundhouse kicks, one hundred reps per set; five sets of side-to-side elbow strikes, one hundred reps per set; five sets of left and right knee raises, one hundred reps per set; and five sets of frontal instep kicks, one hundred reps per set.

Of course, these are just basic martial arts moves. However, Zhao Wuyan also told me that if you don't master the basic moves, your progress when you actually start learning martial arts won't be significant. Moreover, when you're fighting for your life, the chances of making a mistake, being defeated, or even dying will greatly increase. His reminders have taken me very seriously. At the same time, what happened that day also served as a reminder that the world is not as peaceful as it seems.

I've gradually gotten used to this intensity of morning exercise. Besides, if I were at school, Zhao Wuyan would make me wear a 25-kilogram weighted vest he brought to school every morning for training. So this morning, without wearing that thing, I completed my morning exercise quite easily.

Although my body felt relaxed, the memory of seeing the murderer again in my dream last night still weighed heavily on my mind.

A clear dream has one advantage: it allows me to observe the murderer closely. Although the face was unclear, I still had a vague feeling that I definitely knew that person. As for why he keeps appearing in my dreams, could it really be a supernatural event?

"That woman is dead, her body, an apartment building. Hmm—" Muttering to myself, I quickly returned to the hotel. Taking the elevator upstairs, I reached my room and took a deep breath to calm my chaotic thoughts. Then, I rang the doorbell.

Not long after, a sleepy-eyed Haijian opened the door. Seeing me drenched in sweat, he couldn't help but ask, "I didn't see you when you woke up. Did you go for a morning run?" "Yes, what time did you wake up?" I said, placing breakfast on the desk before going into the bathroom to shower. After

quickly washing up, I returned to the bedroom, where he had almost finished his breakfast. Seeing this, I took out a cigarette, sat on the edge of the bed, and casually lit it. At the same time, I continued to ask the questions he hadn't answered earlier. He replied, "Oh, probably around six o'clock." Then he asked again,

"What time did you go out?" "I went for a run at 5:30," I answered casually, my eyes glancing at the rising smoke. After a while, I stubbed out the cigarette, smiled, and asked again, "Where are we going today?" "Anything is fine! You decide. But you'll come with me to the bus station later." With that, he went into the bathroom to wash up.

"What, going back already? Don't you want to enjoy a few more days? I remember you stayed here for four or five days back in April." I stood up and asked, walking to the bathroom door.

"Yeah, I'm planning to buy a ticket for the last bus this afternoon. I mainly came to see you and Auntie; I've missed you both so much after not seeing you for months. Last time the weather wasn't hot, so I stayed a few more days. It's too hot in big cities this month; my physique definitely can't handle going out. I think I'll pass." He explained, then picked up his toothbrush and put it in his mouth.

I leaned against the bathroom door, a slight smile spreading across my face. "Alright then. But as your brother, I can't leave without showing some appreciation. How about this, I'll treat you to lunch first, then we'll go buy the ticket. Anyway, tickets back to the county are easy to buy these days, no need to rush." "No need, no need. I'll just find a fast food place." Because of the foam in his mouth, he spoke unclearly, and I only understood him after he finished brushing his teeth and repeated it.

"Hey," I shook my head, "It's been a long time since we got together. I got drunk quickly last night and didn't have enough fun. Let's have a proper drink at lunch." We exchanged some more polite words, and he finally agreed. Since it was still early, we chatted and smoked in the room. During our conversation, I asked about his recent situation. He told me that after the next semester, he would leave school to find an internship.

His parents had been asking around for places to inquire about. But the situation wasn't good; most government agencies and public institutions in the county were already fully staffed. Without strong connections, it was impossible to get in. Other factories and companies were also tightening their belts and laying off employees due to the deteriorating economic environment in recent years. Interns? Sorry, no thanks.

"Hey!" He sighed slightly, then continued, "There are still six months left. My dad said if things don't work out, I can go work at their factory, at their branch in Linan City for a while. Actually, I think that's the only option." "Remember what I told you before I came to university?" I tossed him another cigarette. He lit it with his own lighter and asked with a puzzled look, "What?"

"Didn't you want to open a teahouse?" I said casually, legs crossed. "If you can't find an internship, just open a teahouse. I promised you I'd contribute some money if you didn't have enough, like an investment." He thought for a moment before realizing, "Oh! I haven't thought about that in ages. I almost forgot.

