Falling into darkness

The high-pitched, rousing rock music swept through the venue like a whirlwind. Hundreds of men and women, crammed like sardines in a crowded can, contorted their bodies, waved their arms, and rubbed against each other to the beat of the drums and the changing lights. Everyone was in a hypnotic state, their faces flushed, their eyes glazed, and their expressions excited, like a pack of dogs on aphrodisiacs, only able to release their excess energy through these unconscious convulsions.
Their excitement mostly came from the small stage in the center of the venue.
It was a high platform surrounded by a fiber mesh. The lead dancer had an astonishingly good figure, and her attire was equally astonishing. She wore a high-stretch, semi-transparent white lingerie outfit that perfectly accentuated her slender, tall figure, revealing large expanses of her snow-white chest. Her hips were so tight that only a thin strip of fabric remained. Even women couldn't help but fantasize about Feifei. Her dance was professional, unrestrained, and exaggerated, full of erotic tension and allure. Even more strangely, she was bound with delicate shackles around her neck, wrists, and ankles, five thin silver chains bundled together and connecting to the dark ceiling.
Every movement of the woman's dance caused the silver chains to jingle and fly around.
The half-naked dancer in shackles was like a puppet on strings, eerie, bewitching, and full of infinite magic from the darkness.
The music reached its climax, and the dancer, driving the atmosphere to its peak, was drenched in sweat. Her beautiful skin glowed with a captivating sheen, and her lingerie clung to her body, revealing her dark, sensitive areas under the bright lights. The men began to howl, countless hands scratching at the fabric, countless filthy, lewd gazes and thoughts mentally raping the solitary dancer countless times.
The dancer seemed oblivious, as if in a wilderness, still brimming with passion. The spotlight shone on her face, revealing an angelic face, untouched by worldly dust, like a fallen spirit. In
the second-floor box, facing the stage,
was a tranquil world, completely different from the main hall.
A refined-looking middle-aged man stood before a one-way glass window, intently watching the lead dancer's passionate performance. His eyes, like those of the many men in the room, radiated a crude and rude gaze. Judging from the reverent expressions of the several suited men standing around him, this man was undoubtedly an important figure.
The door to the box was gently pushed open. A bodyguard swiftly drew his gun, opened the door, exchanged a few words with the person outside, and walked to the man by the window, whispering, "Mr. Chen, you've arrived."
The middle-aged man gave a curt "hmm" without expression, then after a long pause, looked away, saying with a lingering satisfaction, "Damn, what a beauty. She makes me want to go and have my way with her right now."
The bodyguards didn't find anything wrong with their master's elegant attire coupled with his uncouth manner; instead, they all exchanged knowing, knowing smiles.
"Bring that dog in."
But it wasn't a dog brought in; it was a man—a disheveled man who looked like he hadn't slept, eaten, or bathed for ten days. Even his once sharp eyes were now clouded and murky; calling him a filthy dog wouldn't be an exaggeration.
The disheveled man was thrown in from outside, lying on the floor, still trembling, his hands shaking more violently than autumn leaves.
The middle-aged man frowned disdainfully and sneered, "Ah, a decorated police officer has graced us with his presence! Come, come, all of you come and pay your respects to our hero! He solved the biggest case in the city's history with his bare hands!"
The people laughed along with the middle-aged man's tone.
The disheveled man paid no attention to their laughter, struggling to lift his head, his empty eyes frantically scanning the room, as if searching for something.
The middle-aged man chuckled, "Officer Zhou, I understand you best."
He walked to the disheveled man, grabbed his tangled hair, and forcibly dragged him to the window. "Look," he said, "isn't this the woman you've been looking for, my beautiful Wei?"
Seeing the woman dancing so humiliatingly, the disheveled man trembled, finally managing a desperate roar: "Aaaaaah..." His heart-wrenching cry, like a cuckoo's lament, sent shivers down the spines of even the most ardent opponents present.
He pounded weakly against the windowpane, choking back sobs, tears streaming down his face. After a long while, he suddenly turned and hugged the middle-aged man's leg, kowtowing repeatedly, his head slamming against the floor with a resounding thud.
"Beg me? Sure, I love it when people beg me, hahaha."
The middle-aged man swaggered onto the sofa, tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, crushed it, and then lifted his foot up. "If you want to beg me, you'd better have the sincerity to do so. Come here, lick the sole of my shoe clean."
The down-on-his-luck man's face was extremely ugly; his bleeding dignity, like that cigarette butt, had been crushed to pieces.
The middle-aged man enjoyed watching his inner torment. He believed that even the hardest iron would melt under such hellish torture, let alone a person of flesh and blood.
Sure enough, the down-on-his-luck man moved, slowly crawling to his feet, closing his eyes, and sticking out his tongue.
In that instant, his face was suddenly struck violently by a hard object. The immense force propelled his entire body a meter away, half of his face swollen, the pain excruciating, and blood quickly seeped from the broken skin.
“You pig, don’t you even look in the mirror? Let me tell you, only a beauty like Wei would I make lick my feet. You haven’t tried it, have you? It feels so good.” The
middle-aged man grabbed the down-on-his-luck man by the collar and shook him violently. “Look at me, look at me! Do you know how your Wei serves me like a dog every day? I have people gang rape her, sell her, play with her ass! Let me tell you, your wife is no longer the innocent girl she once was. She’s just a whore, a plaything! Do you understand? A sex slave!”
The down-on-his-luck man rolled his eyes, his head swaying weakly.
“Why aren’t you angry? Where’s your courage? Where’s your dignity? Damn it, you piece of trash! You spineless wretch!”
The middle-aged man slapped the down-on-his-luck man’s face again and again. In his agitation, he clutched his chest and coughed loudly, a flash of pain crossing his face. The
down-on-his-luck man’s face was swollen like a leaky sandbag, blood splattering from his mouth and nostrils.
The middle-aged man pulled a pistol from his waistband, chambered a full magazine of gleaming yellow bullets, and tossed it in front of the down-on-his-luck man. "This is your gun. If you have the guts, shoot me again, and I promise I won't make things difficult for you, and I'll release that woman."
The down-on-his-luck man's fingers touched the gun; the familiar, cold metallic feel was like a cool spring flowing from his fingertips through his body. But he was too weak; the small pistol now felt incredibly heavy.
"Pick it up, you bastard."
The gun was raised, swaying frighteningly, and the man himself swayed like a willow in the wind.
He only raised it halfway before it slumped back down.
A smug smile spread across the middle-aged man's face, and the surrounding people relaxed their tense nerves.
In that instant, the down-on-his-luck man raised the gun again, his entire being radiating a sharp, razor-sharp light. His eyes narrowed into a single point, and the gun was firmly pointed at the middle-aged man's head. The trigger was pulled. In the blink of
an eye, he became a god, dominating the entire scene.
The bodyguards stared in disbelief, forgetting to draw their guns. The middle-aged man never expected that the man before him possessed such powerful mental strength, capable of activating the last flame of his life. Startled, he instinctively spread his arms, his pupils dilating.
The air seemed to freeze.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man burst into maniacal laughter, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, then coughing violently once more… Chapter One: A Deep Imprint The wheel of time turns back to that sweltering summer day a year ago.
Two naked bodies tumbled together on the bed. To be precise, a dark-skinned man was pressing against a dazzlingly white woman's body, his face flushed, breathing heavily. His hands, as if protecting a precious jewel, covered her full, delicate breasts, daring only to caress them lightly, afraid that the slippery little pigeons might slip away from his grasp. The woman's
classically beautiful face was half-hidden by her disheveled long hair. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she gently bit her lower lip. Two deep blushes rose on her normally fair cheeks.
Her expression was panicked, like a frightened fawn, too afraid to even embrace the man. She simply laid her slender arms outstretched, not daring to move.
