[Urban] The Mother Who Cheated on Her Toilet - 22-24

(Chapter Fifteen)

The next morning, in a very ordinary clinic called "New Gate" on the southern outskirts of Dongzhou City.

Having not slept all night, my eyes bloodshot, I sat silently by my mother's bedside, watching her sleep soundly with an IV drip attached. A strange feeling welled up inside me—in the early morning, while my mother was still asleep, Wu Yan and I had divided the work and started decorating Richard's house. However, apart from removing the computer hard drive and collecting some of Richard's personal belongings and cash left there, I had no way to help this guy who either didn't act at all, or when he did, he acted swiftly and decisively, leaving no room for retreat. Because, Richard's ultimate cause of death wasn't my knife, but rather Wu Yan's single-handed severing of his throat.

Furthermore, his arrangement of the house and Richard's body was remarkably skillful, even bordering on cold-blooded: he dragged the body to the kitchen, tied a can of air freshener and Richard's cell phone together, then put the phone on vibrate mode, set a timer, and placed it next to the body. He closed the doors and windows tightly, and before leaving the house, he even opened and cut the gas pipe in the kitchen.

I understood why he did this, so I didn't say anything. Besides, my fate was now firmly tied to his. I wouldn't have any other thought to persuade him not to do this.

After finishing all this and cleaning up the bloodstains, I carried my mother, whom I had dressed myself, and left the house with Wu Yan. We went downstairs, got into the secondhand Volkswagen Santana, and changed out of our blood-stained clothes. Then, we carefully and cautiously made our way through the winding streets to the "New Door" clinic that Wu Yan had arranged beforehand—"Is Aunt Shen feeling better?" A whisper interrupted my reverie. Looking back, I saw Wu Yan leaning against the doorframe of the clinic's ward, his expression concerned.

"Hmm." I reached out and touched my mother's forehead. "Her temperature is normal now; she'll probably wake up soon." "Let's go get breakfast, and we can get some for Auntie too. Old Liang is watching over her here; she'll be fine." Only then did I notice the gray-haired, stern-faced man of medium build behind Wu Yan. This was the same man who had treated my mother when I brought her here, putting her on an IV to remove the sleeping pills.

I walked to the door and nodded my thanks to the man. He waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me; Brother Zhao saved my life. If he had told me earlier that he was in Dongzhou, I would have come to visit him long ago. Besides, I'm a doctor; saving lives is my job." "Let's go; there's no need to be polite with him." Wu Yan smiled and pulled me out of the clinic.

We walked into a breakfast stall not far from the clinic. After smelling the various delicious aromas of food, my stomach was empty and I was starving, so I couldn't wait to order. Then I sat down at a table and wolfed down my food.

A few minutes later, after finishing the food in front of me, I patted my slightly bloated stomach, let out a burp, and then reached into my pocket for cigarettes. But when I checked, I found none. After thinking for a moment, I realized that the cigarettes and the bloodstained clothes were still in the trunk of the car. So I took my hand out and picked up a chopstick, playing with it. I muttered to myself, "Life is unpredictable!" Wu Yan, who was still drinking porridge with his head down, heard me, looked up, and asked calmly, "What are you planning to do next?" "What do you think, warofthedog, respectfully!" I said with half-closed eyes and a smirk, nonchalantly.

"Hey!" He chuckled. "I was tired of being a mercenary and came to China to rest for a year or two. But then I ran into a guy like you, seemingly cowardly but actually incredibly crazy. Add to that all that mess, and there's no way I can settle down anymore!" Before I could answer, he immediately chimed in, asking curiously in a low voice, "How did you guess I was a mercenary?" I chuckled and replied, "Yesterday afternoon, when you opened that black box in the dorm that we'd never opened before, I figured it out. What ordinary person has a full set of special forces uniforms, a tactical vest, combat boots; a Jetbeam wolf-eye high-intensity flashlight, a US military-grade cavalry blade, a Traser NBC protective watch, an IBA bulletproof vest, an AN/PVS-14 individual night vision goggles, a pocket-sized infrared low-light binoculars, a telescopic steel baton, a crossbow; plus that Colt Python revolver—I think even the dumbest person would have guessed!"

"We'll see." I put down my chopsticks, picked up a toothpick, and continued while picking my teeth, "When you interrogated Richard, you mentioned the behavior of British soldiers after being captured, which makes me think you must have experienced it firsthand. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so certain. Plus, the fighting techniques you taught me are concise, fierce, and effective; based on the above conclusions, therefore—" "When I took those things out yesterday, I already decided not to hide it from you." Wu Yan interrupted me before I could finish, "But I'm still a little curious, how did you recognize those equipment?" "What?" I tossed away the toothpick, grinning broadly. "You forgot? Besides 'Colorful Colors,' my favorite websites are Tiexue.net.

Not only that, my Tiexue.net account is already at the major level. I'd be a semi-professional military enthusiast, right? If I didn't recognize your gear, wouldn't I have wasted my time there?" "I really didn't realize." A glint flashed in his eyes. "Your mental fortitude is much better than I expected. It's only been a few hours, and you're already chatting and laughing. No wonder that 'w' treated you differently and even gave you the note."

"There's nothing I can do!" I rubbed my hands together, rolled my eyes, and sighed softly, "Someone as insignificant as me gets so much attention and is being used. Used if I want! I definitely can't stay in the country anyway. Once this is resolved and my mother is settled, I'll go abroad with you!" As I said this, I seemed to remember something, and looked up at Wu Yan, asking, "You still haven't told me which company you're a mercenary for! Blackwater? IZO? EO? Or some other small mercenary group?" "

Arctic Fox. Ever heard of it?" he said calmly.

I racked my brains but couldn't recall any mercenary company in the world with that name. So he shook his head and continued, "Forget it, I'm going to go abroad with you to make a living sooner or later anyway. Hey, by the way, who's that Lao Liang? How do you know him?" "Three years ago, he was an attending physician at a hospital in Congo funded by an international organization. At that time, Congo was in the midst of a civil war. During one battle, a group of rebels forcibly requisitioned the hospital and took him and more than a dozen other doctors and nurses hostage, hoping to force the government forces to stop their attack.

For various reasons, the government forces did not agree to the rebels' conditions and instead notified this international organization. This organization contacted Arctic Fox, and we rescued those doctors and nurses. I personally got Lao Liang out of the house where he was being held. He was very grateful to see that I was Chinese and gave me one of his..." Business card.

That's how I found out he was from Dongzhou. We agreed yesterday that I would contact him after you went to the auction. During our phone conversation, I learned that after returning to China, he couldn't stand the dirty dealings in the domestic medical field, so he resigned from his job and opened a clinic here with his own money. His wife even divorced him because of this.” At this point, Wu Yan looked at me, sighed, and continued apologetically, “I originally thought the physical injury would be on you, but I didn't expect Richard to use anesthetics and aphrodisiacs. It caused your mother—” “No matter how well the plan is made, there will always be unexpected events.” I waved my hand. “It's not your fault. I had already anticipated this situation. Besides, my mother, my mother, she, she also—” I didn't want to say the rest, because Wu Yan understood the meaning behind those words.

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I'll disguise myself using the things the killer gave me, grab my laptop and the hard drive I slept derive from Richard, and take a taxi to a computer mall to buy the hard drive enclosure I needed to assemble an external hard drive." To scout out Richard's situation, I deliberately had the driver stop at the intersection about fifty meters from the residential complex where we had quietly left in the early morning. Getting out of the car and turning the corner, I saw several police cars parked outside the complex. There were also many people peering inside, watching the commotion.

I joined the crowd, feigning curiosity as I looked around for a while. Then I asked an elderly man next to me, "Grandpa, what happened here?" "Someone died. It seems to be a gas explosion," he replied after glancing at me.

"Oh dear! That noise this morning was really loud! Several of our windows were shattered!" Before I could ask any more questions, a plump middle-aged woman on the other side touched her chest, sighing with lingering fear.

"A lot of people must have died?" I asked the woman, my eyes darting around.

"It's alright, it's alright. I heard from Director Qiao of the neighborhood committee that apart from one person dying in the explosion, there weren't any other casualties. At most, people like me were a little shaken. Oh, and I also heard that the one who died was a foreigner. Sigh! These foreigners are really something! They don't go to those upscale neighborhoods, but insist on living in this kind of resettlement community for relocated people. Aren't they all said to be rich—" This middle-aged woman was clearly a gossipy and sharp-tongued woman. Having obtained the information I wanted, I ignored the middle-aged woman's incessant chatter and exaggerated reactions, left the crowd, and walked towards the computer mall.

"Impressive, Wu Yan!" My initial slight worry about the explosion harming innocent people was now much more relaxed. Clearly, he had precisely considered the explosive force when installing the timer on the phone. What convinced me even more was that this place was Richard's secret hideout for his own survival. Very few people knew about it, including Lü Guoqiang.

At the computer mall, I not only bought a hard drive enclosure but also a large number of CDs. I knew very well what kind of situation Wu Yan and I would face next. Once Lü Guoqiang learned of Richard's death, even if he didn't believe I was responsible, he would send that guy named Ran to arrest and interrogate me, ultimately leading to my death. There was also the murderer lurking in the shadows and the mysterious woman codenamed "W." It seemed they, like Richard, were after the money Lü Guoqiang had embezzled. Caught in the middle of these forces, Wu Yan and I had no chance of leaving Dongzhou alive if we didn't make careful plans. Moreover, my mother was also involved. For her sake—

"We're in crisis, our lives hang by a thread! Whether we can break through depends on you!" Twenty minutes later, I muttered to myself, holding the portable hard drive I had just assembled, while resting in a private room at a coffee shop. Then, I connected it to my laptop with a data cable and opened one of the videos, watching the lewd scenes again.

I have to admit, the professionals in Hong Kong are indeed highly skilled at installing webcams. The picture and sound quality were almost identical to those hidden cameras in Japanese AVs. In the spacious and luxurious presidential suite, various pot-bellied, bloated officials were naked, lying down, sprawling, sitting, or reclining; beside them were one or two beautiful, graceful young women, also naked. These women used all sorts of flirtatious techniques to stimulate the men. Two or three men were already engaged in sexual intercourse with the beautiful women beside them. Moans, gasps, and lewd words mixed with different tones reached my ears through my headphones.

Of course, Lü Guoqiang was among them. His behavior there was far from that of a refined, gentle, and cultured gentleman. He sat reclining on an exquisite leather sofa, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the attentive service of two beautiful women. One of the women was diligently sucking his penis with her sensual lips, her hands constantly caressing and teasing Lü Guoqiang's buttocks, her voice emitting soft, seductive moans; the other twisted her body against his chest, her firm breasts rubbing against his upper body, her fragrant lips kissing his cheeks and chin, occasionally offering her breasts to his mouth.

At the other end of the sofa, a man and woman were enacting the most primal act of intercourse. The man, holding the woman's legs up, was thrusting violently, making no attempt to conceal himself from Lü Guoqiang and the other two women beside him. The girl he was pinning down and fucking let out incredibly seductive moans.

Soon, in front of the sofa, on a brightly colored cashmere carpet, a threesome began: a woman straddled the waist of a man lying on the floor, his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Another man straddled her from behind, violently thrusting his penis into her anus. The woman's moans were muffled and suppressed; she buried her face in the chest of the man thrusting into her, her long, silky hair cascading down his face like a waterfall. The man behind her clenched his teeth, thrusting into her anus while also experiencing this strange but extremely pleasurable sexual act. After

a few more minutes, Lü Guoqiang could no longer suppress his lust and rolled around with the two girls. One of the girls' labia enveloped his erect penis, and he began to stroke it. His hands freely caressed the other girl's body, from her tender vagina, rounded buttocks, smooth back to her full breasts. The girls swayed and rose in rhythm with their moans and cries. The scene resembled two alluring, wanton fox spirits taking turns in a passionate embrace. Their bodies intertwined, the sofa rising and falling with the rhythm of the three of them and the couple at the other end.

After more than a hundred rounds, the two girls serving Lü Guoqiang were covered in sweat, their legs weakening from the frequent swaying and shifting. Yet they still diligently took turns servicing his erect penis, their lips emitting moans and groans, half-performed, half-ecstatic.

Just then, a couple suddenly appeared in the frame, blocking Lü Guoqiang and the two girls. At the same time, my eyes widened instantly.

"It's her! How could Lü Guoqiang let her participate?" I wondered, staring intently at the screen. The woman in the couple was none other than Guan Li, whom I had seen yesterday. Her arms were wrapped around the man's neck, her long, jade-like legs tightly entwined around his waist. Her head was shaking wildly, her moans wanton, while the man, supporting her buttocks, thrust in and out as he walked towards Lü Guoqiang.

Lü Guoqiang, already on the verge of climax, paid no heed to anyone else. He only shifted slightly, his mouth and hands still buried in the two girls' breasts. The man placed Guan Li on the sofa, then withdrew his penis, gesturing for the panting, blushing Guan Li to perform oral sex.

Without hesitation, Guan Li knelt on the sofa, her hand on his penis, and parted her lips to take it in. Her head moved vigorously back and forth between his legs, her free hand stroking her wet, sticky vulva

. The intercourse at the other end of the sofa ended; the man on top of the woman was moaning, clearly having ejaculated. But after only a short rest, seeing the two girls swaying and bewitching on Lü Guoqiang, he moved over, pulled one of them to his side, and began to knead her breasts. The girl, her mouth agape and eyes closed, her body limp and drenched in sweat, was aroused by his ministrations. She couldn't help but grasp his now-shrunken penis and masturbate it. When it became erect again, she

straddled him, thrusting herself into his lap. The man, reaching the peak of pleasure, lifted the girl around the waist and pressed her to the ground. He released her, knelt on her thighs, and gripped her breasts tightly. His penis entered her vagina, and he began to thrust violently.

The girl arched her legs, straightened her toes, and moaned repeatedly. The man, while thrusting, rubbed her breasts. After several dozen more thrusts, he gritted his teeth, gripping her breasts tightly, his lower body pressed against her perineum. Then, his whole body convulsed, and his semen, drawn by her vaginal opening, shot deep into her vagina.

Quite by chance, Lü Guoqiang also ejaculated at that moment. I saw him quickly and roughly push the girl off him, his penis throbbing as he pulled it out, the glans swollen and engorged. Semen shot out from his urethra like rain, splashing onto the girl's pretty face.

The three-way intercourse on the carpet reached its climax after Lü Guoqiang collapsed limply onto the sofa. The man penetrating her vagina thrust powerfully and rapidly, like a motorcycle at full speed, while the man behind the woman also exerted all his strength in thrusting into her anus, his face contorted with rage. The woman moaned wildly and writhed, matching their frenzied rhythm, her two round, pert breasts shaking violently, creating ripples. Half a minute later, the two men ejaculated one after the other. At the same time, Guan Li's beautiful oval face began to receive the men's surging, thick, white semen.

After the battle, the room was filled with exhausted men and women, lying slumped about, panting, with puddles of semen and vaginal fluids scattered haphazardly on the carpet, the sofa, the women's faces, and their breasts. But soon, the men stood up, grabbed various expensive liquors from a shelf, and small pill bottles. They mixed the liquor with the pills and swallowed the diamond-shaped ones poured from the bottles. Then, grinning lewdly, they pounced on their new targets.

The depraved scene continued, men and women using every trick in the book. There was no tenderness or affection between them, only lust, a direct and almost frenzied bestial desire. They changed positions, switched partners. Vaginas, lips, breasts, anuses; these private parts that women rarely showed themselves became the mysterious sources of the men's gratification. After watching for a while, these people seemed like writhing worms to me, disgusting.

"Phew!" I breathed a sigh of relief after watching. At the same time, I secretly rejoiced that I hadn't seen my mother in these videos. Otherwise, sooner or later, Lü Guoqiang might have resorted to all sorts of despicable means

to force her to participate in such obscene group sex parties. This can be seen from his tacit approval of Richard's rape of my mother.

"You'll regret this, you bastard!" I silently murmured. The cigarette between my fingers burned, the rising smoke twisting and eerying—around 2 PM, I returned to the clinic. As soon as I saw Wu Yan, I told him what I had found out that morning at the entrance of the neighborhood where Richard had died. He listened, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"And another thing." Before he could think it through, I continued, "I also left a message for the murderer on QQ. I briefly explained what we got from Richard. But he's not online. Also, I think we still need to go back to school, otherwise the police will soon turn their attention to us. Especially me, after all, there were quite a few people at the auction last night—" "Don't worry." Wu Yan shook his finger, calmly saying, "The police won't bother us now.

There's no problem like what you're talking about. Let me analyze it for you. First, I judge that Lü Guoqiang should already know about Richard's death. But in his heart, he definitely..." "I hope Richard dies soon. We did what he wanted to do but was very hesitant to do, and now he's only relieved. Because whoever killed Richard, their secret will be exposed. As for you, in his eyes, you're not a threat at all. He can do whatever he wants with you whenever he wants.

Besides, he's ignored the existence of people like me, and he doesn't even know that his employer has sent 'W' with this intelligence. His mentality is definitely the same as Richard's. So, he'll definitely do everything he can to cover this up. Don't forget his connections with some high-ranking officials in the Eastern State political and police circles." These words gradually dispelled my concerns. So I jokingly asked him, "You mean it's okay for us to go back to school now?" He nodded and said again, "Absolutely nothing for the time being. But once the storm has passed over Richard's matter, you'll be in danger.