Hmm, we'll see!" At noon, I found a decent restaurant near the bus station. After ordering food and drinks, we continued chatting. But he didn't seem very happy, always holding his phone, as if waiting for someone to text him. Seeing this, I stopped talking and waited until all the dishes were served before inviting him to start eating.

"How's Shanshan?" I suddenly asked him about Zhuge Shanshan halfway through the meal. He scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "I don't really know. You know, even though I've hung out with her a few times with you, I'm not very familiar with her. We don't keep in touch at all. I just know that she seems to have gone to work as a tour guide at some Qingxing Travel Agency." "It's Hua Qingxing, not Qingxing," I corrected him.

"You know that, why are you asking?" he asked, puzzled.

I tilted my head back and downed the ice-cold beer in my glass in one gulp. I smacked my lips and shook my head slightly. "I do know she works there. I just want to know if she has a new boyfriend yet?" "I don't know. She's so pretty, she must have a lot of men chasing after her, right?" he said, rubbing his nose.

"Never mind," I said, refilling my glass. I changed the subject, saying, "You know, Ji Xiaomei is in Dongzhou. I ran into her at a bar last month; she's working as a hostess there now." "Oh? Really?" His expression became very curious. "How did she end up doing that?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't go to that bar often; I just happened to run into her that day."

After saying that, I took a sip of my drink and continued casually, "Isn't it strange? I don't know what those women are thinking these days. They're always talking about gender equality, independence, freedom, and all that. But look at what they do—they don't respect themselves at all. The young ones sell their bodies, and the older ones can't stand being alone. Sigh!" As I said this, I glanced at him casually. Sure enough, his face turned bright red as soon as he heard me. He lowered his head, not daring to look me in the eye.

Seeing this, I changed the subject. After a few more words, he slowly returned to normal. The two chatted back and forth, but neither crossed any lines. Because we both knew that some things, if laid bare, would make things very awkward for each other—

After lunch, I saw him off and went back to school. When I got to my dorm, I found Zhao Wuyan wasn't there. After showering, I sat on a chair under my bed, lost in thought. My mind kept replaying the lewd scene I'd witnessed last night, then the conversation between the murderer and me. Unconsciously, my thoughts began to drift, becoming chaotic. A dream seemed to be coming again— *

...

The killer, whose face I couldn't see but whose eyes were chillingly cold, stood on one side of the room, holding a small bag of tinfoil. He stared at the woman in front of him, tightly bound to a folding chair, her face pale and her clothes tattered, and questioned her. The

woman shook her head incessantly, her mouth gagged with a towel emitting muffled screams. Her body swayed, causing the folding chair to creak and groan. Clearly, she was terrified.

Seeing her like this, the killer smiled eerily. Then he bent down, placed his hand on her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Do as I say, and you'll not only save your life but also get a large sum of money, enough for you to squander for years. If you don't, today will be your last day on earth. I think you know the choice, right?"

The woman was terrified, her head bowed, trembling violently, unable to look him in the eye. The killer hooked her chin with his finger and continued, "In another ten minutes or so, your craving will kick in, won't it? Think about how it feels, doesn't it? Promise me, and I'll let you use it. How about it?" Hearing this, she trembled even more violently, her eyes filled with fear and despair. Her already pale face now turned ashen.

Seemingly under the killer's psychological suggestion, the woman's fearful and desperate gaze soon began to change. It became longing and mournful. Her mouth opened wide, desperately trying to break free from the towel binding her. Her body twisted and turned, her hair flying wildly. It was clear at a glance that she was craving drugs.

The killer was satisfied with this effect and then waved the foil packet in front of the woman. Seeing it, she became even more agitated. Her facial muscles spasmed, her head thrusting forward desperately, like a female dog in heat, hoping to swallow the packet whole. The veins in her neck bulged, and the rope binding her left bloody marks.

"Don't rush. Come on, promise me, and you'll soon taste this blissful feeling." The killer's voice was ethereal, the foil packet in his hand swaying, drawing the woman's desperately longing gaze. Slowly, slowly, the killer gently removed the towel from her mouth.