Although the air conditioning was on in the small room, the temperature seemed even higher than outside.
The man twisted and turned for a while, then finally slumped down, pressing weakly against the woman's heaving body, his face full of defeat.
"Still no good, too dry, I can't get in."
The woman opened her starry eyes slightly, her face flushed, and said, "I don't know why, maybe I'm too nervous."
"How about I use my hands first, once they're wet..."
"No, don't use your hands, just thinking about it makes me feel... it makes me feel... dirty."
"I've washed my hands seven times with four different kinds of soap."
"That still won't work."
The man looked helplessly at the woman's breathtakingly beautiful face and said painfully, "It was the same last time, nothing worked, and I haven't succeeded even once. Boss, have pity on your little brother, can you relax your policies a bit?"
The woman couldn't help but chuckle, then immediately felt embarrassed and covered her face with her hands: "Pah, you're so frivolous, joking at a time like this."
The woman's smile, like a spring flower in full bloom, immediately dissolved the somewhat awkward atmosphere, and the man became even more excited, lowering his head to bite the woman's cherry lips. The woman seemed to enjoy this gesture, and very proactively offered a sweet kiss. Under the passionate intertwining of their tongues, a kind of aphrodisiac-like gas began to spread again, and both the man and the woman were panting heavily.
The man pressed his lips to the woman's soft skin, tracing her elegant curves down to her heaving breasts. Her bra wasn't large, but it was perfectly round and perky, especially her two pale pink nipples, as small as beans, which he couldn't resist touching.
He bit one of the nipples, gently rubbing it, and the woman beneath him trembled, murmuring incoherently, "Oh, no..."
Taking advantage of the woman's dazed state, the man secretly touched her slightly parted hips, pressing his middle finger into the crevice. Still dry, this result was a blow to the lustful man, leaving him utterly frustrated.
The woman discovered the man's little trick and was quite displeased. She twisted her body, breaking free from the man's hand, and said angrily,
"I told you not to use your hands, but you wouldn't listen. I'm angry!"
The man sat up silently, like a starving man facing a table full of delicious food but unable to eat, the unsatisfied feeling was extremely painful.
He was never good at dealing with women, his flirting skills were clumsy, and with this shy, still-virgin woman, he was completely at a loss. He dared not and would not use force, simply because he cherished this woman too much, loved her to the point of being willing to give his life for her.
Seeing the man's current pathetic state, the woman's heart softened. She hugged the man's neck and said softly, "Perhaps I won't be nervous on our wedding day."
The man smiled bitterly, kissed her, and said, "It's my fault... Actually, I'm already very satisfied with how good you are to me."
However, a voice inside him was anxiously shouting: I want you, I want you, I want you... The woman lowered her head, her soft black hair brushing against the man's chest. After a long silence, she sighed softly, "Is it really that hard?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know."
Her voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible: "How about, like last time...?"
"What else can we do? We have to do it this way."
But the woman didn't move, so the man had to take the initiative, taking one of her hands, soft and weak, and placing it next to his throbbing penis, gently grasping it.
Although the woman shyly buried her face in the man's arms, a playful look gradually appeared in her bright eyes. Strangely enough, the moment her slender hand grasped his penis, the previously limp member instantly rose and swelled rapidly, almost too large to be held.
The woman had been genuinely startled by this object for the first time, and even now she felt a little apprehensive. Could such a large thing really fit inside her?
Looking at the woman's shy expression, the man felt an overwhelming tenderness and held her soft body even tighter.
The woman's fingers formed a ring around his penis, rubbing it up and down. At first, it was slow, but as she got used to it, she gradually increased the speed. She was a clever woman and had already experienced it once; from the man's reaction, she naturally knew that speed would make him feel better. The sensation of rubbing that fleshy, increasingly hard member also stirred an inexplicable and strange feeling within her, more restless and uneasy than the man pressing against her and randomly poking at her entrance.
The penis trembled twice.
"Quick, quick, cover it."
The woman obediently placed her palm on the glans, clenching it tightly. Soon, the fleshy mass in her hand swelled, and with rhythmic opening and closing, gushes of fluid spurted out, covering her hand.
At the same time, the man lifted the woman's head and kissed her, a deep kiss, wild and passionate than ever before, wishing he could melt into her.
"Ah...so good."
Silence returned, and the two lay tightly embracing, without words or movement, quietly savoring the afterglow of their encounter.
Wei couldn't hear a voice thirstily calling out: I really want to leave a deep mark on your body.
His name was Zhou Wen, ID number 11748, an ordinary neighborhood security policeman.
Actually, he didn't have any ideals, just wanted to do his job well. He had no ambition, but he didn't understand why he always involuntarily offended his superiors. Although he was brave and capable, and could practically leave doors unlocked at night in his district, his performance evaluations were always below average, so he never got promoted.
Fortunately, the residents of the neighborhood all liked this straightforward young man. Of course, the main reason was that his girlfriend didn't mind his lack of ambition.
Speaking of his girlfriend, Wei, Zhou Wen beamed with joy. He wondered what it was about this poor policeman that the most beautiful girl in the art school had seen in him, that she had so readily chosen him. And she was gentle and virtuous, possessing all the virtues of a woman. No wonder his colleagues were incredibly jealous, sourly mocking him for being a toad who had eaten swan meat. Zhou Wen happily accepted their accusations.
Their meeting was rather dramatic. One day, Xiao Lan, an art school girl Zhou Wen knew, approached him, saying that her good friend Lu Wei was being harassed by gangsters. Once, Lu Wei was cornered in a grove outside the school, and her bra was almost pulled down. Luckily, a teacher happened to be passing by and pulled her back from the brink of further humiliation. Although the school reported it to the police, it didn't have much effect; at most, they were driven away. A few days later, the gangsters returned, even more aggressively, leaving the school helpless.
During those days, Lu Wei was constantly in a daze, terrified and anxious, and had already considered dropping out of school. Suddenly, Xiao Lan had a brilliant idea: she would have Zhou Wen, a policeman, pretend to be her boyfriend and scare the thugs, hoping they would back down.
Zhou Wen didn't think too much about it; out of a desire to help his friend and out of hatred for those scumbags, he readily agreed.
The moment he saw Lu Wei, he was so stunned he almost lost his composure. She was so beautiful, practically a goddess incarnate; no wonder those guys were so persistent.
Lu Wei, in return, gave him a gentle, charming smile.
Strangely enough, ever since Zhou Wen, in full police uniform, accompanied the beautiful woman in and out a few times, the thugs indeed disappeared on their own and never appeared again.
Mice are still afraid of cats after all.
As the fake couple grew closer, their conversations became more frequent. Zhou Wen wasn't an introverted or dull person; though not highly educated, his eloquence impressed Lu Wei.
That year, Lu Wei graduated. Surprisingly, this high-achieving student didn't choose to go abroad but instead stayed in the city's small theater troupe.
It wasn't until she and Zhou Wen appeared together in public that the puzzled people finally understood.
In truth, Zhou Wen, one of the protagonists of this happy ending, didn't truly understand the mystery. Although he was fulfilling a dubious duty of "hero saving the beauty," he never dared to hope that Lu Wei would actually be interested in him. After all, she was so elegant and charming, with countless suitors; to even meet her was already a great stroke of luck. How could she possibly be interested in a penniless and hopeless guy like him?
But she just happened to fall for him. Fate is truly wondrous, yet deep down he stubbornly believed that finding her was his blessing, and being with her was her injustice.
He would dedicate his life to protecting her, cherishing her, and never letting her suffer any more injustice or harm. "
Why do you like a poor policeman?
" "Because I feel safe with him."
The woman always answered, nestled in his arms like a cat. "
But I don't feel safe. You're too beautiful. I'm afraid I'll wake up in the middle of the night to find you've flown away like a bird." "
Then tie me to your waist."
