The judge's daughter

[Part 1]
Having just put down her rice bowl, He Jihong hurriedly ran to her small room.
"This child, she doesn't even know how to help wash the dishes," her father said, shaking his head in dissatisfaction.
"Never mind, our daughter's been busy at school all week. It's rare for her to come home, let her relax a bit," her mother said leniently. "There aren't many dishes, I can wash them all."
"See, this is how you spoil your child, sigh," her father said helplessly, shrugging.
Sitting at her desk, He Jihong was engrossed in chatting with an online friend on her laptop, oblivious to her parents' conversation outside. A large glass of ice water sat on the table. Her straight, long hair cascaded casually over her bare, rounded shoulders, and her healthy, youthful skin radiated a youthful glow.
The setting sun outside painted a blood-red afterglow on the wall behind her.
She was chatting with an online friend named Huasheng about a series of serial murders that had recently occurred in the city. He Jihong had met Huasheng on a mystery novel enthusiast website.
He Jihong's online name is "Angel by the Sea."
Hua Sheng: You said your dad is a judge at the Municipal High Court, so have you heard any inside information from him?
Angel by the Sea: What inside information? You know I usually live in the school dormitory, I only see my dad on weekends. He never talks about work at home.
Hua Sheng: Then try to charm him a bit, maybe you can find some clues.
Angel by the Sea: I don't have that kind of time. Do you know how heavy the workload is at medical school? There's also student council work, team training… I wish there were forty-eight hours in a day!
Hua Sheng: I don't believe you have no interest in this case at all. Hehe, so far, the victims of those three murders are all female college students like you. Maybe the killer's next target—is you!
Angel by the Sea: Great! I'm actually curious to see what the killer looks like. If he's handsome, maybe I'll marry him.
Although she joked nonchalantly, He Jihong still felt a strange chill creep through her. She picked up her water glass, took a sip, and continued looking at the text that popped up in the chat box on the screen:
Watson: I heard that the killer would cut open the stomachs of girls after killing them, put a copy of the New Testament, Revelation, inside, and soak it in blood…
Angel by the Sea: Perverted! Disgusting!
Watson: Maybe the killer was trying to convey some message. Do you think it could be related to religion?
Angel by the Sea: Stop. I need to go to the bathroom to throw up for a while. Wait here.
The girl went to the bathroom, but not to vomit. She lifted her nightgown, pulled down her underwear, and sat on the toilet, listening to the rushing water beneath her while still thinking about Watson's question. After thinking for a while without reaching a conclusion, He Jihong tore off a piece of toilet paper and wiped her most sensitive area, then stood up…
Hanging at the back of her knees was a pale yellow sexy thong, with faint traces of discharge in the narrow crotch and a couple of curly pubic hairs on it. Seeing this, He Jihong couldn't help but think of Qin Tian, the computer science student at City University who was still considered her boyfriend.
She had initially dated Qin Tian because she thought he was honest and ambitious. However, she soon discovered that Qin Tian was a very possessive man, often creating embarrassing situations that left He Jihong both amused and exasperated.
Later, He Jihong accidentally discovered that Qin Tian had collected a large number of online pornographic images on his computer, and began to despise him. However, the real reason He Jihong considered breaking up with Qin Tian was because she had recently discovered some very strange "hobbies" of his that disgusted her.
But He Jihong knew that Qin Tian was a very sensitive and vulnerable man. If she directly broke up with him now, he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it. She needed to wait for the right opportunity.
Just as she was growing increasingly distant from Qin Tian, He Jihong began to warm up to Hua Sheng. She had never met Hua Sheng before, nor did she know where he was online. Hua Sheng sometimes seemed quite roguish online, often discussing sensitive and provocative topics with He Jihong, topics that would make girls blush. But He Jihong didn't dislike him at all.
Perhaps this was what they called fate. The girl thought, getting up to tidy her clothes.
Just as she came out of the restroom, she heard the doorbell ring, and then saw her parents greeting their guest:
"Oh my, what a rare guest! Director Gao, what brings you here? Have you eaten?"
"Just finished eating, haha. It's hot, so I came out for a walk. I just happened to be downstairs and thought I'd drop by. Is that too much of a bother?"
The portly Director Gao of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, with sparse gray hair, held a sandalwood folding fan in one hand, and his voice was very loud.
“We are overjoyed to have you grace us with your presence; we usually can’t even invite you here.” The mother led the guest to the sofa. “Director Gao, please have a seat here.”
“Oh, your daughter is home today too?” Director Gao sat down, opened his folding fan, and immediately saw He Jihong standing to the side, plastering a kind smile on his face.
“Hello, Uncle Gao.” He Jihong greeted him generously.
“Oh, hello. Long time no see, Jihong has become more and more beautiful, haha.” Director Gao squinted, closed his folding fan, and pointed at He Jihong, letting her smell the fragrant sandalwood scent.
“Old He, your daughter is truly exceptional, a beauty of unparalleled grace, a true gem!” Director Gao said, his gaze seemingly glued to the large expanse of bare white skin above the neckline of He Jihong’s low-cut nightgown.
“Jihong, quickly entertain Uncle Gao.” The father gestured.
He Jihong agreed and went into the kitchen. She quickly and deftly brought out a bowl of sliced watermelon, bending down to place it on the glass shelf in front of the sofa. "Uncle Gao, have some watermelon."
"Hey, Jihong, don't bother. I'm not a guest. Old He, this year's watermelons are pretty good, and cheap. We bought a lot—" Suddenly her voice changed, and her eyes widened.
Because of the hot weather and being in her own home, He Jihong was only wearing a thin nightgown, without a bra. When she bent over, the neckline had slipped down slightly, allowing Director Gao a glimpse of her bare, virgin breasts bouncing lively, the two red cherries clearly visible, making his blood rush and almost causing him to faint.
"Director Gao, is there any progress in the case?" Judge He, her father, coughed, his tone urging and admonishing.
“Hey, Lao He, to be honest, I have absolutely no clue whatsoever. I’m really annoyed. This kind of murder is too serious. The city is putting a lot of pressure on us. Vice Mayor Chen calls every day to urge us to solve the case. He even cursed at me today. I can’t stand him… I, Lao Gao, am a veteran cadre who has been involved in the revolution for decades. I’ve risked my life, and even if I haven’t made any great contributions, I’ve certainly put in a lot of hard work. Lao He, you be the judge of this…”
He angrily picked up a piece of bright red watermelon, took a big bite, and loudly spat out the seeds.
“Uncle Gao, you and Dad can talk slowly. I have some things to do, so I won’t keep you company.” He Jihong said with a smile.
“Alright, Jihong, you go ahead and do your work.” Director Gao waved his hand magnanimously and shook his folding fan a few times. A large piece of blood-red watermelon flesh was stuck to the corner of his mouth, and some watermelon juice was still dripping down his side, making his face look somewhat ferocious and terrifying.
As He Jihong turned away, she could still clearly feel Director Gao's murky gaze lingering on her buttocks and thighs. Back at her computer, she saw that Hua Sheng's chat window was filled with a dense string of question marks. Qin Tian was also looking for her in another chat window.
"I'm busy right now, I'll talk to you later," He Jihong sent a message to Qin Tian, then sent a smiley face to Hua Sheng.
There was no response from Qin Tian, but a reply came immediately from the other side.
Hua Sheng: Oh my god, where have you been? I thought you'd fainted.
Angel by the Sea: It's nothing, a guest came over. Let's continue chatting.
He Jihong didn't tell him that the city's police chief was at her house. Otherwise, Hua Sheng might have kept asking questions, even demanding that He Jihong invite Director Gao to the computer to analyze the case with him.
After a moment of silence, Hua Sheng suddenly asked: Have you read Borges's *Death and the Compass*?
Angel by the Sea: No. Is it a mystery novel?
Watson: No, it's just that it's somewhat like a detective novel in form. Or rather, it's an anti-detective novel.
Angel by the Sea: ?
Watson: In that novel, everything is the opposite of traditional detective novels: the seemingly shrewd and meticulous detective makes a wrong judgment, falls into the criminal's carefully planned trap, and ultimately loses his life. The simple-minded official detective's guess is correct. It's quite darkly humorous.
Angel by the Sea: Interesting, I want to read it. It's not long, is it?
Watson: It's a very short novel, you can finish it in a little while. I'll send it to you now.
...
The sounds of Director Gao and his parents laughing and talking, as well as the news anchor's voice from the television, could be heard from the living room. But He Jihong was completely captivated by the elusive, labyrinthine atmosphere that Borges created in the novel. After a moment of contemplation, the girl suddenly stood up, found a map of the city, and spread it on the large desk. She circled three locations on the map with a red pencil, then connected them with straight lines…
The girl's even breathing began to quicken.
The silent chat box started displaying text again.
Watson: Finished reading?
Angel by the Sea: Finished reading.
Watson: Any discoveries?
Angel by the Sea: That triangle… the three crime scenes form an isosceles triangle on the map.
Watson: An incompletely precise isosceles triangle. You figured it out so quickly, that's good.
Angel by the Sea: So you also think the murderer was imitating the methods described in Borges's novels?
Watson: Very likely.
Angel by the Sea: So that means there will be a fourth murder?
Watson didn't answer immediately.
He Jihong stared intently at the chat box, holding her breath. Her eyes ached, but Watson remained silent. The laughter and conversation in the living room outside suddenly quieted down. He Jihong suddenly had a strange thought: the person she was talking to on the other end of the network wasn't a living person, but a pre-programmed electronic monster…
Sweat beaded on her palms, soaking the mouse…
It felt like a thousand years had passed—or perhaps only a few minutes. Just as she couldn't help but rub her eyes, the characters popped up again.
Watson: I don't know.
He Jihong was about to curse him when another line appeared in the chat box.
Watson: In that novel, the locations of the first three cases formed an equilateral triangle. The fourth case occurred at the vertex of a rhombus extending from that triangle.