He'll definitely send that guy named Arran to deal with you, or at least ask why you beat him up at the auction, right?" I smiled disdainfully, pointing with my left hand to the external hard drive in my right hand. "I'm just afraid he won't come, otherwise this thing will be useless." After saying a few more words, he patted my arm and whispered, "Go take off your fake beard and go see your mother. She's been asking me about your whereabouts ever since she woke up. There are some things that should be kept from her." "I understand." My tone also became serious as I took off my fake beard and walked towards the backyard of the clinic. My mother, with

disheveled hair, pale face, and a hint of sorrow in her eyes, burst into tears as soon as I entered the room. Two lines of clear tears instantly dripped down her cheeks onto the quilt. Feeling a pang of regret, I hurried a few steps and sat on the edge of the bed, intending to reach out and embrace her. But in the end, my hand froze in mid-air, not following through.

She was sobbing softly, her expression and appearance vaguely reminding me of that scene two years ago in Ningzhou. I remembered that time, she was publicly insulted by the wife of Jiang Zihui, the owner of that shipping company. This led to her eventually coming back to the county town with me. But this time—"Mom, don't worry! I will definitely make those who insulted you suffer a terrible death!" I finally gritted my teeth, reaching out to embrace her while silently vowing.

The hem of my shirt was quickly soaked with her tears. Feeling her slightly trembling body, my emotions were incredibly complex. I couldn't help but whisper to her, "Mom, do you remember what I told you? If anyone dares to bully you, just tell me. I'll make them pay! That's my promise to you." "Son," she finally lifted her head from my shoulder, looking up at me with teary eyes. "I've disappointed you again. I was so blind and foolish to believe that man's sweet talk. Now, thinking back to what your grandfather said, it was so true!" "What did your grandfather say?" I asked gently, but with curiosity.

"Sigh!" She lowered her head and sighed softly, "Your grandfather once told me that handsome young men like that are bound to be philanderers, and I should never marry someone like that." "A self-fulfilling prophecy!" I thought to myself.

After saying this, her lips trembled, and her eyes welled up with tears. Seeing this, I reached out and let her head rest against my chest. At the same time, her tone was very gentle as she tried to comfort her: "Mom, leave that guy! He's a hypocrite, not worth getting angry at. I'll stand up for you!" "No!" She suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist, buried her face in my chest, and pressed her firm, full breasts against me. The warm, smooth touch made me feel a mix of guilt and pleasure for a moment.

"Son, Mom doesn't want anything to happen to you. Besides, you've already hit him, consider it revenge for Mom. Don't go looking for trouble with him anymore, okay? Mom knows he has someone backing him up, you can't beat him. Listen to Mom, go to school and study hard. I'll take care of hitting him for you. Okay?" Just as I was lost in fantasies and absent-mindedness, my mother's words in my arms instantly brought me back to my senses.

"Mom, let's not talk about this anymore." Knowing what she meant, I immediately stopped the conversation. We simply nestled together, quietly enjoying the tranquil atmosphere of the moment.

A pot of white chrysanthemums on the windowsill bloomed vibrantly in the brisk west wind. The stamens among the petals seemed to gaze silently at us, mother and child, like human eyes, deep and sorrowful. (To be continued)

(Chapter Sixteen)

I stood calmly before a small lake. The moon had risen, shining on the desolate, secluded lake. A chill permeated the air, like a frozen tear, spreading and flowing across the lake's surface. At the same time, a layer of hazy, deep mist drifted across the opposite shore. All around was quiet, utterly quiet.

"Boy, you've finally become like me." Suddenly, a chilling voice came from behind me. Clearly, the elusive, elusive killer had appeared.

My hands were already stained with blood, but at this moment of his reappearance, I didn't feel the usual fear. He turned around, looking at the chaotic figure, and said, "Yes, I've killed people before. If you're not some demon and can be killed as well, why would I be afraid of you?" "Hehehe!" He suddenly laughed, and after laughing, he continued, "Yes! Interesting kid. You can come and try to kill me."

But I want to ask you, if you do this, will you be safe? Don't believe me? Look over there!" My eyes followed his gaze to the opposite side of the lake. Suddenly, strangely, many familiar faces appeared in the mist. They stood in a straight line along the lake, each looking at me across the distance. They opened their mouths, each trying to convey their message to me.

"Xiao Jun, where's your mother? I miss her so much!" A handsome young man with bright eyes, a high nose, thick eyebrows, and thin lips asked me anxiously. It was the voice of Xia Tianhong, which I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Hehe, He Jun! That old slut's mother tastes so good! Hurry up, take me there, I want to fuck her again!" That voice belonged to Chen Kai, the handsome but arrogant playboy.

"Yeah! Cousin, let me have some fun too!" "Kai, me too! Let's all fuck that old bitch together!" These two voices came from Ma Benliang, a dark-skinned, short, fat man, and Da Dong, a thug-like man.

"Haha! Young men, count me in for a group!" Qian Mingyuan, a square-faced man with big eyes, thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and an imposing manner, who used to be my mother's boss, chimed in.

"Me too!" "Count me in!" "Me too!" Jiang Zihui, the well-dressed and handsome shipping company owner, and his two friends also joined in the commotion.

"Hmm, that woman's skills in bed are really good! Next time, I'll get her to spend three days with me." Wu Zhongfa, who had done sexual transactions with my mother, had a pointed mouth and a monkey-like face, and was extremely lewd, spoke up.

"Shut up!" A furious shout rang out, but it wasn't me. It came from my friend, the obese Hai Jian, who was standing with them: "Listen up, you scoundrels! Aunt Shen belongs to me! She belongs to me alone! Anyone who dares to touch her again, I will kill you all! Kill you all!"

"And you! Ah Jun!" His tone suddenly shifted, and he raised his hand, pointing at me across the lake. "Remember this too, your mother is mine! If you bully her, don't blame me for killing you too!" "These young people nowadays! They're so ill-mannered, so arrogant."

Standing silently among the group, the refined and elegant Lü Guoqiang finally spoke. "Women are meant to be played with and used. Since ancient times, beautiful women have all turned into skeletons. While they're still young, we should make the most of them. Feelings? Hmph! What are they worth!" After they finished speaking, their figures quietly disappeared from the opposite shore. In the blink of an eye, the area returned to its quiet, dark, and chilling state. Only the mist still lingered eerily on the opposite bank.

"Did you hear that!" the murderer's voice rang out again. "These people, every single one of them, deserve to die in your eyes, right? Resentment, anger, bitterness, sadness? Yes, you have these seeds of hatred within you. But what have you done? Buried them deep in your heart, stalking and spying again and again? Wake up! This world has no justice or morality as you once believed in, only the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest! 'Those who defile another's wife and daughter will surely have their wives and daughters defiled in return'? That's just something third-rate writers and screenwriters concoct to deceive the public.

In the eyes of those who wield power and wealth; those who possess wisdom and means, women are nothing more than embellishments to their lives!" "Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace," I murmured softly. Unconsciously, I agreed with his viewpoint.

"Yes!" The chilling voice continued, "Now, the opportunity is before you. Work for me, get Lu Guoqiang's money, and I can give you twenty percent, and I'll help you kill those scum who insulted your mother. You want them all to go to hell, don't you?"

"He's right, old ghost." Suddenly, Wu Yan appeared beside me. He stood shoulder to shoulder with me, his eyes fixed on the murderer. "Hey! I said, can I join this lucrative business? I don't need much, just five percent." "You just divided the money like this without asking me?" Before the murderer could speak, another voice came along with the appearance of the figure. I looked closely, and it was none other than the woman "W" I had met once before.

The four of them stared at each other, each with their own thoughts. After a long silence, the killer's chilling voice echoed again: "Zhao Wuyan, and this young lady, aren't you afraid of death?" The woman remained silent, only Wuyan curled his lip and retorted sharply, "And you? Aren't you afraid?" "Alright, gentlemen, do you want money or to settle personal scores?" I finally spoke, taking out a cigarette from my pocket, lighting it, and looking at the three of them.

"Work together to get Lu Guoqiang's money, one share for each of us. How about it?" A few minutes later, the woman codenamed "W" offered her suggestion.

Wuyan and I quickly nodded in agreement, but the killer was still considering. He stretched out his left hand, constantly rubbing his chin, his mouth opening and closing silently, as if he were chewing on something.

Only when the cigarette in my hand burned out did the killer say stiffly, "Okay. But—" "No! Don't make my Xiaojun do bad things!" Just as he was about to offer another suggestion, an urgent plea came from behind me. I turned around, my gaze fixed on the source of the voice—my mother, of course.

"Son, don't associate with them. It won't end well. Come with me, I'll find a way to handle things." She stood near the lake, her expression sorrowful, her eyes fixed on me as if awaiting my answer. After a

long pause, I closed my eyes, suppressing my grief, and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I have my own thoughts." Seeing my resolute expression, her face darkened. Her eyelids drooped, she turned away, and before I could speak again, she leaped into the lake!

"Mom!!!" Seeing this, I screamed in terror, taking a few quick steps before jumping in after her—"Huff! Huff! Huff!" Opening my eyes, my forehead and body were covered in cold sweat. My mind was blank, stinging with pain and cold. Only the blanket covering my chest offered a meager warmth.

After a moment, I twisted my neck and looked around. The room was quiet, and the sky was dim. Only the snoring of "Wasp," fast asleep beside me, seemed utterly out of place in the tranquil atmosphere. Wu Yan, on the other hand, slept soundly, neither snoring nor grinding his teeth; his breathing was even, his chest rising and falling gently.

"He really is a ruthless killer!" I thought to myself after watching him for a while, placing my hands behind my head and staring at the ceiling—a week had passed since Wu Yan and I killed Richard. We had returned safely to campus three days after his death. Things had unfolded as Wu Yan had predicted; nothing had changed, and the calm was astonishing.

Of course, my mother ultimately didn't heed my advice. After recovering, she left the clinic a day earlier than us and returned to Lu Guoqiang's villa. And for the past week, she hadn't contacted me.

Because of this, I was constantly in a state of anxiety and vigilance. Because I couldn't be sure if she had learned of Richard's death from Lü Guoqiang and then connected it to me and Wuyan.

In this situation, I was extremely tense, almost to the point of being paranoid and seeing threats everywhere. If Wuyan hadn't remained calm and composed, and frequently reassured me, I would have done something foolish long ago. Therefore, the dream mentioned above naturally affected me, appearing repeatedly in my mind like an alarm clock I had set for several nights in a row.

However, despite this, Wuyan and I still made careful preparations to guard against Lü Guoqiang. Being cautious a thousand times over is never too much; a single moment of carelessness can be fatal. Especially when facing this insidious Lü Guoqiang, who is usually known for his "kindness and refinement," we had to be extremely careful. Moreover, he had already taken action—

This week, besides all of the above, I also contacted the killer further on QQ and communicated with the woman codenamed "w" via text message. Clearly, they were both after the money Lu Guoqiang had embezzled. The killer was after himself, while "w" was after her employer.

Knowing my situation well and understanding that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I held nothing back, explaining to them on QQ and via text message that Richard was dead and that they had leverage over Lu Guoqiang. I then asked them to help me secretly. They all agreed, but warned me, either explicitly or implicitly, not to try to notify the police, or the consequences would be severe—"Scholar, I'm so sorry!" At this moment, still lying in bed, I turned my gaze to the neatly made bed, the empty bed where no one was lying.

That was Scholar's bed. For over thirty hours since the evening before yesterday, Wu Yan, "Wasp," and I hadn't seen him. I called his cell phone, but it was off; I asked a few of his fellow villagers in other dorms, but they didn't find out anything either. But these were just pretense; in reality, Wu Yan and I knew what was going on. We were just pretending not to know in order to keep "Wasp"

in the dark. "Illness enters through the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth. That saying is so true." Thinking of this, I got up, dressed, and quietly got out of bed, going to the balcony to smoke. As the cigarette smoke rose, I began to recall the last time I was with "Xiucai" thirty-odd hours ago—

"Old Ghost, what were you and 'Qingming' doing the other day? You didn't even come back to school?" "Xiucai," wiping sweat with his shirt after playing basketball, asked me.

"Nothing much, just feeling down, so I went for a walk. Wu Yan did the same." I looked around, then made up an excuse, as I was squatting beside him tying my shoelaces.

"You guys weren't out picking up girls, were you?" "Hornet," who had just been practicing his fancy dribbling by the basketball hoop, ran over and chimed in with a smug grin.

I shook my head, stood up, and gestured for them to come eat, then led the way out of the basketball court. On the way, "Hornet" said he had to go with his new girlfriend and left first. "Scholar" and I arrived at our usual little restaurant about twenty minutes later. Wu Yan, having received a call from me on the way here, hadn't gone to play basketball and had arrived before us. He had even ordered food in advance.

So the three of us started eating and chatting after the food arrived. I was preoccupied, so I didn't say much, just kept my head down and ate my rice. The other two were more talkative, discussing everything from astronomy to geography, and towards the end of the meal, they inexplicably started discussing the romantic escapades of ancient emperors.

"—During the Three Kingdoms period, Liu Shan, the last ruler of Western Shu, and Sun Hao, the last ruler of Eastern Wu, were both so engrossed in sensual pleasures that they forgot all about their kingdoms. Sun Hao even used the pretext of offering sacrifices to the gods to watch prostitutes sing and dance day and night during his father's funeral. Furthermore, Emperor Wu of Western Jin, Sima Yan, was also a sensual man. He had over ten thousand concubines in his harem, so much so that when he visited palace women each day, he would often ride in a sheep-drawn cart, and wherever the cart went, he would visit the women there. Therefore, some palace women, hoping for his favor, would place bamboo leaves in front of their doors and pour salt water on the ground to lure the cart to stop. And—" The "scholar" recounted in detail the licentious deeds of these emperors from various dynasties, his spittle flying everywhere, showing no sign of disrespect.

"Hehe, you're still a virgin, aren't you?" Wu Yan asked with a smile as he stopped to drink water.

Hearing this, the "scholar" blushed slightly. He glanced at Wu Yan and me, and after a long pause, said sheepishly, "Hehe, what can I do? I'm not as good-looking as you guys. My time hasn't come yet, I won't force it." Then, he continued talking about emperors: "Think about the lives of those emperors. Although they bore the weight of the world on their shoulders, they also enjoyed all the things that people in the world longed for. Fine wine and delicacies, rare and precious foods, wealth and honor, concubines in the harem; these things would be intoxicating in any era.

Sigh! I really wish I could go back to ancient times like the protagonists in those time-travel novels and experience being an emperor!" Hearing his lament, Wu Yan laughed out loud, "Really? You read time-travel novels too?" "Hehe, keeping up with the times! Who said I only read ancient books!" He adjusted his glasses and lowered his voice, "Not only that, I've also been reading adult novels on the sis forum lately!" Although he wasn't in a good mood... Hearing his words still made me grin and laugh out loud. "Damn! I never knew you, a virgin, were such a repressed pervert!"

His face flushed even more, but he continued, "Those novelists there are really amazing! I wonder how they come up with all that. The others are alright, but some of the ones about incest between mothers and sons are a bit inappropriate. How can a person be so inhumane as to have sex with their own mother!" I suppressed my smile, reached into my pocket, took out my phone, and was about to speak while texting when Wu Yan interrupted me: "But you can't deny that this kind of thing exists in real society. If we don't talk about now, there are even more examples in ancient times. Didn't you just mention that some emperors, after their deaths, would have their new emperors take the concubines left behind by their fathers? Isn't that incest? Although in most cases they are not related by blood, in terms of status—"

"Oh, right! Speaking of incestuous relationships among ancient emperors, there really was one in history, documented in official histories. And he had affairs with either concubines or his own mother." After saying this, "Scholar" picked up his cup and took a sip of water.

"Which emperor?" Wu Yan asked curiously. At the same time, I finished sending the message, put my phone back in my pocket, and looked around. My ears were waiting for "Scholar's" answer.

"This emperor was Emperor Xiaowu of the Southern Song Dynasty during the Northern and Southern Dynasties period, Liu Jun, Liu Xiulong!" My body suddenly trembled, and I turned to look at Wu Yan. Although he wasn't as shocked as I was, the look in his eyes spoke volumes.

Liu Jun, courtesy name Xiulong, also known as Daomin, was the third son of Emperor Wen of Song, Liu Yilong, and his temple name was Shizu. He was initially enfeoffed as the Prince of Wuling, with a fief of two thousand households. Later, he was transferred to the position of Governor of Yongzhou. At the end of the Yuanjia era, he became the Governor of Jiangzhou, overseeing the military affairs of Jiangxia in Jiangzhou and the four prefectures of Xiyang, Jinxi, and Xincai in Yuzhou, and serving as the General of the Southern Central Army. The year after Emperor Wen's third failed northern expedition, he was assassinated by his eldest son, Liu Shao. Upon hearing this, Liu Jun, along with Liu Yixuan, the Governor of Jingzhou, and Zang Zhi, the Governor of Yongzhou, raised an army to attack him and ascended the throne at Xinting. His reign titles were Xiaojian and Daming. He heavily relied on the officials Dai Faxing, Chao Shangzhi, and Dai Mingbao, who were appointed to control the government. He also established two ministers within the Ministry of Personnel and implemented the system of imperial decrees and the system of tax collection based on land ownership to curb the power of the wealthy. The clan strengthened the monarch's power. According to the "Biographies of Empresses and Consorts" in the Book of Song, "The emperor showed little respect in his boudoir. When he had a favorite concubine, he would sometimes stay in the Empress Dowager's room, which caused a great uproar among the people, and there were many scandalous rumors. The affairs of the palace were kept secret, and no one could tell the truth." Although this account is vague, the Book of Wei, which was in the same period as the Southern Dynasties

, provides a very clear comment: "Jun was licentious and unrestrained, and he had an affair with his mother, Lady Lu. The filth and scandal spread throughout Ou and Yue." And "In the fourth year, he hunted at the mouth of the Wujiang River and also went to Manshan in Huxian County. He went with his mother and indulged in licentiousness." This statement couldn't be clearer. While listening to the "scholar's" long-winded speech, I gestured to Wu Yan under the table. Because now I not only knew the origin of the name "Liu Xiulong", but also noticed something unusual when I looked out the window: about thirty or forty meters away from the restaurant, a Jinbei van was quietly parked there. Four men stood around the car, smoking and looking across the street into the restaurant. These four men, dressed entirely in black, with fierce faces, were none other than the same four men they had seen in their hometown county town, the ones who had taught Da Dong and Ma Benliang a lesson.

