Rape in the parking lot

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"Beep!" A silver Marc, its turn signal flashing, turned onto the ramp of the underground parking lot. Ouyang Yan'er was always a careful driver; before entering the residential parking lot, she would always lightly honk her horn to signal other vehicles preparing to exit. Working in the currently booming beauty and slimming company not only provided Ouyang Yan'er with a considerable salary but also gave her the knowledge and methods to maintain her enviable figure. Her stunning beauty, coupled with a shapely and curvaceous body, was not only the object of men's and women's envy but also the perfect excuse for crime. Perhaps Ouyang Yan'er had high standards for her partner; or perhaps she was financially capable of supporting herself and didn't need to rely on or submit to a man's pampering, so she was happy to be a free and independent single woman. Moreover, Ouyang Yan'er had a personality that was completely incongruous with her appearance and attire. Although she enjoyed wearing tight-fitting clothes that revealed her curves, short skirts that showed off her long, flawless legs, and dazzling low-cut tops, her thinking was extremely conservative. Not only would anyone trying to take advantage of her with words be ruthlessly rejected, but even genuinely respectable gentlemen would be treated with utmost caution and distance, adhering to the principle of "men and women should not touch." This was because Ouyang Yan'er believed that displaying the body's strengths was a form of "beauty," an art, not "sex," much less seduction. Therefore, even when dressed lightly and briefly, her "protection" measures were far from lax, including wearing an extra layer of camisole, safety shorts, and transparent nylon threads… ensuring she was never exposed. Thus, she not only squinted her lustful eyes, but also…Men who frequented the "sex and erotic AV" community had no chance with her, and even other men of similar looks and talent, despite their politeness, couldn't get in and all gave up. Over time, those who knew her secretly gave her a nickname: Joan of Arc! They even sourly said she had sexual obsessions. Half a year ago, after visiting this newly completed residential building, Ouyang Yan'er was so satisfied that she bought an apartment and parking space with half of her savings without hesitation, and moved in immediately, ending her life of having to deal with a landlord's attitude and searching for parking spaces all over the street. Ouyang Yan'er's satisfaction with her new home was definitely over 95%, whether it was the magnificent exterior, the lush green courtyard, or the warm and simple decorations and furnishings inside... except for the basement parking lot. Every time Ouyang Yan'er drove into the parking lot, she would feel uneasy all over, and only after she parked the car and entered the elevator would she breathe a sigh of relief. However, the moment she stepped into her warm little home, all the tension and stagnation in her mind melted away like ice and snow. Especially after two rapes occurred in this underground parking lot a week ago, Ouyang Yan'er's fear and aversion to it intensified. Being a woman with a strong sense of moral purity, she even bought several pieces of self-defense equipment for protection. Although she already had two pepper sprays in her bag, she was still uneasy and even bought a sophisticated stun gun—she was only missing a small handgun. Today, as Ouyang Yan'er entered the underground parking lot, that bone-chilling cold still relentlessly enveloped her. After parking the car, Ouyang Yan'er didn't get out immediately, thinking, "There should be a guard here... but I haven't seen one today... maybe he went to the restroom... or is the surveillance system installed..." Ouyang Yan'er looked around once more, checked her bag again... to make sure everything was alright, she turned off the engine and got out of the car... *** *** *** *** "Damn it!" Zeng Hansen, huddled in the driver's seat, glanced impatiently at his watch, which showed 11:40, and cursed, "...This is so boring... is waiting like this even useful..." Zeng Hansen was a modern bodyguard for "Security and Security Company". Since the last incident where a female resident was raped by an intruder in this parking lot, the community committee unanimously decided that the security company should take responsibility for compensation and strengthen security. Therefore, before the surveillance system was completed, the security company had to assign guards to be stationed 24 hours a day, and Zeng Hansen happened to be on duty from 10:00 PM to 2:00 AM tonight. Zeng Hansen had made plans with his girlfriend a few days ago to watch a movie together after dinner, and maybe even take her home for a sweet and passionate night. However, all of these plans were ruined