The woman, her face contorted in extreme pain, suddenly cried out, "Please—save me—or else—you—you suck me—let go—let me go—I want to suck—I want—please—give me—give me a little—just a little, okay—just a little!" As she pleaded, tears streamed down her face, her lips twitching slightly, frothing at the corners. Looking at her, the murderer clicked his tongue with a feigned regret and said, "Look at you, such a beautiful woman, how come you beg like an ordinary person! Fine, nod your head and agree to my request, and this package is yours."

The woman, now completely oblivious, was consumed by her drug addiction. She nodded rapidly, repeatedly agreeing to the murderer's demands. Seeing this, the murderer untied her and threw the foil package and a small straw on the ground. The woman, like a starving dog, pounced on it. She opened the package, picked up the straw, and greedily inhaled the small amount of white powder from the foil.

"Poor thing, so pitiful!" the murderer said, standing beside her with the same pity one would show a wealthy person giving alms to a beggar on the street. A short while later, the woman finished inhaling the powder. She rolled over, lying on her back, her eyes slightly closed, as if enjoying a fine delicacy. The killer's gaze lingered on her body. Just moments before, she had been disheveled, but after using drugs, her complexion had returned. She once again radiated feminine charm.

Suddenly, the killer went to another room, emerging with a condom. "Alright, you've had your fun. Now it's my turn. Will you take it off yourself, or should I?" he said, making lewd gestures. Then, the killer deftly pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect penis. He put on the condom and stood there

, erect, facing the woman still lying on the floor. The woman opened her eyes and met the killer's gaze. Neither spoke. The killer stared silently at her, his gaze burning as it swept over her tattered, pale body, like a king looking down at his concubine, his eyes filled with the desire to conquer and possess. Soon, both of their breathing became rapid.

The woman, in particular, slowly sat up from the ground, her eyes glazed but with a hint of lust as she approached the murderer's manhood. Her half-exposed breasts rose and fell noticeably, and she began to reach out and carefully caress them—

What followed seemed to unfold naturally. When the murderer stripped the woman of her last remaining clothes and embraced her naked body, she offered no resistance whatsoever. Her lips were then sealed tightly with a hot tongue, which swirled inside her mouth. Simultaneously, her breasts were gripped tightly by two hands. The woman almost immediately began to respond passionately, not only returning his kisses but also caressing his bare thighs.

The two naked bodies entangled on the floor. The murderer kissed the woman wildly, licking every inch of her skin. When he bit down on one of her erect nipples, the woman let out a passionate moan, arching her back. With each suckle on her nipple, her body trembled, pleasure building within her, and an uncontrollable torrent of vaginal fluid gushed forth, soaking a large area of the floor.

Suddenly, the murderer bent down and began licking the woman's vulva with his tongue, his large mouth pressing against her labia, sucking wantonly. The woman trembled all over, her waist twisting from side to side, and she involuntarily moaned, "Ah—no—no!" But he pressed down hard on her legs, rendering her immobile, and continued kissing her genitals without a word. His tongue skillfully licked her sensitive clitoris, then plunged directly into her labia. The woman was overwhelmed by a surge of lust, the tingling, itchy pleasure constantly assaulting her, hot, lustful fluids gushing out almost uncontrollably. Soon, she reached a climax with a scream.

The intense orgasm left her breathless, her body limp and powerless. But the murderer didn't let her go; he picked her up and made her wrap her legs around his waist. Before her breathing had fully calmed, the thick, swollen penis thrust inside her. A feeling of fullness surged through her entire body, and she let out a frantic cry, her vagina clenching tightly around it.

"Haha, you slut. You like being fucked by men, don't you? How does it feel? How does my 'little dick' feel—" The murderer panted heavily, his entire penis plunging into the woman's body. Each thrust of his large glans slammed into her cervix, bringing her wave after wave of intense pleasure. Her delicate body trembled violently from the impact, her bare breasts heaving wildly.

Inside the room, the lewd smells of their intercourse mingled with a faint, almost imperceptible, pungent odor of blood. These, combined with their heavy breathing and moans, created a symphony capable of corrupting one's spirit. My soul seemed to take flight under its chanting, as if I were floating in the clouds, rising higher and higher—

"Drip, drip." Large beads of sweat streamed down my forehead, splashing onto the table under my bed. Now, waking from the dream again, I was drenched in sweat. Even the cigarette between my fingers was soaked. I was dazed and indignant. I couldn't understand why this endless nightmare kept haunting me. At the same time, I was terrified. The killer, like a ghost, appeared repeatedly in my dreams without restraint, even speaking to me. Who was he?

