[The Last Train] Author: Feifei Xiaozhu

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The Last Bus
Author: Feifei Xiaozhu
Word Count: 6581
People's Square was bustling, even though it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
The wide streets were teeming with cars and people; red Jettas, blue Boras, and white Golfs shuttled
back and forth. The people walking on the street were dressed in various styles, with different expressions; some hurried, some leisurely; some
in suits and ties, some adorned with jewels, some travel-worn, and some in tattered clothes.
The streetlights were bright, and the neon lights on the roadside billboards flashed with colorful lights. Countless strange
sounds rose and fell without warning from every corner.
Only the pine trees in the center of the square stood silently, covered in dust from the passing vehicles
, yet forever expressionless, coldly watching this bustling street, this bizarre and dazzling city.
Zheng Buqi stood under the tree. Although he knew there was a rule against crossing the flowerbed, he still stood there,
because he felt that from this angle, he could better observe, or rather appreciate, the myriad aspects of human life.
He wore a long black coat, not very clean, with dust clinging to the hem, and in the early spring of Northeast China
, it looked rather thin, so he hunched over slightly. He was very ordinary-looking,
the kind of person you'd easily lose in a crowd. This ordinary
man, now, stood under the tree, like a philosopher, frowning as he gazed at the land.
A bright blue Golf turned the corner ahead. Through the tinted windows, though it was
a blur to most people, Zheng Buqi's sharp eyes still made out a beautiful young woman in a mink coat sitting in the driver's seat
. Zheng Buqi narrowed his eyes slightly; he could even see the woman's luscious, sexy red
lips, the slightly upturned corners of her mouth, and a hint of arrogance in her expression.
"Hmm, that's a pretty good target, but unfortunately, the conditions don't allow it today. I'll have to wait for another time," Zheng
Buqi thought to himself, silently noting the license plate number of the departing Golf.
He lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, unnoticed by anyone, even though he was blatantly
violating the rules.
Zheng Buqi's gaze then fell on a tall woman walking across the street. She wore a pink
fur-trimmed top and white trousers, perfectly outlining her long legs. Her shiny
black knee-high boots further stirred something within Zheng Buqi. The woman was quite attractive, with long, wavy
hair cascading over her shoulders. She carried a small handbag and walked with a rhythmic gait. Zheng Buqi had initially
planned to follow her, but then abandoned the idea, as the woman's back view disappointed him. From behind
, her hips were rather flat, lacking that full, rounded shape.
Watching the woman walk away, Zheng Buqi sighed, tossed aside his cigarette butt, and carefully stubbed
it out with his foot. He stretched; it seemed his day was over. Time to call it a day. It was getting late; time to go home and sleep
. The last bus would be leaving soon.
He walked out of the flowerbed and headed towards the terminus of bus route 218.
Zheng Buqi was a very ordinary man, at least on the surface. He seemed unassuming
and unassuming, but his demeanor was unassuming and unassuming. He seemed to be a man of few words, seemingly indifferent
and unassuming. He was a man of few words, seemingly indifferent and unassuming. He seemed to be ... His true secret
was known only to a select few.
These individuals held a special profession: solving problems for people—problems that couldn't
be solved through normal channels, or problems that people were unwilling to solve through normal channels. The best among them were known as assassins
. Assassins were organized, and the most incredible and unimaginable organization was called
the "No-Seven Group." Zheng Buqi was, of course, a member of this organization.
Zheng Buqi wasn't his real name; he had a normal name, but
within the organization, he was called Zheng Buqi. This name meant that he could kill no more than seven people a day.
This was a huge constraint for Zheng Buqi, like limiting a heavy smoker to only
seven cigarettes a day.
However, Zheng Buqi still adhered to the meaning of his name, because as a member of the organization, he should obey
its discipline.
So he tried his best to conserve his seven-seven-seven-kill quota. Just
like a smoker reluctant to smoke the last cigarette, Zheng Buqi hoped to use all seven slots on truly worthwhile people to maximize
his desires.
As a result, Zheng Buqi often didn't use all seven slots. Because of his frugality, he ended up
not using any at all, sometimes not even until midnight. And Zheng Buqi was a very lazy person; he simply went home
to sleep. Even zero couldn't exceed seven, right? "Better to have less than better" was Zheng Buqi's consistent standard.
Through several wonderful experiences, he discovered that rather than simply pursuing quantity, it was better to carefully select a few exquisite
targets to enjoy, which would better satisfy his desires.
Today was the same; even now, he still hadn't chosen a suitable target.