because of his shift. "Damn!" This word seemed to be Zeng Hansen's catchphrase. Even if it was just what he was thinking, he couldn't help but start with this word: "...If it weren't for this damn shift, I would be holding Jiajia and having a good time right now... Oh! Just thinking about her moans makes me want to masturbate..." Zeng Hansen heavily stroked his erect penis through his pants twice: "...Little brother... don't be impatient... I'll definitely make you feel good another day..." Although it was meant to be comforting, his penis seemed to be unresponsive to his words. Instead of calming down, it became even more erect, making Zeng Hansen curse the culprit again and even take his anger out on the rape victim. "...Damn...So what if I get raped...It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh...Maybe I even enjoy it...Pretending to be dead and miserable...Isn't it just to take the opportunity to extort money...What's the difference between this and a prostitute...Damn...This thug is really something...Raping two women in a row...Making me suffer along with him...Damn...If I catch him...I'll see how I deal with you..." "...Damn...Just for ruining my good time with Jiajia...I should chop you into mincemeat..." Zeng Hansen unconsciously unzipped his pants, tightly gripped his penis and stroked it a couple of times, a tingling sensation immediately pierced his brain, extremely comfortable: "...Oh...If Jiajia were doing this now...I wonder how enjoyable it would be..." "Bang!" A short car horn broke the silence, startling Zeng Hansen, who was immersed in lust. "Damn!" Zeng Hansen turned around at the sound and saw a small silver car with its turn signals flashing slowly approaching and stopping a short distance away from him, about three or four cars away. Although Zeng Hansen couldn't see who the driver was, he knew without a doubt that it was a resident of the area. He didn't bother to pay attention, not even bothering to say hello, and continued to gently stroke his penis. Although someone was in the car not far away; and this shameful behavior might be discovered, it still excited him immensely: "...Damn... masturbating in front of strangers...it feels so good...so good...damn..." Zeng Hansen involuntarily looked at the car, only to realize something was amiss, because the car had been parked for almost three to five minutes, yet the owner hadn't gotten out. "...I'm sure...no one has left...it's definitely not that I didn't notice...damn...what's going on..." Zeng Hansen reluctantly wanted to get out of the car to check. Just then, the car door of the little Marc opened, like a close-up shot deliberately created by a movie director. First, a snow-white, sexy leg stretched out, followed by a short skirt that was almost revealing, a round buttock... like a slow-motion replay, leaving Zeng Hansen frozen in place, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth without his realizing it. Zeng Hansen stared at the beauty before him, quickly scrutinizing her from her full, bouncy breasts to her long, slender, snow-white legs, before stopping at her face, almost blurting out, "Damn... this is simply inhuman... damn... let alone fucking her... even if I could just touch her... I'd die happy... damn..." She was, of course, Ouyang Yan'er. When she walked past Zeng Hansen's car tremblingly, perhaps due to her nervousness, she didn't notice that Zeng Hansen was spying on her from inside the car. In his daze, Zeng Hansen seemed to smell the fragrance emanating from Ouyang Yan'er, and couldn't help but squeeze his... penis again, confirming that he wasn't dreaming. Zeng Hansen's head and neck seemed to be pulled by Ouyang Yan'er's swaying round buttocks as he watched her walk towards the elevator. "Huff..." Zeng Hansen, almost suffocating, took a deep breath, seemingly slumped weakly in his seat. His hands were rapidly stroking his penis, which remained as hard as a rock. Looking at Ouyang Yan'er's back in the rearview mirror, Zeng Hansen fantasized that his penis was penetrating her deeply from behind, thrusting powerfully and rapidly. "...Hmm...Hmm...Hmm...Huff...Huff..." Zeng Hansen hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to catch the gushing semen, closing his eyes and continuing his fantasy, enjoying the pleasure of ejaculation. "Ding!" Zeng Hansen heard the elevator door alarm and quickly opened his eyes, turning his head, trying to take one more look at the beautiful body he could never tire of seeing. However, the elevator doors were open, but the brightly lit elevator was empty; Ouyang Yan'er was nowhere to be seen. Zeng Hansen looked around, but Ouyang Yan'er vanished without a trace. "Ding!" The elevator doors closed automatically after a dozen seconds, but the floor indicator light remained on B1, unchanged for a long time. At that moment, Zeng Hansen felt a chill run down his spine, making