(Chapter Seven)

In late August, the new freshmen arrived at the school one after another. Since Zhao Wuyan and I lived on campus, we were naturally assigned by the counselor to welcome the new students in our department. We helped them move their luggage, complete the registration procedures, and collect their daily necessities. The tasks were varied, numerous, and complex. But we still diligently helped those energetic juniors who were full of curiosity and anticipation for the university where they would study and live for four years.

Zhao Wuyan had been behaving differently lately. Ever since I told him about dreaming about the murderer again, he, who usually didn't like to wander around, started occasionally dragging me out with him. However, he didn't like going to crowded places, but instead specifically sought out areas with complex crowds on the outskirts of the city. In his opinion, the apartment building I described was definitely not in the city center, but rather more likely in these areas. I wholeheartedly agreed with his judgment. So these days, every night, we would search around.

After a few days, we first ruled out the eastern and northern areas of the city. Due to the large-scale development in recent years, many places that were once considered suburbs have become "something" economic development zones or "something" new districts. In addition, it was very close to the residential area of the municipal party committee and government, where Lü Guoqiang lived, and the police patrolled there very frequently. From any perspective, it was unlikely that the murderer was hiding there.

So, we shifted our focus to the south and west of the city. The south, in particular, had a large number of buildings constructed ten or even twenty years ago in its outskirts. Almost all of Dongzhou's poorest residents and migrant workers lived there. The population was highly mobile and diverse. In our view, this was the easiest place to hide.

Although the scenes of my later nightmares were all in those old apartment buildings, searching building by building in the south was like looking for a needle in a haystack. So, after three days, we had no choice but to end this almost futile search.

"I'm exhausted, so exhausted!" I cried out as soon as I got back to the dorm, lying on my bed. In contrast, Zhao Wuyan sat calmly in his chair, deep in thought. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a "click-clack" sound.

After a while, I sat up in bed. My eyes were fixed on him as he continued banging on the table. "What do you think that guy is up to?" I asked. "I don't know," he replied, stopping his banging. "Those dreams you had seem connected at first glance, but I just can't figure out the key link." "Hmm, I think we should put this on hold for now. Didn't you tell me the police haven't even come after us? That means even they're clueless, let alone us. Besides, I'm sure that guy won't just stay quiet. Let's just wait and see what he pulls. What do you think?" I said, taking off my sweat-soaked clothes.

He nodded and replied, "That's the only way." Then he took a book from his bookshelf and started reading.

I went into the bathroom, threw my clothes into the basin, and began to shower. While washing, he spoke to someone outside:

"'Wasp' and 'Scholar' will be back in two days. How about we go to a bar and relax when they get there?" "Hmm." After a long pause, Zhao Wuyan lazily replied, which was taken as an agreement. It seemed he was immersed in the world of books again. I shook my head after getting a response and continued washing—

The next afternoon, I took some time to go to the school's logistics department. That morning, while I was taking the new freshmen to their dorms, I received a call from my mother. She told me that Richard, the teacher Lu Guoqiang had contacted for me, had returned to school a few days ago after his vacation. Moreover, this foreign teacher had also spoken with Lu Guoqiang and my mother, and arranged to meet me that afternoon.

"Eating Chinese food, talking foreign nonsense. What a bastard!" I muttered to myself as I walked towards the logistics department. This Richard was British and had been in China for six years. Lu Guoqiang said that he came to this distant and mysterious Eastern country right after graduating from university because he loved Chinese culture very much. He initially studied Chinese at Peking University in the capital for two years, then four years ago went south to Dongzhou and began teaching at the School of Foreign Languages at Tunghai University.

I never attended his classes, but Lü Guoqiang greatly admired and appreciated him. They had a good relationship and occasionally discussed the differences between Eastern and Western art systems. So when Lü Guoqiang learned that my mother wanted me to study abroad in the future, he immediately thought of Richard. Richard didn't object after receiving my request, saying he would come to see me after the holidays when he returned to China. Now that he was here, I had no choice but to go see this British foreign teacher.

A dozen minutes later, I arrived at the lobby of the office building where the logistics department was located. Due to welcoming the freshmen, everyone in the logistics department was working these days. Even my mother, who usually had little to do, was there. I hadn't seen Haijian for many days since he returned to the county town.