He Jihong quickly glanced at the map while typing:
Angel by the Sea: But that's unlikely in our city. If we extend that triangle into a rhombus, then the fourth vertex falls into the sea.
Watson: That makes sense.
Angel by the Sea: Also, in the novel, the first three cases were deliberate deception by the criminal; the unfortunate detective in the fourth case was the criminal's real target.
Typing this, He Jihong couldn't help but shudder.
Angel by the Sea: Speak up!
Watson: I'm thinking, what's the connection between that triangle and the Book of Revelation in the Bible? Tell me, what's the special significance of the number "three" in the Bible?
Angel by the Sea: Testing me? The Trinity, you know. Also, Jesus rose again on the third day after his death, and Jesus told Peter, "You will disown me three times." Three wise men came from the East when Jesus was born…
"Jihong, Uncle Gao is leaving!" her father called from the living room.
He Jihong answered and told Watson she was going to be gone for a while.
Watson: Don't tell anyone about our discussion…
"Uncle Gao, please take care. I won't go downstairs in this outfit." He Jihong saw Director Gao to the stairwell.
"Alright, you should go back now." Director Gao turned back after taking only two steps down the stairs. "Jihong, come over to our house sometime.
Qiangzi has been talking about you a lot. You two played together when you were little, you're practically childhood sweethearts. You should get closer now that you're grown up, haha!"
"Hmph, who's childhood sweethearts with that Gao Yanei? He even dares to try and make a move on me, disgusting!" He Jihong frowned and angrily shouted as soon as she got home.
"What Gao Yanei? Gao Qiu's son from Water Margin?" The father, wearing reading glasses and reading the newspaper, looked up in bewilderment and saw his daughter tossing her hair as she walked into the bathroom.
"Dad, I don't care if you associate with their family, but don't drag me into it, okay? I hate that guy!"
"Oh, you mean Gao Xiaoqiang?" The father suddenly realized. "That kid is good-for-nothing, a complete spoiled brat. But his father is about to retire. Once Old Gao retires, that kid will be in trouble."
"Hmph, he should have been in there a long time ago!"
With that, the girl tossed her hair again and closed the bathroom door. Soon, the sound of a girl humming happily came from inside, mixed with the sound of running water.
The parents smiled at each other.
A pale moon hung listlessly in the dark sky, infinitely desolate, showing no sign of good fortune.
The night was deep. He Jihong curled up on her single bed, the thin towel blanket revealing her beautiful body curves. She was still chatting with Watson, but the topic had completely changed.
Watson: ...How are things with your boyfriend?
Angel by the Sea: Don't mention him. I'm thinking about how to break up with him.
Watson: What? You two were doing so well, you even...you know?
Angel by the Sea: I was just kidding you. Nothing happened between us...
Watson: I don't believe you're still a virgin.
Angel by the Sea: Why do you have to believe me? Who are you?
Watson: So...is there something wrong with him?
Angel by the Sea: It might not be fair to say that...I think he likes my lingerie more than I do.
Watson: You like the kind of underwear you've worn but haven't washed, right?
Angel by the Sea: Yeah, how did you know?
Watson: Hehe. It's not strange. Many men have this kind of preference to some extent. It's just a primitive instinct left over from human evolution. You should understand.
Angel by the Sea: The top ones are one thing, but the bottom ones are filthy. Aren't you disgusted...?
Watson: If a boy loves and admires you, he will think everything about you is beautiful and pure, and he will never find it dirty. Besides, haven't you heard this saying?
Angel by the Sea: What?
Watson: A girl's underwear being too clean is like a boy not being able to get an erection; people will look down on her...
Angel by the Sea: Ugh, I didn't expect you to be such a pervert... Watson
: Hehe, so be it. I'd rather be a pervert for a while; it's better than being a hypocrite.
Angel by the Sea: Hehe, if you can tell me what kind of underwear I'm wearing right now, I'll admit you're a pervert.
After typing this line as if possessed, He Jihong felt a burning sensation on her face. When did she become so bold? Was the person she was hiding online her true self?
Watson: You're wearing a red VS brand thong right now, aren't you?
Angel by the Sea: ...
He Jihong shuddered involuntarily. Watson was absolutely right. Watson
: Actually, it's easy to guess. You once said you liked VS brand underwear the most. You also said you liked red the most because your name has the character "red" in it. For a girl like you who exercises often, a thong is the most suitable.
Angel by the Sea: What else do you know?
Watson: I also know that you're a little wet down there right now...
Angel by the Sea: Damn it, you don't say nice things, I'm logging off...
The chill on her back hadn't subsided, but the heat from her lower abdomen was slowly spreading throughout her body...
That night, before falling asleep, He Jihong touched her genitals. It really was a little wet there. The girl, a clean freak, thought to wash her clothes and change into clean underwear, but was instantly jolted back into the deepest recesses of her sleep by the drowsy grip of sleepiness…
She had a strange dream.
It was a street she had never seen before. She couldn't even be sure if this was still the city she lived in every day… The straight road led nowhere. Identical concrete buildings lined both sides of the street, their shapes rigid and repulsive, each window fitted with iron bars, resembling both a mental hospital and a prison. The pedestrians all wore identical black and white striped clothes, their expressions blank, as did she herself.
She didn't know why she was there, nor where she was going, until she saw the angler.
A person completely shrouded in a black robe sat motionless on the metal railing beside the sidewalk. His hands held a long black fishing rod, pointing towards the center of the road. A silver line dangled from the end of the rod to the ground. The end of the line was empty.
He seemed to have sat there for a thousand years…
This was a small river she had never crossed before. A strange building was reflected in the river. It was a building composed of two perfectly symmetrical, exquisitely beautiful curves.
At its base, between the two perfectly symmetrical parts, was a small, tightly closed door.
She knew that was where she was going.
After entering, there was a narrow, slightly upward-sloping passageway. There was absolutely no light. There was a peculiar smell. The ground under her feet, and the walls on both sides, were soft and damp, making her feel very uncomfortable.
After walking for a long time, turning countless corners, she finally saw light. It was an invisible space filled with soft light.
She saw herself nailed to a cross. Her upper body was completely naked, the tops of her smooth, glistening breasts were two alluring red agates. Her lower body was loosely wrapped in a white cloth, which seemed to be slipping down, revealing a small portion of black pubic hair...
She had never felt that her body was so alluring...
[II]
The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent. Liu Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and she quietly nudged He Jihong next to her with her elbow:
"Why is it him today?"
He Jihong merely raised her head and glanced indifferently at the podium before immediately looking down at the lecture notes on the table.
"Professor Xia has something to attend to at home today, so I'll be teaching in his place." The tall, thin young man on the podium was dressed strangely. He had long, wandering artist-style hair, and under his white coat, he wore a t-shirt with Che Guevara's image printed on it. For a teacher, such attire was definitely an anomaly in the traditional and conservative medical school. He didn't introduce himself, because apart from a few auditors, most students knew he was Zhuang Zhou, a lecturer in the Department of Clinical Medicine. He was also an alumnus of this school, seven years ahead of He Jihong and the others.
"Today, we'll begin a new lesson—the components of blood..."
Zhuang Zhou wrote a line on the blackboard. His handwriting, like his cold and rigid voice, revealed a subtle weariness…
“He lectured really well. I’ve never understood Old Xia’s lectures as clearly as I did today. What do you think?” Liu Xiaoyu asked He Jihong while packing her things after class.
“It was alright, alright. Let’s go.” He Jihong slung her backpack over her shoulder and tossed her long ponytail. She and a few other girls chatted and laughed as they walked to the classroom door, when they heard Zhuang Zhou calling her name from behind:
“He Jihong, could you come to my office for a moment?”
The girls next to her exchanged quick glances. Liu Xiaoyu’s expression was even more uncertain.
“Sure, Teacher Zhuang.” He Jihong readily agreed, “I’ll go to the student council to deliver something first, then I’ll come to your office, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll wait for you.” Zhuang Zhou gave her a meaningful glance before leaving the classroom.
“Wow, I heard that handsome Zhuang ignores everyone from the principal to his colleagues, but he’s only showing you his attention. Jihong, you’re really something!” Liu Xiaoyu clapped her hands and exclaimed. He Jihong simply smiled faintly.
The weather was beautiful. Sunshine, blue sky, and white clouds—everything was there.
"Professor Zhuang, I'm here. May I come in?" He Jihong saw Zhuang Zhou standing with his back to her by the window, so she gently knocked twice on the open door.
"Come in, please sit down."
He Jihong sat down, but seeing that Zhuang Zhou remained in the same position and didn't turn around, she felt awkward urging him, so she looked somewhat boredly at the large, colorful anatomical diagram of the human body hanging on the wall, which she knew all too well.
"I see you jogging here every morning, running past this window," Zhuang Zhou said.
"Oh, you're here quite early."
Zhuang Zhou finally turned around and sat down in his office chair. He didn't speak, but just unconsciously rummaged through the things on his desk.
"Professor Zhuang, did you need something?"
He Jihong knew her question was somewhat redundant. Half a year ago, Zhuang Zhou had become one of He Jihong's many suitors both inside and outside the school. He had dated He Jihong several times, but the girl remained indifferent to him, keeping their relationship within the bounds of a teacher and student.
Zhuang Zhou hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. He Jihong had to shift her posture.
"Xiao He, you know I've been working on my studies abroad. It's finally going well." Zhuang Zhou glanced at He Jihong's reaction. "Last week, Stanford University School of Medicine gave me a full scholarship, and my visa was approved."
"Really? That's wonderful! Congratulations, Professor Zhuang!" He Jihong said sincerely. After a pause, she added regretfully, "It's a pity we won't have the chance to hear your lectures anymore. We all want to learn more from you."