him tremble involuntarily: "A ghost!?" A terrifying word surfaced in his mind. "...Hmm...Hmm...No...Hmm..." A faint, intermittent female groan came from the stairwell next to the elevator, finally bringing Zeng Hansen back to his senses: "...The two previous rapes...both happened there...Could it really be...that lady from before..." He blamed himself for his momentary negligence, which had put the lady in danger; he quickly got out of the car and ran towards the stairwell. At this moment, Zeng Hansen's agile and swift movements, his serious expression filled with a sense of justice and hatred for evil, made him look like an invincible superhero, a stark contrast to the man who had been masturbating in his car just moments before... Ouyang Yan'er, sitting in the driver's seat, took a deep breath to calm her tense emotions, then got out of the car and quickened her pace towards the elevator. She pressed the call button, anxiously watching the floor indicator light decrease from 15...14...13... her mind urging, "...Faster...Faster..." Suddenly, Ouyang Yan'er was roughly grabbed from behind by a pair of strong hands. Before she could react, shout, or cry for help, a large hand covered her mouth, rendering her speechless. A flash of cold light appeared before her eyes, a sharp knife dangling in her vision; a man's low whisper reached her ears: "...Don't make a sound...Be a good girl...I won't hurt you...Go..." The man behind Ouyang Yan'er pressed the knife against her neck, dragging her into the stairwell. "Click!" In the dark corner beside the stairs, the man skillfully handcuffed Ouyang Yan'er's hands to the railing, then taped her eyes and mouth shut. He then reached under her collar and forcefully squeezed her breasts. All this happened in less than a minute, but Ouyang Yan'er felt as if she had been dizzy for a century, until her breasts were being kneaded and her underwear was ripped open, only then did she snap out of her daze and realize what was happening.What had happened? Shame, resentment, grief, helplessness… overwhelmed her, causing Ouyang Yan'er to struggle violently. But her hands were handcuffed; her eyes and mouth were taped shut. She couldn't escape, nor could she cry for help; even her wildly kicking legs were restrained. "…Ugh…ugh…no…ugh…" Ouyang Yan'er tried desperately to shout, but could only manage muffled groans. If it weren't for the tape covering her face, hot tears would have already streamed down her cheeks. At that moment, she felt as if her heart was being torn apart and bleeding. Moist breath tickled Ouyang Yan'er's cheeks and ears; a deep voice seemed to come from the abyss of darkness: "...Don't do this...resisting is useless..." The man's deep voice seemed excited: "...If you cooperate with me obediently...I guarantee you won't be hurt...If you want to scream, wait until I make you feel good..." "...Oh my god...your breasts are really big...the real deal..." The man's hands kneaded and squeezed Ouyang Yan'er's breasts, playing with them while saying the vulgar things she hated most: "...Wow...your pubic hair is quite thick...as the saying goes, the more hair, the stronger the desire, the more you love to be fucked...damn, I'm so lucky...come on...I'll make you feel so good that you'll call me your dear brother..." "What are you doing!" A furious shout suddenly came from the stairwell exit, startling Ouyang Yan'er and the man, causing them to stop all movement and struggle. Ouyang Yan'er knew someone was coming and could save her. Like someone suddenly seeing dawn after a long night, she was so excited she wanted to cry for help, but all she managed were muffled "uh-huh..." sounds. The man quickly picked up his knife and turned towards the stairwell exit. There stood Zeng Hansen, holding a stun gun-like baton. Zeng Hansen's imposing figure made one think he was either a retired military policeman or a top special forces soldier; he stood like an unapproachable, awe-inspiring general. Perhaps feeling guilty, or perhaps realizing he couldn't gain the upper hand against Zeng Hansen, the man made a feint towards him, but then immediately turned and fled up the stairs—a diversionary tactic followed by a clever escape. "Stop! Don't go!" Seeing the man fleeing, Zeng Hansen leaped up several steps and gave chase. He shouted at him while simultaneously preparing to blow his whistle to alert others to apprehend him. However, the scene that flashed before his eyes at that moment made Zeng Hansen slow down, even stop. In his panic, Zeng Hansen glanced at the scantily clad Ouyang Yan'er and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He held the whistle in his mouth, but couldn't utter a sound; his leaping body almost tripped him in his daze. Although Ouyang Yan'er appeared disheveled, her radiant beauty was undeniable, making it impossible to look away from her. "...Should I chase after the