Wei smiled, her eyes always curving slightly when she laughed, incredibly beautiful. Zhou Wen liked to stare at her blankly for so long, which made Wei playfully complain. "
Let me look! Only when I look at you do I feel that this world is still so lovely." "
Then look! Don't blink until the end of time."
They didn't see the end of time. Their sincere vows, like fragile glass bottles, shattered on that sweltering summer afternoon.
Chapter Two: A piercing gaze sparked in the air.
The old clock struck twice, waking the two oblivious lovers, before continuing its leisurely pace.
"Oh dear, I still need to buy a gift. Tomorrow is Xiaolan's birthday."
"I'll go with you. It's my day off today, so you can have it all." "
That's generous of me. I don't care."
The two sat up and dressed. Zhou Wen gazed at Wei's exquisitely beautiful body, and a surge of heat began to rise within him again.
Noticing Zhou Wen's unusual behavior, Wei asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"
"Come here, give my darling a hug."
Zhou Wen opened his arms, and Wei nestled gently into his embrace, letting time pass by.
"I swear, you are absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world, and I am absolutely the happiest man in the world."
"Pah, nonsense."
Wei wore a light-colored knee-length skirt suit, her long hair casually tied up. Walking in the sunlight, she exuded a delicate fragrance, attracting frequent glances from passersby. Even a chubby little girl tugged at her mother's clothes, calling, "Mommy, Mommy, my sister is so pretty!"
The young mother smiled and said, "When you grow up, will you be as pretty as her?"
Wei smiled sweetly at the adorable little girl.
In these situations, Zhou Wen often played the role of protector of the woman. Any ill-intentioned men who saw the strong man beside the woman would immediately stop their lustful thoughts, and those who dared to approach would
flee at his words, "I'm a policeman. "
Wei mentioned a gift shop on Garden Road with a wide variety of high-end and incredibly cute items.
Men accustomed to traditional values had no objections and headed towards Garden Road.
Garden Road was a street lined with boutiques, but in this sweltering heat, there were few pedestrians, and business was naturally much slower.
However, in the shop Wei mentioned, they unexpectedly encountered another woman who could rival Lu Wei in beauty. Tall and slender, with a delicate and refined appearance, her meticulously groomed features and fashionable, high-end attire were striking. Her aura was extraordinary, especially the way her eyes sparkled—a charm completely different from Wei's pure innocence, alluring to the core.
Not only did the lecherous shop owner drool, but even Zhou Wen couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. It wasn't that he was truly captivated, but rather that she looked familiar, though he couldn't quite place where he'd seen her before.
The shop owner beamed, repeatedly saying, "No wonder the sun is shining so brightly today; all the beauties from City C have come to my little shop."
The two beauties exchanged a knowing smile, and the slender woman politely said goodbye, gracefully stepping out of the shop, her long, thin heels clicking softly on the wooden floor.
Zhou Wen looked at Wei's face, about to speak, when suddenly everything changed. There was a screeching sound of brakes, the sound of a door being pulled open, followed by a woman's scream that was immediately muffled.
Something was wrong!
His professional instincts kicked in, and Zhou Wen quickly made a judgment. Without thinking, he drew his gun and burst through the door.
Kidnapping! It was a kidnapping!
Two masked men tightly covered the mouth of the woman he had just met, dragging her forcefully into a Toyota van. The woman struggled violently, her shoes falling off, revealing her thin, pale ankles encased in sheer stockings.
"Stop! Police!"
The kidnappers, probably not expecting this unexpected intervention, were momentarily at a loss, refusing to release her. The scene froze.
"Release her, hands up!"
Zhou Wen saw three people in the car, including the driver—one against three, and possibly armed. Lu Wei would probably call the police from inside. Could they hold out that long?
Probably not.
Without help, he didn't know if he could succeed. Sigh, thinking too much was useless; he'd just have to fight.
One thug hesitated, raising his hands, while the other remained still. The woman under his control began to struggle again.
Another scream came from behind him. His heart clenched, and the color drained from his face. Wei!
"You're the one who put your hands up."
The chilling voice, coupled with the sharp, fierce eyes behind the mask, became his lifelong nightmare.
Wei was in front of him, her mouth covered by a large hand, a cold gun barrel pressed against her delicate, snow-white neck.
Zhou Wen regretted rushing out too quickly, neglecting the other thug beside the shop.
Sweat streamed down his back.
Wei's eyes were wide open, like a frightened rabbit, filled with extreme fear.
"I'm warning you, step back, put the gun down, or don't blame me for being ruthless."
Two pairs of equally sharp eyes clashed in the air, sparks flying—a battle of spirit and will.
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?
Zhou Wen forced himself to calm down, but he couldn't. Wei and the other woman were in their hands; they had more leverage and a better chance of winning. He
absolutely couldn't let the hostages get hurt, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely couldn't let Wei get hurt!
Why weren't the reinforcements here yet?
Zhou Wen felt his mind was in complete chaos.
Seeing that Zhou Wen didn't move, the thugs, eager to escape, stopped demanding he put down his gun. Instead, using Wei as cover, they slowly retreated towards the car, while signaling their accomplices to drag the other woman into the vehicle.
The car started, but Wei wasn't put down.
Zhou Wen was frantic, afraid to fire into the car, aiming instead at the tires. He missed, leaving a crater in the smooth concrete.
With a sharp turn, Wei was thrown out of the car. As Zhou Wen ran towards the woman, the Toyota sped away.
"Wei! Wei!"
Zhou Wen picked up the limp woman. She wasn't unconscious, but she couldn't speak, her eyes blankly staring at the blinding white sky.
A naive young girl, facing death for the first time, felt like she was standing before an abyss. The slightest push from behind would plunge her into eternal darkness. That moment of terror cast an indelible shadow over her pure, azure heart. Her fear was so profound,
perhaps even Zhou Wen couldn't comprehend it. If he had realized this sooner, perhaps the tragedy wouldn't have happened.