"—Liu Xiulong's birth mother, Empress Dowager Lu, was named Lu Huinan. A native of Jiankang, Danyang, she was selected for the palace due to her outstanding beauty and was bestowed the title of Shuyuan by Emperor Wen. Initially, Emperor Wen favored her greatly, but as she grew older and gave birth to her son Liu Xiulong, he gradually lost interest in her. Later, when Liu Xiulong was five years old, he was enfeoffed as the Prince of Wuling, as was customary. Lu Huinan couldn't bear to see her young son alone in the palace, so she requested Emperor Wen to allow her to accompany him. Since Lu Huinan had already fallen out of favor, her presence in the palace was of little use, so Emperor Wen granted her request. Thus, mother and son lived together in their fiefdom. Over time, an illicit affair developed between them. It wasn't until Liu Xiulong became emperor that Lu Huinan returned to the palace, choosing to remain with her son—" The "scholar" continued his eloquent speech, but Wu Yan and I lost interest in listening. A few minutes later, when he finished his topic and got up to go to the restroom... Wu Yan and I carefully stood up, tossed the owner a hundred-yuan bill, and quickly slipped out the back door of the restaurant.

"Will we be okay leaving him behind?" After walking hurriedly for a while, I asked Wu Yan beside me

, feeling slightly uneasy. He turned to look at me, a glint of light flashing in his narrow eyes. "Let's worry about ourselves! Nobody's omnipotent. This is the only way to ensure the plan goes smoothly." "Did you deliberately provoke him into saying those things?" I continued to ask.

He nodded. "We can't determine if Lu Guoqiang's men were inside the restaurant just now, but given his connections outside, the possibility of them being inside is very high, so—" "So we'll use 'the scholar' as bait, right?" I smiled bitterly. "Last time I used my mother as bait, this time you'll use that guy. Heh, we're really quite tacitly despicable!"

"Remember!" He suddenly stopped, patted my shoulder, and said seriously, "Since you've chosen this path, I hope you abandon pity, give up illusions, and use every means at your disposal. You must have a firm belief that you won't give up until you achieve your goal. If you continue to live a muddled life like before, I don't need to say more about what will happen, right?" "Understood!" I quickly gritted my teeth and said resolutely.

Seeing this, he returned to his calm and composed smile, put his arm around my shoulder, and walked forward. As I walked, I said,

"Alright, let's finish what we need to do today—" The smoke dissipated, and the remaining cigarette butt flew off my finger onto the balcony, drifting and landing on the ground outside. Sparks flew across the ground, like moths drawn to a flame, fleeting in the blink of an eye. The night was not made more vibrant by this flickering flame. It remained so dark, so tranquil; seemingly exactly like the dream I had just had. Not long after, having finished recalling what had happened, I returned indoors, looking at the sleeping Wu Yan and "Wasp." A strange smile appeared on my lips— * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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" On the double bed in the middle, in a hazy blur, the limbs of a man and a woman were intertwined. The beautiful woman, with her snow-white skin, was completely naked. She moved incessantly on top of the man, her long hair swinging back and forth, her exaggeratedly surging breasts swaying, mesmerizing and intoxicating.

The woman straddled him, her movements fluid and rhythmic, the waves of pleasure sending her from one cloud to another. A few strands of her long hair, damp with sweat, clung to her temples, and her tightly clenched lips couldn't contain her hysterical screams. She finally sat down fully, her long legs tightly wrapped around the man beneath her, leaning down to embrace him, murmuring and moaning, "Mmm—faster—it's coming—it's coming!" Beads of glistening sweat streamed down her forehead, sprinkling onto the man's body, then slowly rolling down and soaking into the sheets.

A short while later, the man, who had been lying on his back, pushed the woman away, got off the bed, and, while pulling off the condom from his penis, commanded the woman, who was still kneeling on the bed panting, urgently and sternly: "Bitch, come here! Suck my semen out with your mouth!" The woman looked at the man with a resentful expression. But she still climbed between his legs, lifted his penis, opened her mouth, and swallowed the hard, thick penis that

had just been ravaging her. The man tilted his head back, his expression one of unusual pleasure and satisfaction. At the same time, he let out suppressed growls. It was obvious that his lower body was receiving immense pleasure from the woman. At this moment, he was completely intoxicated by the woman's oral and manual caresses of his penis.

The woman would lick his glans with the tip of her tongue, and then suddenly put the entire penis into her mouth and suck on it. At the same time, her hands were not idle either, dragging his testicles and stroking them incessantly.

"Ah—so good—damn—it feels so good!" Under such intense stimulation, the man could no longer suppress his excitement and let out a loud shout. His voice seemed to greatly encourage the woman, prompting her to suck even more vigorously. Her cheeks were bulging out, and there was a constant wriggling motion from them as the woman intimately licked the man's sensitive glans with her tongue.

As the woman sucked and licked, the man's cries gradually grew louder. Gradually, he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. Just as the woman moved her tongue to the sensitive part of the tip of his glans again, he suddenly lowered his body and grabbed the woman's breasts, which, although not large, were not badly firm, and occasionally stroked her protruding nipples.

The woman gasped, seemingly in pain. But the man ignored her, grabbing the back of her neck with one hand while pushing his penis forward even more forcefully, soon shoving almost the entire penis into the woman's mouth.

The woman's expression was pained, her delicate body trembling, emitting a soft moan. The man then gripped the woman kneeling between his legs tightly, his eyes greedily fixed on the beautiful woman servicing his penis. The pressure of his kneading of her breasts increased once more.

The intense oral sex continued. Soon, the woman's seductive manner of swallowing and sucking was fully revealed, her head swaying left and right as if she were devouring a delicious sausage. Her hands cooperated, forming small circles, stroking the exposed part of the man's penis. While stroking, she would occasionally kiss the glans with her tongue.

The man's glans began to secrete large amounts of white fluid, mixed with the woman's saliva, which trickled from the corners of her mouth. At the same time, he seemed unable to suppress the pleasure emanating from his penis any longer; his body trembled uncontrollably by the bedside, as if in a spasm. He thrust his body upwards violently, twisting it sharply, pressing his glans deep into the woman's throat, and then screamed.

When the man finished ejaculating and withdrew his still-throbbing penis from her mouth, she quickly pulled away, turned her head to the side, and began coughing violently. With each cough, a yellowish-white liquid dripped from the corner of her mouth onto the floor.

A dozen minutes later, the man, now dressed, placed a small packet of white powder from his pocket on the bedside table. He then said to the woman, who was showering in the bathroom, "Here it is. Don't forget what I told you." "Mm," the woman's echo was soft but clear.

"Hmph!" the man sneered and walked away.

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"You look terrible, didn't sleep again last night?" It was already the next morning, and none of the three of us in the dorm chose to go to class, instead staying inside. I was still standing on the balcony, gazing at the beautiful autumn scenery of the campus; "Wasp" was playing online games; and Wu Yan had moved a stool and sat next to me

, basking in the sun and reading a book. At the same time, he softly uttered the question. I didn't answer immediately, took out my phone, tossed it into the air with my right hand, caught it with my left hand as it fell, and handed it back to my right hand. I repeated this boring tossing and catching game over and over

again. "If nothing unexpected happens, Shi Jia Ran's second group will arrive in a little while." The "Shi Jia Ran" that Wu Yan mentioned was the long-rumored Brother Ran. Back when we first returned to school, I had already obtained information from the mysterious woman "W" through text messages: Shi Jia Ran, a local of Dongzhou. He was thirty-three years old, and six or seven years ago he was a low-level hoodlum working as a bouncer at an ordinary nightclub.

Afterwards, he was caught in a "crackdown," his boss was sentenced to prison, and he himself was detained for three months for fighting. After his release, he idled in society for over half a year before starting his own company five years ago. Through his ambitious management and diligent expansion, he now owns not only a conglomerate, a pharmaceutical factory, a large shopping mall, two high-end entertainment and leisure centers, and a martial arts school; he has also become a district-level People's Congress representative in Dongzhou City.

From a social outcast to a multi-millionaire entrepreneur and mainstream figure, it only took him five years. This seems like a fantasy to me. Leaving aside the later events, the very act of starting his company speaks volumes: where did he get the hundreds of thousands of yuan in start-up capital? From the acquaintances he made while roaming the streets? Or from his parents, who had no family background? There's only one explanation: someone behind him must be providing funding and advice. And through the phone call Richard secretly recorded, this person becomes crystal clear.

Thinking of this, I stopped tossing my phone, put it back in my pocket, and then looked around the room, whispering, "Let him come! But let's go out now, so as not to implicate him." Following my gaze, Wu Yan turned to look at "Wasp," who was playing on the computer inside. He then said, "We'll play it by ear later, watch our emotions, and don't fall into his trap." I nodded, then followed him into the room, one after the other into the bathroom, quietly rummaged around for a bit, and then each picked up the backpacks we had prepared beforehand.

Just as we were about to step out the door, "Wasp's" voice came over: "You two, 'Scholar' hasn't been seen for two days. Do you think we should call the police?" "Let's wait and see!" Wu Yan said first after exchanging a glance with me. I immediately teased, "Hehe, maybe that kid's out having a romantic time with some girl. Let him be, he'll come back when he's supposed to."

"Wasp" chuckled mischievously, his eyes glued to the computer screen, and muttered, "You guys don't know what that kid is like. He's such a show-off! He's told me so many times, all that 'fate brings people together even from a thousand miles away, while those not destined to meet won't recognize each other even face to face,' all that fancy, pretentious talk! People still believe that these days. Oh, and maybe, that kid's got some female literary friend he's really into. Hehe, who knows, maybe he'll suddenly decide to live happily ever after with her! Um, and 'Seimei,' could I borrow your two books, *The Thousand-Year-Old Orchid* and *The Mystery of the Puppet House*? Playing games and chasing girls every day is pretty boring.

Last night I saw someone online recommending these two detective books, and since you have them, I wanted to see if they're as exciting as they say. Ah! My gear—" "It's on my bookshelf, just take it!" Wu Yan pointed to his desk, his eyes fixed on me, giving me a meaningful smile.

Ignoring "Wasp's" rambling, we quickly left the dormitory building. After walking for a while, I heard Wu Yan mutter to himself, "Even the wisest person can make a mistake." "Same here," I echoed, rubbing my slightly throbbing temples, "Even the most foolish person can have a stroke of genius." "Luckily, he's an outsider," Wu Yan quickened his pace, "otherwise he'd be in trouble too."

"Yes," I nodded as if sharing his sentiment, then waved my hand, ignoring the fact that he couldn't see my gesture, "We need to hurry, at least finish it during the National Day holiday!" After a few more whispered words, we each headed off in our pre-arranged directions. I walked to the school gate, bought a pack of cigarettes and a Coke at the convenience store across the street, and then moved to the bus stop, only a hundred meters or so from the school gate. I smoked and drank Coke while looking around, waiting for the person who was about to arrive.

"I wonder how she's doing? Are those inhuman bastards bullying her there?" After finishing my cigarette, I suddenly had a sudden urge to take out my phone. Looking at the number in my contacts that I hadn't dialed in a long time, I fell into deep thought—at this moment, I wasn't thinking about my mother, but about that middle-aged beauty who had once brought me physical pleasure and emotional comfort; a woman of alluring beauty, charming and graceful, whose figure and looks were in no way inferior to my mother's, and who was even a few years younger—Fan Jinyan.

I couldn't understand my current state of mind. Why was I thinking about this woman I hadn't contacted for two or three months, especially in this crisis? To be honest, my relationship with her went through several stages. From the initial simple sexual desire, to the mixed feelings of love and lust, and finally to a purely sexual partnership. You could say: we met at the beginning, but ultimately returned to the beginning.

Since I brought my mother back to the county from Ningzhou nearly two years ago, this woman, who had been my mother's colleague, hadn't immediately broken off our relationship. Of course, back then I had just experienced the wonders of sex, and I certainly wouldn't refuse her alluring and captivating figure. So, while dating my ex-girlfriend Zhuge Shanshan, I would also frequently travel to Ningzhou to meet her. Looking back now, it seems rather ridiculous. Almost every time she called me, my penis would involuntarily become erect, no matter where I was.

From my senior year of high school until my first semester of college, for over a year, we were in frequent contact. Even when we didn't have time for sex, she would considerately satisfy my physical needs through masturbation or oral sex. Not only that, she also became my confidante. We talked about many things, almost everything except for some unspeakable personal matters.

It was arguably the most decadent, absurd, yet also the most carefree period of my life. If it weren't for that, I would definitely still be a perverted voyeur constantly watching my mother. Perhaps I would have discovered her affair with Haijian sooner.

Starting from the second semester of my freshman year, after my mother married Lü Guoqiang, my relationship with Fan Jinyan entered the third stage mentioned above. It turned out that her job meant I would never be her only man besides her husband. Many times, she didn't answer my calls. She either hung up or immediately turned off her phone. Anyone could tell what she was doing then. And when she called back afterwards, she was completely candid about where she was and who she was with.

In my opinion, someone who is overly honest and straightforward in matters of the heart is essentially a very selfish person. Such a person won't easily invest genuine love in others. "I love you"—these three words, which most people would easily utter to a loved one, are words they would never say lightly. Unfortunately, Fan Jinyan and I were precisely those kinds of people. Moreover, she was more mature and realistic than me. The age and experience gap further destined our relationship to never become a romantic fairytale. Gradually, our meetings changed from once a week to once every two weeks, or even once a month.

When we did meet, the initial intimacy and joyful feeling were gone. We instinctively stripped off our clothes and went straight to the point: release; unhesitatingly releasing our sexual desires. Sex? No, perhaps we never truly loved each other. It was just a cheap, passionate affair between two ordinary people, a product of various coincidences. Sex is for those who truly love each other. Between us, it was merely intercourse.

"We're just two parallel lines, how could we possibly intersect? Unless—" I muttered to myself, clutching my phone, leaning against the metal stand of the bus stop sign. The scene of our most recent and last meeting flashed through my mind—

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"You little pervert—you're so bad—don't do this—no—oh—I—" Lying naked on her soft bed in her bedroom, Fan Jinyan felt waves of pleasure surging from my fingers, spreading from her chest to her limbs. She was incredibly hot, and her voice was sweet and seductive.

One hand constantly pinched her already erect, full nipples, while the other rubbed her vulva, hidden by thick pubic hair, my fingertips occasionally teasing the tender flesh around it. Soon, her face became burning hot, and her breathing became rapid. Clearly, her desire was burning fiercely within her.

As my fingers gradually penetrated, she felt weak in the knees. Her clitoris, engorged with blood, was constantly squeezed between my fingers, sending shivers down her spine. Her body swayed and heaved violently, and her juices gushed from deep within her. She let out a soul-stirring moan. I rubbed my rock-hard penis against her sexy vulva a few times, let out a muffled groan, and then thrust it into her already quite wet vagina.

A powerful squeezing sensation came from the head of my penis, and I couldn't help but groan. She threw her head back under my violent thrusts, her long, flowing hair cascading down, her waist swaying gently, her beautiful body responding to my thrusts. All sorts of sensations rushed through our minds, vying to expand. A tingling, numb feeling accompanied by a soreness.

My thrusting speed varied, my force varied. With each thrust, my penis brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid and the tender, bright red flesh inside her vulva.

She gradually lost herself in this heavy pleasure, her eyes hazy, her desire overflowing, her vulva twitching, gripping my thick, hot penis, making it swell even more. So, I gradually increased the rhythm and force, and after dozens of thrusts, I gushed out a large amount of semen, ejaculating deep into her vagina. Then she leaned down, her face buried between her deep cleavage, the air filled with the strong scent of milk, mingled with our sweat and the smell of our intercourse. This scent instantly calmed my restless heart.

After a long while—"Ah Jun, let's not do this anymore." Fan Jinyan, her head resting against my chest, her hair disheveled, suddenly spoke these words calmly.

My body stiffened, a slight sadness passing through my heart. However, I concealed my feelings, stroking her long, soft hair and smiling, "Okay! It's been almost two years, thank you for bringing me so much joy. To be honest, I've always thought that this isn't a long-term solution. After all, you have a family and are busy with work." "You really think so?" She looked up, her eyes filled with surprise.

I reached out and took her arm, then kissed her forehead. "Don't think I'm still young and naive. You know very well what our relationship is like right now. If it continues, you'll get tired, and so will I. It might be better to end it quietly. At least we can still be friends, and in my heart, you'll still be my aunt." "Sigh!" She sighed softly, burying her head in my chest. "It's so good that you think that way. I won't lie to you; I can't be fully present when I'm with you right now.

You can think I'm selfish or promiscuous, it doesn't matter. For the sake of life, for the children, I have to deal with almost every different man every day. Rich or poor, handsome or ugly, tall or short, fat or thin; all these men want to take advantage of me. What can we women do? Besides this body, what else can please you men?"

"Alright, Auntie." I stroked her long, black hair. "None of us are at fault; it's the world that's at fault. We're all just ordinary people, and to survive, we have to pay a price. Look at my mom—" "How's your mom doing lately? Is that Lu Guoqiang treating her well?" Before I could finish, she looked up again and interrupted me.