Zheng Buqi sighed and arrived at the 218 bus stop. The last 218 bus was
parked alone at the street corner. It was 8:08; the previous bus had just left two minutes ago, so
there were hardly any people on the bus now. Zheng Buqi patted his pockets, realizing he was out of change. He walked to a roadside grocery
store, where the Taiwanese-style grilled sausages outside emitted an enticing aroma. Zheng Buqi ordered a sausage, gave the owner
a five-yuan note, and received four one-yuan coins in change. He took a bite of the fragrant sausage, dropped in a coin,
and boarded the bus with a crisp sound.
Besides the driver, only two passengers sat at the front. Zheng Buqi went straight to the back of the bus and
sat down in a corner seat in the last row. He closed his eyes and slowly ate the sausage, allowing him to concentrate and
better enjoy its flavor. This sausage was better than the one he had across the street that afternoon; Zheng Buqi
decided to buy sausages from this store from now on.
Time passed silently, and the bus gradually filled up. Zheng Buqi still had his eyes closed,
having finished a small grilled sausage, his hand unconsciously fiddling with the bamboo skewer.
A faint, sweet fragrance made him involuntarily open his eyes. In the single seat in front of him sat
a lively, youthful girl. A snow-white woolen beret adorned her long, flowing black hair, making her look
playful and cute. She had an oval face, fair skin, a delicate nose, and large, bright eyes that sparkled with captivating light.
The girl wore a pale yellow coat, tight jeans that showcased her beautiful thighs, and
snow-white sheepskin boots—the most alluring outfit imaginable!
Zheng Buqi felt a surge of heat in his head, his heart pounding. It was her! After searching all night
, he had finally found his target, and someone who perfectly matched his desires—it was simply heaven's blessing! That cute
beret, those tight trousers, and those white knee-high boots—they were all her favorites!
Amidst a pleasant melody, the girl's phone rang. She took it out to look at it. Zheng Buqi shrank back
into her seat, feigning indifference to her surroundings. The car jolted, then started moving. The time was
8:20.
"Yes, I'm already on the bus. It just started moving, and I just caught the last bus. Hmm, there's a seat." The girl was
on the phone; judging from her happy expression and tone, she was probably talking to her boyfriend. Even her voice is so
lovely, really. Zheng Buqi thought to herself, squinting her eyes as if to doze off.
"It'll probably be home in about half an hour. Haven't you had dinner yet? How about we go out to eat? Oh, you're already
cooking. What do I want to eat? Hmm, I want your corn and pork rib stew. Hehe, you still
have some leftover ribs from yesterday, right? We also have some old corn at home. Add extra soy sauce." The girl and her boyfriend chatted enthusiastically, planning their
late dinner.
Zheng Buqi was also secretly calculating in his mind. Half an hour, so they should get off near Nanhu Square.
There's a residential area not far away, which should be the girl's destination. The road is lined with dense trees,
the streetlights aren't very bright, and there are few pedestrians at this time, making it a good spot. Today is really going smoothly; everything
is exactly as he wanted. Corn and pork rib stew? That's a very nice dish. Zheng Buqi also likes to eat it, but
, beautiful girl, no matter how well it's made, you probably won't have a chance to taste it because you just
caught the "last train."
Zheng Buqi's hands were in his pockets, his fingers slowly stroking a soft, coarse cotton rope. He adjusted his
body and breathing, gradually approaching his optimal state.
The electronic female voice announced station after station indifferently. People got off, people got on. The girl in the seat in front of him
had finished her call and was sitting quietly. Her bright eyes,
reflected in the dim light of the outside, sparkled like jewels. Her slightly pursed lips were so endearing
, making Zheng Buqi want to lean in and kiss her immediately. He struggled to suppress this impulse, trying to
calm himself down.
No rush, no rush, there will be a chance.
The bus made a sharp turn, and outside the window was a brightly lit cultural square, bustling with people—
a perfect time for young couples to stroll and date. The girl also looked out the window, gazing at the brightly lit square.
From the side, her face was as flawless as exquisite porcelain. Zheng Buqi noticed a happy expression on her face
, perhaps recalling past walks with her boyfriend here, that sweet
look on her face.
The car quickly left the Cultural Square and continued down to the vicinity of Nanhu Park.
The girl in front suddenly stood up, straightened her clothes, and made a move to get off the bus. The bus stopped
near the entrance of Nanhu Park, and a crisp electronic female voice sounded: "The ×× residential area has arrived, please…".
Zheng Buqi jumped up and rushed to the door. He hadn't reacted at first because
Nanhu Park was still two or three stops away. It wasn't until the girl got off that he realized Nanhu Park
was just his guess, and the girl might not have gone that way.