********** ... The kidnapper of Wei was a handsome middle-aged man, silently watching the scenery rushing past the window. The others were also trembling with fear. After a while, a burly man in the front row said, "We had it all planned out. There wouldn't be any cops on that road, but man proposes, God disposes." "Hmph, that's nothing. Biaozi, you did well. You wouldn't let that bitch go, or it would have been all for nothing. What I'm not happy about is that the little woman later was so charming. It would have been such a waste to let her go. And..." A fierce glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Find Fa Er. He actually gave me a gun that wouldn't fire, almost causing me to capsize in the gutter. Since he doesn't want to live, I'll grant him his wish." As he spoke, he stomped his foot hard between the woman's legs, rubbing it vigorously, as if only in this way could he vent his pent-up anger. The woman, with her mouth gagged, groaned helplessly. Her short skirt had flipped up to her waist, and her white thighs were particularly conspicuous in the dim light of the car. A large contingent of police arrived with sirens blaring, then sped away again based on the clues provided by Zhou Wen. The result was disappointing: the license plate was fake, the Toyota was stolen, and it had been abandoned on a roadside in the suburbs. No one witnessed the kidnappers leaving. Zhou Wen, Lu Wei, and the pale-faced shop owner were taken to the police station for questioning. While giving their statements, Zhou Wen's superior, Sergeant Yuan Yuan, walked in with a grim expression: "Do you know who the kidnapped woman is?" "Who?" "The daughter of Councilor Qing." All the officers present gasped in unison. It was no wonder Zhou Wen felt the woman looked familiar. Councilor Qing was a prominent figure in the area, a Justice of the Peace for over twenty years, with connections in both the legal and illegal worlds. In fact, his rise to power was a mystery, rife with rumors, but under his powerful influence, no one dared to challenge him. Speaker Qing disregarded everything else, but doted on his precious daughter, Qing Lan, treating her like his heart and soul. He frequently took her to lavish banquets in the political and business circles. Qing Lan lived up to his reputation, blossoming into a beautiful and elegant woman, and with her considerable charm and flirtatious skills, her fame spread far and wide, making her the undisputed "Number One Beauty" of City C. Normally, Speaker Qing would have someone follow his daughter, but whether it was due to complacency after a long period of peace, or Qing Lan's unauthorized departure (which was common for her free-spirited nature), something serious happened during this brief moment of lapse. No wonder Chief Inspector Yuan, who always believed in the value of peace and the indifference of responsibility, was sweating profusely with anxiety. "Someone actually dared to kidnap Miss Qing! Have they got a death wish?" one officer exclaimed, shaking his head in astonishment. "What are we afraid of? It's not our fault," another officer couldn't help but grumble. “Sigh, you guys don’t know anything.” Yuan Yuanxian sighed, his squinting eyes glancing at Zhou Wen. “How can you not be responsible? They kidnapped her right under our noses, especially since she escaped even after being stopped by police officers.” His implication was that Zhou Wen hadn’t done his best. What kind of absurd logic was that? Zhou Wen was furious, wanting to retort but speechless. Filled with frustration and grievance, Zhou Wen escorted Wei home. They walked slowly along the street. Wei’s face remained pale, and she didn’t say much, silently listening to whatever Zhou Wen said. “Are you still scared? There are always bad guys out there. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Zhou Wen had to put aside his own worries and offer comforting words. “Mmm,” Wei said softly. “If you’re alright, shall I go back?” Zhou Wen asked tentatively, seeing they had reached the entrance hall. Although they had both harbored feelings for each other and had made a few unsuccessful attempts, the conservative and shy Wei still lived alone in the theater troupe’s dormitory; the two hadn’t actually lived together. Wei raised her eyes, hesitated, bit her lip, and let out a soft sigh, her heart full of unspoken thoughts: "...Go." The careless Zhou Wen didn't delve into Lu Wei's thoughts, and as usual, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips, which were icy cold. Watching her boyfriend's receding figure, the last bit of strength drained from Wei's body. She leaned weakly against the doorpost, looking at the dark sky, where a pair of fierce eyes still grinned maliciously... [Last edited by tim118 on 2011-8-13 16:42] Chapter Three: The cunning rabbit is not dead, the hunting dog is cooked first. The next day, Zhou Wen received a notification as soon as he entered the police station. "1748, the chief wants you to report to his office." Zhou Wen went in, and Yuan Yuan sat behind the large table, forcing a helpless expression. “Zhou Wen, I’m afraid I can’t protect you this time.” “I don’t understand.” “Last night, Speaker Qing was furious, accusing our police department of corruption and incompetence, of letting criminals go free, leading to a worsening of public security. He plans to convene a special council to discuss the issue of police officers’ dereliction of duty.” “What does this have to do with me?” “Silly boy, the speaker is just using this as an excuse. He’s talking about you for letting criminals go free.” Zhou Wen felt bitter inside: “Me? Letting criminals go free, haha, that’s hilarious, hahahaha.” He really did laugh, laughing until tears streamed down his face. Yuan Yuan's expression changed several times: "Stop laughing." "An honest man doesn't do things in secret, so just tell me straight, how are you going to use me as an example?" Yuan Yuan sighed, "To be honest, I really admire a good man like you, and I know I've wronged you, but I can't explain this to my superiors. They were originally going to dismiss you and put you in jail, but I appealed repeatedly and they finally agreed to suspend you on probation and have you surrender your weapons. Behave yourself during this time, don't cause trouble, and you'll be reinstated later, okay?" Zhou Wen sneered, "Then thank you for your kindness, Chief." He took off his gun and bullets and slammed them on the table, then kicked the door and left without saying another word. Looking at the police officers peeking out the door, Yuan Yuan smiled bitterly: "Young man, too impulsive." He didn't know who he was talking to. As he walked out of the police station, Zhou Wen happened to see Chief Song smiling and bowing as he saw an important person off to a car. He happened to recognize the important person, a favorite of Speaker Qing, Congressman Shi. The two were not as close as Yuan Yuan had described. The word "deal" somehow popped into the mind of this straightforward man. He couldn't swallow this insult—the rabbit wasn't dead yet, the hunting dog was already being cooked. He vowed to personally drag those thugs out and show them what he was made of. No sooner said than done, he turned and headed towards the chaotic Jinhe District.

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The worst part was her lower abdomen, a hidden area, swollen and cracked open, red and yellow secretions congealed into clumps and shells, covering her entire genitals in a mess, emitting a strong, pungent stench of lewdness.
She had clearly endured considerable torment; the woman was haggard, her tears dried. These savage men had stripped her of all dignity and self-respect through violence and blatant, primal sexual intercourse, leaving her only a pitiful little woman with a beautiful face and alluring genitals, like a public toilet, always open for anyone to vent their frustrations.
She remembered the extreme humiliation of the first filthy penis piercing her defenseless petals, the excruciating pain of the first whip lashing her bare buttocks. Why, in the blink of an eye, had she gone from princess to sex slave?
Why had this tragedy befallen her?
She hated it all—hated her father for not protecting her, hated the policeman for not rescuing her, for watching her fall into their clutches, even hated the beautiful woman she'd only met once—why wasn't it her who was kidnapped, but her?
She wanted to hate everyone in the world!
Only towards the kidnappers before her, she dared not hate, only fear.
Qinglan wanted to cry but had no tears.
A camera was set up in front of her, and she didn't understand what these people wanted to do.
Apart from the sounds of panting and flesh hitting flesh, no one had said a word to her since she regained consciousness.
A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader was directing the placement of the camera, while someone else placed a chair behind her, kicked her buttocks, and told her to sit down. She obeyed; she had no choice but to obey. These were scumbags capable of anything.
A bright light shone on her face, blinding her.
"Open your eyes."
The man's stern voice came from behind the white light.
She hurriedly opened her eyes, dizzy and blinded, everything in front of her was white.
"Dress her up, comb her hair."
After a moment of hesitation, he added, "Touch up her makeup."
Someone haphazardly put a coat on her, but couldn't get her hair done. After being scolded, they simply left it to her to do herself. Like a puppet, Qinglan mechanically groomed herself, cleverly concealing the wounds on her face with lipstick and powder. Looking at her weary reflection in the mirror, her eyes welled with tears again, unaware that her disheveled appearance—fashionable on top but naked on the bottom—was incredibly provocative to the man. If the middle-aged man hadn't remained silent, she would have been torn to shreds by those wolves long ago.
After everything was prepared, the middle-aged man began instructing Qinglan to recite her lines: "Dad, I've been kidnapped. They've been very good to me, they haven't abused me, but you must do as they ask. You can't call the police, you can't make any attempts to track or rescue me, otherwise, your daughter is finished. They want ten million in cash..."
As she spoke to the camera, Qinglan's heart bled. It was a cruel irony. What did she mean by "no abuse"? From yesterday until now, she hadn't had a moment's respite; they practically wanted to devour her. Yet, when she said "your daughter is finished," she couldn't help but weep uncontrollably. The middle-aged man had to whip her thighs several times to barely stop her crying. This was repeated several times before it was finally approved.
Before Qinglan could even catch her breath, the middle-aged man said, "Record one more time, then hoist her up there."
"Ah...no!"
Qinglan was stripped naked again, this time even her stockings were stripped off. Bound with her hands behind her back, she was hoisted to the rafters. A terrifying whistling sound filled the air as a man wielded a leather whip, lashing her smooth back.
"Ah!"
Qinglan felt dizzy, stars flashing before her eyes, the pain so intense it felt like her consciousness was about to leave her body.
"Say your lines!"
the man hissed.
"Daddy...Daddy...save me! Promise, promise them!"