criminals; or take another look at this beautiful sight..." Zeng Hansen stared at Ouyang Yan'er, a sudden internal struggle raging within him. At this moment, Ouyang Yan'er's top had been torn open by the thugs, her bra pushed up, and her two full mounds heaved with her rapid breathing, a result of her tense and excited emotions; atop her snow-white skin, two pink, shimmering nipples stood proudly erect; her leather miniskirt was rolled up at her waist, her flesh-colored stockings were torn at the crotch, and her panties had long been discarded, leaving her protruding vulva completely exposed. Zeng Hansen seemed to be involuntarily descending the steps, putting away his whistle as he pondered an excuse: "...the thugs escaped...we can't catch them...saving...saving people is the priority..." However, subconsciously, he had no intention of saving her; admiring her beautiful body was more important than saving her, because his eyes never left her body. When Zeng Hansen stood before Ouyang Yan'er, the primal instincts lurking deep within him began to surface and stir: "...Anyway, she's blindfolded...she doesn't know who I am...no...no way..." His primal instincts battled with his conscience: "...Just a touch...it's okay, right...this is a rare opportunity...oh...Zeng Hansen, are you even human...are you even a man...if it weren't for my shift tonight...she might already be...this is fate, isn't it..." "...Damn...I helped her chase away the thugs...let me touch her...it's my way of repaying you...who told you to be so attractive..." Zeng Hansen seemed to have found an excuse to commit a crime, his hands trembling as if they were out of his control, reaching towards Ouyang Yan'er's chest. Clearly, the victory in his heart belonged to his primal instincts. "Ah! Ooh..." After a moment of silence, Ouyang Yan'er suddenly felt a warm, slightly sweaty hand press against her breasts again. A wave of confusion and a desperate cry washed over her: "...This...what...what's going on...the thugs haven't left yet...didn't someone come by just now...how come again...where is that person...who is this...how could this be..." Unable to see her surroundings clearly, unable to cry out for help, Ouyang Yan'er felt her heart sink into an abyss, filled with nothing but bewilderment, despair, and helplessness. As the fingers of that hand played with her nipples, Ouyang Yan'er, amidst the shame of her humiliation, keenly sensed that the hand now touching her was different from the one before. She was almost certain it wasn't the same person. The previous touch had been hasty and rough; this caress was gentle and soothing, almost as if calming her frightened heart, a light touch that gave her a slightly ticklish feeling. Zeng Hansen felt the skin in his palms was soft and smooth, like cream, and trembled violently in his fright. It was as if a strong electric current was shooting through his body from his palms and fingertips, further stimulating his penis, which had just softened from ejaculation, to swell rapidly again. Ouyang Yan'er was like a frightened bird, shrinking back. Even if one couldn't see the panic and helplessness on her face, one could feel her despair from her body language, which was quite moving. However, even though Zeng Hansen felt pity, he had no intention of stopping. He held her as if she were his most beloved treasure, carefully playing with it, and even sucking on her nipple. "...Oh...damn...so fragrant and smooth..." Zeng Hansen dared not utter a sound, but inwardly he exclaimed in admiration, "...I've never tasted such a wonderful feeling...and the skin is so delicate and smooth...this is what 'crystal clear' truly means..." At the same time, his hand, using a carpet-like search method, slowly reached towards the mysterious jungle. "Mmm...uh..." In the darkness, Ouyang Yan'er could only rely on her hearing and touch to guess what was happening to her. She felt the caressing hand leave, but move downwards, slowly approaching the temple that nurtures life; and what replaced her breasts was a sudden sucking sensation on her nipples, wet, warm, and soft, flexible teasing. "Mmm...uh..." Ouyang Yan'er felt waves of warm breath on her chest, and she finally realized that her breasts were being sucked and held, and the feelings of shame and resentment in her heart were indescribable. Previously, let alone being touched by someone else, even while bathing, her hands would never linger unnecessarily. Now, she was naked, almost naked, allowing a strange man to do as he pleased—something she could never have imagined. Even more unimaginable to Ouyang Yan'er was the unprecedented itching sensation she felt as her breasts were touched and sucked, which gradually spread throughout her body. In her mind, such an experience should have been met with fierce resistance; however, her body seemed to defy her brain, not only gradually weakening