Of course, I was the one who told her about my mom's remarriage. But at this moment, I was clearly disrupted by her abrupt change of pace. I frowned, considered for a moment, and then slowly said, "She's probably alright. I don't go to their villa much." "Hehe," she chuckled and sat up straight.

As her slender, jade-like fingers lightly touched my forehead, her tender, rosy lips uttered in a rhythmic, suggestive tone: "Are you jealous of that Lü Guoqiang? You're such a mother-obsessed little lecher, but you don't want to admit it. Oh—" Before she could finish, I extended a lewd hand, wrapped it around her waist, and raised it, tapping and flicking her nipples with my fingers. I tried to stop her from saying what I really didn't want to hear.

A seductive blush rose to Fan Jinyan's cheeks, and she instantly went limp in my arms. Breathing heavily, she watched my persistent hand invade her legs, feeling the rounded thighs of this middle-aged beauty.

Finally, it slid down to her groin, wantonly caressing her.

Her delicate body began to tremble uncontrollably, her jade-like legs twitching slightly. Her alluring appearance, seemingly trying to escape yet powerless to resist, stimulated my senses, and my manhood became erect again. So, I stroked my throbbing penis again, then rubbed the head against her labia, my heart burning with impatience, yet feigning mystery as I asked, "Do you want this thing?" "Mmm—stop fooling around—hurry up—remember—oh—remember—today is our—our last time—oh!" Her face flushed, her desire rekindled, she urged me incoherently. Her firm breasts were trembling slightly, yearning for my caresses, or my sucking.

As she said, I quickly climbed onto her, thrusting in and out, my hands and mouth simultaneously ravaging her neck and breasts. In just a few hundred thrusts, I felt waves of contractions inside her vagina, the walls gripping my penis, while a thick, warm liquid gushed from deep within her honeyed depths, drenching my glans. I couldn't help but shudder, thinking to myself, "Damn, what a slutty woman! She's already climaxed again." The room was filled with the sounds of passion, the gentle breeze carrying the sounds of a man and woman making love, a scene that seemed exceptionally lewd.

Just as she was still passionately entwined and kissing me with her eyes tightly closed, her phone on the bedside table beeped with an annoying text message notification.

I, who was holding her buttocks and thrusting my penis back and forth, didn't wait for her to react before taking the initiative to grab the phone. I opened it and saw the message: "Seven o'clock tomorrow night, same place, see you there." The sender happened to be an acquaintance. Her boss, who had also been my mother's boss—Qian Mingyuan.

"Hehe," I chuckled sinisterly, continuing my thrusts while shoving the phone into her hand as she moaned. "What, when did you get together with that guy again?" "Oh—oh—him—it feels good—I can't help it—harder—harder—we salespeople—oh—the power of life and death for salespeople is—in his hands—harder—can I refuse him—oh—besides—besides, we haven't had any new hires lately—he—he can only look for—look for us old folks—oh—harder—I feel so good—so good!" Fan Jinyan, her beautiful buttocks raised high, her smooth back curving, was burning with desire. Her seductive voice not only explained things to me but also emitted bewitching, maddening moans.

Watching this woman, so alluring and a perfect beauty in bed, perform so diligently, I was overwhelmed by intense pleasure and soon ejaculated in her mouth. At the same time, my brain began to spin, and an indescribable thought gradually arose within me. It was like a seed, quietly planted in my heart, and slowly, silently, it began to sprout.

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" " " Hey, '"" Hey!" What are you thinking, kid, '," a deep shout from behind me brought me back utterly to reality. Turning my head, my pupils shrank to pinpoints. As Wu Yan had expected, several burly men dressed in black had formed a semi-circle around me. The ordinary men and women who had been waiting for the train on the platform were nowhere to be seen; they must have fled for their own safety. As Wu Yan had predicted, several burly men dressed in black stood before me, forming a semi-circle around me. The ordinary men and women who had been waiting for the train on ' were nowhere to be seen;" they must have fled for their own safety. At the same time, he patted the bulge in his waist, seemingly trying to increase his intimidation.

"Heh," I chuckled, unfazed by my predicament. I glanced at them and scoffed,

"You think you need six of you to deal with a student like me? Fine, I've come to find your boss. No need for all that trouble, I'll go with you." "Let's go." The burly leader waved his hand, and two others stepped forward, grabbing me from either side and slowly leading me towards a dark-colored Buick minivan not far ahead. The others followed closely around me, preventing my escape.

Once in the car, they took the backpack from my shoulder and put a hood over my head. The same burly leader, with my vision completely blocked and everything pitch black, warned, "Just a heads-up, don't try anything funny in the car! I'll kill you and leave you to your own devices!" I nodded in the direction of the voice, indicating my complete cooperation. But they couldn't see the smug smile on my lips at that moment. (To be continued)

(Chapter 18)

About an hour later—I, now without my hood, was being held captive in an ordinary farmhouse courtyard by the burly man in charge, along with another burly man. The other four stood in the yard outside. Sitting in a folding chair, I looked out the door of the cell. Besides the four in the yard, there seemed to be other people vaguely visible in the fields outside.

"What are you looking at! Kid! Keep your head down!" The burly man behind me, seeing my nonchalant look, immediately struck me, slapping me on the back of the head.

"Ouch!" I winced in pain, lowering my head and clutching the spot where I had been hit. I muttered a mild complaint, "Boss, I've cooperated with you guys so much the whole way. Is this how you treat me? Can't I even take a look?" "Hmph!" The burly man who had hit me sneered, bringing his face close to mine, his eyes flashing with malice. "Don't fucking play dumb with me! When Brother Ran comes, if you keep acting like this, I'll blow your head off!" As he spoke, he pulled out a gleaming pistol from his waist, pointing the muzzle at my face and waving it slightly.

Knowing from the sight of the gun that it was a domestically made Type 54 semi-automatic pistol, I deliberately shrank back, turned my head away, and pleaded in a frightened manner, "Can I at least smoke?" As I spoke, I glanced at the round table beside me, on which lay all the things they had taken from me: my backpack, wallet, cell phone, cigarettes, lighter, watch, a set of small keys, and the replica American SOG dagger that the killer had given me.

The burly man in the lead didn't object to the request. He gave the other burly man a wink, then took my phone and dagger and left the house. The burly man still standing inside, guarding me, went to the table and tossed my cigarettes and lighter back to me.

I took out two cigarettes and, as if returning a favor, tossed one to the burly man inside. Then I lit my own, stretched out my legs, heels on the ground, and began to smoke calmly.

Just as I finished my first cigarette and was about to take another one from the pack, I heard the sound of a car approaching from the fields outside. I peeked out and immediately saw a pure black Mercedes luxury SUV pull up to the courtyard gate. As soon as it stopped, the burly man in the lead ran over and opened the rear door on the other side, out of my sight.

A man quickly climbed out of the back seat. I turned back, head down, calculating. This man was Shi Jiaran. Including what I just said, this should be the third time I've seen him. The first time was when I was with "Wasp" at the "Heatwave" bar; this man was with Ji Xiaomei then. However, I didn't know his identity at the time. The second time was a few days ago when "w" sent me information and photos of this man via his phone, along with information and photos of several of his important subordinates.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Jiaran entered the room. Another man accompanied him. Immediately, I quietly raised my eyes to observe the two men closely.

Shi Jiaran was of medium height, about 1.75 meters. He wore a well-tailored light-colored suit, and his shoes were shiny and spotless. His overall appearance was not bad, but perhaps due to his bad mood, the elegant tie that should have been tied at his chest was instead crumpled in his hand. His lips were tightly pressed together, and his sidelong glance at me revealed a sinister and sharp glint.

The man beside him also left a deep impression on me. This man was similar in height to me, around 1.8 meters. He had an old-fashioned center-parted hairstyle, a long face with narrow shoulders, small eyes, and thick lips; he wore a tacky, outdated jacket, brown trousers, and a pair of ridiculously funny cotton shoes, and his face was covered in pockmarks. But these were just appearances, and didn't reveal anything. Because, from his calm, almost lifeless eyes, I glimpsed a hint of the same evil aura as that of a serial killer.

"Nickname: Pockmarked Man." A little nervous, I silently recited the information "w" had given me about the pockmarked man: "One of Shi Jiaran's chief bodyguard and capable assistants, name and age unknown, weapon: a 50-centimeter-long machete, skilled in close combat, ruthless and bloody. Four years ago, he helped Shi Jiaran eliminate Lin Feng, then the top underworld figure in Dongzhou. Lin's entire family of seven was beheaded by this man. The following year, during a fight with a neighboring city's gang, he single-handedly infiltrated the gang leader's home and similarly beheaded his entire family."

"He Jun? Hmph!" Shi Jiaran, who had also been scrutinizing me at that moment, finally spoke. He threw his tie on the ground, then waved his hand, signaling the person outside to close the door. He then sat down opposite me in the chair that had been prepared for him. The pockmarked man, hands tucked into his shirt, continued to stand silently beside Shi Jiaran, his posture perfectly befitting his cold-faced bodyguard image.

Only the three of us remained in the room: me, Shi Jiaran, and the pockmarked man. So, I put my legs together, sat up straight, took a deep breath, and smiled, "How should I address you? Mr. Shi, Boss Shi, or Brother Ran?" "Hmph! You're young, but you've got guts!" He pulled a small PDA from the left pocket of his suit jacket, fiddled with it a few times, and then held it in his hand.

He continued, "Don't pretend. You know why I invited you here. Hand over what you got from that damned Englishman, and my men. Otherwise—" His voice trailed off, his eyes seemingly gleaming with menace, his expression incredibly grim. But upon closer inspection, I caught a glimpse of something unusual in his eyes. Furthermore, his act of taking out the PDA and holding it in his hand also puzzled me slightly.

Even so, my reply still had a somewhat nonsensical, feigned ignorance feel to it: "Sorry, Brother Ran. I'm slow-witted, and my hearing is even worse. What did you say about the British and their men? What, what are you talking about?" He was provoked by my words, his face turning ashen, and the veins on his forehead throbbed visibly.

But if he were so easily provoked, he wouldn't deserve the eight-character evaluation "w" had given him in the file: "Cunning and treacherous!" Sure enough, after a short while, he calmed down, changed his expression, and sneered, "Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older! Even a young upstart like you dares to go against me. Do you know my background?" "Yes, of course I know." I looked up at the dilapidated beams and said casually, "A model entrepreneur of Dongzhou City in xx year, a representative of the People's Congress of xx District; a powerful figure who can be on friendly terms with the district head and deputy district head, and who is treated with utmost respect by officials at all levels within his jurisdiction." "Oh, and another thing." Before he could speak, I continued leisurely, "The head of the largest organized crime group in Dongzhou City. Also, the god-nephew of a famous oil painter and university professor in the province. How about that, comprehensive enough?"

"Clap clap clap" A round of applause made me turn my gaze away from the beams and glance over. After clapping his hands, he took out a box of premium Nanjing cigarettes and a Zippo lighter from the right pocket of his suit jacket. He pulled one out, put it in his mouth, lit it with the lighter, took a drag, exhaled a smoke ring, and waited for it to dissipate before saying in a sinister tone, "Not bad! It seems the person who relayed your message is a tough nut to crack. And I also believe you're the kind of guy who won't learn your lesson until he's faced with the consequences."

"You flatter me. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Also, let me correct you, I don't have what you call someone behind me. At most, there's only Zhao—" "That androgynous Zhao Wuyan, isn't he?" He interrupted me, stroking his hair with one hand and crossing his legs. "You think I'm an idiot, believing that besides Zhao Wuyan, no one else is secretly helping you? Kid, you know the saying 'Don't take on a job

you're not qualified for.' Remember, if Uncle Qiang hadn't told me not to hurt you, you would have vanished the day I beat up Uncle Qiang!" Hearing his cold words, I shrugged, seemingly helpless, and said, "Fine, since you already know I have someone behind me, why ask me? Just send someone to arrest him." Faced with my clearly mocking words, he didn't show anger like before. His toes dangled in mid-air, swinging left and right, his words carrying a hidden meaning: "Kid, don't get your hopes up. Nobody's coming to save you today. Don't forget, we're locals, not some unlucky Englishman."

"This place," he pointed to the doorway, "is just a dirt road in and out. The mountain isn't high, and there aren't any trees. You can see it from any direction. Even if you escape, you probably don't know the way back to the city, do you? Besides, uh, haha—" My heart was already racing from his pointing out my weakness, and his sudden laughter caught me off guard. I bit my lower lip, staring intently at him, and said nothing more.

The laughter lasted for about ten seconds before he stopped, cleared his throat, and continued looking at me with a sinister tone: "I forgot to tell you, college student. You must have heard the idiom 'the mantis stalks the silkworm, unaware of the oriole behind,' right? Use your brain more often. Just because a plan succeeds once or twice doesn't mean it can always be used. You think you and that Zhao Wuyan are the oriole and I'm the mantis? Wrong, I'm the oriole!" "You, you sent someone to ambush him?" I gasped for breath after saying this, trying to calm my increasingly uneasy emotions.

"You'll find out soon enough." He narrowed his eyes, pretending to rest.

The room fell silent. I couldn't tell if what he said was true, but this man was no ordinary person; after all these years of struggle, he definitely had his own methods. Thinking that Wuyan was most likely ambushed, my heart felt like lead, and a chilling coldness gradually spread throughout my body.

In a flash, the pockmarked man, who had remained silent like a plaster statue, walked to the round table. He picked up my backpack and took out several CDs and other items. Before he finished, his phone rang in his pocket.

My heart pounded faster and faster, and the thought of the chilling, tragic ending filled me with regret. I frantically scratched my hair with one hand and touched a spot on my outer thigh with the other—the pockmarked man answered the phone, didn't speak, just listened for a moment, and then hung up. Only then did I see a hint of normal human expression on his lifeless face: a seemingly puzzled look, quickly replaced by a cold, sinister grin.

He returned to Shi Jiaran's side, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, where Shi Jiaran had opened his eyes and was waiting for the outcome. After listening, Shi Jiaran frowned, his expression as puzzled as the pockmarked man's. Seeing the two of them like this, I, who had already figured things out, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Damn it! He wouldn't be so easily ambushed." Just as I was rubbing my face vigorously to relieve the tension and despair I had just felt, Shi Jiaran's voice came again: "Don't be too happy yet. We just can't be sure if it was him who died." I looked up sharply, staring at Shi Jiaran with suspicion.

"That androgynous guy is quite capable." He continued to swing his dangling foot. "He killed six of my men, and several others were wounded. But his car exploded when my men were about to surround it. After putting out the fire, my men found a mangled, charred corpse next to the car." "It's definitely not him!" I clenched my fists, my voice firm.

"My judgment also leans towards no." He clicked his tongue, looking regretful. "This is difficult!

You're stubborn, and I promised Uncle Qiang I wouldn't torture you. The ambush ended badly. How am I supposed to explain this? Sigh, when people are annoyed, they get angry, and when they're angry, they need someone to vent. We men, generally speaking, vent to women. Tell me, what should I do? How about I get your middle-aged, still-attractive mother to give me some attention?" "You dare! Lü Guoqiang won't agree!" To myself, those words sounded somewhat threatening. Because I knew very well what Lü Guoqiang would do when things got really serious.

"Haha—" Shi Jiaran laughed loudly, and after laughing, he said with a sly smile, "Uncle Qiang won't agree? You're really naive. Now that you've already beaten him and have dirt on him, me, and some other government officials, do you think he'll still care about you and your mother? Let me tell you! Guan Li, who planted the bugging device for the British in Uncle Qiang's office, has already been handed over to me by Uncle Qiang. You know what? I played with her for a whole day and night! Then I handed her over to my men, sigh! Such a beautiful girl, and they actually killed her. What a pity!"

I didn't feel a single bit of sadness for the beautiful Guan Li's untimely death. My current worry and anxiety are all about my mother. "What...what did you do to my mother?" "Hehe," he still seemed confident, speaking unhurriedly, "She's alright. Uncle Qiang didn't hand her over to me to deal with. However, I heard she agreed to accompany Director Mei of the Municipal Police Bureau to get him to spare your life. That's why I've been relatively polite to you since I came in—"

"I knew it would be like this!" At this thought, my eyes twitched violently. One moment my mind was filled with my mother's mature, sexy, and charming image; the next moment it was Wu Yan's face with extremely soft features, almost devilishly beautiful.

"Let me tell you the truth!" Shi Jiaran continued, "Why would Uncle Qiang marry a woman he'd already had his fill of over twenty years ago? It's not out of sentimentality, it's out of exploitation! Exploitation, you understand? For his own sake, and for my career advancement, he started organizing a group of women years ago to sleep with officials. These women included doctors, models, high school teachers, white-collar workers, and self-employed individuals; but most were his own students.

These women had private agreements with us: after three years, each would receive a 1.5 million yuan kickback, and then leave Dongzhou forever." He lit a cigarette and continued, "As for your mother, consider her unlucky. At that time, we had just lost a few women, leaving only Uncle Qiang's group of female students."

Officials have diverse tastes and preferences; some like young girls, while others prefer older, mature middle-aged women. Director Mei, for example, enjoys playing with middle-aged women. We were fretting about this when your mother came to Dongzhou to visit you, and Uncle Qiang discovered her. He saw that your mother was still the same as before, even more beautiful. So he pursued her again, and at the same time, asked me to investigate her background. The investigation revealed her situation over the past two years. Heh, truly fascinating—”

Just then, the PDA Shi Jiaran had been holding in one hand beeped. He immediately put it to his ear, listened for a moment, and then stood up and came to me. “Uncle Qiang will tell you the rest himself.” Finally understanding why he had been holding the PDA, I took it and said in a deep voice,

“You’ve been listening?” “Yes.” Several days later, I finally heard Lü Guoqiang’s voice.