"I haven't decided whether to go or not yet." Zhuang Zhou rubbed his hands together, his brow furrowed. "I invited you here to hear your opinion, to help me make a decision."
"Huh? Why?" He Jihong's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, puzzled. "Professor Zhuang, this is your own business, and such an important one. How can you let me make the decision for you?"
"Jihong, a smart girl like you wouldn't misunderstand what I mean." Zhuang Zhou adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.
“Hmm, I understand… what you mean.” He Jihong thought for a moment, then reached up and smoothed her flowing hair. A burning light immediately shone from behind Zhuang Zhou’s high-end coated glasses:
“So, Jihong, would you agree to be with me? I can give up anything for you, as long as I can be with you every day… I don’t know if this is love, I only know that without you, my life is meaningless…”
Although He Jihong was relatively mature among the girls her age at school, she was still somewhat flustered by such a direct declaration of love from a man, especially a teacher.
“Teacher Zhuang, I… have a boyfriend,” the girl whispered.
“Do you love him?” Zhuang Zhou immediately looked directly at the female student in front of him. “Do you truly love him?”
He Jihong subconsciously avoided his intense gaze, instead turning her attention to a plastic skeletal model in the corner behind Zhuang Zhou. The skull was incredibly realistic; its two enormous eye sockets resembled two bottomless black holes, and its two rows of gleaming white teeth seemed to mock her…
“Jihong, do you love him? Did you hear me?”
He Jihong seemed hypnotized by the skull. She felt her consciousness being sucked into those two enormous black holes, the darkest, coldest, and loneliest corner of the universe; Zhuang Zhou's voice seemed to drift from another infinitely distant space, and she didn't know how to answer.
“He Jihong, what's wrong?”
The girl suddenly realized that Zhuang Zhou was standing in front of her, his hands on her shoulders, shaking her vigorously, his face full of concern. She quickly and subtly freed herself from the man's hands, took a deep breath, and quickly regained her composure:
“Teacher Zhuang…”
Hearing her still use that form of address, the fire in Zhuang Zhou's eyes quickly died down, and he seemed to freeze.
“We are both adults, we should handle our own affairs. I have my own standards for the love I want.” He Jihong's voice wasn't loud, but her expression was firm, “And my standards…”
"You can't rely on me, is that it?" Zhuang Zhou sighed. "Ji Hong, I know you're a very rational girl. But I didn't expect you to be so cold-hearted."
"Teacher Zhuang, although I can't accept your feelings, I still want to thank you." He Ji Hong stood up. "Now you're my teacher, and I'll always treat you as a good friend, an older brother." She extended her hand. Zhuang Zhou looked at her silently, without moving.
"What, you won't even accept my friendship?" He Ji Hong looked aggrieved. Zhuang Zhou sighed, hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to shake her hand.
"Then... is there anything else, Teacher Zhuang?" He Ji Hong felt his hand was cold.
"No, you can go now." Zhuang Zhou pointed to the door, his voice incredibly hollow and tired.
"Okay, then I'll go first." He Ji Hong slung her backpack over her shoulder. "Teacher Zhuang, you're busy. Goodbye!"
"Ji Hong!" Just as she reached the door, she heard Zhuang Zhou calling her from behind.
"What?"
"I won't give up on you." Zhuang Zhou looked at her and said, word by word.
He Ji Hong seemed not to hear him at all. Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she smiled, "When are you planning to leave? I'll get some classmates together to throw you a party to see you off, how about that?"
"There's no need for that," Zhuang Zhou quickly replied.
He Jihong ignored him and continued, "Let's go to the Moonlight Dance Hall on Xunyang Road. We'll all have some drinks, sing some songs, dance, and have a good time. It's settled then!"
She smiled sweetly.
Even after the girl's slender figure had walked far away, Zhuang Zhou was still standing at the window watching. A smell of formaldehyde wafted in from somewhere. Zhuang Zhou's face was expressionless. In comparison, the skeleton model next to him seemed more alive.
[III]
At lunchtime, the road leading to the student cafeteria was bustling with activity. Every now and then, impatient boys would rush along, enamel bowls in hand, as if catching the last bus. The refined girls, on the other hand, mostly walked in twos and threes, at a leisurely pace.
"He Jihong, what did Zhuang Shuai say to you? Let us share!" As they left the dormitory, Liu Xiaoyu kept pestering He Jihong with questions.
"Nothing much."
"Oh, Miss He, what's wrong with revealing a little?" The more He Jihong dodged the question, the more anxious Liu Xiaoyu became: "If you won't tell us, then there's something going on, right? It must be..."
"Sigh, actually, he just told me he's going abroad soon." He Jihong, unable to resist her pestering, could only say it casually.
"What?! He's leaving?!" Liu Xiaoyu froze, looking utterly bewildered.
“Yes, so you’d better hurry up, or he’ll be gone,” He Jihong said leisurely. “Then we’ll all get together and throw him a farewell party, and you all have to come.”
“He’s leaving…he’s leaving…I’ll never see him again…” Liu Xiaoyu muttered repeatedly, heartbroken, then suddenly said, “Wait a minute! Why didn’t he tell anyone else he was going abroad? You’re all up to something. No, you have to explain yourself…”
He Jihong was both amused and annoyed by Liu Xiaoyu’s rigorous logic. Just as she was about to tease her, Zhang Jingling, who hadn’t spoken until now, said coldly, “Zhuang Zhou was already married.”
“Really?” He Jihong and Liu Xiaoyu were both taken aback.
“Two and a half years ago, Zhuang Zhou married a woman. The morning after their wedding, that woman ran away back to her parents’ home. Almost no one knew about it.”
“How did you find out?” the two girls asked at the same time.
“That poor woman who married Zhuang Zhou is my sister,” the thin Zhang Jingling said sadly. He Jihong was greatly surprised. They had lived in the same dormitory for two years, yet had no idea that such a thing had happened in their roommate's family.
"What exactly happened on their wedding night that made your sister so scared?" He Jihong asked with interest. She felt a certain part of her brain being activated.
"Nobody knows what happened, except Zhuang Zhou himself."
"Where is your sister now?" He Jihong asked. "Can I see her?"
Her innate, incurable curiosity began to stir again.
"You want to see my sister?" Zhang Jingling stopped and looked at He Jihong with a strange gaze.
"Yes, if it's convenient, could you tell me where she is?"
"She's in a mental hospital. She's gone mad. She went completely insane after escaping from Zhuang Zhou's place," Zhang Jingling said slowly. "I went to see her, but she didn't recognize me at all..."
"I'm sorry, Jingling..." He Jihong quickly stroked Zhang Jingling's face to comfort her.
"Look, something's happened up ahead!" Liu Xiaoyu suddenly pointed ahead and shouted. Sure enough,
a riot seemed to have broken out at the cafeteria entrance in the distance. People were running in all directions, and some were screaming. At first, it was impossible to hear what they were shouting; the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the atmosphere was thick with violence and death. Finally, a sharp scream, like a cold blade slicing through the scorching air, fiercely pierced their eardrums—
"Murder!"
A burly figure rushed over, crashing straight into He Jihong's arms, causing her to stumble back several steps before barely regaining her balance.
"Zhang Guihua, what happened?" He Jihong asked the reckless fellow while secretly rubbing her aching chest.
"It's too, too scary! Don't go over there...there's been a murder..." Zhang Guihua's voice trembled violently. This Shandong girl, with a sturdy build like a female weightlifter, was now completely like a terrified child, all her usual bravado gone.
"Don't panic, don't panic, sit down and tell me slowly." Several girls pulled Zhang Guihua, who was still trembling, to sit down on the cement railing of the roadside flower bed. "What exactly happened?"
"Over there, at the entrance of the cafeteria, I saw it all, right next to me... a girl, long hair, quite fair-skinned... a man, stopped the girl and loudly asked her why she had changed her mind, and even grabbed the girl, telling her to go with him... the girl refused, and after a few struggles, the man suddenly pulled out a knife, and without saying a word, he slashed at the girl's head..."
"Ouch!" Several girls cried out at the same time, as if the knife had struck them.
"One slash, two slashes, three slashes... that man was like a madman, the girl's blood was everywhere... look, there are two drops on my clothes... it's so scary..."
The girls looked at each other, their chests heaving, and for a moment no one could speak.
"Make way! Make way! All of you, make way!" With a shout, the crowd parted to make way. Four male students carrying a stretcher rushed over. The stretcher passed right in front of He Jihong and the others. The strong smell of blood made it hard for them to breathe. The once beautiful, once youthful face on the stretcher was completely covered in blood, and her clothes were stained bright red.
"My God, she probably won't survive. Even if she does, her face will be ruined," He Jihong heard someone say beside her.
She felt like vomiting. As a medical student, a future clinical surgeon, she was already used to blood. But the blood of the lifeless girl lying on the stretcher now filled her with immense fear and helplessness. This fear was something she had only felt when she first had her period at thirteen. Even now, the unavoidable blood-stained sanitary napkins during those few days of the month still filled her with endless disgust.
She had never felt death so close to her.
"Look, it was him who did it!" Zhang Guihua suddenly whispered.
"Get out of the way, what are you looking at!"
Two school security guards escorted a man over. He was a tall boy, also from their school. He Jihong had seen him on different occasions and knew he was on the school's football team, but she didn't recognize him. His clothes were stained with blood, but his expression was extremely peaceful, as if he had accomplished a great wish. As he passed by them, he even calmly looked at He Jihong, as if greeting her in a friendly manner.
[IV]
Inside the school gymnasium, the sounds of whistles, shouts, hitting the ball, and the creaking of rubber shoes against the ground rose and fell.
"Pass to position four, attack!" With the coach's loud shout, a white ball was lifted high and then fell...
Staring at the incoming ball, a girl in a white tight-fitting tracksuit, with a ponytail and a headband, jumped into the air and spiked with force—unfortunately, her jump height was a little lacking, and she couldn't generate enough power; the ball landed softly far outside the baseline...