Qinglan screamed, these words coming from the depths of her heart. If this inhuman torture continued, she would either die or go insane.
"Let's get a close-up."
The camera moved forward, and two men pulled Qinglan's legs apart to their limit, exaggerating her most intimate parts for the camera, the air thick with lust.
Qinglan cried out, her face flushed, utterly ashamed and humiliated.
"Ten rolls of filming her, one every day, and the old man still wouldn't agree, so we sent them to radio stations and newspapers, even scattering photos from rooftops into the crowd. Little bitch, now you're famous! Just thinking about it excites me."
Qinglan's vision blurred.
"I can't take it anymore."
The photographer threw down his camera, pulled out his penis, and frantically began masturbating. Nearby, others were also masturbating.
"Look at you all, so pathetic,"
the middle-aged man sneered. Although he too was consumed by lust, being the leader gave him an advantage over his henchmen. He could pull out his penis without restraint, without any foreplay, and thrust it into Qinglan's dry vagina like a wedge. He even used one hand to twist Qinglan's deep red nipple, forcing her to look up at him in unbearable pain.
Through her tears, Qinglan saw a pair of cold, wolf-like eyes, and a chill ran from her head to her feet.
"Don't do this to me, please..."
Qinglan trembled.
"You little bitch, you'll have to settle this score with your father. Ask him if he still remembers you after ten years. I remember him perfectly well, not a single second ago, hahahaha..."
The middle-aged man laughed loudly, but there was no real joy in his laughter, colder than the biting north wind of winter.
...
Chapter Four, Jinhe District .
"Bang!"
The loud noise startled the gatekeeper. This was the third time he had been startled while on duty these past few days. He guessed that Old Master Qing was smashing something valuable again.
Although the area was heavily guarded, it couldn't be kept from him. In fact, rumors were already circulating in all walks of life that the old man's beloved daughter had been kidnapped by a mysterious figure. He also had even more shocking inside information: he had overheard that Qing Lan had been forced to take nude photos. The old man's fury was probably closely related to this matter.
He knew Qing Lan well, of course. She was like a fairy, and even if she was a womanizer, she was someone a lowly servant like him could only dream of. It was a real treat for those kidnappers, they were so lucky. He should have joined their gang too.
Even if we take a step back, seeing Miss Qing's nude photos wouldn't be bad.
The doorman couldn't help but swallow hard. Hearing a noise at the door, he quickly straightened up, resuming his standard, righteous posture.
The short, stout Councilor Shi accompanied the ashen-faced police chief out, soothingly saying, "Chief Song, the old man is in a bad mood, we understand."
"We understand, we understand,"
Chief Song nodded repeatedly, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Please tell the Speaker that we will do everything in our power to protect Miss Qing."
Councilor Shi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know you're thorough in your work. I'll take responsibility if anything happens here. I heard you have a lead on Jinlongtang? If you're sure, investigate thoroughly. The truth will come out as soon as possible."
Director Song said gratefully, "Councilor Shi, you truly understand the hardships of our brothers. Everything is understood without words. I won't take up your precious time. Please take care of everything. I'll take my leave now."
"I'll leave it to you too. Goodbye."
Councilor Shi's plump hands gripped Director Liu's hands tightly and warmly.
Zhou Wen was sulking.
He hadn't found the person he was looking for for several days. Every day he wandered around these messy streets, making the prostitutes think he was a customer who was bothering him. The drug addicts and smugglers always looked at him with a sidelong glance. No wonder he felt so awkward.
Jinhe District is a unique sight in City C. It's the oldest urban area, a maze of crisscrossing streets and alleys, low, dilapidated houses, and perpetually clogged drains. Coupled with the local bullying and unruly customs, several attempts at redevelopment ended in bloodshed. Since then, no one has dared to utter a word about it; it's simply been ignored, left to fester like a tumor on the city, growing larger and more toxic, attracting all sorts of people.
Naturally, this is the perfect place for gangs to thrive. Dozens of gangs, large and small, are constantly engaged in brawls. The government and police keep them confined to Jinhe District; as long as they don't cross the line and disrupt the lives of ordinary residents, they turn a blind eye and let them fend for themselves.
This ostrich policy is bound to have endless consequences, but the current upper echelons, content with their lives of debauchery, don't care about such things, especially since they have countless unspeakable interests at stake.
Zhou Wen wouldn't interfere. Not that he wouldn't, but he couldn't. He was just a lowly neighborhood security guard, powerless and unfamiliar with the area. He had no way of reaching out to this filthy place, nor did he want to.
He was there to find the only person he knew in this underworld, a bar host named Fa Er.
If it weren't for this incident, he would have forgotten about Fa Er long ago. Fa Er was like a mole in the underworld, knowing everything and capable of anything, familiar with every nook and cranny. But this guy was cunning, deeply understanding the principle of "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down," and tried to stay behind the scenes. Except for a very few people, most of the underworld brothers had no idea how much power this seemingly carefree, unserious old bar host wielded. Plus, he was tight-lipped, never revealing anyone's secrets. So, while the leaders of the underworld had changed hands several times, this old man was still alive and well.
Even the most seasoned horse can stumble, and old hands are bound to encounter trouble. Several years ago, on a rainy night, Fa Er was finally targeted by a group of enemies from out of town. With no time to spare for rescue, his only option was to run. He was relentlessly pursued until he was cornered in Zhou Wen's residential compound. Fa Er was on the
verge of death when, unexpectedly, fate intervened and Zhou Wen saved him. That day, Zhou Wen wasn't on duty, but the residents still called him first, reporting a group of menacing men in black disturbing the peace. Without hesitation, he rushed to the scene, where he happened to intercept a panicked Fa Er. Fa Er, who usually avoided the police like the plague, clung to this lifeline this time.
Zhou Wen didn't care about anything else; saving the man was the priority. He didn't push his way through, using his familiarity with the terrain to his advantage, leading Fa Er in a series of hiding and evading maneuvers. The gang was no pushover; they couldn't shake them off. Several times they almost caught them, but in the most dangerous moments, Zhou Wen took a bullet for Fa Er, thankfully without injuring any vital organs. They held on until the police sirens blared, at which point the gang left in a huff, only to find Fa Er had already vanished.
This infuriated Zhou Wen. Actually, Fa Er was a grateful man; he just didn't want to go to the police station and cause trouble.
After dealing with his enemies, he secretly slipped a letter into Zhou Wen's dormitory. Inside was only an old bronze coin and a note, saying that if anyone took this coin to the Jinhe District to ask him for a favor, he would do everything in his power.
Zhou Wen had always laughed off these underworld tricks and grudges, tossing the coin deep in his drawer as a joke. He never imagined he would actually need it, and even more unexpectedly, he hadn't caught the guy for several days.
Did this guy know he was coming and was avoiding him?
Several more days had passed, and Zhou Wen's ambition was almost completely worn down. Looking at the neon-lit "KK Bar" sign in the night sky, he resolved that if he couldn't find anyone inside this time, he wouldn't come back and would find another way.
The bar wasn't "clean" at all; it was murky and chaotic. Vulgar pop music played endlessly, but nobody really listened. People huddled in small groups, embracing glamorous women, laughing loudly, playing drinking games, and drinking. The surrounding private rooms were even more eerie, with groups of strangely dressed, unknown individuals pouring in and out. Vulgar music, foul air, drunken men, and prostitutes—it was a scene straight out of an apocalypse. "It
's unbearable to stay in this hellhole for even a minute,"
Zhou Wen thought bitterly as he sat down at the bar.
"Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you Fa Er wasn't here? I haven't seen him in a while, and the boss is still throwing a tantrum."
The bartender recognized him, his face full of displeasure.
Zhou Wen was even more annoyed. "Not looking for anyone, but can I have a drink? A pitcher of ice-cold beer, please."