“Why?!” I used these three simple words to express all my questions and indignation.

"I'm sorry, Xiaojun. Aran's words were a bit biased. I still have feelings for your mother." I never expected him to say something like this. "I have my own reasons. Don't worry, I'll take care of things with your mother. Once everything is settled, I'll give her some money so she can go far away." "

So that's how it is." I smiled bitterly, a chill running down my spine, as I gradually understood. "Whether I reveal the location of Richard's recording today or not, I won't be able to leave alive, right?" Lu Guoqiang on the other end remained silent.

The suffocating silence was quickly broken by my preemptive statement: "Okay, you win. Now I just want to know where my mother is. Tell me, and I'll tell you the whereabouts of the recording." "She's with Director Mei right now. I can't reveal her exact location." He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Hmm," I replied. "I'll be honest with your godnephew about the rest. I hope you—" I emphasized, "keep your promise!" After saying that, I immediately hung up the phone. My whole body went limp in the chair, as if my spine had been ripped out. Shi Jiaran, who had retrieved the item and sat back down, gave a strange smile and then said, "Well, can you talk now?" "

The thing is on my dorm balcony, in the bottom right corner of the cement partition where the air conditioner splitter is. We hollowed it out." After hesitating for a while, I finally stammered out the answer.

"What about A-Liao and the others?" Shi Jiaran asked his men again.

"I really don't know. Wu Yan and I haven't run into them." As I spoke, I raised one leg and placed it on the edge of the chair, then touched the outside of my leg that I had just touched, and then reached down to tie my slightly loose shoelaces—"Who goes there? Stop!" "Bang bang bang!" "Ah!" "Ouch!" "Fire, it's on fire!" "Damn, how can we put it out!" Just as Shi Jiaran was about to press me further, a series of chaotic questions and gunshots came from outside the door. But it quickly turned into screams. Clearly, someone's here!

"Damn it, Pockmarked Man, take this kid. Let's go!" Shi Jiaran, his face suddenly changing, immediately stood up and waved to the pockmarked man.

Hearing the instruction, the pockmarked man took a few quick steps, came up to me, and coldly grabbed me with his left hand, pulling me up and shoving me forward. At the same time, a gleaming, serrated machete was revealed in his right hand.

Suddenly, I smiled. Simultaneously, I stomped my feet and lunged forward, leaning my body to the side. My left hand swiftly and desperately blocked the arm holding the machete; my right hand deftly flipped, revealing a crescent-shaped knife I had secretly pulled from my shoe heel between my index and middle fingers, and thrust it upwards towards the pockmarked man's throat!

This move was a life-saving technique that Wu Yan had taught me in his spare time. The knife was called a thumb blade, once a combat weapon used by Chinese special forces. Its advantages were its small size, concealment, and ability to kill without leaving a trace.

The sudden attack made the pockmarked man, who had previously ignored me, widen his eyes in shock. But his extensive combat experience and countless kills allowed him to make the most correct move in this critical moment: his head instinctively jerked back, his hands crossed over his chest, the knife pressed against my neck, his left leg slightly bent, and his right leg swiftly and forcefully swung, using the twist of his waist to whip my ribs.

I was too rushed forward to dodge and could only watch helplessly as he struck me with his kick. Intense pain instantly shot through my body, and I crashed through the door as if being lifted into the air, falling outside.

Upon landing, my lungs immediately filled with an unbearable smell. It felt as if the air inside had been forcibly sucked out. My vision blurred, and my body went limp, unable to stand. At the same time, I smelled a strong, acrid odor mixed with the burning smell of flesh. In my remaining vision, there was no one standing.

Some people were already lying on the ground, their bodies engulfed in flames; others were writhing on the ground, futilely emitting one pitiful scream after another. The raging fire, in my increasingly dim eyes, seemed like a demonic, eerie blue, its flames truly reaching the heavens.

"Stop! Don't come near him! Or you'll both burn to death!" A chilling, clear shout, indistinct yet distinct, reached my ears. It was distinct because the language was concise; I immediately understood it was directed at Shi Jiaran and Ma Zi, who were trying to escape from the building. This meant I was relatively safe.

As for the indistinctness, the speaker's voice was familiar, yet quite different from their usual way of speaking. Lying prone on the ground, my mind hazy, my body aching, I tried to sit up to see the face of my rescuer. But every movement sent waves of gnawing pains through my central nervous system. So I gave up the movement, and slowly stretched out my arm to drag the gleaming Type 54 pistol that had been pointed at my head not far in front of me, and tucked it under my abdomen. The gun's original owner, the burly man who had escorted me here, was now a puff of smoke, crackling and burning. "

That was close!" I exclaimed as I took the pistol, my willpower giving out. I closed my eyes and gradually drifted into unconsciousness. But I could still faintly hear some indistinct conversations. (To be continued)

(Chapter 19)

Pain! Extreme and excruciating pain! This was the first profound thought that came to my mind after I woke up from unconsciousness. Both my thoughts and senses were affected. Especially the waves of pain in my lower back and ribs, which tormented me, yet also brought me back to a very clear mind in a short time. My

sore, numb eyes turned upwards. A novel crystal chandelier, emitting dazzling colors, instantly came into view as my vision returned to focus. The exquisite decorations around it, illuminated by the light, also displayed the modern flair characteristic of contemporary homes.

"Damn it! That guy's legwork is really impressive!" I muttered to myself as I laboriously moved my head. Just as I reached the side of the bed, a soft, delicate face appeared before me, with captivating eyes but an indifferent expression.

Feeling weak and aching all over, I impulsively reached out to touch this familiar yet unfamiliar face. But this movement aggravated the pain in my ribs, causing my cheeks to twitch involuntarily. So, I had to stop, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here? Did you save me?" "Yes. You broke two ribs, but I've already treated them. It's nothing serious." The person sitting on the edge of the bed speaking to me was the mysterious woman, "W." At that moment, her long hair cascading down her shoulders, dressed in a dark green women's military top, dark blue multi-pocketed military trousers, and black high-top leather military boots, she stared at me, her eyes revealing something very peculiar. What was it? I knew the answer in my heart, but I didn't want to point it out.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally asked, "How long have I been unconscious? How is he now? Wu Yan—" "He's dead." She said calmly, each word coldly delivering this thunderous news. A hint of indescribable joy even flashed in her eyes.

"Impossible! Impossible! He's a mercenary! How could someone so skilled die so easily!" Stunned, my eyes widened in shock as I yelled at her, ignoring my injuries. Yet, deep down, I already accepted what she said. It was absurd, yet undeniably true. I understood why, but—

"It's been ten hours since you fell unconscious. It's 7:30 PM now. If nothing unexpected happens, Shi Jiaran's men have already been mobilized, searching for us. The police should also be involved." After I turned my head away, speechless, and leaned back against the pillow in silence, she slowly and clearly uttered the above words.

"The police? What did you do to get them involved?" Still processing the almost impossible, yet undeniably real, events before my eyes, I murmured to myself, a bitter smile playing on my lips.

"Two hours ago, I rescued your mother from the clutches of the city police chief, Mei Shaoen. Not only that, I also severed that old man's manhood!" Her words revealed a ruthless and cold-blooded nature.

Hearing this, I tilted my head, both surprised and delighted, my eyes filled with joy yet confusion as I stared at her. "So, my mother is now in your hands too?" "She's sleeping in the room next to yours. To prevent any accidents, I gave her a sedative." She pointed to the door. "Of course, that's why you've been sleeping for so long." Only now did I realize that I was in an apartment in a high-end residential area in the north of the city, a hiding place arranged for me by the serial killer before returning to school. Some of Wu Yan's and my clothes, equipment, and other necessities had been secretly moved here a few days ago using a "piecemeal" method.

Of course, I didn't care how she knew about this place. My only thought was to check on my mother, who was sleeping soundly next door. So, I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain in my ribs, and slowly tried to get off the bed.

"Don't go yet, take a look at this! That old lecher Mei Shaon just filmed it." As she spoke, she left the bedside, picked up a digital video camera from the sofa next to her, and returned to my side.

"This, this is—" Looking at her calm yet cold expression, I had a vague idea of what it contained, but my words were still slightly hesitant.

Hearing this, her long eyebrows arched gracefully, revealing a smile she was showing me for the first time, and her words carried a profound meaning: "What? You've seen it so many times and you're still embarrassed?" "You—" I glared at her, expressing my dissatisfaction with her words. But then I remembered that what she said was true, coupled with the reality that I was now in her hands and my chaotic and helpless emotions. This forced me to stop questioning her, gave a self-deprecating smile, and then, with a helpless yet slightly inexplicable excitement, took the digital video camera from her hand and turned it on. Soon, the contents came into view.

The picture and sound were very clear; judging from the shooting angle, the camera was fixed on a tripod.

Judging from the spacious, luxurious, and magnificent room, it should be a villa or a duplex apartment. My mother, who was alluring, looked a little flustered, but it must be said that her appearance was still quite seductive: her long, slightly wavy hair flowed down her back, her delicate face was pale with arched eyebrows and shy phoenix eyes. She wore a gray dress with white laces and a waist-cinching halter top, which hugged her body that made men want to touch it. Her slender feet were wearing fashionable white high heels, and the white skin of her feet and calves, exposed by sexy sheer stockings, was particularly alluring.

"What are you waiting for? Take it off!" Soon, a man who looked to be about sixty years old, balding, with a round belly and a somewhat official air, appeared in the frame. He slowly approached my mother, who was sitting uneasily and bewildered beside the large round bed in the center of the room, and asked slowly and deliberately. Her dead-fish eyes never left her chest and face. Needless to say, this man was the city police chief, Mei Shaoen.

"This is in Mei Shaoen's private secret villa," "W" said to me as I was watching.

I glanced at her, then turned back to the camera screen.

"Chief Mei, Chief Mei. This, this shouldn't be filmed, right?" I saw my mother unconsciously frown, shift her body, and keep rubbing her hands on the pure black batwing jacket she had placed on the edge of the bed, while pleading. I didn't know what my mother was thinking. Judging from her behavior and expression, she was extremely unwilling, but she was already in a bind, with no way out.

"Hehe, Ms. Shen." Mei Shaoen sat down, close to my mother's body, pointed at the camera, and continued casually, "Didn't Old Lu tell you? I like to play with this when I'm in bed with you women?" As he finished speaking, his hands reached forward, his fingers brazenly and skillfully caressing my mother's face, shoulders, waist, and buttocks.

Faced with this situation, my mother had no choice but to sit with him, letting him lewdly play

with her. "Tsk tsk! Look at this figure, this skin, truly a beauty of unparalleled grace and charm! Old Lu said you're forty-six this year, right? But I don't look like it at all! Hehe!" Mei Shaoen lewdly teased my mother. His thick lips kept kissing her cheeks.

"You, Director Mei, don't joke around," my mother whispered, almost burying her face in her chest.

"Come on! Let me show you what I'm capable of!" At this moment, Mei Shaoen stroked my mother's fair arm and then wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

My mother hesitated, lowering her head somewhat embarrassed, her mind still struggling. Her words held a sliver of hope, but more than anything, they were a surrender: "Then, then don't let anyone see the pictures you took." "Fine! Come on, let me see what's on top!" Seeing that my mother was silent, Mei Shaoen immediately reached out and ripped off the straps of her dress. This exposed her shoulders and back, which were even whiter than her arms. His eyes were greedy, and his lust was rising, so he continued to reach into my mother's breasts and play with them.

My mother's exposed upper body completely ignited Mei Shaoen's desire. He easily pushed my mother onto the bed and began to violate her. He skillfully ripped open the light blue strapless bra with silver trim, pulling out her full breasts. This series of actions frightened my mother, and she tried to dodge, but she couldn't escape Mei Shaoen's grasp.

"No! Don't do this! I... I'm still not used to it!" Faced with this situation, my mother resisted half-heartedly, clearly still somewhat regretful.

"Regretful?" Mei Shaoen glanced at her sideways, asking disdainfully, his large mouth continuing to probe and tease my mother's upper body after asking.

"Director Mei, listen to me, I... I'm not the kind of woman you imagine!" At this moment, my mother seemed to realize something, suddenly acting as if she wanted to break free from him at all costs. But he held her down firmly, all resistance was futile, especially under this man who was already aroused.

"Stop pretending to be virtuous!" Mei Shaoen muttered, then bit my mother's breast hard. His greedy and lewd appearance was fully displayed, his mouth wishing he could suck milk out of her. My mother's eyebrows furrowed as he sucked and bit her, and she cried out, "It hurts! Stop biting!"

"So tender! I've never seen such tender, white flesh before. Haha! After waiting for half a year, Old Lu finally sent you here! Let me take a good look! These breasts are really great!" Mei Shaoen said, hugging my mother and kissing her haphazardly from head to toe. After a short while of kissing, he couldn't help but go wild. My mother gradually became aroused and gave up struggling, closing her eyes to hide her embarrassment and sadness. Mei Shaoen, like a

thirsty baby, filled my mother's breasts with his big mouth, sucking and kissing them until she cried out in pain. After kissing her enough, seeing that my mother had no resistance, he continued to pull down her dress below the waist, preparing to go straight for the target.

"Let's turn that off first, Director Mei," my mother said, pushing him away with one hand and pointing to the camera with the other. Her tone was shy, and her words were earnest.

"You're so beautiful. What time is it? Just pretend you didn't see anything, okay?" Mei Shaoen said as he pulled down her skirt.

Knowing she couldn't escape this time, my mother still put up a final resistance. After the skirt stopped at her ankles, she struggled to get up and tried to put her sundress back on. Her breasts swayed with her body. Looking at my mother's voluptuous figure and her face flushed with tension, Mei Shaoen, driven by a surge of desire mixed with a slight anger, could no longer hold back. He grabbed my mother, tightly wrapped his arms around her, and showered her with kisses.

Before long, Mei Shaoen became wild and pushed my mother down again. Just as she was struggling to sit up, Mei Shaon easily pulled down her skirt with one hand, exposing her entire fair and smooth body. The pubic hair at the edge of her panties seemed to beckon a man to enter her.

At this moment, she on the screen probably regretted wearing such a skirt, especially since it was only connected by two straps, making it too easy for a man to take advantage. This only served to please this despicable bureaucrat.

Mei Shaon casually unbuckled his belt, took out his already erect penis, and thrust it into my mother's genitals.

"I'm coming!" he said, tearing off my mother's panties and kissing her wildly down her abdomen. My mother could no longer resist. The physical stimulation ignited her inner desire, and she completely tore away her outward modesty. Her eyes were languid, and she moaned softly, ready to welcome this man's entry. Was this a case of giving up entirely? This was exactly what she was doing.

Mei Shaoen buried his face in my mother's thighs, caressing her slightly moist labia as if savoring a feast.

"No, hurry up!" my mother urged, kicking her legs wildly, seemingly only hoping to get through this embarrassing situation as quickly as possible. The man had already kissed her breasts, penetrating further, swaying his ugly penis, searching for her vulva. My mother instinctively turned her face away, avoiding his intense kisses, and the sheets beneath her seemed to exude a decadent stench in my eyes.

When Mei Shaoen pulled out his penis and truly began to rape her, I realized he didn't seem like a man nearing sixty at all; he was practically a burly young man, a lecherous wolf who seemed to have never seen a woman in years. He frantically plundered my mother's body, stripping her naked from head to toe, kissing every inch of her. My mother instantly forgot where she was, forgot her identity, only remembering that she was a woman, a thirsty woman who hadn't been touched by a man in a long time.

He didn't use many tricks; he just kept thrusting hard inside my mother's body. After he'd had enough of the front, he flipped her limp body over and, facing the camera, attacked her from behind, thrusting repeatedly until he reached the very bottom.

"Hoo, hoo, um, really good! Mature women like you are so much fun! Beautiful body, great figure, and so much juice in your cunt. Slippery! Haha, Old Lu really has good taste!" Mei Shaoen was intoxicated by my mother's beauty, thrusting his plump waist while spewing lewd and obscene words.

"It's fucking amazing! How did you grow up like this? My cunt!" A few minutes later, he vented his frustration while exclaiming, his words becoming increasingly vulgar.

"You—you do whatever you want—hurry up!" My mother, naked and disheveled, trembled and cried out softly. Judging from her reaction, pleasure was about to arrive.

Seeing my mother's state, Mei Shaoen remained silent, continuing his relentless assault on her stunningly beautiful body. Her labia were everted, her juices flowing freely, as she lay on the bed like a bitch, offering her body and dignity for me and for herself.

The pleasure in her lower body temporarily made her forget her humiliation; she endured it, perhaps even enjoyed it, with her back to Mei Shaoen. In my opinion, she was definitely deceiving herself at this moment: "Anyway, I'm not some young girl or young wife anymore; it'll be over soon." But Mei Shaoen's movements became increasingly powerful, as if he had boundless energy to release, simply pulling and thrusting back and forth in her vagina with simple, rhythmic movements.

The process was incredibly stimulating and prolonged; without any fancy techniques, he sent her to sexual paradise.

"Ah—ah—um—ah!" My mother moaned continuously, involuntarily cooperating, as if squandering, squandering her not-so-bad figure, in exchange for something she desired, something she longed for.

"Ah—hurry up—ah—ah-ha—ah!" She lay on the bed, incoherent, only to be met with Mei Shaoen's even more vigorous thrusting.

"Baby, I love women like you. I haven't met anyone in this city who dares to mess with my good time.

Watch me fuck you!" His lower body slammed against my mother's round, white buttocks, making a loud "bang, bang" sound.