"He Jihong, come down!" After several consecutive mistakes, head coach Hun Sen finally lost his temper and removed outside hitter He Jihong from the starting lineup.
Soaked to the bone, as if she had just been pulled out of the water, He Jihong walked to Hun Sen with her head down, picked up a towel to wipe her face, and drank some water while preparing to listen to the coach's reprimand.
"What happened?!" This coach, whose name, like the Cambodian Prime Minister, was known for his strictness, indeed didn't give her any face, shouting, "Damn it, didn't you eat enough?"
"I'm sorry..." He Jihong said softly. She really hadn't eaten much at noon. Everything that had happened at the cafeteria entrance had temporarily made her stomach unable to accept any food.
Hun Sen ignored her and continued directing the group scrimmage. After a short rest, He Jihong asked Hun Sen for another chance.
"Forget it, you're in such bad shape today, forcing yourself to go on won't help, and you'll only risk injury." Hun Sen turned his long face to look at the girl. "You should go take a shower first."
Utterly dejected, He Jihong hastily packed her things under the sympathetic gazes of her teammates, gave Hun Sen a weak farewell, and was about to leave. Hun Sen called her back again:
"The City Games are about to start, you fucking need to pull yourself together! Come early tomorrow, no lateness! You hear me?"
"Yes!" Hun Sen's last words restored some of He Jihong's confidence.
"Hehe, he still trusts me, knows the team can't do without me..." The girl thought smugly as she walked towards the bathroom.
The warm water gently poured over the girl's fair and shapely body, making her feel incredibly comfortable. But it couldn't dispel the shadow in her heart. The girl's bloodied and mangled face haunted He Jihong's mind, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate on anything. She already knew the girl's name was Tian Xin, a first-year student and a high jumper on the school's track and field team. He Jihong had witnessed her graceful leap over the bar like a swallow at this year's school sports meet.
Life was so fragile.
Overlapping with Tian Xin's violently ravaged face, another pale face constantly surfaced in He Jihong's mind.
When He Jihong walked out of the gymnasium, she saw someone sitting on the steps in the blood-red twilight. That person had an incredibly pale face.
Qin Tian was waiting for her.
[V]
"Qin Tian, what brings you here? Don't you have classes today?"
For some reason, seeing Qin Tian made He Jihong feel a strange tension. She involuntarily looked at Qin Tian's hands...
There was nothing in those hands. He was sitting there alone, hugging his knees, carrying a large backpack, his thin and tall figure appearing somewhat lonely and desolate in the deep twilight. This feeling was something He Jihong had never experienced before.
"Jihong, I've been waiting for you." Seeing his girlfriend come out, Qin Tian quickly stood up, but without a smile. The two looked at each other cautiously for a moment, as if sizing up a stranger.
"Did you need something?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to see you," Qin Tian said calmly.
Remembering that Qin Tian's university was in another part of the city, and he had cycled for at least 45 minutes to get here, He Jihong finally smiled, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth:
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's go get something to eat together."
"Okay, let's go to that KFC by the river," Qin Tian suggested. This was where they had their first date.
"Okay," He Jihong readily agreed, "It's on me today, it's a deal."
Qin Tian was taken aback. Usually, when they went out to eat together, He Jihong insisted on splitting the bill.
Walking along the tree-lined path through the campus, neither of them spoke. Qin Tian was as taciturn as ever. He Jihong had already made up her mind to break up with Qin Tian when she saw him. However, now that he was actually in front of her, she didn't know how to begin.
In the restaurant, they only occasionally chatted about seemingly lighthearted topics. After the meal, Qin Tian suggested a walk along the river embankment, and He Jihong agreed after a moment's thought.
The riverbank embankment outside the back gate of the medical school was a favorite dating spot for college couples. In the summer twilight, the setting sun painted the river below them a rosy hue, like a shy, intoxicated maiden. Several egrets swooped down, gracefully landing on the flowing water, then fluttered away as if startled. The mighty river, like a winding ribbon, flowed through the city and fields, disappearing silently below the rising sun on the horizon, watched over by the ancient building atop the mountain on the opposite bank.
"Ji Hong, let's break up," Qin Tian said in the cool breeze blowing from the river.
He Ji Hong almost thought she had misheard. She stopped, stunned. But Qin Tian continued walking, so she followed.
"Isn't this what you wanted? I sensed it long ago." Qin Tian took out a cigarette. "I know you're kind-hearted and can't bring yourself to do it, so it's better if I'm the one to bring it up." His voice was very calm, almost devoid of any emotion.
“I’m sorry, Qin Tian…” Jiang Feng blew her long hair across her face as He Jihong said in the wind, “I admit I didn’t expect you to be so magnanimous. You’re such a good person.”
“I’m a good person? No, I’m just a boring man you hate.” Whether it was the strong wind or his mood, Qin Tian couldn’t light his cigarette even after striking several matches.
“No, it’s not like that,” He Jihong hurriedly said, “I just feel that we’re not suitable for each other…”
“I feel it’s not suitable either… Let it be, I don’t care.” Qin Tian put the unlit cigarette in his mouth with trembling hands. He Jihong felt a pang of heartache. She stepped forward, snatched the cigarette from Qin Tian’s mouth, and threw it forcefully on the ground. Qin Tian immediately took out another cigarette. He Jihong snatched it again without hesitation and threw it directly into the river.
“What are you doing?” Qin Tian looked at her in surprise.
“You know I hate boys smoking!” He Jihong shouted.
"Is it any of your business? We've already broken up, haven't we? I can smoke whenever I want!" Qin Tian retorted angrily, reaching for a cigarette from his pocket for the third time. He Jihong didn't back down, glaring at him fiercely. After a long standoff, Qin Tian finally softened:
"Forget it, let's part amicably. I don't want my last memory of you to be one of you looking angry."
His feigned nonchalance brought tears to the girl's eyes.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Does breaking up mean we're no longer friends?" He Jihong choked out, "You can still call or email me, you can still come visit me when you're free..."
Qin Tian cried too.
"Don't be like this, be brave." He Jihong took a few steps forward, pressing close to him, "You'll find a girl who's more suitable for you, who understands you better and cherishes you more, you'll find happiness with her..."
The evening breeze tousled the girl's hair, a few strands brushing against Qin Tian's pale face.
"Can I hug you one more time?"
Seeing that the girl didn't object, Qin Tian opened his trembling arms and pulled He Jihong's soft body into his not-so-broad chest. He greedily inhaled the faint, youthful, and incredibly alluring virgin scent emanating from her...
"Take good care of yourself, don't eat anything indiscriminately, change and wash your clothes frequently..." He Jihong kept nagging. She felt Qin Tian holding her tighter and tighter; she had never known he was so strong. She could hardly breathe. His breathing grew heavier; he was searching for her lips, his hand was moving towards her breasts, and a jolt of electricity made her whole body go weak...
"Don't do this!" He Jihong pushed Qin Tian away forcefully, blushing as she smoothed her hair, "Don't treat me like a whore!"
Qin Tian stood there dumbfounded, as if he had no idea what he had done.
"I'm leaving, take care!" He Jihong took two steps and then stopped. She pulled a damp wad of fabric from her backpack and stuffed it into Qin Tian's hand: "This... is for you."
Watching the girl's figure disappear into the twilight, Qin Tian finally looked down at the item in his hand. It was a pair of white, tight-fitting women's briefs, clearly the ones He Jihong had worn during team training, completely soaked with her sweat. The sweat of a healthy woman mixed with the alluring scent of her most private parts—that youthful fragrance—was enough to ignite and erupt the deepest desires of any normal man's soul like a volcano beneath an ice sheet. Yet he hadn't been able to hold onto anything. The girl who had left would never know how tragic that abhorrent, dark desire was, filled with boundless despair and regret…
The moon had quietly risen, the starlight sparse.
As she walked down the embankment, He Jihong couldn't help but look back again. Qin Tian was gone. But where they had just stood, a person completely shrouded in black appeared. The pale moonlight enveloped him as he sat motionless on the embankment, facing the silent, dark river, like a statue that had stood there since time immemorial.
Angel by the Sea: Watson, I want to see you.
After descending the embankment, He Jihong didn't immediately return to school but went to a nearby internet cafe. She found Watson online on MSN. Watson seemed to be always online.
Watson: What's wrong?
Angel by the Sea: Nothing.
Watson: You must have something on your mind, otherwise you wouldn't want to see me now. Angel by the Sea:
Maybe, anyway, I just want to see you. Where are you? I can feel you're not far from me. Watson:
You really want to see me? No regrets?
Angel by the Sea: Why would I regret it? Are you ashamed to be seen?
There was a long silence on the other end…
Watson: You're the judge's daughter, I'm the criminal's son, is that okay?
Angel by the Sea: Of course it's okay.
Watson: Okay, keep an eye on my email these next few days, wait for my message.
After that, Watson vanished as if he'd disappeared, receiving no response no matter how many messages He Jihong sent. He Jihong grabbed a can of beverage from the table and downed it in one gulp. Her delicate neck was incredibly white and sensual. You could almost hear the faint sound of blood flowing beneath her almost translucent white skin.
Outside the girls' dormitory window, the city sky in the early summer night glowed slightly, as if coated with a smooth film. There was no moon, only a few of the brightest stars hanging there, accompanying the various sleepless people in the city.
Inside the pitch-black dormitory, the sweet breathing of the girls in their sleep rose and fell, occasionally interspersed with a few indistinct murmurs in their dreams. Only He Jihong helplessly turned over again. A soft knock came from under the bed:
"Jihong, still not asleep?" Liu Xiaoyu on the lower bunk whispered. He Jihong smiled bitterly and said she couldn't sleep.
"How about I come up and sleep with you?" Liu Xiaoyu said, "I'll give you a massage, I guarantee you'll be asleep in five minutes."