"Sir, could you buy me a drink?"
A strong, cheap perfume wafted into his nostrils, and a soft, fleshy body squeezed in
. Zhou Wen frowned. He never dealt with women like this, always avoiding them. He paid the bill expressionlessly, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding that overly made-up face, and simply left without even taking the drink, leaving only a lingering violet shadow in the corner of his eye.
The prostitute paid no heed, took a large gulp, lit a cigarette, and muttered, "Weirdo."
Zhou Wen stepped outside, took a full minute of deep breaths, and felt his mind clear. He gave a bitter laugh, flicked the copper coin he'd been playing with for days into the air. The coin somersaulted a few times, tracing a beautiful arc before landing with a "clink" in a dark, bottomless ditch.
The night wind carried the sounds of music and revelry. Everything he saw was bizarre and surreal. This wasn't the world he knew; this wasn't a place he belonged.
He stood alone on the street for a long time, waiting for a taxi, when suddenly a group of people rushed noisily out of the KK bar, their stench of alcohol overwhelming him as they passed.
Zhou Wen couldn't help but turn away in disgust.
Then one of the women vomited, and the group started yelling, "Damn it, this bitch threw up on me!"
"Disgusting, we finally got her drunk so we could have some fun."
"Boss, let's just strip her naked right here and vent our anger."
"Okay, let's burn her clothes too, see how this slut reacts."
"She's a prostitute anyway, what's she afraid of? Maybe she'll even leak more, haha..."
Zhou Wen couldn't stand it anymore and turned to look. Sure enough, he saw the thugs starting to tear at the outer garment of a woman in the middle. The sleeveless, corseted dress looked easy to peel off, but it was actually fastened very tightly. A woman with a full bust could only unfasten it by unbuttoning the back buttons. One of the guys got impatient and grabbed the back of the garment, forcefully pulling it apart. There was a tearing sound, and her entire upper body was exposed.
The thugs cheered.
The woman looked very drunk, swaying back and forth, oblivious to their actions.
The violets looked familiar…
“Stop, you bastards!”
Zhou Wen roared, neither his duty as a police officer nor his conscience allowed him to turn a blind eye to this despicable act.
“Who do you think you are? What gang are you from? How dare you meddle in our business?”
Zhou Wen was too lazy to argue, pulling out his police ID with his left hand and his gun with his right.
The thugs all paled, uttered not a word, and vanished in an instant, leaving behind a half-naked, drunken woman lying on the street.
Zhou Wen frowned, trying to help her up, but she was too drunk to stand, still muttering incoherently. Her clothes were ruined, her chest stained with the stench of her own vomit.
He looked around; passersby kept their distance, stealing glances in their direction.
Damn, today's been incredibly unlucky.
Zhou Wen was anxious; he'd never dealt with such an embarrassing situation before. Since she was a prostitute, he figured he'd just dump her at some shelter and be done with it.
Chapter Five: I'm a Policeman.
The bright lights, the hazy surroundings, it was like heaven, as if he were still in that long, sweet dream, unwilling to wake up.
This bed is so comfortable, soft, and masculine.
My body... feels a little uncomfortable. Wait, am I still naked?
A man's face surfaced, hard and seemingly angry, yet somewhat familiar.
"Cool husband, you still want me, ah—" The drunk woman nonchalantly stretched her bare arm out from under the covers, let out an exaggerated yawn, then gently rubbed her throbbing temples, not forgetting to throw a flirtatious wink at the stern-faced man in front of her.
"Bullshit. You're awake? If you're awake, get up and get out of here. I haven't slept a wink all night."
"How can you be so rude to a girl, honey? What were you doing when you were taking off my clothes..."
"Shut up, you're getting more and more ridiculous. Get this straight: first, I'm a policeman; second, you were drunk, I took you in, I didn't lay a finger on you."
Zhou Wen stormed into the bathroom, throwing a handful of dirty, smelly clothes onto the bed. "Look at your clothes, they've ruined my bed."
The drunk woman finally came to her senses and remembered some vague fragments of her drunken state. Yes, it seemed like those guys who had gotten her drunk were tearing at her clothes, and then, this man called "policeman" appeared... The drunk woman's expression froze. She slowly pulled her arms back, then suddenly pulled the blanket over her face, curled up into a ball, and started sobbing.
Zhou Wen was actually filled with pity.
He struggled with this dilemma for a long time last night. Although he never associated with prostitutes and looked down on those who made a living by selling their smiles, he couldn't bear to leave this vulnerable woman on the street, who was in grave danger. He couldn't bring himself to irresponsibly walk away. In the end, he took off his coat, wrapped her up, and took a taxi back to his dormitory. He was extremely nervous the whole way, afraid that someone he knew might see them.
When he got back and saw her unconscious, he hesitated again. There were no female neighbors he knew around, and he couldn't ask other colleagues for help. So, he gritted his teeth, removed the tattered pieces of her clothing, and washed the mess of makeup and filth from her face and chest with a basin of warm water.
After the makeup was removed, he was stunned. Before him lay a delicate, youthful face, long eyelashes drooping, breathing softly, sleeping sweetly, perhaps dreaming. A smile curved her lips, like an angel fallen to earth, endearing and pitiful. Only her finely manicured eyebrows hinted at the weariness of her past. Every smile and frown was that of an innocent child.
Zhou Wen suddenly felt a pang of sorrow, thinking of his younger sister who had died young. If she were alive today, they would be about the same age. Fate was truly cruel; both were young girls in the prime of their lives, one gone to heaven, the other fallen into prostitution.
His gaze softened, and even as he wiped the girl's body, he no longer harbored any ulterior motives.
The girl was a true beauty, her breasts well-developed, white and full, like freshly steamed buns. Her waist was slender and alluring, her navel deeply cleaved. Only sparse pubic hair and a pale pink mons pubis hinted at her age. Anyone who saw her would be captivated.
Perhaps it was fate, but in Zhou Wen's eyes, he only saw the shadow of his younger sister, and apart from Wei, no other woman could enter his heart.
Zhou Wen carried the girl to the bed, covered her alluring body with a thin blanket, sat down to read, but kept getting lost in thought, not turning a single page for two hours.
From that moment on, his views on prostitutes began to waver.
The girl cried more and more heartbrokenly, and Zhou Wen couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled back the blanket, and sure enough, she was in tears, and the bedding was soaked.
Zhou Wen regretted his roughness and how he had frightened her. He could only plead with her in a low voice, telling her not to cry. The girl ignored him and it took her a while to stop crying. She choked out, "Where am I supposed to go looking like this?"
"Oh, it's my fault. I forgot to mention, these are some of my girlfriend's clothes. You can change into them; you don't need to return them. I have some money; you can take a taxi yourself."
"I don't want to leave. Can I come with you?"
Zhou Wen said seriously. "That won't do. If you really have nowhere to go, I can go with you to the social security office."
After a moment of silence, the girl looked up and smiled through her tears. "Silly boy, I was just teasing you."
She didn't know how much suffering Zhou Wen had endured that night, but being good at reading people, she had already realized that although this man seemed fierce on the surface, he wasn't a bad person. Moreover, he possessed an invisible righteousness that rendered her flirting techniques completely ineffective. For some reason, she felt a sense of closeness, warmth, and security, like that of an older brother. This made her shed her pretense and she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms and cry her heart out.
Zhou Wen was both amused and exasperated, unable to muster any anger. Looking at her adorable smiling face, he finally smiled back.
"I won't thank you, because no one taught me."
"It's alright."
"My name is Meizi."
"I'll remember."
Meizi walked to the door. It was still dark outside, but a sliver of pre-dawn light could be seen in the east.
She turned back, hesitant to speak.
Zhou Wen asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Meizi slowly shook her head, looking directly into his eyes. "I... I want to help you with something, but I don't know if you'll mind. Oh well, never mind."