Although we were both busy at school these days, it would still be easy to see each other if we wanted. But I just didn't want to see her; if it weren't for meeting the foreign teacher today, I probably wouldn't have come here. The reason? Hehe, it's very simple—it's a matter of course.

I passed through the lobby and went up the stairs to the second floor of her office. When I reached the door, I peered through the open outer door and saw her and Lü Guoqiang chatting with Richard, who was sitting on the guest sofa. This Englishman had blond, curly hair typical of Westerners, reaching his ears and cheeks. His facial features were quite strong, with a broad forehead, prominent cheekbones, a high, straight nose, and moderately sized lips; coupled with thick eyebrows, deep blue eyes, impeccable attire, a slightly warm smile, and very cheerful and generous speech, all of this made me have to admit the Englishman's extraordinary appearance and unique Western temperament.

Soon, Lü Guoqiang, who had already spotted me, called me in. He seemed completely unperturbed by my rudeness at the Western restaurant last time, and instead smiled as he led me to Richard. "Karl, this is the young man you will be teaching, He Jun. He is also my wife's son." I greeted him politely in English.

"Hello, He Jun. Oh! Relax, this isn't a lesson. You can speak to me in Chinese." He stood up from the sofa, patting my shoulder affectionately as he spoke in his fluent Chinese.

"Your Chinese is really good," I exclaimed sincerely, switching back to Chinese.

"Really? Thank you for the compliment!" He, who was about half a head taller than me and estimated to be around 1.9 meters, extended his hand after saying this. "

Karl,

Richard. You can call me Richard or Karl.

From now on, I will officially be your tutor." I shook his hand in return, saying, "Please guide me!" At this moment, my mother, who had been standing nearby, came to Richard and me, smiling gently and saying, "Mr. Richard, thank you for your help."

"Oh! Beautiful and noble Mrs. Lü. You're too kind. It's my honor to teach the child of such a mature and elegant mother!" He said, placing his right hand on his chest and bowing slightly to my mother. "Uh, this—" My mother was caught off guard by his affected behavior and tone, and her beautiful face flushed slightly.

"Karl, stop teasing my wife. Come to my house for dinner tonight! And see my new book, okay?" Just at this slightly awkward moment, Lü Guoqiang spoke up to break the ice. My mother, taking advantage of the situation, invited Richard after calming down. He happily agreed to come.

The three of them, plus me, sat together and chatted for a while. Then Lü Guoqiang received a call from his department and took his leave first. A few minutes later, several of my mother's colleagues returned to the office. So my mother and I accompanied Richard and saw him out of the office building. Before leaving, he took my mother's slender hand, bowed and kissed it lightly, and said with a smile, "Madam, I look forward to tonight's dinner. I hope it will be a wonderful evening for all of us." After saying that, he looked at me and said, "See you tonight." "See you tonight," I nodded in response.

My mother and I watched him leave. After she walked away, my mother spoke, "I've never met a foreigner before. It's quite interesting to see one now." "Interesting?" I pondered my mother's words, glancing at her cautiously. A blush still lingered on her pretty face, perfectly complementing the bright sunlight.

After a while, my mother went upstairs to ask for leave from the logistics department leader, then drove me away from the school. We went to the supermarket first, bought ingredients for dinner and some snacks I liked, before returning to Lü Guoqiang's villa.

To be honest, I felt a little awkward seeing my mother now. A generation gap? Not entirely. Perhaps it was the two completely different images she presented to me and behind my back that had been deeply influencing my feelings. She was probably, no, definitely, considerate of my feelings.

Coupled with her inherently kind nature, since I started university, especially after she married Lü Guoqiang, she has always been very accommodating to me. As long as I didn't do anything illegal, she would give me whatever money I asked for. Sometimes, when I disobey her, like at the Western restaurant, she's only angry for a moment, and after a few kind words, there's no punishment. But that's not what I really want. The more she treats me like this, the more uncomfortable I feel. And so, the barrier between mother and son grows ever thicker. In my eyes, the concept of her as a mother has slowly faded. An ATM? Or something else—night, villa courtyard, under the trellis. A

gentle autumn breeze blows, the moonlight is hazy, obscured by wispy clouds. But this doesn't affect our gathering here, enjoying tea and conversation. The sumptuous family dinner, the pleasant atmosphere, has ended, and Richard has finished admiring Lü Guoqiang's new paintings. At this moment, my son, Lü Guoqiang, and I are listening to him recount some recent events in England. The news included stories of a farcical prime ministerial election, a prodigy with scholarly genius disorder who learned Icelandic—the world's most difficult language—in just one week, and the "salt reduction" campaign for health protection.