"What kind of massage is so effective? Okay, come on up. Keep it down." He Jihong said, moving her body closer. Soon, Liu Xiaoyu quietly climbed up and slipped into her mosquito net, the two warm and soft bodies pressed tightly together.
“Come on, let me kiss you first,” Liu Xiaoyu said. He Jihong thought she was joking and quickly said she wasn’t a lesbian.
“Neither am I,” Liu Xiaoyu laughed. “This is just a way to relax you. Be good, close your eyes.”
“Don’t be silly… um…” He Jihong didn’t believe that the pampered Liu Xiaoyu knew anything about massage. She just wanted someone to talk to. Unexpectedly, Liu Xiaoyu actually kissed her without any hesitation. In the darkness, He Jihong was caught off guard, her lips were firmly kissed, and for a moment she could only let out a muffled, sexy whimper…
“How was it? Did it feel good?” It took Liu Xiaoyu a long time to release her. He Jihong quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, wondering whether she should kick Liu Xiaoyu off the bed.
“Don’t worry, kisses between girls are very pure, completely without any lust, and won’t taint your chastity,” Liu Xiaoyu chuckled. Seeing that He Jihong remained silent, she nudged her again and whispered in her ear,
"I feel like you're not very good at kissing. Don't you already have a boyfriend?"
He Jihong sighed softly, turned around, and wrapped her arms around Liu Xiaoyu's neck, tears streaming down her face.
"I knew something was wrong, that's why I came to comfort you. Tell me slowly." Liu Xiaoyu also hugged He Jihong, gently stroking her face, neck, shoulders, and chest...
"Take this off, it's hurting me..." He Jihong pointed to the silver cross hanging on Liu Xiaoyu's chest, "I broke up with Qin Tian. But I found that I still like him a little..."
"Poor thing..." Liu Xiaoyu took off the cross and placed it beside her pillow.
"I should have been nicer to him... When he hugged me for the last time today, I actually had that kind of desire... I've never felt this way before..." He Jihong completely lost her usual calm and elegance, becoming like a lost little girl who was completely bewildered.
“Yes, that’s your problem. You’re always so reserved, so used to refusing, so used to suppressing your desires.” Liu Xiaoyu adopted a knowing air, while stroking He Jihong’s skin.
“Look, God has been so kind to you, giving you such a beautiful face, figure, and temperament. That’s why you’re so proud.”
“No, no…” He Jihong weakly protested, “I just feel like the person I’m waiting for hasn’t appeared yet…”
“God didn’t create beautiful women without a purpose, but so that they could be loved by men.” Liu Xiaoyu’s hand lingered on He Jihong’s firm breasts. He Jihong didn’t mind Liu Xiaoyu touching her body. The girls in her dormitory often showered together, and it was common for them to scrub each other’s backs, so they were already familiar with each other’s bodies. Some of the mischievous girls would even playfully touch each other’s sensitive areas.
“Hey, what are you doing?” He Jihong couldn’t help but laugh when she saw Liu Xiaoyu pinching her nipples.
“Didn’t I say I’d give you a massage? Your desires have been suppressed for too long, and the pent-up emotions inside your body can have harmful effects. I’ll help you release that fire.”
“What kind of fire release is this? It’s just adding fuel to the fire.” He Jihong’s nipples were already subtly erect under her thin nightgown. “Don’t expect me to put on an orgasm for you to enjoy.”
“No, hehe.” Liu Xiaoyu giggled. “Men only need to ejaculate to solve the problem, but women need to take it slow. My massage technique can help you relieve stress and release that fire effortlessly, it’s very comfortable. Be good, spread your legs a little wider…”
As she spoke, she sat up and slipped one hand under He Jihong’s nightgown, stroking upwards along her thigh… He Jihong instinctively closed her legs.
“Listen to me, we’re both girls, why are you so shy? I’ll only massage you from the outside of your pants, I promise I won’t go inside, okay?” As she spoke, Liu Xiaoyu stroked He Jihong’s bare thighs back and forth. Tiny beads of sweat glistened on her cool, silky skin.
"Don't always think sex is dirty and disgusting. Sex is the most beautiful temptation in the world, a gift from God to women… You should learn to enjoy the pleasure of sex…"
Liu Xiaoyu's seductive voice seemed to have a hypnotic power. Under her constant persuasion and caresses, He Jihong's consciousness began to blur, as if she were in a fog. Her strong, long thighs gradually parted… Driven by youthful desire, He Jihong's genitals quickly emitted a unique fragrance characteristic of virgins. Seeing that the time was ripe, Liu Xiaoyu leaned down, her left hand gently pressing on He Jihong's raised mons pubis, her palm making circular motions. The thin fabric of her panties rubbed against the thick pubic hair, making a soft rustling sound. Then, Liu Xiaoyu used her right thumb to press on the small, hardened protruding fleshy spot on the girl's external genitalia, the movement so gentle it was almost imperceptible. Her index and middle fingers slid back and forth along the groove in the middle of He Jihong's swollen and full vulva, while her little fingertip intentionally or unintentionally touched her anus from time to time...
Under Liu Xiaoyu's skillful and almost magical caresses, He Jihong, who had no sexual experience, felt as if she were drunk, listless and without any strength; or as if her whole body was soaking in a hot spring, a pleasant pleasure was gently spreading from her lower body along every pore to her limbs, like the spring mist, enveloping her body drop by drop, swallowing her consciousness.
Just as Liu Xiaoyu said, the indescribable tension and repression that had long accumulated in He Jihong's body was being gently released through Liu Xiaoyu's skillful finger movements, disappearing without a trace. She felt incredibly comfortable all over, never having felt so refreshed.
A completely new experience.
The first thing He Jihong saw when she opened her eyes the next morning was a small silver cross next to her pillow.
[VI]
The deafening rock music, the adrenaline-pumping heavy metal rhythms, the rotating light spheres on the ceiling emitting ever-changing beams of light, mixed with the scents of alcohol, tobacco, perfume, and sweat, sealed this large disco into a bizarre and psychedelic space isolated from reality. In this space, everyone would find their lost self in the city through wild dancing; in this space, time did not exist; in this space, anything was possible; in this space, life became death, and reality became absurdity…
“He Jihong, you look so sexy today! How come I can’t pull off this look?” Liu Xiaoyu shouted as she danced.
“Really? But I didn’t dress up intentionally!” He Jihong shouted back. She was indeed dressed very simply today, wearing a high-waisted black tight-fitting sports top and low-waisted leggings. Her long hair was all tied up on her head, and her bare, snow-white waist and abdomen displayed unparalleled sexy vitality in her dance moves, her small and delicate navel particularly endearing. The tight-fitting stretch pants perfectly outlined the curves of her abdomen, thighs, and hips.
"He Jihong, you dance so well! Where did you learn?" another girl asked, leaning closer. He Jihong simply smiled elegantly. Unconsciously, she had easily become the center of attention at the party, with her innate allure. All the desire of the men and the despair of the women in the entire dance hall were focused on her. Yet she remained carefree, laughing, shouting, dancing, twisting, and spinning to the rhythm of the music, as if an inexhaustible fire of youth was burning fiercely within her virgin body… However
, even in the most intoxicating moments, the dancing girl felt that a pair of eyes never left her.
Che Guevara's eyes.
Zhuang Zhou, still wearing a commemorative T-shirt with Che Guevara's image, seemed somewhat out of place in this labyrinth of rock music, alcohol, and the bodies of young women. Like everyone else, he was dancing, drinking, and laughing loudly, but he seemed somewhat lonely and detached.
She felt that Zhuang Zhou's eyes were somewhat similar to the eyes of Che Guevara on his shirt.
He Jihong had thought Zhuang Zhou would use this opportunity to make a final confession to her, using the most sincere and moving words to sway her. She had even prepared a set of words to say. Unexpectedly, from the start of the party, Zhuang Zhou barely spoke to her, instead becoming very close with Liu Xiaoyu, Wang Yanping, and several other girls, constantly making them laugh.
The proud girl felt inexplicably disappointed. Amidst the frenzied drumbeats, she occasionally glanced at Che Guevara's figure in the surging crowd…
After the disco, they went to a karaoke room together. A large color screen, a dim and ambiguous illusion, some poignant lyrics, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality.
He Jihong was also pulled into singing a few English songs. Although her singing wasn't very professional, it had a certain charm. Zhuang Zhou listened with particular rapt attention, not even noticing his empty glass.
Just as she was singing happily, a tingling vibration suddenly ran through her thigh. He Jihong then remembered that she had her phone in her inner pocket.
The small screen displayed her father's office phone number.
He Jihong couldn't help but feel a little strange. Her father rarely called her. She immediately realized that her father might have something important to tell her. She apologized to her friends and quickly ran outside to answer the phone.
"Daughter, are you alright?" Her father's worried voice came through the static noise.
"I'm fine, playing with my classmates," He Jihong asked curiously, "Dad, what's wrong?"
"Your boyfriend..." her father hesitated, "Is his name Qin Tian?"
Hearing this name, He Jihong suddenly felt a sting in her heart. She didn't know why her father would suddenly ask this. She remembered that her parents didn't approve of her relationship with Qin Tian, but they had never interfered.
“Yes, but I’ve already broken up with him. What happened?”
“Oh, it’s like this. I saw the police report; it said that someone found a… uh, a body on the river early this morning.” Her father coughed. “After confirmation, the deceased was named Qin Tian, a student at a certain university. I immediately thought of your boyfriend…”
“…” He Jihong was speechless for a moment, feeling as if something was blocking her throat.
“Jihong, are you listening?” her father asked anxiously.
“I am listening… Qin Tian… his death… was an accident, right?” Her voice trembled. She was terrified of hearing a negative answer.
“It seems so for now. They said the cause of death was likely an accidental fall into the water after drinking. Oh, you’ve broken up, so this has little to do with you.” Her father’s voice sounded a little lighter. “But out of humanitarian concern, you should still offer your condolences to his family. Are his parents home?”