Zhou Wen looked at her.
Meizi lowered her head, avoiding his gaze. "I can't say. If you trust me, come with me."
Using the dim light, Zhou Wen followed Meizi through the winding alleys and lanes of the Jinhe District slums. He remembered seeing garbage everywhere, discarded oil cans for collecting rainwater, and large, fearless rats scurrying about. Zhou Wen nearly tripped over the debris several times, while Meizi skipped and hopped around with ease.
Finally, they squeezed into a small, musty-smelling room. An old woman, like a mummy, sat motionless in the darkness. Mei whispered a few words to her, and the old woman opened a secret door against the inner wall.
At Mei's prompting, a bewildered Zhou Wen entered the secret room. The door closed, plunging the room into darkness.
"Click."
A lighter lit an oil lamp, the flame flickering eerily, illuminating a ghostly face that seemed to drift in the firelight.
"Fa Er?! What are you doing hiding here?"
Zhou Wen was genuinely startled.
Fa Er's face was noticeably more haggard than before, his beard unkempt, but his complexion was still alright. He smiled, "That little Mei finally betrayed me."
He raised his hand, gesturing to stop Zhou Wen from speaking, "You don't need to say anything. I know you're looking for me, and I know what you want."
"Oh?" Zhou Wen
found it unbelievable.
Fa Er didn't answer, saying casually, "You've come to the right place, but you've also come to the wrong place."
"What do you mean?"
"What you asked about happens to be something only I know, and only I would tell you. Who told me I owe you a life? But you shouldn't know. Do you know how deep it is? How dark it is? It's far beyond your imagination."
"I don't think I made a mistake coming here."
Fa Er squinted at Zhou Wen, and after a long while, said quietly, "Honestly, is your persistence for the public good or for personal revenge?"
"What personal revenge do I have?" "
In the underworld, they say you have to get revenge where you fell. This time you lost face under your nose, and you want to take matters into your own hands and get your revenge?"
Zhou Wen retorted angrily, "Bullshit! I'm a policeman. I value my duty more than my life. What face?"
Actually, Fa Er was quite perceptive. Saying Zhou Wen had ulterior motives in solving this case wasn't entirely unfair, but that was before. After saying this, Zhou Wen felt a surge of righteous energy in his chest.
“Good cops like you are becoming increasingly rare,”
Fa Er sighed. “I’m a few years older, so I can presume to be your elder brother, right? Listen to my honest opinion: you’d better give up on this matter. Focus on maintaining order in the neighborhood, and the truth will come out in time.”
“You’re implying something, aren’t you?”
“Have you seen what happened to me? What do you think I’m hiding here for? To run for my life. I might be lying dead in the street tomorrow.”
If Fa Er truly understood him, he wouldn’t have said that. This blunt truth only fueled Zhou Wen’s stubborn determination to get to the bottom of the case. After thinking through the whole thing, he felt it was far from simple and was even less likely to give up easily.
However, the more anxious he became, the more Fa Er, the old fox, played mind games, circling around the issue and talking about unrelated things, all to persuade him to back down. To add weight, he even hinted that the matter might be connected to the legitimate world, including high-ranking officials in the police department.
This was truly shocking. Zhou Wen simply couldn't accept that it was true. He didn't really trust Fa Er and his ilk; he'd only come to him to test the waters and try his luck. Perhaps Fa Er was just making excuses to protect his fellow comrades.
Although he didn't react outright, seeing Zhou Wen's impatient expression, the shrewd Fa Er knew it was time to stop. He smiled bitterly, "Brother Zhou, I know you don't trust me, and that's understandable. We lowlifes often don't even believe our own lies. But we have principles, and it's these principles that have kept my head afloat until now. I don't think you truly understand. What I just said actually violated those principles, enough to cost me my head. Believe it or not, in short, don't go around asking questions on the street like you have these past few days. This place isn't like yours; there are more sensitive people here." "I was shot in the back and didn't even know how I died."
Having his secret exposed, Zhou Wen felt a pang of shame, but true to his gentlemanly nature, he immediately admitted, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I'm very grateful that you've gone this far. I'll consider it carefully. But I also want to say one thing: I won't leave. Now that this has begun, there's no reason to give up. I must rescue him, and I must find out the truth. That's it, goodbye."
Fa Er sat alone under the lamp for a long time, his expression strange. He nodded, then shook his head, as if a great worry was churning within him.
Mei Zi quietly slipped in and sat beside Fa Er, like a child who had done something wrong, resting her face on his knees.
Fa Er stroked her smooth hair and sighed, "Little one, do you know that bringing him here has harmed me, and even more so, harmed him?"
As the city lights began to twinkle, Zhou Wen hurried to the theater troupe; it was time to pick up Wei from work.
After calmly reviewing the information, he realized that Fa Er had provided quite a bit of useful intelligence. However, investigating alone yielded no results, and reporting to superiors lacked evidence, only inviting ridicule. Thinking of the faces of the police chief and his colleagues when he was punished, he felt a tightness in his chest.
Did the Qinglan case really involve the higher-ups in the police force?
Should they really give up as Fa Er suggested?
If they didn't give up, what was the next step?
A new play, adapted into a modern dance drama, was being rehearsed in the small theater. Only a few people were seated in the front row.
Zhou Wen quietly found a seat in the middle and watched intently.
It was Wei's turn to perform her solo as the White Swan. The backdrop was a soft, azure blue, and beautiful music rose gently. A spotlight shone, and Wei slowly stretched her long, slender limbs from her prone position, rose, and twirled. In Zhou Wen's eyes, it was as if a truly white swan had spread its long, elegant wings. A gentle breeze rippled across the lake, reflecting the swan's noble and graceful figure as it danced on the water. At that moment, even nature seemed to be captivated; fish leaped, birds sang, and the world was bathed in brilliance.
Suddenly, a distant clap of thunder sounded. The White Swan, longing for her long-lost lover, felt her wings lose their lightness, and her dance steps were filled with sorrow. "My love, far away," she cried, "do you still remember the heartbroken one who waits faithfully, calling out in my dreams?" Zhou Wen was deeply moved, tears welling in his eyes.
After removing her makeup, Wei saw Zhou Wen's slightly red and swollen eyes and asked in surprise, "What happened to you?"
Zhou Wen hugged his girlfriend's slender waist, gazing into her deep, captivating eyes. His worries vanished like spring water, replaced by a gentle feeling of happiness.
He was too embarrassed to admit he'd been mesmerized by her dance, so he changed the subject.
"I know it's your job to be working on cases these past few days, but for some reason, I've been a little worried,"
Wei said, resting her head on Zhou Wen's shoulder. Her long hair cascaded down his shoulders, its fragrance intoxicating. Zhou Wen's heart skipped a beat. Without fully understanding the meaning behind her words, he simply said, "I'll be careful for you."
At 10:45 PM, Zhou Wen, alone at home, received a mysterious phone call, and his expression changed drastically.
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Chapter Six: A War Between Two People
In the suburbs, where human habitation was almost nonexistent, the air was thick with heat.
Zhou Wen and a young man in a gray shirt lay huddled under an orange tree on a small mound, their backs soaked with sweat.
"Is this really the place? We've been in the sun all day, and there's not a soul in sight."
The short man couldn't stand it any longer and moved his binoculars away from the seemingly deserted, abandoned villa they'd been monitoring.
"It should be," Zhou Wen said patiently. "Look, there's something strange. The windows are all blocked off, and there's a new cigarette box lying in front of the door. That's not normal."
"Just rush in and see for yourself, then everything will be clear."
Zhou Wen smiled. He knew his old friend Zhao Xinyang was a good man in every way, except for his cowardice. He was never involved in anything dangerous. This time, he'd had to use a combination of persuasion and coaxing to get him to come, and even then, he didn't dare say it was a kidnapping case, only that he had a small case and needed Zhou Wen's help.