its resistance but even appearing somewhat resigned. To onlookers, Ouyang Yan'er appeared to be struggling, seemingly with a spirit and determination to resist to the end. In reality, Ouyang Yan'er knew that those actions were merely defensive reflexes, almost devoid of any real resistance. Because Ouyang Yan'er was also confused: "...Why...why does his light touch...feel this strange...why...do I feel a little...comfortable...why...why..." Lost in confusion, Ouyang Yan'er hated the man who assaulted her; she also began to hate herself...for being shameless! "...Damn...such soft and thick pubic hair...so soft...damn..." Zeng Hansen used his fingers to part the pubic hair, searching for the secret cave, and almost couldn't help but scold Ouyang Yan'er for not dodging or resisting. He tried his best to suppress his impatience and used his hands and feet to press down and spread her legs, so that he could see more clearly the pink, wet, and wriggling inside her labia...Suddenly, "Ah!" With a short scream, Zeng Hansen's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string in a strong wind until his back hit the wall heavily with a loud "bang". Although the blow was severe, almost knocking him unconscious, the shock he felt upon seeing the person standing before him was a thousand times greater than the impact itself. Ouyang Yan'er felt a sudden lightness on her body, and then seemed to hear a whooshing sound of wind breaking, a scream, and the sounds of collision—a jumbled mix of events, indistinguishable from one another. She knew things had taken a turn for the worse, but couldn't understand what had happened, couldn't see clearly, and couldn't even imagine what had occurred. She prayed that it wouldn't be like before, barely leaving...The wolf pack had fallen into the tiger's den once more! At the same time, Ouyang Yan'er heard a terrified, trembling question: "You...you...who...what...ah...ah...ah..." Upon hearing this, Ouyang Yan'er forgot her unknown predicament and wondered in surprise, "...Why would someone ask such a question...asking someone who is 'what'..." But before she could think further, the scream that followed the question was so piercing it sent chills down her spine. It was unimaginable what terrifying thing could have caused such a wailing. The scream seemed to be cut off halfway through, as if time had frozen, all movement and sound were frozen, a deathly silence so profound that Ouyang Yan'er could almost hear the sound of her own blood flowing. Ouyang Yan'er felt like a lamb to the slaughter again, as if she were about to endure another round of torture. She sensed someone approaching stealthily, and a strange, neither-smelling nor-smelling odor assaulted her nostrils. She could even clearly feel the breath and body temperature of the person approaching, making her almost laugh at her inexplicable predicament. "Click!" Suddenly, Ouyang Yan'er felt her hands loosen; the handcuffs fell to the ground. Summoning courage and strength from who-knows-where, Ouyang Yan'er leaped to her feet and immediately ripped off the tape over her face, eager to see who had rescued her. Although her eyes couldn't immediately adjust to the light, she could see her surroundings clearly. Clearly enough! So clear that she regretted it. Not only did Ouyang Yan'er not see her rescuer, but… "Ah…" This time, it was Ouyang Yan'er's turn to scream, a piercing sound that seemed to carry for miles. She saw a corpse lying beside her?! It was definitely a corpse! Because it's absolutely impossible for someone to survive having such a bloody, gaping hole torn in their neck; and the person lying next to her was in that exact state. Tell me, what could Ouyang Yan'er do besides scream in despair?! Finally, someone heard Ouyang Yan'er's cries and came to investigate. Then came shock, panic, and chaos—some called the police; some vomited, but none forgot to greedily steal a few more glances at the half-naked beauty standing there, trembling. "...You mean, later Zeng Hansen also... also made indecent advances?... " The head of the homicide squad, nicknamed "Old K"?? Luo Tiankui personally took the statement, indicating this case was no small matter. "...I don't know...he...I...I...don't know..." Ouyang Yan'er, utterly defeated, could only nod; her words were completely incomprehensible. Ouyang Yan'er seemed utterly oblivious to what had happened to her. The person who died tragically was a security guard named Zeng Hansen, who was on duty... She only found out because "Old K" told her. So, when "Old K" asked Zeng Hansen if he had assaulted her, she really didn't know if it was Zeng Hansen. "...Later...later...that person didn't say anything...I couldn't see...I don't know...if it was him..." "Alright!" "Old K," whether out of impatience or confidence in his experience, interrupted Ouyang Yan'er and said, "Now let me tell you what