“Yes… I’ll go when I have time these next couple of days…” He Jihong said mechanically. Her father gave her a few more instructions about not staying out too late, and then hung up.
Qin Tian was dead.
The boy who loved her, hugged her, kissed her hair and cheeks, made her angry, washed the dishes for her, and secretly enjoyed smelling the scent of her soiled underwear was dead.
Gone. Vanished. Gone.
After their breakup by the river, He Jihong had considered getting back together with Qin Tian and starting over. After all, he wasn't that bad.
But she would never have that chance again.
He Jihong didn't know how she got back to that noisy KTV room. The people inside were still singing, laughing, and fooling around. Several girls were pestering Zhuang Zhou to tell dirty jokes. Liu Xiaoyu, with her breasts half-exposed and eyes full of affection, was practically glued to Zhuang Zhou's face. He Jihong suddenly felt that they had nothing to do with these people anymore. She even didn't understand why she was in this place.
Especially when Qin Tian was lying naked under a white sheet in a large metal cabinet in a sub-zero morgue filled with steaming dry ice.
"He Jihong, where have you been? Come here right now!" As soon as He Jihong entered, Liu Xiaoyu stood up, holding a small piece of paper and shouting, "Zhuang Zhou just gave us a psychological test to determine who's a virgin, it's very accurate. We've all done it, you should try it too, listen carefully—" She was about to read the words on the paper. Zhuang Zhou seemed to want to stop her, trying to snatch the paper away and tell her to stop fooling around. But Liu Xiaoyu ignored him and didn't even look at He Jihong's reaction, continuing to read loudly:
"If, under extremely unavoidable circumstances, you would rather your boyfriend see your: (a) anus; (b) feces. Which would you choose?"
Everyone present looked at He Jihong, waiting for her answer.
"You have ten seconds, answer quickly."
"Stop messing around! The person is dead, stop messing around!" This was all He Jihong wanted to say. She just wanted to shout it out. But in fact, she said nothing at all. She walked pale-faced through the crowd, sleepwalking to a table. Unconsciously, she picked up a can of beer, yanked off the cap, and poured it down her throat.
A deathly silence fell. Everyone stared in disbelief. Liu Xiaoyu's mouth hung open, unable to close. Even Zhuang Zhou seemed astonished.
Three empty beer cans quickly appeared on the table in front of He Jihong. She reached for a fourth can, but a hand grabbed her outstretched wrist.
"Don't drink anymore. I'll take you home."
The man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible force, like the cold hand gripping her wrist.
He Jihong looked up, staring blankly at Zhuang Zhou, as if she had never seen him before. After a long while, tears seemed to well up in her eyes.
In the quiet, dimly lit corridor of the dance hall, He Jihong insisted that Zhuang Zhou not support her. But after only a few steps, she stumbled and collapsed softly into the man's arms. Zhuang Zhou reached under her armpit, the back of his hand brushing lightly against her firm breasts. This vague sensation gave her a false sense of security.
"Wait here for me," He Jihong said, her lower abdomen aching as she approached the door, indicating she needed to use the restroom. She rushed into a stall, closed the door, pulled down her pants, and instead of sitting down, bent over, sticking out her full, white buttocks in a rather unladylike position towards the toilet. This was an old habit of hers when using public restrooms. Instantly, a stream of clear, pale yellow urine shot out from her lower body, striking the toilet bowl with a crisp sound…
She splashed cold water on her face at the sink. A dignified and pretty face appeared in the mirror. It was somewhat pale and haggard, and the joy and confidence of her past had diminished considerably. The girl began to realize that youth wasn't as beautiful as it seemed. The trap of death was everywhere, and life could end at any moment.
"You're starting to grow up, girl," she said to the person in the mirror. "Everything will be alright when it gets light."
She didn't notice that in the row of stalls reflected in the mirror, a door that had been closed suddenly moved, revealing a crack, and something inside gleamed with a dim, eerie light.
When she came out of the restroom, Zhuang Zhou noticed that He Jihong's face had regained some of its former spiritedness. That was precisely what captivated him most about the girl.
Although her eyes were still a little hazy, her steps were light and steady, and she no longer needed his support.
After getting into the car, Zhuang Zhou suggested taking a drive first, saying he wanted to see the city's night view one last time before leaving. Seeing that He Jihong didn't react in any particular way, he started the engine:
"Hold on tight, this car accelerates very quickly."
The high-end Mitsubishi sports car smoothly drove onto Binjiang Avenue. The engine was very quiet. You could hardly feel any vibration.
Zhuang Zhou was a very skilled driver, weaving left and right through the heavy traffic, constantly changing lanes. The speed increased...
"Are you scared?" Zhuang Zhou asked.
"What's there to be scared of?" He Jihong turned her head and glanced at him, "I didn't realize you were such a skilled driver."
"I wouldn't call myself a skilled driver," Zhuang Zhou chuckled, "You like cars too?" "
Yes. It's a pity I can't afford a car right now. Once I have a job and save enough money, I'll buy a sports car, even better than yours." He Jihong's expression at this moment was like that of a little girl dreaming of a Christmas present.
"It will happen, it will happen..." Zhuang Zhou murmured, then suddenly asked, "Why didn't Zhang Jingling from your dorm come today?"
"I had made plans with her," He Jihong calmly watched Zhuang Zhou's reaction, "Maybe something came up at home."
"Maybe." Zhuang Zhou turned on the car stereo. "I think you're acting a little different today."
"Really? Hey, have you noticed that motorcycle has been following us for a long time?" He Jihong glanced back.
"I saw it." Zhuang Zhou grunted. "Whatever it is, let's get on it." "He slammed on the gas pedal and jerked the steering wheel sharply. The car roared in protest as it drove onto the bridge spanning the river. Rows of bridge piers stretched neatly into the water. The dark river water churned beneath the bridge, drawing a large arc across the fields to the east before silently merging into the sea.
As the car sped up, the city and its lights were gradually left behind on the other side. Ahead lay endless uncertainty. He Jihong felt a strange excitement. A passion for adventure, inherited from her parents, flowed in her blood, a passion that had been suppressed for far too long. The large cross atop the church on the opposite bank was now clearly visible. He Jihong suddenly remembered something—a very important question.
But the thought was fleeting; she couldn't concentrate on it at the moment.
"What music are you playing? I don't think I've heard it before." He Jihong opened the window a little, letting in the cool evening air.
"Never heard it before? Oh, you probably haven't. Tell me, how did you feel after listening to it?" “
There are no lyrics…and the melody is simple, but it has a sense of vicissitude, a very masculine charm,” the girl mused. “It’s like the state of mind one has reached after experiencing countless hardships and seeing through the illusions of the world.”
“That’s right. It’s the theme song of an old Japanese movie. It was popular in the late 1970s, when you were just born, so you naturally wouldn’t remember it.”
“Really? Then I’ll have to find it and watch it. Do you have a DVD of this movie at home?” He Jihong asked with interest.
As the long, drawn-out song played, the car drove off the bridge, past the church, and onto a winding, branching path. Whenever the car reached a fork in the road, Zhuang Zhou would choose a direction without hesitation, showing great familiarity with the area. They were already far from the city center, and the surrounding environment and scenery were becoming increasingly desolate. The streetlights were dwindling, and the road surface was becoming narrower and rougher, with small stones occasionally hitting the car body from the wheels. There were no sidewalks on either side of the road, only rows of trees whose names he didn’t know.
“We’ve arrived!” Zhuang Zhou parked the car in front of a solitary little villa. Its black silhouette looked mysterious in the night. He Jihong got out of the car and looked back; the road they had come from was devoid of light and life, only a chaotic, cosmic void.
"Come in," Zhuang Zhou said from the doorway steps. The door was already ajar.
[Seven]
"I never imagined there would be a place like this in our city," He Jihong said, looking around under the crystal chandelier. "Do you usually live here?"
"No, this is a family heirloom. I only come here occasionally for a few days, especially when I want to be alone."
It was a large room. Elegant teak floors. A marble fireplace. A rather worn leather sofa. Three shelves filled with books. An open laptop on a cluttered desk. A large, detailed map of the city hung on the wall. Everything was almost as she had imagined. 　　"Oh, so this is your villa? You really know how to enjoy life." 　　"Yes, you could say that. It's a bit messy inside, please sit
wherever you like ." "Want something to drink?" 　　"Beer." 　　"You've already had a lot." 　　"Nonsense, what I drank wasn't enough to quench my thirst." He Jihong smiled sweetly. 　　Zhuang Zhou went out through another door. He Jihong walked to the window, pulled back the thick curtains, and looked outside. There was a small grove of trees outside. Through the gaps in the dark branches, she could see the shimmering waves on the distant river, and the white contrail left by a passing boat. 　　As soon as she entered, He Jihong noticed that the building's structure was perfectly symmetrical. One half seemed like a mirror image of the other. 　　"What are you looking at?" Zhuang Zhou came in with two bottles of beer and saw He Jihong looking at a map on the wall. 　　"I want to know where we are now." He Jihong crossed her arms. 　　"Here." Zhuang Zhou pointed to a map behind her. He Jihong noticed for the first time that his hands were long, slender, and fair, somewhat like a woman's. She casually took the glass Zhuang Zhou offered her and took a sip: 　　"Hey, what kind of beer is this? It smells like formaldehyde. Did you use the morgue as a refrigerator?" 　　"Do medical students fear formaldehyde?" Zhuang Zhou raised his glass to her. "Cheers to formaldehyde—you look so handsome when you drink." 　　There was an open Bible on the desk, the page turned to a passage from the Book of Revelation. There was no cross in the room. Nor were there any plastic skeleton models. 　　Everything was pretty much as she had expected. 　　She felt Zhuang Zhou come very close behind her. Part of his body even brushed against her buttocks. 　　"When did you first know I was Watson?" Zhuang Zhou asked. "Was it when you said you wanted to see me?"