At this point, it was wise to reveal some facts: "There are about four or five of them; we're afraid we're no match for them."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xinyang's face paled. "Then let's report to the bureau and send reinforcements."
Zhou Wen hurriedly said, "No, we can't alert the bureau before the information is confirmed, and we're afraid we'll alert them and they'll escape."
Zhao Xinyang said defiantly, "This won't work, that won't work, I'm not going to keep you company. The sun is unbearable. Anyway, it's just surveillance. How about this, I'll go back first, and I'll come back to pick you up after sunset. Call me if you have any news.
"
"Alright, leave the gun for me to use for self-defense."
Zhao Xinyang hesitated for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "Okay, but you can't use it recklessly. I can't bear the responsibility if something happens; I have elderly parents and young children to support."
"Alright, stop nagging. We're old friends; when have I ever harmed you?"
"My bad luck is being friends with you. Yuan Shikai has sidelined me and hasn't given me any important positions since..."
Muttering to himself, the short Zhao Xinyang crouched low as he passed through the low fence.
Zhou Wen raised his binoculars, looking at the motionless window, recalling the phone call Fa Er had suddenly made to him the previous night.
Fa Er's first words were that he owed him a life-saving debt, and this might be the only chance he could repay it in his lifetime.
He said he was willing to tell him everything he knew, but on two conditions: first, he absolutely could not tell the police, because someone in the police station was colluding with the kidnappers, which would be detrimental to both him and Zhou Wen; second, under no circumstances could he reveal Fa Er's existence.
Only after Zhou Wen solemnly agreed did he reveal everything, his voice low and quick, indicating that the call was made in a very dangerous environment. Zhou Wen thought of that dark little room.
Zhou Wen finally learned that the mastermind behind the kidnapping was surnamed Chen, and everyone called him Mr. Chen. He spoke with a local accent, but no one had ever seen him around here, including his men. They were all acting mysteriously, having found Fa Er through a secret contact to handle the guns and lodging. Unexpectedly, things went wrong, and they threatened to kill him. To his horror, no high-ranking figure was willing to speak up for him, making him realize that this group was definitely not ordinary. He decided to go into hiding. After Zhou Wen found him, he made up his mind to escape, while warning Zhou Wen not to act rashly, as he had heard that many people were involved in the matter, but he didn't know who they were.
The old villa in front of them was the most valuable piece of information Fa Er had provided. He wasn't sure, only saying that Qing Lan might be imprisoned there.
The sun was almost setting, and there was still no movement. Zhou Wen began to have doubts. He touched his waist; the gun felt solid and reassuring.
He dragged Zhao Xinyang along not to bolster his courage, but because he was after his gun. He instinctively felt that the gun would play a decisive role in this case.
Zhou Wen suddenly felt a jolt, his hair standing on end. The villa curtains moved slightly without any wind!
As if someone was peeking out. After a long while, the front door opened a narrow gap, and two figures quickly flashed out, splitting into two groups and leaving.
Fa Er's words were true; they were indeed here!
If it was the four people he saw last time, then there were only two kidnappers inside.
One against two—was he confident?
Zhou Wen felt a surge of excitement, somewhat regretting letting Zhao Xinyang go. Having one more person meant a better chance of success.
Call the police?
Remembering Fa Er's words, he hesitated repeatedly.
Should he go closer and assess the situation first?
The tightly closed villa door, like a young girl in love, tempted Zhou Wen's heart to pound.
Inside the villa.
Qinglan remained naked, lying on all fours like a dog, obediently licking Mr. Chen's toes. She did it meticulously and professionally, knowing how to make a man genuinely feel comfortable. So, when her warm tongue licked between his toes, she added extra pressure, even though the odor emanating from his thick, juicy feet made her gag.
Mr. Chen indeed let out a satisfied hum, his eyes slightly closed, a gentle smile on his face.
Compared to the previous few days, Qinglan's situation wasn't much worse. Perhaps it was her obedience, or perhaps things were progressing smoothly. Mr. Chen's two subordinates always went out at sunset and returned at midnight, reporting to him in whispers. Only once, thinking she was asleep, they spoke a little louder, letting her hear
the words "Special Parliament Meeting." What did a special parliament meeting have to do with her?
Would her father really hold a meeting specifically to discuss how to deal with her?
No, a man as proud as her father would never allow family scandals to be aired in public. Even if it weren't his most beloved daughter, he would handle things in the most discreet and swift way possible, satisfying them, numbing them, and then eliminating them.
Qinglan, who had long been by her father's side, naturally understood his decisive style.
But several days passed, and apart from her deepening humiliation, there was no further news. Mr. Chen, who should have been anxious, seemed completely unconcerned, even appearing quite satisfied. Why was this?
Qinglan was bewildered, but besides using her womanly assets to satisfy these insatiable men as much as possible, there was nothing she could do.
Her once incredibly proud, sexy, fair thighs were now merely food for these despicable men, to be manipulated as they pleased. This involuntary fate was causing her unbearable pain.
“Looking at this bitch’s slutty face, I won’t get bored even if it’s been a few more days,”
said the short-haired kidnapper who remained, his lecherous little eyes fixed on Qinglan’s thin, tight buttocks swaying with her body. “It’s just that her butt is too small, nowhere near as big as the big ass of that prostitute I found last time.”
Qinglan felt both ashamed and angry at the man’s blatant belittling of her body and comparing her to a lowly prostitute.
“You country bumpkin, what do you know? These days, women are all about being thin. A small butt like a lean pig is considered good.”
“Boss is so clever, high-class taste, hehe.”
The short-haired kidnapper laughed shamelessly.
Aroused by the kidnapper’s advances, Mr. Chen made Qinglan sit cross-legged, her thighs spread wide, her private parts completely exposed. Having been violated so many times, her purplish-red labia were even turned inside out.
Mr. Chen still made Qinglan hold one of his feet and suck on it, while he pulled back the other foot that had been resting on the woman's back and pressed it against her hairy vulva. His big toe inserted into the layered vulva and stirred, moving in and out freely within the soft flesh.
"Wet, wet, you get wet just from being played with by my toes, damn it, the beautiful young lady of C City is indeed this despicable."
He viciously pinched her clitoris with two toes, squeezing the small piece of tender flesh tightly, then relaxing slightly, then squeezing even harder, repeating this action like a game.
"Ugh—" Qinglan, whose mouth was gagged, burst into tears from the pain, but dared not resist in the slightest. She could only wail silently, her upper body still having to maintain an upright posture as if nothing was wrong, and she dared not change the rhythm and intensity of her licking. To alleviate the pain in her lower body, Qinglan's muscles were tense, but even so, she couldn't help but tremble, filled with immense sorrow.
“Another day has passed. They should be making their move by now.”
Mr. Chen finally released the woman and muttered to himself , staring
at the ceiling. Suddenly, he kicked the woman to the ground, leaped up, and whispered to the short-haired kidnapper, “There’s a noise. Go check the door.”
Both men drew their guns. The short-haired kidnapper tiptoed to the door, listened intently, but heard nothing. He shook his head in confusion.
Suddenly, a loud bang, shattered glass shards, and the woman screamed. A figure leaped in from behind, shouting “Don’t move!” At the same time, a bullet filled with hatred struck first, piercing the two panicked men.
Mr. Chen reacted quickly. Hearing the noise, he instinctively dodged behind the short-haired man. A scream rang out, and the short-haired kidnapper fell to the ground, shot.
In the blink of an eye, without any chance to catch his breath, a second shot came. This time, Zhou Wen and Mr. Chen fired almost simultaneously. Losing cover, Mr. Chen’s chest splattered with blood, and his weapon fell to the ground.

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