happened, okay!?" Without waiting for Ouyang Yan'er's reply, "Old K" continued his rambling, gesturing and singing: "First, while you were waiting for the elevator, the assailant grabbed you from behind..." This domineering behavior disgusted Ouyang Yan'er. "...Then...next...at this time..." Ouyang Yan'er watched "Old K's" busy mouth movements, feeling that apart from the spittle flying everywhere, she couldn't hear a single word he said. Ouyang Yan'er's thoughts drifted back to the scene of the crime: "...Who was that last person...? He actually killed someone to save me... It was cruel... but... he really deserved to die... Both of them deserved to die..." She gritted her teeth at the thought. "...But... why wouldn't he let me see him... let me know who he was... Oh... I'm so stupid..." Ouyang Yan'er smiled self-deprecatingly: "...He killed someone for me... becoming a murderer... how could his identity be exposed... But... I won't call the police to arrest him... He helped me so much... how could I betray him..." With that thought, Ouyang Yan'er quietly made a decision. "...So, then another person came, and he killed Zeng Hansen in order to save you..." Old K finally finished recounting the case, glancing smugly at Ouyang Yan'er, trying to garner praise and admiration: "Isn't that right!? Miss Ouyang..." "No..." Unexpectedly, Ouyang Yan'er shook her head and said, "No, 'another person came,' but the previous thug came back..." Ouyang Yan'er was somewhat surprised at how smoothly she could lie: "Because I heard the thug say, 'You ruined my plans, I'm going to kill you...'...So I think it must be that the thug was unwilling to give up, so he came back to kill again...I recognize his voice..." Ouyang Yan'er's words left Old K speechless for a long time. He was astonished that Ouyang Yan'er could speak so fluently; he was also puzzled and embarrassed by his own miscalculation. Little did he know he had been fooled! "But..." The experienced "Old K," no pushover, immediately pressed for confirmation: "Then... what about those twisted and deformed handcuffs? Did the criminal want to let you go...? And what weapon did he use to kill the victim with those gruesome wounds...? Why didn't he kill you...?" A series of suffocating questions revealed "Old K's" incomprehension and anxiety regarding the many mysteries surrounding the case. "I don't know!" Ouyang Yan'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration and answered firmly, even playfully teasing, "That's what you police are supposed to investigate!... Besides, I'm the victim, and I also hope you catch that criminal quickly... Be serious..." Ouyang Yan'er's intelligence seemed to have completely returned. "That's not necessarily true!" "Old K," unwilling to accept his disadvantage, resorted to a shameless, bureaucratic tone: "You know, before the matter is fully investigated, anyone present is a suspect… Besides, the other witnesses only saw you and the deceased in the same location…" Although "Old K" didn't say it aloud, he implicitly considered Ouyang Yan'er a suspect. Ouyang Yan'er was furious, her almond-shaped eyes glaring: "So you should investigate! Don't waste your breath here…" Ouyang Yan'er stood up: "Team leader, can I leave now!? I'm really exhausted…" From last night until now, the sun is high in the sky, and Ouyang Yan'er hasn't slept a wink. She's truly suffered; all she wants to do now is take a bath and sleep soundly. "Alright!" "Old K" had no reason to keep her from leaving: "But I hope you can cooperate with the police so that the murderer can be caught as soon as possible…"Summoning courage and strength from who knows where, Ouyang Yan'er leaped to her feet and immediately ripped off the tape covering her face, eager to see who had rescued her. Although her eyes couldn't immediately adjust to the light, she could see her surroundings clearly. Clearly enough! So clear that she regretted it. Not only did Ouyang Yan'er not see her rescuer, but… "Ah…" This time it was Ouyang Yan'er's turn to scream, a piercing sound that seemed to carry for miles. She saw a corpse lying beside her?! Absolutely a corpse! Because it was impossible for someone to survive with such a gaping, bloody hole torn in their neck; and the person lying beside her was exactly like that. Tell me, what could Ouyang Yan'er do but scream in despair?! Finally, someone heard Ouyang Yan'er's scream and came to investigate. Then came shock, fear, and chaos—some called the police; some vomited, but none of them forgot to greedily steal a few more glances at the half-naked beauty standing there, trembling. "...You mean, Zeng Hansen also...made indecent advances later?... " The head of the homicide squad, nicknamed "Old K"? Luo Tiankui personally took the statement, indicating this case was no small matter. "...I don't know...he was...I...I...don't know..." Amidst her panic and defeat, Ouyang