The 218 bus slowly drove away behind him. Zheng Buqi glanced up and inwardly groaned. A hundred
meters ahead was a brightly lit residential area, with bustling shops on the ground floor and people coming and going, and the girl was walking
straight into the residential area.
There was absolutely no chance to make a move. Zheng Buqi glanced around and drew his conclusion. However,
he still followed, feeling deeply resentful. He had waited days to choose his target, only to have no
chance to act – it was truly frustrating. The girl approached the residential complex, Zheng Buqi trailing about ten meters behind
, his disappointment growing stronger.
She was getting close to the building; if she reached the intercom, opened the door, and went upstairs, he would have no chance
. People were watching nearby, and most of the lights were on in the apartments; entering the stairwell to make his move was too risky.
In Zheng Buqi's despairing gaze, the girl suddenly turned, walked past the building, and went into the complex
.
Zheng Buqi's spirits lifted – there was still hope! He quickened his pace and followed.
After turning past the building, there was a small grove of trees behind, and opposite was another row of residential buildings, about fifty
meters apart. Most remarkably, this area was quiet and deserted, like a completely different world from the street outside.
The girl walked along the concrete path ahead, her high heels making a crisp sound.
The only chance was right here!
Like a cat in the darkness, Zheng Buqi moved swiftly and silently, closing the distance to the
girl in a few breaths. As if by instinct, the girl sensed something; she stopped and prepared to turn around.
Success or failure hinged on this moment. Zheng Buqi displayed the extraordinary skills of an assassin,
appearing behind the girl with lightning speed. Before her head could fully turn, the red cotton rope in Zheng Buqi's hand accurately
looped around the girl's neck, then tightened sharply!
"Ugh..." the girl let out a half-groan as her neck was completely strangled. The sudden attack left the
girl bewildered and helpless; she didn't even struggle, letting Zheng Buqi strangle her with the red rope.
He pulled her body into his arms, holding her completely.
The softness of her body made Zheng Buqi's blood boil; what an alluring young girl's body! Excitedly, he tightened
the red rope, binding the girl's neck tightly. The girl, initially bewildered, reacted,
scratching at her neck, trying to pull the rope away, but it was clearly futile, as Zheng Buqi used considerable force, the soft cotton
rope completely sinking into the girl's delicate neck. The girl writhed and
thrashed in Zheng Buqi's arms like a mermaid emerging from the water, her white lambskin boots making a series of crisp clattering sounds on the concrete pavement—
her legs kicking violently.
The noise would attract attention, and although the place seemed secluded, it was better to be safe than sorry. Zheng Buqi
held the rope tightly, using his body to pull the girl away from the path and drag her into the grove of trees beside the road. The girl struggled even more fiercely
, making Zheng Buqi feel somewhat strained. Of course, he didn't care; this level of struggle was futile. On the
contrary, the more intense the struggle, the more he enjoyed it, enjoying the sadistic pleasure and pursuing the
satisfying thrill of killing her.
Under Zheng Buqi's strong arms, all the girl's struggles were in vain. Her snow-white
beret was nowhere to be seen, her long black hair was disheveled, making her look extremely tragic and beautiful.
Under the lights of the building not far away, the girl's jewel-like eyes had completely rolled back, and her pink lilac tongue was sticking out
, contrasting with her bright red lips. Strange sounds came from deep in the girl's throat. Zheng
Buqi was already used to this; he was only focused on tightening the cotton rope, suffocating the girl's breath.
Because of the intense struggle, the girl quickly became drenched in sweat, exuding a
strange scent like that of an animal in heat. This scent stimulated Zheng Buqi's sensitive nose, making him even more excited. He held the girl
's body tightly in his arms, feeling her every struggle and spasm. The girl's
plump buttocks, encased in tight jeans, twisted and rubbed against Zheng Buqi's lower abdomen. Zheng Buqi felt his lower body
had become hard and uncomfortable. He adjusted his angle,
rubbing his lower body against the most luscious part of the girl's buttocks, slightly relieving his rising desire.
The girl's struggles slowed down. After all, she was a delicate girl and didn't have much energy to
squander. With labored breathing, the girl gradually lost strength. She seemed to understand that she was powerless
to resist, and her violently kicking legs began to calm down. She could imagine her fate tonight:
being strangled to death by a strange man in the woods not far from her home. The lights of the apartment building were right in front of her,
seemingly within reach, yet so distant. A mere dozen meters separated two worlds. Her beloved
boyfriend must still be home, waiting for her return, anticipating a passionate kiss and
a tender embrace. But she was outside her own door, murdered by a stranger, never again to enjoy her lover's caresses,
never again to savor his sweet kisses!