Low moans and soft gasps, her breasts swaying and her hips undulating; my mother on the screen was performing her heart out in front of me. I couldn't see her eyes, but judging from her appearance, she didn't seem to regret her act of giving herself to me, and even seemed somewhat glad that she had achieved physical satisfaction. It lasted for almost half an hour before Mei Shaoen increased the pace of his thrusting, finally ejaculating a stream of unfamiliar semen into my mother's vagina, scalding her and sending a tingling sensation through her vagina, causing her whole body to convulse.

"So good, you're such a good woman! Don't go back today, I'll have some fun with you!" Mei Shaoen, covered in sweat, hugged my mother and exclaimed.

My mother didn't answer, her hair falling loosely over her face, obscuring her expression. She let Mei Shaoen caress and fondle her body.

After playing with her for a while, Mei Shaoen grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and wiped his lower body. Then he got out of bed, took a bottle of medicine from his handbag, took out a small diamond-shaped pill, and swallowed it with water. He then went to the camera and turned it off.

The screen immediately went dark. But a dozen seconds later, the violent scene flashed before my eyes again: Mei Shaoen, lying on his side behind my mother, panting heavily, his lower body tightly connected to my mother's round, pert buttocks, his penis moving in and out of the honey hole between the two plump buttocks. His hands were greedily grasping my mother's sweaty, slippery, full breasts, unwilling to let go. My mother, with her eyes slightly closed, lay on the bed panting, her full, firm breasts swaying with the movement of her body. A pair of plump, beautiful legs encased in sheer stockings were also moving rhythmically, her body so limp it seemed boneless.

"Huff, huff, fuck, I'll fuck you, you slut! Fuck you to death! Still trying to act all high and mighty with me? Don't think I don't know what kind of trash you are! Fuck! Fuck you to death!" Mei Shaoen said disdainfully as he thrust into my mother from behind.

"Um—I'm not—I'm not—Waaah—" My mother was quite upset by his words, her body swaying with his thrusts as she covered her lips with her hand, choking back sobs in grievance.

"Damn! Old Lu already told me the truth. How many men have you slept with in the past two years? What are you pretending for! If it weren't for my taste for you, who the hell would want to sleep with a slut like you who's been played with so many times?" Gradually going mad, he changed positions and tore my mother's stockings. He then took each of her delicate toes into his mouth one by one, licking them meticulously, his manner as greedy as a fat pig eating its fill. At this point, my mother, under the double pressure of his words and his fierce thrusts, lost all will to refute him. She could only sob, her voice melodious and plaintive, a mournful lament.

But Mei Shaoen seemed to have no patience to listen to her sobs; his hard penis thrust left and right, front and back, inside her vagina. His own white, greasy flesh pressed down on her, craning her neck and preventing her from resting her head on the bed. At the same time, he pulled my mother slowly, gradually moving her towards the camera lens.

My mother was thus subjected to his dazed and confused fucking. Soon, he pulled my mother up, choosing to lie on the bed himself, thrusting his hips upwards while kneading his large breasts. My mother's face was now directly facing the camera lens. Although her cheeks were streaked with tears, her flushed face, the few strands of hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, and her constantly pursed, moaning lips revealed that she was still controlled by her own desires. She couldn't extricate herself, she couldn't satisfy them.

I don't know how much time passed, but my mother was finally too exhausted to even moan. She could only open her lips and let out a muffled groan with each heavy thrust from Mei Shaoen. After a while, he pulled out his penis, stood in front of the camera, lifted my mother's head, made her kneel, and poked and prodded in her mouth for a while. Then he made her stick her buttocks up and thrust into her anus, continuing to pound into her.

He repeated this several times before finally ejaculating on my mother's face forty minutes later, pulling her head so that her semen-covered face faced the camera lens. My mother, completely dazed from being fucked, couldn't care less about anything else. Her eyes were tightly closed, her whole body still trembling slightly as she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. Her swollen, lewd genitals were covered in sticky semen, and her cheeks were smeared with milky white male essence, like a pale yellow oil painting, extremely lewd—"Thank you for saving her." After a long while, I quietly thanked "W" beside me after watching the video.

"Shall we go check next door?" She pointed to the wall.

I leaned against the headboard, closed my eyes, and pondered for a moment before shaking my head and asking, "Is Wuyan really dead?" "He shouldn't have been alive in the first place!" Her previously calm expression now held an even stronger chill. "What do you think he was? Back then, he was just a coward. I hate him! He shouldn't have been born!"

"So—" I twisted my neck, a bitter smile curving my lips, "He was killed by you? He won't reappear? He, like you, was sent by that employer, wasn't he?" "None of that matters." Faced with this barrage of questions, she calmly sat down beside me, looking at me and saying, "Now you know my trump card. No, you should say you've seen through my purpose all along. Conversely, it's the same for you. Now, you and I are inseparable. Without me, you and your mother will be caught by the police or Lu Guoqiang's men sooner or later. Cooperating with me is your only way out." "Do I have any other choice?" I answered helplessly, my eyes fixed on the large wardrobe to the side, silently staring at the reflecting mirror.

"I should have thought of that, haha, how fucking absurd!" This was the thought that welled up deep within me (Chapter 20).

When the mind rejects the body and yearns for truth, that is when thoughts are at their best. When the soul is corrupted by the sins of the flesh, people's desire for truth cannot be fulfilled. When humanity is free from intense carnal desires, the mind is at peace. Carnal desire is the manifestation of the animalistic nature within humanity, an inherent trait of every living being. Humans are considered higher animals because, in their nature, humanity outweighs animality, and spiritual communication is beautiful and moral.

This passage is not my own, but rather the essence of the concept of "spiritual love" pioneered by Plato, the great ancient Greek philosopher and arguably the greatest philosopher and thinker of all Western philosophy and culture.

Why am I rambling on about these seemingly unrelated topics? It's the same as I've said before: in reality, we all live behind masks. We either protect ourselves or harm others. Moreover, everyone harbors selfish desires, and if these desires are not released or expressed externally, they will eventually transform into animalistic instincts. Under the control of these animalistic instincts, who can remain rational? Who can distinguish right from wrong? Plato, a thousand years ago, saw all this.

Perhaps he tried to use his noble theories to change the inherent bestiality of humankind. But alas, such theories can only be called theories. Generation after generation, people still cannot escape the enslavement of their own nature, moving forward and wandering on their own life paths—but to get back to the point, at this moment in Dongzhou, night has fallen, and dark clouds cover the sky. The moon and stars are nowhere to be seen under their cover. Only the gentle autumn wind blows bleakly across the earth.

Never exposing his chest and belly in front of us—always using the bathroom with the door closed—always quietly reading books indoors—non-smoking, wise, mysterious—enduring the pain in my ribs, I stand on the rooftop of my apartment building, gazing into the distance, while those strange yet meaningful things repeatedly float through my mind. At this moment, exactly one hour has passed since I watched the sex tape of Mei Shaoen and my mother. I've deleted the video. Half an hour ago, "w" talked to me for a while, then left the apartment again, carrying a suitcase and a backpack.

"Wu Yan, Wu Yan! You really are—" I murmured to myself. Strangely, after learning his final words from "w," I only felt grief for a short while at first. Now, I felt neither sorrow nor reminiscence; all negative emotions had vanished. What remained was only utter astonishment and a slightly ironic sense of absurdity.

In fact, before we left today, Wu Yan had attached a special agent-grade chip-type GPS locator to the skin of my outer leg. The locator had been activated ever since I was taken away by Shi Jia Ran's men. Whenever someone with the locator approached within a hundred meters of me, the chip would vibrate. This was the main reason I kept reaching for my leg and simultaneously launched a counterattack with the people who raided outside the detention center. What surprised me slightly was that it was "w" who had come to rescue me, not Wu Yan, who now possessed the locator.

Furthermore, she explained to me half an hour ago why "W" was able to sneak up to the detention center with no cover without my knowledge, and why Shi Jiaran's men were inexplicably burned by the flames.

It must be said that "W," like Wu Yan, is a cool-headed expert in special operations. She knew how to blend into nature, utilizing limited resources and her superb infiltration skills to silently reach the place where I was being held.

"That place has low-lying hills and no trees to provide cover, so it's impossible for an ordinary person to remain undetected. But did you notice? The area is generally yellowish-brown, and there are many irregularly shaped rocks. I used this to my advantage, wrapping myself in a light brown camouflage cloth and disguising myself as a rock to slowly approach. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I can move dozens of meters within twenty minutes without being detected, even when the enemy sentries are less than a hundred meters away. Believe me, this isn't some kind of supernatural ability.

Every real professional soldier or excellent assassin has this skill." "Why couldn't they extinguish the fire on their bodies? That's even easier to explain. I coated each armor-piercing incendiary round with magnesium powder. Magnesium can only be extinguished with soil or sand after it burns. You, a college student, have forgotten your middle school chemistry, let alone those rabble who aren't even real gangsters?" The above two paragraphs were her explanation. I believed her completely. Clearly, she was the secret weapon sent by the employer to deal with Lü Guoqiang.

Yes, a weapon, not a person. From her initial contact with me in the county town, to her subsequent provision of intelligence, and today's arson and massacre of Shi Jiaran's men, the rescue of me and my mother, and the castration of Mei Shaoen—her composed demeanor, ruthless methods, and precise planning—all of this demonstrates that she is comparable to the elusive yet ever-present serial killer who has always been lurking around me. Even Wu Yan pales in comparison.

"She's truly unfathomable! Who's next? Me? The serial killer? Or someone else?" After enjoying the scenery and calming my mind, I silently muttered these thoughts as I left the rooftop and returned to my apartment.

I didn't enter the side bedroom, nor did I glance at my mother, who was fast asleep. Yes, I couldn't face her with a peaceful mind right now. For the second time in the past ten days, I had witnessed a lewd scene that, while unbearable to witness, also stirred a deep longing within me. Conflict—only this word can explain the contradictory feelings I have towards her, my mother.

"Mom, I know you did all this for me. But I really don't need it!" I muttered to myself, sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the Colt Python revolver Wu Yan had left behind. "W" had given me all his equipment, but I felt no urge to reminisce over it. The reason? — The current situation dictated that I couldn't afford to show any weakness. Although things had deviated from the planned course, in my opinion, no matter who was left, "Operation Ghost Hunting" had to continue, unless I myself was killed.

Just as I was holding my gun and pondering my next plan, a commotion arose in the distance, accompanied by the piercing sound of sirens. I jumped out of bed, ignoring the pain, and went to the window, listening intently.

"Police cars? Hmm, no. Fire trucks, and ambulances. Oh, and police cars too." My heart pounded with anxiety, I repeated the same thought over and over as I listened to the blaring sirens of the vehicles approaching and then speeding away. Only when silence returned did I breathe a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to turn around, the apartment door opened. I looked closely and saw "W," travel-worn, carrying a backpack, and reeking of gunpowder, standing silently watching me.

"You're back," I said, sitting back down on the bed and continuing to fiddle with my revolver.

"Aren't you going to ask where I've been?" She casually put her bag on the floor, then leaned against the wardrobe, running her hands through her long hair.

Silence. A silence that lasted for over ten minutes filled the room. Only when my hands, which had been handling the gun, were covered in sweat did I raise my head and look her in the eye. "Is this how you play me?" "It's just a tactic. I've never meant you any harm." Her eyes gleamed brightly. "Didn't you also hide some things from your mother? Wasn't it just to put her mind at ease?" I sneered, then rebuked her with disdain and an icy tone, "Who said I hid things from her for her own good? I wish she were dead! Having a mother like that is the shame of my life!"

"I'll say it again." She walked up to me, bent down, and her face, both familiar and strange, was almost touching mine. "Your acting is really good!" I turned my head slightly, shifted back a little, and then continued, "What happened with those vehicles just now?" "Nothing!" She sat down beside me and stretched. "Shi Jiaran's pharmaceutical factory in the south of the city exploded, causing a fire." "Oh." I responded, not particularly surprised. In my opinion, someone like her, if she's determined to stir up trouble, is unstoppable. Don't even mention a pharmaceutical factory; she could take the entire municipal government building with ease.

"There are three more things I need to tell you," she said, seeing my silence. "First, besides going to Shi Jiaran's pharmaceutical factory, I also went to the hospital. Mei Shaoen is dead, probably from excessive blood loss. Second, Shi Jiaran, whom I let go, is currently hiding in his martial arts school. I reckon that all his men, except those searching for us and protecting Lü Guoqiang, are already there." "Third is—" she continued, smoothing her long hair, "Lü Guoqiang and Guan Li have already set off. I think they and the bodyguards Shi Jiaran sent should be almost at the dock for Qianshan Island by now!"

"Wait a minute." I blinked, full of doubt. "Guan Li isn't dead?" "How could she be dead!" She was puzzled by my words. "I've been in contact with her the whole time. Forty minutes ago, she texted me to say they were almost at the dock. It's just that the ship doesn't leave until six in the morning, so they'll have to wait there overnight." "So, Shi Jiaran lied to me when he told me Guan Li was gang-raped to death by his men. And she was also sent by the employer? Is that right?" I rubbed my nose and turned to ask.

"Shi Jiaran telling you that was obviously a psychological tactic." She smiled brightly, making me feel slightly embarrassed. "He wanted to force you to reveal the whereabouts of the item. But he didn't expect that you had taken precautions. The item they were looking for was on the dormitory balcony, but it was just a copy."

"As for whether Guan Li was sent by my employer—" She curled her lips, her expression mysterious and ambiguous, "Yes and no." "Now things are serious." I put the revolver I had been holding under my pillow, then adjusted my tone and said gently, "Mei Shaoen is the police chief and also a member of the Dongzhou Municipal Party Committee. You know, he's the official who appeared most often in the videos Richard secretly recorded, and he has a very close relationship with Lü Guoqiang. You've crippled and killed such a powerful figure so casually, no wonder both the police and the underworld are furious! I think we can only stay here for another half a day at most. If we don't leave by tomorrow afternoon, we'll really be caught by the police. Tell me, what should we do?" "What, are you chickening out?" Her cold and aloof demeanor suddenly turned into a wicked smile as she spoke slowly, her voice a pure and genuine Beijing accent, even her tone was clear and charming, with a touch of androgyny.

"I—" I wanted to retort immediately, but when I looked at her face, a perfect blend of allure and ghostly beauty, so naturally beautiful and almost delicate, I was speechless for a moment.

"You're worrying unnecessarily. Don't forget, in this city, while there aren't many top-down networks of official-business interests like those of Mei Shaoen, Lü Guoqiang, and Shi Jiaran, there are none. The domestic officialdom has always valued balance and stability. Various interest groups and cliques are intertwined, entangled, and deeply rooted. On the surface, they seem stable, but in reality, they have many flaws and loopholes. You see, greed is human nature. Many people feel their lives aren't good enough. Ordinary people want money; rich people want more money. Similarly, low-ranking officials want to become high-ranking officials, and high-ranking officials want to become regional rulers. But then again, how do these officials, big and small, achieve their goals? Those without ability honestly accumulate seniority to advance; those with ability form cliques and factions.

In short, the means by which these people gain advancement can be summarized in two words: 'struggle.'" "w" spoke with a faint smile and an air of magnanimity. At that moment, I stared blankly at her, so composed, seemingly unfazed by danger, her smile serene and unwavering. It was hard to believe that such a person was a woman.

"Of course," she continued, "the methods and tactics of political infighting in China are becoming increasingly diverse. Some exploit public opinion, some manipulate public discourse, some use power to intimidate, some use force to coerce, and some use brute force to break through. But ultimately, it all comes down to this: unite the majority and strike at the minority." "You mean," I said, already having a clue, "that we should simply release those videos of officials' promiscuity online, creating public outcry, causing these officials to lose credibility politically, and become isolated.

Then, opposing interest groups could seize this opportunity to suppress them?" "It's so much easier talking to smart people!" She stood up and slowly walked to the window. She continued talking, "I've been in the country for so long. I know that in just over two months, the Dongzhou government will be undergoing a new round of leadership changes.

At this time, Mei Shaoen's shameful death, coupled with us putting this online, will have an earthquake-like impact." "This method—" I paused, adjusting my posture, "The internet in the country is strictly controlled.

Are you sure we won't be caught by the cyber police if we do this?" She remained with her back to me, facing the window, "We don't need to do it ourselves. Aren't there already people ready to take the plunge?" "You mean, the serial killer?" I looked at her back, thought for a moment, and then asked.

"This whole thing was instigated by him." She stretched out her slender fingers, tracing irregular patterns on the window. "If it weren't for his unexpected interference, Lü Guoqiang wouldn't have been put on the defensive so quickly. At least, I wouldn't have shown up and taken action against those people." "Actually, I think you could stop him," I whispered, clutching the corner of the blanket.

"Why try to stop him? Superficial words don't reflect true feelings. Honestly, I don't dislike him, just as much as I admire you. Besides, now that this charade has unfolded, who among us can escape unscathed?" "I know what to do." After hearing her words, I pressed my temples and replied.

Before she could speak, I continued with a wry smile, "I thought Lü Guoqiang was well-hidden, a ruthless and ambitious character. I never imagined someone could be even more patient! Thinking about it, Richard was truly wronged! He died without ever knowing—heh, if you hadn't learned from Guan Li that he was about to flee in the next few days, you probably wouldn't have revealed your true identity and would have chosen to continue acting with me, right?" "Likewise!" She turned back, her eyes shrewd, her smile radiant.

"Heh, may I know your real name? You know, um, um—" For some reason, the expression on her face made me a little embarrassed. The feeling in my heart was stranger than ever before.

"Call me Yanwu! I'm going to take a shower! Get some rest, we have a lot to do tomorrow!" With that, she tossed her long hair, yawned, and left the room with light steps.