“No, I only had some guesses back then.” He Jihong took an elegant sip of her drink. “It was just now at the karaoke bar, when you said you'd take me home, that I became completely certain you were Hua Sheng.”
“That’s why you followed me all the way here without ever asking why I brought you here.” Zhuang Zhou gestured for her to sit on the sofa, then raised his glass to her again, continuing,
“Actually, there’s no suspense here. First and foremost, of course, is to make love to you.”
Hearing this, He Jihong didn’t react much, only raising her slender eyebrows slightly as she continued to sip her drink in an extremely sensual manner.
“We will make love here.” Zhuang Zhou emphasized the word “we.”
“You seem very confident that I will definitely make love to you?” He Jihong glanced at him and continued drinking.
“It’s not about whether I’m confident or not, it’s just that it’s a given. Things have already been arranged this way.”
“Who arranged it?” He Jihong immediately said, “I don’t think you or anyone else have the right to arrange this kind of thing for me.”
“Of course not me, and not anyone else. We are all atheists, so of course it wasn’t arranged by God. I mean, things are just like this, it’s already there.”
“I don’t quite understand?” He Jihong twirled the cup in her hand, “When you were Watson, you spoke quite logically.”
“This is indeed difficult to express in words. Have you read Borges’s short story ‘The Garden of Forking Paths’? If you have, it will be easier to understand this issue. Borges believed that time has countless series, diverging, converging, and parallel times weaving an ever-growing, intricate web. The network woven from times that approach each other, diverge, intersect, or never interfere with each other contains all possibilities. Most of the time, we do not exist; at some times, you exist but I do not; at other times, I exist but you do not; and at still other times, you and I both exist… Are you listening?”
“Go ahead and speak, I’m listening,” He Jihong said softly, her beautiful, misty eyes sparkling.
“In his words, every fork in the road of time contains infinite possibilities, leading to countless futures. At some point in the past, we were chatting online; at this moment, we’re drinking together; at the next moment, we’ll be making love. And at some point in the future, we will disappear.”
“The future certainly contains all possibilities, but at each fork, we can only choose once. Right now, once you make your choice, I have no choice left, is that right?” He Jihong’s calm voice was devoid of emotion.
“You can still choose, but the result will be the same,” Zhuang Zhou’s answer revealed a hint of sorrow and helplessness.
“That won’t convince me; you’ll have to think of something else…” He Jihong stood up. Zhuang Zhou came to her. The girl gently placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. The man naturally wrapped his arms around her waist and hips.
Her hand was icy cold, but her body was incredibly warm.
“Qin Tian is dead… He was so young…” He Jihong looked down at her heaving breasts, “And we’re still alive…”
“When you become a doctor, you’ll face other people’s deaths every day. For doctors, life and death are commonplace, nothing special.”
Zhuang Zhou’s hand lingered on the fullest part of He Jihong’s buttocks, feeling its heat. “Someone once said that doctors and police officers are the only two professions where killing is legal.”
“But I’m a woman first, and then a doctor… A woman’s task is to create life, not the other way around.”
“No, you’re not a woman yet, at least not a complete woman, until a man has entered your body…”
“You’re so bad, seducing me…” He Jihong clenched her fists, as if to punch him, then suddenly said shyly, “…Do you really like me?”
“I’ve already told you.”
“But I like Watson, not you…” Before He Jihong could finish speaking, her sexy lips were kissed. The man’s tongue forcefully pushed into her mouth, kissing her. The girl’s fragrant tongue tried to dodge in panic, but there was nowhere to hide in the narrow mouth, and she could only helplessly be captured.
"Mmm...uh..." They mingled, rubbing and sucking against each other, an indescribably sweet sensation.
Zhuang Zhou's hand climbed up her smooth cleavage, resting on her highest point. At the same time, he tightened his arms around her waist. He Jihong felt something hard and erect pressing against her mons pubis, rubbing lightly and heavily. Each touch sent a tingling sensation she had never felt before, and her body went limp, pressing herself into his embrace.
The exploration between her legs sent a shiver down her spine, her legs parting and closing, the warm, moist breath of her valley visible even through her thin leggings...
"So wet already, only a virgin would be this sensitive," Zhuang Zhou whispered in her ear.
"Nonsense, I'm not..." He Jihong weakly protested.
Zhuang Zhou didn't speak, but simply removed his hand from He Jihong's crotch and placed it in front of her. His slender index and middle fingers were covered in a clear, sticky fluid, with a thin line hanging down between them.
Her short top was lifted high, revealing a black sports bra underneath. Her low-waisted leggings were also slowly slipping down, her alluring buttocks barely concealed...
"Wait, I have a call..." Suddenly, He Jihong broke free from the man's embrace and took her phone from her pocket.
"Never mind it..." Zhuang Zhou tried to pounce on her again, but He Jihong nimbly dodged while answering the phone, simultaneously gesturing for him to be quiet.
"Jihong, it's me. Are you alright?" Liu Xiaoyu shouted from the other end.
"Xiaoyu, I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine."
"You scared us so much just now. Are you really alright?"
"I'm sorry for making you worry. Thank you." He Jihong said, trying to hang up.
"Hey, your voice sounds a bit off? Oh, I see, you're still with Zhuang the handsome guy... You little brat, playing the 'escape artist' game with us, huh? I'll tear your mouth apart tomorrow..."
"Don't talk nonsense..." He Jihong whispered while fending off Zhuang Zhou's relentless advances.
"Tell me honestly, how far have we gotten? What's left on you? Or are you completely naked? You're definitely naked, haha." Liu Xiaoyu suddenly laughed hysterically. "He's probably exploring your sensitive areas..." He Jihong didn't know what to say, so she simply hung up.
"Sorry, I think I should go." He Jihong put away her phone, hurriedly straightened her disheveled clothes, and glanced at Zhuang Zhou: "Could you give me a ride? Just across the river, it'll be hard to get a taxi here."
"Oh, you're leaving already? I thought you'd stay overnight." Zhuang Zhou seemed indifferent, but his eyes never left her body.
Eyes like Che Guevara's.
"Hey, don't look at me like that, okay? You've seen women before." He Jihong took off her hair clip and tidied her hair that was falling over her forehead, blushing as she said, "You almost succeeded just now... Look how messed up my hair, hmph... Give me some more time, I'm not ready yet..."
"Okay, let's go."
Zhuang Zhou remained calm. The two had only taken two steps towards the door when suddenly all the lights went out. Quickly, a towel soaked in strong anesthetic was placed over He Jihong's mouth and nose. She struggled a few times in her panic before collapsing unconscious.
[Eight]
Suddenly, candlelight appeared in the darkness.
The girl's warm, soft body was carried on the man's not-so-broad shoulders. In his left hand, Zhuang Zhou held a three-legged metal candlestick with three burning candles.
On the pure silver candlestick, the three deathly white candles were weeping.
He walked down the stairs step by step in the darkness, holding the candlestick, his face flickering in the candlelight.
In a dimly lit room, Zhuang Zhou threw He Jihong onto a large Simmons mattress and placed the candlestick on the bedside table.
Bathed in candlelight, the girl appeared peaceful and serene, as if fast asleep, completely unaware that the man's dark desires were thoroughly consuming her.
Zhuang Zhou patted He Jihong's face twice, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his own face, which had previously been as pale and dull as a rubber mask. He bent down and lifted He Jihong's top high, then pushed up the cups of her sports bra.
A pair of firm breasts, freed from their restraints, eagerly sprang out, trembling slightly under the man's gaze. Zhuang Zhou gently stroked her nipples twice. The two small red beans, which had been limp, immediately stood erect, rising and falling with the girl's even breathing. He grasped her breasts and kneaded them vigorously, squeezing them almost out of shape. He Jihong seemed to groan, her brows furrowing and a look of pain appearing on her face, but she still did not wake up.
He lifted her buttocks, pulled down her trousers, and spread her legs wide.
The girl was left with only a red thong. The narrow crotch could barely cover her most private parts. On both sides of her crotch, fine pubic hair and a small portion of her delicate labia were exposed. There was a small, noticeable wet patch in the middle of her crotch. This proved that his passionate kisses and caresses had indeed occurred.
After a moment's thought, Zhuang Zhou turned He Jihong's body over. He grabbed her wrists and tied her hands behind her back with a rope. The unconscious girl remained motionless, allowing him to do as he pleased.
After binding He Jihong, Zhuang Zhou bent down and pulled the narrow piece of cloth that was deeply embedded in the girl's buttocks to the side, then forcefully spread her smooth, firm buttocks apart, carefully examining her anus in the candlelight. He Jihong's anus was light brown, small and delicate, and very clean. A ring of inward-contracting folds, with a small black mole and a few scattered fine hairs, added an unexpected touch of wildness. He couldn't help but kiss it. The girl hadn't showered that day, and there was a faint, unpleasant odor, enough to arouse any man's desire.
Her body was turned over again. Zhuang Zhou sat cross-legged between He Jihong's spread legs, wantonly playing with and teasing her with his fingers. The wet patch on the girl's panties grew larger, and a trickle of fluid slowly seeped out. She kept shaking her head, panting and moaning, as if she was in great pain. She finally opened her eyes. The strong anesthetic had left her mind blank for a moment; she couldn't remember where she was or what had happened, only mechanically allowing her body to instinctively display the physiological reactions inherent in women under the man's manipulation.
Seeing He Jihong wake up, Zhuang Zhou didn't speak, but instead pinched her pink cheeks hard. He Jihong passively opened her mouth, not knowing what he was going to do. Zhuang Zhou put his fingers, covered in He Jihong's love fluid, into her mouth. He Jihong reflexively sucked a few times, tasting a sour and slightly salty flavor.