Yan'er could only nod; her words were utterly incomprehensible. Ouyang Yan'er seemed completely unaware of what had happened to her. The person who died tragically was a security guard named Zeng Hansen, on duty...she only found out from "Old K." Therefore, when "Old K" asked if Zeng Hansen had assaulted her, she genuinely didn't know if it was Zeng Hansen. "...Later...then...that person didn't say anything...I couldn't see...I don't know...whether it was..." "Alright!" "Old K," whether out of impatience or confidence in his experience, interrupted Ouyang Yan'er, saying, "Now let me tell you what happened, okay!?" Without waiting for Ouyang Yan'er's reply, "Old K" continued his rambling, gesturing and singing: "First, while you were waiting for the elevator, the assailant grabbed you from behind..." This domineering behavior disgusted Ouyang Yan'er. "...Then...next...at this moment..." Ouyang Yan'er watched "Old K's" busy mouth movements, feeling that apart from the spittle flying everywhere, she couldn't hear a single word he said. Ouyang Yan'er's thoughts drifted back to the scene of the crime: "...Who was that last person...? He actually killed someone to save me...It's cruel...but...they really deserve to die...both of them deserve to die..." Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grit her teeth. "...But...why won't he let me see him...let me know who he is...Oh...I'm so stupid..." Ouyang Yan'er smiled self-deprecatingly: "...He killed someone for me...became a murderer...how could his identity be exposed...But...I won't ask the police to arrest him...He helped me so much...how could I betray him..." Thinking of this, Ouyang Yan'er quietly made a decision in her heart. "...So, then another person came, and he killed Zeng Hansen in order to save you..." Old K finally finished recounting the case, glancing smugly at Ouyang Yan'er, trying to garner praise and admiration: "Isn't that right!? Miss Ouyang..." "No..." Unexpectedly, Ouyang Yan'er shook her head and said, "No, 'another person came,' but the previous thug came back..." Ouyang Yan'er was somewhat surprised at how smoothly she could lie: "Because I heard the thug say, 'You ruined my plans, I'm going to kill you...'...So I think it must be that the thug was unwilling to give up, so he came back to kill again...I recognize his voice..." Ouyang Yan'er's words left Old K speechless for a long time. He was astonished that Ouyang Yan'er could speak so fluently; he was also puzzled and embarrassed by his own miscalculation. Little did he know he had been fooled! "But..." The experienced "Old K," no pushover, immediately pressed for confirmation: "Then... what about those twisted and deformed handcuffs? Did the criminal want to let you go...? And what weapon did he use to kill the victim with those gruesome wounds...? Why didn't he kill you...?" A series of suffocating questions revealed "Old K's" incomprehension and anxiety regarding the many mysteries surrounding the case. "I don't know!" Ouyang Yan'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration and answered firmly, even playfully teasing, "That's what you police are supposed to investigate!... Besides, I'm the victim, and I also hope you catch that criminal quickly... Be serious..." Ouyang Yan'er's intelligence seemed to have completely returned. "That's not necessarily true!" "Old K," unwilling to accept his disadvantage, resorted to a shameless, bureaucratic tone: "You know, before the matter is fully investigated, anyone present is a suspect… Besides, the other witnesses only saw you and the deceased in the same location…" Although "Old K" didn't say it aloud, he implicitly considered Ouyang Yan'er a suspect. Ouyang Yan'er was furious, her almond-shaped eyes glaring: "So you should investigate! Don't waste your breath here…" Ouyang Yan'er stood up: "Team leader, can I leave now!? I'm really exhausted…" From last night until now, the sun is high in the sky, and Ouyang Yan'er hasn't slept a wink. She's truly suffered; all she wants to do now is take a bath and sleep soundly. "Alright!" "Old K" had no reason to keep her from leaving: "But I hope you can cooperate with the police so that the murderer can be caught as soon as possible…"Summoning courage and strength from who knows where, Ouyang Yan'er leaped to her feet and immediately ripped off the tape covering her face, eager to see who had rescued her. Although her eyes couldn't immediately adjust to the light, she could see her surroundings clearly. Clearly enough! So clear that she regretted it. Not only did Ouyang Yan'er not see her rescuer, but… "Ah…" This time it was Ouyang Yan'er's turn to scream, a piercing sound that seemed to carry for miles. She saw a corpse lying beside her?! Absolutely a corpse! Because it was impossible for someone to survive with such a gaping, bloody hole torn in their neck; and the person lying beside her was