In despair, the girl straightened her legs. Her thighs, beneath her tight jeans, were so full and long;
the tall boots that hugged her calves were so beautiful and perfectly fitting. All of this, tonight, would be a final farewell. The girl felt she could no longer
hold her bladder; hot urine gushed out. She arched her lower abdomen, straightened her body,
tilted her head, and breathed her last with resentment.
How tragic, she would never again taste her boyfriend's signature dish, corn and pork ribs. This was the girl's last thought
, and then she sank into endless darkness.
Zheng Buqi tightened his grip on the girl's neck for a few more moments, making sure she was completely still, before slowly releasing her.
The girl's beautiful body slumped limply to the ground. Zheng Buqi was already burning with lust. He put the rope
in his pocket, squatted down, and examined the girl's pained and desperate expression as she died. He felt a surge of desire
rising from his lower abdomen. His gaze traveled from the girl's face down to the shocking bruise on her neck, to her
high breasts beneath her tight wool sweater under her open coat, now still and silent, to her
plump thighs stretched taut by her tight jeans, and to her flat stomach.
Zheng Buqi reached out and stroked the girl's white lambskin boots. The smooth, soft
texture of high-quality leather was wonderful. His hands roamed over her feet through the boots, savoring
the beautiful curves of her lotus-like feet. He grabbed her small ankles and forcefully pried open her tightly closed legs. When his gaze fell upon
the girl's crotch, seeing the bulge and the small patch of dark stain below, Zheng
Buqi felt a buzzing in his head. He could no longer suppress his desire!
Zheng Buqi frantically unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and straddled the girl. He lifted
her head with both hands, aimed his erect penis at her open cherry-like mouth, and thrust it in!
The girl's warm, moist mouth brought an indescribable, intense pleasure to his genitals, causing Zheng Buqi
to shudder involuntarily. He began to move passionately, his penis thrusting in and out of the girl's lips
.
"Beautiful lady, do you want to eat your boyfriend's pork ribs and corn? Or would you like to taste my cock first?"
A wicked thought surged in Zheng Buqi's mind, making his penetration even more intense. He imagined the
girl's boyfriend eagerly awaiting her return home to savor his "cooking," while the girl was in
the woods outside her house, sucking on a stranger's penis, enduring the most shameful humiliation of her proud body
! As he thought this, Zheng Buqi found himself reaching orgasm. He gripped the girl's head with his hands,
thrusting forcefully towards his lower body, simultaneously arching his back to fully penetrate her throat! After a few intense
thrusts, Zheng Buqi trembled as he ejaculated his hot semen, again and again, all of it shooting into the girl's small
mouth.
After a while, Zheng Buqi recovered from the afterglow of his orgasm, slightly stretching his stiff body and
withdrawing his now limp penis. The girl's mouth remained wide open, a thin stream of white semen spilling from the corner of her lips
, dripping onto the ground, forming a long, thin thread.
Zheng Buqi pulled up his pants, shut the girl's mouth, glanced at her rolled-back eyes, and then reached out...
He gently lowered the girl's eyelids. At that moment, the girl became as peaceful and captivating as if in a deep sleep.
Zheng Buqi lit a cigarette, took a few puffs,
and thought to himself, "It's been so long since I've felt this good, it's really satisfying!" Satisfied, Zheng Buqi began tidying up the scene. He first found the girl's
purse lying to the side. Opening it, he found some odds and ends, a red wallet with a little over two hundred
yuan, and no identification (because he was too lazy to think of the girl's name, ^_^). But that didn't matter; in
a few days, when her family discovered she was missing, missing person notices or a police report would include her photo and name.
Near the curb of the alley, Zheng Buqi found the girl's white woolen beret. This kind of hat
was particularly suitable for girls with long, flowing hair, especially beautiful, like the one he had just enjoyed.
Such a beautiful girl, exactly to his liking, was rare indeed; enjoying her only once seemed a waste.
Zheng Buqi tucked his hat into his pocket and returned to the girl's body. He squatted down, first reaching
under her armpit to help her sit up, then pressing his shoulder against her breasts. The soft,
elastic flesh stirred his heart again. With a jerk, Zheng Buqi hoisted the girl onto his shoulder. Her
lower abdomen pressed against his shoulder, her upper body dangling behind him, her strong thighs dangling in
front of his chest. Zheng Buqi patted the girl's full, round buttocks, stood up, and although it was a bit risky,
it was worth it to go home and slowly savor the girl's body, enjoying every inch of her soft skin. "
Beautiful lady, come home with me. Although we won't get to eat ribs and corn, I'll 'feed' you well, hehe!"
Zheng Buqi strode off, carrying the girl, and disappeared silently into the night.

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