After saying this, Lü Guoqiang gestured to Richard and went inside to work on his writing. My mother, dressed in a light-colored loungewear jacket, began asking him about studying in the UK. She mentioned school selection, costs, and subjects, among other things. He patiently answered each question.

"Don't worry, Madam. If He Jun wants to go, as long as he passes the IELTS, I'm happy to assist with everything else," Richard assured my mother with a smile, sitting on the stone bench.

"Thank you so much!" My mother, equally smiling, nodded to him, then turned to me, who was drinking tea. "Xiao Jun, did you hear that? Study English diligently with your teacher from now on." "Yes, sir," I replied, while secretly observing Richard. A fleeting, strange glint could be seen in his eyes as he looked at my mother. Clearly, he was captivated by her stunning beauty and graceful figure.

"Hmph, a good show? Or—" A strange, unfathomable emotion stirred within me once more, and I grinned slightly, my eyebrows twitching.

Around 10:30, Richard, who had been chatting happily with my mother, got up to leave. My mother, my son, and I, along with Lü Guoqiang who came out of the villa, saw him off. Only after his Ford disappeared at the entrance of the villa area did I say to my mother, "Mom, I'm going home too. Give me the car keys, I'm driving." "It's so late, why don't you sleep here?" Lü Guoqiang suggested before my mother could speak.

I shook my head and held out my hand to my mother. She looked at me, then at Lü Guoqiang, pursed her lips, and went into the villa. A short while later, she came out again and handed me the car keys. And gently reminded me, "Drive slowly at night."

"Okay. You guys rest then!" After saying that, I opened the car door and started the engine. The car started quickly and slowly drove away from the villa. Although I had obtained my driver's license, this was one of the few times I had driven alone. So, adhering to the principle of safety first, I drove extremely carefully. The speed was neither fast nor slow, just around fifty or sixty miles per hour.

"The sea laughs, the tides surge on both banks, floating and sinking with the waves, only remembering today; the heavens laugh, the world's tides surge, who wins and who loses, only heaven knows; the rivers and mountains laugh, the misty rain is far away, the waves wash away how much of the mundane world's affairs; the breeze laughs, yet it stirs up loneliness, only the evening glow remains of heroic sentiments—" The car radio I had turned on was playing "A Laughter in the Sea," written and composed by James Wong.

I listened to it as I drove, and hummed along softly. I hadn't heard this song in a long time, and hearing it suddenly calmed my mind and spirit. The music is grand and majestic, profound and insightful, like a group of learned scholars in white robes, having seen the world's vicissitudes, sailing on a vast river. At dusk, the music lingers, a laugh echoing across the waves, leaving behind all worldly concerns, serene and carefree.

After listening, my heart was at peace, the melancholy and frustration I felt upon leaving the villa gone. Yes, as I've said before, in this realistic society, with its complex interpersonal relationships, everyone wears an invisible mask. Some use it to protect themselves, while others use it to hurt others.

No one can remain pure, honest, and reliable forever. We are all struggling in this world; who can escape it? Only those who have experienced success and failure, the ups and downs, the bittersweet taste of life, can truly hear the ethereal quality in the song.

But I'm not that kind of refined person yet. At best, I'm a young man who, though only twenty years old, has become increasingly clear about what I want. Like most people, I have the desire and ambition for wealth and power.

A mediocre and comfortable life no longer appeals to me.

With money and power, I can play with all the beauties in the world. This sentence I once said to Zhao Wuyan is actually a true reflection of my inner self. It's just that he didn't believe it.

"Hehe." For some reason, I suddenly thought of Hai Jian and couldn't help but laugh. That guy is filled with fear about the future. But I won't, because I've already found the key to success. As long as—"Life is short, enjoy it while you can!" I murmured, gripping the steering wheel.

Not far away, the dazzling neon lights were like alluring midnight women, making me forget my troubles, worries, and that seemingly real yet illusory murderous demon for a moment. They were beckoning to me; how could I refuse?

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