Soon, the fingers were replaced by a thick, fleshy object, hot and hard, which was forcibly shoved into her mouth, filling her sexy little mouth bulging. Still groggy, He Jihong only vaguely sensed that the object was part of a man's body, but couldn't recall what it was. Instinctively, she tried to spit it out, but the object began to thrust rapidly in her mouth, pounding against her throat. She felt waves of nausea, so uncomfortable she wanted to vomit.
The object finally left the girl's mouth. He Jihong immediately leaned over the bed, dry heaving, but nothing came out.
Clear tears streamed down her face. She realized she was being raped.
"Let me go, you're crazy!" Now fully conscious, He Jihong desperately twisted her almost naked body, her pair of snow-white breasts shaking violently.
Zhuang Zhou expressionlessly picked up He Jihong's bra, wiped away the tears, saliva, and sweat from her face, then tossed it aside, coldly watching her.
“Why did you do this, you madman! Let me go now, and maybe I’ll forgive you!”
“You’ll know why I did this. But I’ll never forgive myself.” With that, Zhuang Zhou approached her step by step, like a Nazi German tank in the autumn of 1944 coldly closing in on the isolated and helpless Warsaw Uprising. His erect penis, like a tank turret, was already aimed at its target.
“Don’t come any closer!” He Jihong cowered in terror, retreating to the corner of the bed, her expression like a deer trapped in a snare.
She had nowhere to retreat, nowhere to hide.
What frightened her most was that his mind was blank. She couldn’t see any expression in his eyes, not even the frenzied lust typical of a rapist.
She tried to kick him, but he grabbed her ankles and pinned her down. She struggled desperately, and although she had no strength left, her struggles caused him considerable trouble.
Suddenly, He Jihong froze, all movement ceasing. Because she saw a gleaming, sharp blade suddenly appear in Zhuang Zhou’s hand. Reason told her she couldn't risk her life by resisting.
A cold blade pressed against her neck, gently scraping her skin; slowly moving downwards, millimeter by millimeter, like a plow tilling uncultivated virgin land.
She almost screamed, for she saw the tip of the blade tracing circles around her nipple. Her whole body tensed, too afraid to move. A strong urge to urinate surged through her.
The knife, pressed against her flat stomach, grazed past her navel and slipped into the top edge of her panties, then lifted vertically upwards. The already tight thong sank even deeper into He Jihong's crotch. A strange, tingling sensation made her tremble uncontrollably. But this feeling didn't last long. The blade gently severed the drawstring of her panties.
Her secret garden was finally exposed before him.
In stark contrast to her pretty face and delicate, fair skin, He Jihong's pubic hair was exceptionally thick, forming a complete, jet-black inverted triangle covering her raised mons pubis and extending down her full labia majora to her anus.
Her vulva was very well-developed; combined with years of physical exercise, her two brownish-red labia majora appeared very full and thick, remaining tightly closed even when her legs were spread, forming a perfect slit. Her
pink clitoris protruded slightly at the top of the slit, while her labia minora were almost completely hidden.
"Don't move unless you want to hurt yourself," Zhuang Zhou warned her in a cold, metallic voice.
The thin blade continued its movement. She felt a chilling sharpness parting her pubic hair. As the knife tip approached her clitoris, she almost screamed, but it carefully avoided that most sensitive spot, sliding down her labia majora, past her anus, and then slowly into the crevice of her vulva… In extreme tension and fear, the girl's nerves could no longer hold, and a stream of clear urine suddenly gushed out, hitting the man's hands and face…
“Don’t hurt me…please…” He Jihong cried, tears streaming down her face.
“I told you, you are the judge’s daughter, and I am the son of a criminal. Remember?” Zhuang Zhou’s penis pressed against He Jihong’s vulva, and she felt the hot, throbbing shaft.
“I’ve been waiting. Nine years ago, your father sentenced a defendant to death in court. The person your judge father sentenced to death was my father. But my father was innocent! He was framed! Your father, that esteemed judge, knew this perfectly well. At that time, I swore to take revenge.”
“You not only want to rape me, but you also want to kill me, is that it?” He Jihong suddenly regained her usual composure.
“Yes. But not for that reason. Remember that triangle?”
“Did you kill all three girls?”
“I can’t be sure. Maybe it was me, maybe it was him.”
“Who is he?”
“Another me. He and I share one body. We have separate personalities. I don’t even know which one of us is talking to you right now.”
“You’re crazy, completely crazy. Let me go, I’ll go to the hospital with you.” He Jihong spoke calmly, with pity and compassion.
“Maybe I am crazy. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that he drew that triangle. And I added a fourth vertex to that triangle, and a perfect cross appeared. You, my angel, will be nailed to that cross.”
“Why does it have to be me?” He Jihong burst into tears.
“Because I love you. You were chosen, silly girl.” Zhuang Zhou picked up He Jihong’s underwear, which was lying to the side, and wiped away her tears.
“But I’m still young, I don’t want to die…”
“You will not die. You will live forever at any point in time and space. All who believe in me will have eternal life.” After Zhuang Zhou finished speaking, he leaned down and kissed the girl’s lips, his waist beginning to thrust forward.
The Nazi tanks of 1944 started their engines, going all out. The lonely insurgent hiding in the Warsaw street bulwark felt the ground tremble. He was destined to be crushed along with his bulwark and his city.
His penis slowly but firmly penetrated her vagina. Fear and pain made He Jihong scream shrilly. Zhuang Zhou casually grabbed He Jihong’s panties and stuffed them into her sexy mouth. The thong fabric was already very thin, just enough to completely fill her mouth. The girl’s screams disappeared, turning into low whimpers and sobs.
Her vagina was very warm, like a mother’s embrace. However, it was somewhat dry. He did not feel the obstruction of the hymen during his penetration. Nevertheless, he still believed she was a virgin. After a dozen or so thrusts, her vagina was already somewhat wet. She wasn't in as much pain as before.
He could clearly feel the changes in her body. Her eyes grew increasingly hazy, and a blush crept onto her face. The moans, muffled by her panties, began to carry a hint of coquettishness. More and more of her vaginal fluid flowed out, forming a clear stream that slowly trickled down to her recessed anus, creating a small, wriggling pool.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for her. He would definitely treat her better next time. If there was a next time.
He continued to thrust forcefully, as if each thrust was meant to pierce the woman beneath him.
The cannonball was already loaded; the target had been in the scope for a long time.
His hands gripped the girl's neck like vises. Gradually, he tightened…
the cannonball fired. Waves of scalding semen pounded against the vaginal walls, reaching the cervix. The barrier instantly turned to ashes in the flames.
She climaxed while suffocating, she released herself while on the verge of death. Her vaginal fluid gushed forth, an unparalleled pleasure.
In her fading vision, she saw his face, as cold as an SS officer's. And Che Guevara's compassionate eyes.
This was the last sight she would ever see in this world.
[Nine]
Under the operating lights, He Jihong lay naked on an autopsy table, seemingly asleep.
Zhuang Zhou, wearing a white coat and a mask, was intently working on her lower body.
[Ten]
A beam of flashlight swept across the darkness, stopping at a large cylindrical glass jar. The jar was filled with a yellow liquid. A fleshy mass was submerged in it.
Suddenly, the person holding the flashlight gasped in shock. He saw clearly that it was a complete set of female external genitalia. From the mons pubis to the anus, every part was intact, so tender and shiny, as if it were still growing on a living person. The thick tuft of pubic hair seemed to be swaying slightly in the formalin solution.
Its owner must have been a beautiful and charming young girl in life.
A label was attached to the outside of the glass jar, which read "Judge's Daughter".
The lights suddenly came on. The man with the flashlight turned around in alarm. He held a short stick in his other hand.
Several large glass cabinets, each taller than a person, were also in the room. Each cabinet contained a anatomical specimen of a young woman. They were exquisitely crafted and lifelike.
"Coach Hong, what brings you here today?"
Zhuang Zhou, still wearing his white coat, stood at the door, his mask removed.
"You...where is He Jihong?!" Hong Sen demanded sharply, his facial muscles trembling under the light.
"How would I know? Am I here to watch over your Miss He?" Zhuang Zhou shrugged.
“I knew you were up to no good when you took her away from the nightclub last night. I followed you the whole time, but I still lost you halfway there… Tell me, what did you do to her?”
“Old Hong, didn’t you always say you wanted to see He Jihong’s pussy, that you were crazy about it?” Zhuang Zhou laughed strangely. “Look, it’s in that bottle, the real deal. Don’t be shy, enjoy it.”
Hong Sen shuddered, and the stick in his hand fell to the ground. He turned back and looked at the glass jar carefully again: “God, this really is Jihong’s… You killed her! I’m too late… Come on, let’s go to the police station, you murderer!”
“Haha, you recognized her? This girl’s pussy is pretty good, isn’t it, Old Hong! You can look as long as you want here, no more risking hiding in the women’s restroom to peep!” Zhuang Zhou took a step forward, but Hong Sen took a step back because he saw a pistol appear in Zhuang Zhou’s hand.
“Have you seen enough?” Zhuang Zhou raised the pistol, aimed carefully, and pulled the trigger.
[XI]
Anatomy Room on the Top Floor of the Medical School Experimental Building.
Zhuang Zhou pushed a hearse in. He used a key to open a sliding door on the floor against the wall.
A strong smell of formaldehyde hit him.
Zhuang Zhou threw the two corpses, a man and a woman, stacked together on the cart into the immersion pool. The bodies sank for a moment, then floated back up. He Jihong's face and upper body were at the top.
Zhuang Zhou used a large hook to turn He Jihong's body over. Then he closed the sliding door and locked it again.
In a clean white porcelain basin, Zhuang Zhou carefully washed his hands, which were as white as a woman's, under the tap.
He went up to the rooftop, walked to the edge of the low concrete wall, and lit a cigarette.
The sky in the distance was already beginning to lighten.

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