"Yanwu," I murmured, savoring the name. And deep inside, that absurd, self-deprecating feeling rose again. "What a dramatically long day! Ugh! What a waste!" A few minutes later, I pulled the covers over myself , still fully clothed ,

and muttered to myself, eyes wide open. But at the same time, a slight smile still appeared at the corner of my mouth—

﹡ ... Many withered, yellowed leaves fluttered and danced in the autumn wind, swirling up a hazy, yellowish hue. The scene was bleak and desolate. Although the air conditioning was on inside, the biting autumn wind outside was imperceptible. But the atmosphere was strangely eerie—"—Well, that's how it is. I won't hide it from you; I know you must be very confused right now. But I still feel it's necessary to tell you this. She and I have definitely been targeted by those people. If we're caught, we'll definitely die." I stood beside the wardrobe, earnestly telling the man and woman sitting next to each other on the bed. The man was of medium build, stout, his head drooping, looking utterly dejected; the woman was voluptuous and sexy, but her expression was extremely pale and sorrowful. Who were this couple? They were Hai Jian and my mother. Early in the morning, the early riser "w"—no, now I should call her Yan Wu. She discussed it with me again after I woke up, then woke my mother and took her out. It wasn't until almost noon that she returned with my mother and Haijian, whom I hadn't seen for over ten days. After that, Yanwu went out again to do what she needed to do. As for me, after careful consideration, I organized my words, carefully choosing my phrases, and in a gentle manner, explained what had happened in the past few days to my mother and Haijian. Of course, I knew what I could and couldn't say. For example, I kept silent about following my mother to the county town and recording her and Haijian's sexual encounter. "In this game, some are players, some are pawns. Whether you use someone or are used depends on your own thoughts and actions. Remember this: the final victor is not condemned!" These were the words Yanwu had told me that morning. Now, they resurfaced in my mind, bringing a unique feeling to my heart. After a moment of deep thought, I looked at the two still silently with their heads down. Her words were even more pointed: "Mom, Haijian. I know everything about you two. How should I put it? I'm not stupid, I won't say anything hurtful. After all, everyone wants to keep some privacy. Now is not a good time to talk about you two. In this situation, not only are Yanwu and I in danger, but you are too. Lü Guoqiang abandoned you and ran away. Just that alone proves that all your efforts these past few days were in vain. He only ever treated you as a valuable tool to be used, and you still expect him to have any lingering feelings? Such a heartless dog..." "Don't have any illusions about that guy anymore." Seeing that they didn't respond, I took a breath and continued, "You might think that what I'm doing is immature, unreasonable, or crazy. Heh, sometimes I think so myself. But in the end, I can't turn back. Either kill Lü Guoqiang and go abroad, or be killed by his henchmen. It's a choice between two options, and Mom, they won't let you go either. Because, because Richard told you some things about Lü Guoqiang, and because you're my mother, you're sure, you're sure—" "You're sure to die, right?" My mother, her eyes red and her face haggard, finally spoke. I nodded slightly, then looked away from her and turned to Hai Jian, who was rubbing his hands together, looking frightened and embarrassed. "Brother, you're in trouble this time, will you help me?" Hearing this, his strong body trembled, and the flesh on his cheeks shook. His words were tinged with unease and confusion: "This, this, they're all bosses, officials, so powerful. How, how can I help you! Besides, uh, there's that murderer hiding somewhere—" "Enough! You can't drag him into this!" A sudden growl interrupted Haijian's words. I turned my head and looked at my mother, who had just roared at me. At this moment, tears streamed down her cheeks, and she sobbed in pain. "How could you do this! Haijian doesn't know anything. I'm your mother, and I can help you however I want. After all, I also bear a lot of responsibility for what's happened. But you can't be so selfish. He has a father and a mother too. What if something happens to him? How will his parents accept it! Don't you understand! Waaah—I just want a simple son, but what's wrong with you now! You've really done something terrible—" My mother, tears streaming down her face, clutched her chest, choking back sobs. Overwhelmed with grief and despair, she finally unleashed the pent-up resentment of days to come. This weeping was for herself, and for me. For a mother forever bears double, even several times, the pain of her son. A dark cloud instantly settled over me, and the veins on my forehead throbbed. I frowned, pursed my lips, and gazed intently at the sorrowful expression on the face of this woman, whom I had once considered the most perfect woman and mother in the world. A dull ache throbbed in my chest. In that instant, it dawned on me that the saddest thing in the world is not life or death, nor is it that I stand before her, and she doesn't know I love her; it is that I love her, yet deliberately pretend I don't care for her at all, using my cold and crazed heart to dig an insurmountable trench for her. The trench is deep, and the bitter consequences are borne. But even so, the seed of a different thought, planted in my heart and quietly sprouting, and now bearing fruit, continues to remind and spur me on from the depths of my soul. "Abandon your kindness! The most powerful are those who are devoid of good and evil!" (To be continued) (Chapter 21) "Ah, Ah Jun, did you really, really kill someone?" My mother, overwhelmed with grief, finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, after venting her mixed emotions, and gradually drifted off to sleep. I couldn't bear the oppressive atmosphere in the room, so I went out and downstairs to the viewing pavilion in the center of the community to smoke silently. Soon, Hai Jian also arrived and, standing beside me, hesitantly asked the question above. I threw away my cigarette, half-closed my eyes, and glanced at him. "Yes, how so?" Perhaps my gaze was too sharp at that moment, for when he saw it, he involuntarily shifted back. After hesitating for a while, I spoke in a low voice, a complex and unfathomable tone in it: "I knew this day would come sooner or later. But I still have to say, I had no intention of toying with Aunt Shen. When she was with me, she treated me almost like her own child. Well, you know I'm not very good with words, but there's something I've always wanted to tell you. Aunt Shen doesn't like the way you are now. You confuse her and worry her. As her son, you can't do this!" I turned to face him, smiling coldly. That laughter sounded unfamiliar even to myself. "Don't you think it's a bit shameless to say that?" My words made his face flush slightly, but he remained stubborn: "Auntie told me the other day that you've been spending money more and more extravagantly these past few months. She did the math, and in the three or four months you've been asking her for money, she's transferred a full 40,000 yuan to your bank account, not including the occasional money you take in front of her. She doesn't say anything, but she's been worried about you, afraid you'll go astray. Do you know that!" He seemed to lose his composure at this point. He took a breath, composed himself, and continued: "That day, she came back to the county to see me. She told me about her worries about you and gave me a bankbook to keep safe."

He said if anything happened to her, she would give you the passbook. I asked her what had happened and why she wouldn't just give you the passbook directly or give it to your grandmother for safekeeping. She wouldn't tell me. Actually, I've been worried about her and you these past few days, but I'm not very capable, and if I came here specifically, I was afraid you would find out about us. So I've been anxiously waiting for her to come to me again. But today, when she came with that woman, I could tell from her expression that something had happened.”

He took a gold passbook out of his pocket and handed it to me. “The password is the last six digits of your ID number. I haven't touched a single penny.” Seeing this, I wasn't particularly surprised. Although my heart stirred slightly, I still pushed the passbook away and said, “Give it back to her! She won't need it for now.” His hand holding the passbook paused in the air for a while before finally withdrawing it. At the same time, he nodded and whispered a little awkwardly, with a very sincere attitude: "I understand, you must hate me very much. If you beat me here, I promise not to fight back. Let you————" "

If I want to beat you up." I put my hands on my temples and said slowly, "I would have done it when I found out." "Is it the last time?" The blush on his face began to get thicker. "The last time we slept together in a hotel, we found out?" I left my hands on my head, swayed, and raised the corners of my mouth. Dao laughed at himself inexplicably, "None of this is important now. What's important is that sentence: Brother is in trouble this time, can you help?" As soon as he said this, a clear and calm voice came from outside the pavilion: "Liu Haijian, if you don't help He Jun, you would be so sorry for him!" Yan Wu walked up to the two of us following the voice. Those long and thin eyes, soft and evil, stared at Hai Jian. It was as if he wanted to penetrate it.

For a moment, the pavilion fell silent; none of the three made a sound. Leaving aside Yanwu and me, Haijian, who was being intently stared at, began to panic. His muscular body trembled uncontrollably, his legs went weak, and he could barely stand. His expression was one of utter terror and fear.

"I...I'm just an ordinary person! What...what can I do! Ah, Ah Jun, this...I...I'm a law-abiding citizen! I really can't do this!" After stammering for a while, he finally managed to utter this incoherent, almost absurd excuse.

"A law-abiding citizen!? Heh!" Yanwu chuckled faintly, amused by his words. Then her tone changed drastically, turning cold and menacing as she snarled, "Would a law-abiding citizen trick his friend's mother into taking those disgusting and lewd photos for his own masturbation? Would a law-abiding citizen go to those cheap red-light districts in the middle of the night to buy sex? Would a law-abiding citizen secretly squander the money his friend's mother entrusted to him? Would a law-abiding citizen brag to his classmates about having sex with his friend's mother in some car or some wild jungle? You dare call yourself a law-abiding citizen! And you shamelessly talk about true love? Ha! It's utterly ridiculous!"

"I, I, I didn't squander that money! Ah Jun, don't listen to her nonsense!" Hai Jian blushed and desperately tried to explain to me.

"So," I said, crossing my arms, "you won't deny anything else?" "No! No!" He was sweating profusely, gesturing wildly. "I swear! I didn't do any of that! Or may I be struck by lightning!" "Hmm! Thunder in autumn is rare, isn't it?" My gaze swept past Haijian and turned to Yanwu.

Before Yanwu could speak, Haijian seemed to remember something. He quickly pulled the bankbook from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to me. "Look, look, a full 80,000 yuan! If I had withdrawn it, why wouldn't there be a record in the bankbook? Don't you think so? And—"

"That's because you used money from another bank card!" These words immediately stunned Haijian, who was still trying to explain.

Yanwu ignored him and continued coldly, "He Jun's mother gave you a Bank of China savings book and an ICBC savings card, totaling 130,000 yuan. Hmph! Someone like you, who has lived for twenty years, with no ambition, lowly and humble; seemingly open-minded but actually a pile of dog shit, wouldn't be tempted by so much money? In just over ten days, you've changed your laptop, bought an iPhone, a watch, designer clothes, and shoes; even your cigarettes now cost at least 30 yuan each. Don't deny it! I observed it all this morning at your house! You think you can deny it just by not wearing or using those things? Oh! You also went to the sauna at a star-rated hotel these past few days, didn't you? Hmm, going to those places that charge 100 yuan for a full service all the time is getting nauseating. And the restaurant there, you treated your classmates to abalone, lobster, and XO. Heh! It tasted good, didn't it—"

Hai Jian was trembling even more violently than before, his whole body shaking like a leaf. If it weren't for the railings around him, he would have rolled out of the pavilion. I looked at him with a sorrowful gaze, my heart churning with conflicting emotions.

This man was once my closest classmate and friend in my youth. Now—"—You've almost used up that 50,000 yuan savings card at ICBC, haven't you? If I hadn't brought you here today, you would have already started using this Bank of China passbook, wouldn't you? You really are a good friend! Compared to you, even I, a murderer and thief who has committed countless evils, feel that I still have a lot of morals! In other words, you, who spouts words of friendship and true love but whose belly is full of jealousy and filth, who only sits in front of the computer every day playing games, watching pornographic movies, reading erotic books, and masturbating, are a filthy pig! A parasite! Scum! You don't deserve to live in this world at all!" Yan Wu's cold rebuke was like that of a demon, her words like sharp knives, completely shattering Hai Jian's previous facade of concern and kindness.

"I, I, Ah Jun, I—" He squatted down in front of me, his body nearly limp, his hands covering his head, utterly ashamed.

After a few minutes, I sighed and waved to stop Yan Wu, who was still about to scold me. Then I took out several bank card transaction records from my coat pocket; at the same time, I squatted down, removed Hai Jian's right hand from his head, and put the records in my palm; then I patted him, who was still trembling, and said in a flat, cold tone: "If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. Don't think I'm stupid, that I'll give up after a few cheap words of concern, lecturing me under the guise of my mother? Yes, we used to be very good playmates, friends.

I even foolishly asked you to take care of my mother. Now, to be honest, you make me both angry and sad, sad for my mother! I won't talk about what other people and my mother did, but what about you? She trusted you so much, giving you her savings..." "I entrusted her savings to you for safekeeping, and this is how you handle it? This is how you deal with her unreasonable trust and affection for you?"

After that, I stood up and looked down at him condescendingly, "Don't worry! I won't expose you to my mother, this despicable fellow who pretends to be a love-struck, honest, kind, and cheerful chubby boy. As long as you agree to fully cooperate with us, I can let bygones be bygones. If you agree, then raise your head and say something!" "You, you really won't tell Auntie?" Hearing this, his body trembling, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes, brimming with tears, looked at me hopefully, his lips trembling like two fat earthworms.

"Not only will you not tell, but after it's done, you can either leave with us or we'll give you two hundred thousand pounds to stay in the country; the choice is yours." These generous conditions made him frown, his lips pressed tightly together, and he was in a daze for a while. But I didn't have to wait long; he finally gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously. He looked like a hero going to his execution—"What if he still doesn't behave during this time, and still tries to sleep with your mother in a filthy way?" Yanwu, who was still beside me, asked curiously, watching Haijian walk slowly and heavily back to the apartment.

I tilted my head, a mysterious smile playing on my lips. "Even death row inmates get a final treatment, don't they?" "Heh!" Her brows relaxed, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She extended a finger and lightly tapped my forehead. "Looks like you've truly grasped the essence of 'using any means necessary'!" "Your intelligence-gathering abilities also surprise me." I gazed at her with keen gratitude. "If you hadn't shown me the evidence of that guy's many misdeeds this morning, I wouldn't have known he was so shameless."

"However," I paused, a bitter smile creeping across my face, "your tirade just now somehow got me caught up in it too. You know, before, I wasn't much different from him." "But you're different now. Because you met me."

As she spoke, she gestured for me to return to the apartment. "Here, you're just getting a taste of what's to come. In the future, in foreign lands, you'll encounter more exciting, or perhaps more dangerous, things in your life."

"Let's talk about serious matters!" I followed behind her, asking in a low voice, "How's the situation over there?" "Lu Guoqiang has settled down on Qianshan Island. A ship will be heading there in a few days to take him to Naha Port in Okinawa. The rest of the journey is still unclear." Yanwu brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. "As for Shi Jiaran, the police have issued an arrest warrant for him. However, he and his trusted henchmen are almost at Qianshan Island by now." "

Wow! Your scheme is working?" I said this for a reason. Actually, in the morning, Yanwu not only told me about the despicable things Haijian had done, but also briefly explained why she wanted to bomb the pharmaceutical factory.

The purpose was clear: to frame him and force him into a panic. To put it simply, after she blew up the factory, she also left a box of 25 kilograms of high-purity heroin there. Shi Jiaran's pharmaceutical factory usually only produces some health products and does not involve the processing and manufacturing of drugs containing morphine. Therefore, the discovery of such a large amount of drugs would definitely cause an overreaction from the police.

"Hehe, we should thank that murderer for this?" After I asked that question, she immediately replied, "He acted quite quickly. I didn't expect him to post those videos online so quickly. Yesterday alone, there were three things: the Huangtupo gunfight, the explosion of a pharmaceutical factory in the south of the city, and the murder of the police chief. Now the Dongzhou police are leaderless and in a state of chaos. How can they be efficient? Choosing this time to release the videos is just perfect!"

She turned her head, her eyes gleaming with cunning, and continued as she walked, "You were busy this morning too, weren't you?" Yes, she was right. I didn't give up on things this morning. Neither the pain in my ribs nor the annoyance of exposing Hai Jian's hypocrisy could stop me from preparing for what was to come. Besides, deep down, I had no fear of the murderer, this mysterious, omnipresent figure. In my mind, he couldn't kill me now. Our relationship had shifted from coercion to cooperation. Talking about threats now would be idiotic and pretentious

. Cooperation, of course, involves reciprocity and mutual benefit. Although our goals and methods differ, what we want is still in Lü Guoqiang's hands, isn't it? In any case, we need to deal with Lü Guoqiang first, and incidentally cause some trouble for his cronies, right?

Based on this thinking, as soon as Yanwu left in the morning, I compressed the group sex videos and the detailed list of participating officials into a file. Then, using a phone with a pre-prepared, unregistered SIM card bought from a small shop without surveillance cameras, I connected it to my Founder laptop and the internet. I logged back into QQ and used a new account I'd casually created to contact the murderer with the online name "Liu Xiulong."

Luckily, he was online today. I quickly identified myself, explained the situation, and forwarded the file package to him. He didn't say much, only agreeing to release it as soon as possible and telling me to check several well-known local forums in Dongzhou an hour later. Then he went offline.

The murderer was very efficient; at the agreed time, I quickly saw the videos appear on the forums. Having achieved my goal, I cleared all traces of use from my computer, shut it down, smashed it, removed the SIM card, and shredded it. Then I went outside and threw the cleaned-up items into a trash can about a kilometer away from my neighborhood, near the road.

"Dongzhou police have been peaceful for a long time." As I walked, reflecting on what I had done that morning, Yanwu spoke up again: "Moreover, under the leadership of Mei Shaoen, a bureaucrat who only knows how to scheme and manipulate power, and is extremely corrupt and decadent, they have long lost the basic ability to maintain local peace. Their municipal committee is probably still arguing about the vacant standing committee member and police chief positions. With the video circulating online these past few hours, those involved will definitely take action. Hehe, the government building must be quite lively right now!"