exactly like that. Tell me, what could Ouyang Yan'er do but scream in despair?! Finally, someone heard Ouyang Yan'er's scream and came to investigate. Then came shock, fear, and chaos—some called the police; some vomited, but none of them forgot to greedily steal a few more glances at the half-naked beauty standing there, trembling. "...You mean, Zeng Hansen also...made indecent advances later?... " The head of the homicide squad, nicknamed "Old K"? Luo Tiankui personally took the statement, indicating this case was no small matter. "...I don't know...he was...I...I...don't know..." Amidst her panic and defeat, Ouyang Yan'er could only nod; her words were utterly incomprehensible. Ouyang Yan'er seemed completely unaware of what had happened to her. The person who died tragically was a security guard named Zeng Hansen, on duty...she only found out from "Old K." Therefore, when "Old K" asked if Zeng Hansen had assaulted her, she genuinely didn't know if it was Zeng Hansen. "...Later...then...that person didn't say anything...I couldn't see...I don't know...whether it was..." "Alright!" "Old K," whether out of impatience or confidence in his experience, interrupted Ouyang Yan'er, saying, "Now let me tell you what happened, okay!?" Without waiting for Ouyang Yan'er's reply, "Old K" continued his rambling, gesturing and singing: "First, while you were waiting for the elevator, the assailant grabbed you from behind..." This domineering behavior disgusted Ouyang Yan'er. "...Then...next...at this moment..." Ouyang Yan'er watched "Old K's" busy mouth movements, feeling that apart from the spittle flying everywhere, she couldn't hear a single word he said. Ouyang Yan'er's thoughts drifted back to the scene of the crime: "...Who was that last person...? He actually killed someone to save me...It's cruel...but...they really deserve to die...both of them deserve to die..." Thinking of this, she couldn't help but grit her teeth. "...But...why won't he let me see him...let me know who he is...Oh...I'm so stupid..." Ouyang Yan'er smiled self-deprecatingly: "...He killed someone for me...became a murderer...how could his identity be exposed...But...I won't ask the police to arrest him...He helped me so much...how could I betray him..." Thinking of this, Ouyang Yan'er quietly made a decision in her heart. "...So, then another person came, and he killed Zeng Hansen in order to save you..." Old K finally finished recounting the case, glancing smugly at Ouyang Yan'er, trying to garner praise and admiration: "Isn't that right!? Miss Ouyang..." "No..." Unexpectedly, Ouyang Yan'er shook her head and said, "No, 'another person came,' but the previous thug came back..." Ouyang Yan'er was somewhat surprised at how smoothly she could lie: "Because I heard the thug say, 'You ruined my plans, I'm going to kill you...'...So I think it must be that the thug was unwilling to give up, so he came back to kill again...I recognize his voice..." Ouyang Yan'er's words left Old K speechless for a long time. He was astonished that Ouyang Yan'er could speak so fluently; he was also puzzled and embarrassed by his own miscalculation. Little did he know he had been fooled! "But..." The experienced "Old K," no pushover, immediately pressed for confirmation: "Then... what about those twisted and deformed handcuffs? Did the criminal want to let you go...? And what weapon did he use to kill the victim with those gruesome wounds...? Why didn't he kill you...?" A series of suffocating questions revealed "Old K's" incomprehension and anxiety regarding the many mysteries surrounding the case. "I don't know!" Ouyang Yan'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration and answered firmly, even playfully teasing, "That's what you police are supposed to investigate!... Besides, I'm the victim, and I also hope you catch that criminal quickly... Be serious..." Ouyang Yan'er's intelligence seemed to have completely returned. "That's not necessarily true!" "Old K," unwilling to accept his disadvantage, resorted to a shameless, bureaucratic tone: "You know, before the matter is fully investigated, anyone present is a suspect… Besides, the other witnesses only saw you and the deceased in the same location…" Although "Old K" didn't say it aloud, he implicitly considered Ouyang Yan'er a suspect. Ouyang Yan'er was furious, her almond-shaped eyes glaring: "So you should investigate! Don't waste your breath here…" Ouyang Yan'er stood up: "Team leader, can I leave now!? I'm really exhausted…" From last night until now, the sun is high in the sky, and Ouyang Yan'er hasn't slept a wink. She's truly suffered; all she wants to do now is take a bath and sleep soundly. "Alright!" "Old K" had no reason to keep her from leaving: "But I hope you can cooperate with the police so that the murderer can be caught as soon as possible…"

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