"Hmph!" I touched my nose and sneered, "We've already cast our bait. As for how those big and small bureaucrats—the GQ faction, the TZ Party, local officials, parachuted cadres, and the various factions from the south and north—are staging their power struggles in this bustling metropolis, it shouldn't concern us anymore." "Of course! However," Yanwu, who was almost at the apartment building entrance, suddenly changed her tone, "Shi Jiaran isn't wanted by the city bureau. On the way back with your mother and Liu Haijian, I received inside information that a joint task force from the provincial criminal investigation team and the anti-drug team, led by the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation, has taken over the cases of Shi Jiaran's drug factory, the Huangtupo shootout, and the murder of Mei Shaoen.

I think that within twenty-four hours, they will be able to find out the close connection between Shi Jiaran and Lü Guoqiang, and then discover Lü Guoqiang's current disappearance." "Where is he? After all, in China, people in higher-level departments always have more channels to obtain information than those in lower-level units. This cannot be denied." "I understand that." I nodded slightly, then said unhurriedly, "But don't forget, Shi Jiaran was able to escape because he must have obtained information from within the police force. Lü Guoqiang may also have played a role in this. Think about it, why would a higher-level department come to investigate such a sudden case? It's impossible that it wasn't reported by someone from the municipal bureau. With this back-and-forth, wouldn't everyone with the authority know the truth? Lü Guoqiang and Shi Jiaran have been working together for so many years. Would there be no other reliable sources of information within the police force besides Mei Shaoen? Just look at the video! Aren't the three county and district bureau chiefs under Mei Shaoen frequently seen? They might be the ones who provided information to Shi Jiaran."

"None of the countries, groups, and organizations in this world are monolithic!" I paused, then emphasized, "None of them are a united front!" "I understand what you mean." Instead of entering the elevator, she walked towards the emergency staircase, resting her chin on her hand, and pondered slowly, "Mei Shaoen should be closely associated with Lü Guoqiang and Shi Jiaran. The three bureau chiefs from subordinate counties also appeared frequently in the videos. Obviously, they are Mei's confidants, and their interests are definitely intertwined. Now that Mei is dead, and Shi Jiaran, who was closely associated with Mei, has also gotten into this mess, they've started to fear that their shady dealings will be exposed, so they have to take measures. To let Shi Jiaran escape while there's still time to salvage the situation."

"You're smarter than me, more experienced, how could you not see that? Heh, anyway, I don't care about that." I followed behind her, walking upstairs. Her mouth continued to chatter: "I only care how long we can stay in the country? Will Lü Guoqiang escape before we get to Qianshan Island?" "Forty-eight hours, at most ninety-six hours. Don't worry, Guan Li will try her best to buy us time." "That's good!" I snapped my fingers, then said in a chilling, icy tone, "Some scores need to be settled!" "You'll be satisfied!" Yanwu stopped and turned to look at me. Her reply also carried an aura of madness and malevolence—

The

existence of the night is not merely the opposite of day. Its most important allure lies in concealing evil.

"Do you remember? I've always loved the night since I was little. Before, I loved its tranquility and serene stillness; now, I love this chilly atmosphere. Because at night, I feel like I'm back in nature's embrace. It's so comfortable, so dreamy. My mind becomes unusually active at night, and I'm full of energy. Hey! Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't I say I'd let bygones be bygones? Come on, have a smoke—"

On the winding road near the border of my hometown county, a dark Audi sedan was speeding along. I was sitting in the back seat, smoking and rambling on about my strange theories about the night, facing the surging night wind that rushed

into the car. I was also teasing Haijian, who was cowering and uneasy beside me. It was 10 p.m. Four hours had passed since we left Dongzhou. In the evening, Yanwu, my mother, Haijian, and I had a simple but awkward dinner at home. Afterwards, Yanwu made a cup of milk tea with sedatives for my mother in the kitchen. After Haijian, who had already given in, passed it on, my mother, who had been ignoring me all afternoon but looked somewhat worried, drank it and fell asleep again within ten minutes.

Of course, I did this to prevent my mother from stopping me from doing something I'd been longing for day and night for a long time. There was no other reason.

Women shouldn't know too much.

But Yanwu, in my eyes, she's not really a woman.

Left foot braking, wheelies, continuous spinning drifts, cornering lines, inside overtaking—each a breathtaking maneuver seemed calculated by the most precise instruments. Under the control of this woman who exuded a ghostly aura, the car's kinetic energy was pushed to its limits. Cars flew past me like shooting stars. The once layered, crisscrossing highway seemed to have become a smooth racetrack leading straight to Rome.

Under her perfect driving, the journey that usually took five and a half hours was shortened to a little over four hours.

Soon, the Audi sedan that Yanwu had somehow gotten her hands on entered the county town and stopped on the side of the road just across the street from the county committee's residential compound.

"Brother!" As soon as the car stopped, I leaned close to Haijian, whose face was still tense, and whispered mysteriously in his ear, "Don't panic later! Be steady when you're filming!" "Okay, I understand." Haijian, still extremely nervous, replied and picked up his bag containing the digital camera. Yanwu and I got out of the car and headed towards the county committee's residential compound.

After circling the compound, Yanwu, having found a breakthrough, instructed me to use a special prism to block the infrared alarm's wiring path, preventing it from triggering the alarm. Then, she used her crossbow to fire short bolts with climbing ropes attached to the wall.

"I'll go in and take care of the guard first. You and he come in through the main gate in ten minutes." She whispered to me as she put the crossbow into her backpack.

I nodded, watching her gracefully leap over the nearly four-meter-high smooth wall using the ropes.

Afterward, I pulled out the crossbow bolt with the climbing rope and waited for the time to pass.

Ten minutes flew by. I led Haijian, who was still not relaxed, constantly looking around, and whose forehead was damp with sweat, towards the main gate.

Upon arrival, we found Yanwu already in the guardhouse. Two men, around forty years old, were slumped on the desk, seemingly fast asleep.

"I've brought these two guards, the ones in charge of the front and back gates, here," Yanwu said calmly, her eyes filled with contempt. "They were sleeping when I came in, which is even better. I gave them each a tranquilizer dart; they won't wake up until tomorrow." "

I've also destroyed the security cameras," she pointed to the inner room. "The surveillance tapes are in my backpack." As she spoke, I opened the security gate. Then, I gave a silent, cold laugh, tugged at Haijian's arm, and gestured to Yanwu with my eyes.

The three of us filed out of the guardhouse and headed towards the three-story detached building in the center.

The surroundings were extremely quiet and dark, as most of the residents worked for the county government. So they should have already gone to their bedrooms to rest by now. Only the occasional cry of a baby and music playing from the television could be heard.

Lights were on on the second and third floors of the building, the main gate was tightly closed, and a silver-gray Lexus hardtop convertible was parked outside the wall. Judging from its exterior, it was a recent purchase.

"What a pity!" I thought to myself, glancing at Yanwu. She nodded at me and pointed to the location of the building's infrared alarm. Knowing what to do, I used the special prism to block the infrared beam again.

Because the wall here was lower than the one outside, Yanwu didn't need to use a climbing rope to get over this time. In less than half a minute, she opened the main gate, leading Haijian and me to the last door, the one on the first floor of the building.

As soon as she reached the door, she took out professional lock-picking tools, gently inserted them into the keyhole, and with a twist and turn, the door opened as if it had been opened with a real key. Now, nothing could stop us.

Chen Kai! I'm here!

At this moment, the humiliation and anger that had accumulated over the past two years finally erupted like a volcanic eruption.

As planned, I went up to the third floor alone and quietly waited outside the door, where the television was still playing and the sound of fingers typing on a keyboard was still faintly audible. Yanwu took Haijian to deal with the nanny living downstairs first. After they went up to the second floor and apprehended Chen Kai's parents, I—"Who goes there! You! Ugh! Help—" A brief commotion erupted on the second floor, followed by silence.

Hearing this, I, already holding a Jetbeam flashlight in my left hand and a retractable steel baton in my right, began knocking on the door. A few seconds later, a voice I hadn't heard in over two years came from inside: "Wait a minute! Coming right away!" A dozen seconds later, footsteps approached the door. Along with this came a slightly annoyed remark: "Didn't I say I was going out later? I can't finish the midnight snack I cooked!" The door opened, and a handsome face with delicate features peeked out from the inner room. It was undoubtedly Chen Kai himself.

"Hmm? You are—" Seeing me standing outside the door, wearing a brown leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and large fur-lined slippers, he looked surprised, confused, and bewildered. He was completely oblivious to the impending disaster.

I grinned at him with a wicked smile, my words still sinister: "Hehe! Long time no see. I'm here to collect a debt!" As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately switched on a flashlight with my left hand, shining it on his face; with my right hand, I swung a steel rod and brought it down on his head.

"Ouch!" Caught off guard, Chen Kai screamed instantly from the blow to the head, falling to the ground, clutching his forehead and groaning.

Seeing him lie down, I rushed forward and kicked him in the lower back, sending him sliding several meters across the floor. The force of the kick caused excruciating pain in my own ribs. But the more it hurt, the clearer and more agitated my mind became. I

walked step by step to Chen Kai, who was still groaning on the ground, clutching his head. I used the steel rod to tickle his slightly itchy head.

My tone was incredibly venomous, even somewhat manic: "Don't you recognize me? Heh heh! My name is He Jun. You might remember my mother, or you might not. Just so you know, her name is Shen Xiuqin! You did it with her.

Don't remember? You'll remember!" Just as I finished speaking, Hai Jian's trembling, slightly frightened voice sounded behind me: "Ah, Ah Jun. Yan, Yan, Yan Wu wants you to take him away quickly." "Drag him away," I said, putting the steel rod into the pocket of my 5.11 tactical vest. Then I took out thumb cuffs and forcibly pulled Chen Kai's hands away from his head, handcuffing them.

"You motherfucker! Ugh—" Just as Chen Kai, his hands bound, was about to swear angrily, I grabbed his groin. Not only that, my five fingers were constantly kneading and twisting that soft, large thing, increasing the pressure.

This time, the pain made his eyes roll back and his face contort. He bent his legs inward to relieve the excruciating pain. I moved my face in front of him and whispered harshly, "We'll be done soon. Now be good and come downstairs with us!" Left with no choice, Chen Kai could only nod repeatedly in agreement. At this moment, Hai Jian also came over, grabbed the cuffs, and silently pulled him upstairs to the second floor. I grabbed Chen Kai's phone, which was next to the computer, and then followed the two of them to the second floor, to Chen Kai's parents' master bedroom.

The master bedroom was about thirty square meters and had an attached bathroom. The doors and windows were now tightly shut, and the curtains drawn. The luxurious decorations, the high-end furniture within easy reach, and the precious antiques all reflected the family's extremely high standard of living and wealth. Of course, this also gave a glimpse into the patriarch's work ethic—

I have no doubt about Yanwu's intelligence-gathering abilities or her powerful and mysterious background. The man of the house before me is none other than Chen Kai's father—Secretary Chen, the top official of the county party committee—whom I often saw on the county television news back in my hometown. He has a standard square face, a broad and bright forehead, slightly messy side-parted hair, a straight nose, and an air of officialdom honed through years of experience. He wears a crimson silk nightgown with a polka dot pattern. Beside him is his wife, and of course, Chen Kai's mother—Lin Cailian, the deputy director of the county health bureau.

She is dignified and quite beautiful, with lovely, upturned eyes and eyebrows shaped like crescent moons. From her features, one can vaguely see a resemblance to Chen Kai. Not only that, her figure was also quite impressive. She wore a purple velvet nightgown with two thin straps draped over her rounded shoulders, her arms were like lotus roots, her breasts were full and prominent, and her cleavage was deep. A pearl necklace hung around her fair and delicate neck. The nightgown seemed tailor-made for her figure, tight at the waist and hips, outlining her beautiful waist and full hips.

However, like Chen Kai, they were all handcuffed with thumb cuffs. The family of three knelt on the velvet carpet, terrified and unsettled. Yan Wu stood calmly to the side, holding a pure black Sigma .40 semi-automatic pistol with a silencer. The muzzle remained pointed at them, never lowered.

"I've already shot that woman in the neck," she said to me, giving Hai Jian a wink.

Somewhat afraid of Yan Wu, he obediently took out a digital camera from his bag and began preparing.

I nodded to her, then turned back, giving the three kneeling figures a cold, sidelong glance: "I'm sorry to disturb your rest. But it's alright, tonight will be a lively autumn night." "Who are you?! What do you want?!" As the head of the family, Secretary Chen finally spoke up. However, because there were guns pointed at them, he didn't raise his voice much.

"Nothing much." I replied, holding Chen Kai's phone and searching for something. "Enough with the nonsense. Your son bullied me and my mother over two years ago. I'm here to settle the score, it's that simple." "Don't threaten me, don't intimidate me, and don't waste your energy trying to reason with me or appeal to my emotions.

Since I'm here today, I don't intend to let you off the hook. No matter what kind of county party secretary or deputy bureau chief you are, in my eyes now, aren't you kneeling like a worm?" After saying this, I walked up to Chen Kai and pointed to two numbers in his phone's contact list, saying, "Tell me honestly, are you going out with them later?" His face was pale, and he didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Very good." I shoved the phone into his hand. "Have them come over, and we'll all settle the bill together!" "You—" "Bang!" The flashlight, which I hadn't put back, swung at Chen Kai's eyebrow.

This blow not only knocked him to the ground again, but also split his brow bone open, splattering blood.

"Stop, stop! Don't hit my son!" At this moment, Lin Cailian, who was kneeling to the side, threw herself onto Chen Kai, who was crying out in pain, trying to protect him with her body. At the same time, she turned her head towards me, pleading in a pitiful voice, "Don't hit him! Please! How much money do you want? We can give you! Just please let my family go! Please!" "Tsk tsk tsk!" I slowly squatted down with a lewd smile, picked up the phone, and then, while wiping the flashlight stained with blood with her robe, I reached out my other hand and touched her still relatively smooth face. "You two are really of one mind! But—" My hand began to slowly move down. Finally, I opened the loose neckline of the robe and suddenly squeezed Lin Cailian's breasts, feeling their warmth and softness.

"Hmm! Not bad, you've taken good care of yourself. You must have spent a lot of money, right?" After massaging her for a while, I withdrew my hand, gazing at her with an ambiguous expression as her chest heaved violently. Her flushed, moist face, with its glazed eyes, was truly suggestive. I couldn't tell if it was anger, fear, or something else causing this unusual expression.

"Is the drug taking effect?" I turned to ask Yanwu.

She nodded in response. Having received a reply, I smiled brightly again at Lin Cailian, who was trembling, her body temperature rising, and her face growing increasingly red, and said, "I believe you love your son very much. Hehe, well then! To commemorate this great love, I, well, what am I? Oh, I, this despicable, vulgar, shameless, and wicked little man, will witness this great maternal love!"

"This one," I pointed the flashlight at Yan Wu, "should be said to have just injected this great mother with a very potent aphrodisiac." "And this one," I pointed the flashlight at Hai Jian, who was a little embarrassed and nervous, "will be the cinematographer for this great mother-son love action film!" "You, aren't you afraid of legal repercussions?" At this moment, Secretary Chen, who had been silent with a livid face, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Oh, about that." I gave a cruel sneer, saying calmly, "I should thank your son! He gave me a very profound, very lewd, and very violent lesson when I was in my naive and foolish stage, thinking that the earth was beautiful, the country was harmonious, and the people were happy. Uh, sorry, I used vulgar language!" At this moment, my thoughts were extremely unrestrained, and I was excited like I was on drugs. I suddenly pulled out the Python revolver with a large silencer and an extended barrel from my tactical vest, and suddenly chanted in a deep voice: "Alright! The show—begins!"

More than forty minutes later—

"Hmm, very good, very good, keep it up, hey, don't shake! You're holding the camera!" I was talking non-stop, looking at the scene on the carpet in front of me: Lin Cailian, who was completely naked, with a reddish complexion, pear-shaped, slightly sagging breasts and a little bit of excess fat, was sucking hard between Hai Jian's legs, constantly rolling her eyes. Beneath her lay Chen Kai, naked from the waist down, drenched in sweat, his expression contorted with rage, thrusting upwards with ferocity. At that moment, perhaps only one thought occupied his mind: to vent his desires on this woman before him, regardless of anything else.

Why was he acting this way? Of course, he too had been injected with an aphrodisiac by Yan Wu.

This lewd scene greatly pleased me. Occasionally, I would turn my head and chuckle at Secretary Chen, who sat in the corner, his face ashen and his mind blank. As for Yan Wu, she remained calm and composed.

"Ah—oh—too deep—uh—too heavy—oh!" The potent drug perfectly illustrated what it meant to be consumed by lust, unable to control one's emotions. Lin Cailian, her mind already clouded, groaned and gasped as she spat out Hai Jian's short, thick penis. Beneath her, her son's swollen member thrust in and out of her wet, moist vagina. The feeling of fullness, tightness, and bloating likely aroused her, the sensual stimulation tinged with shame. Her eyes seemed to hold a hint of resentment. But regardless, at this moment, she was dominated by desire.

Meanwhile, Hai Jian, holding a camera and filming beside Lin Cailian, was also flushed and panting heavily. His penis, still in a condom, had shrunk to a small ball. It had been sucked out by Lin Cailian's mouth more than ten minutes earlier. But after ejaculating, his mind clouded, the woman, her lust high, didn't let him go, sucking and licking his short, thick penis for a long time before finally releasing him.

Of course, the idea of letting him film and enjoy himself was my suggestion. The reason? No matter what—now, only mother and son remained on the battlefield of lust. Lin Cailian's plaintive moans were driving Chen Kai to the brink of climax. Their lovemaking then took a dramatic turn. After being pinned down for so long, he suddenly withdrew his penis as if possessed, straightened up, grabbed Lin Cailian's light brown hair, turned her face towards him, and made her suck his penis into her mouth. Completely defenseless, Lin Cailian obediently let her son do as he pleased, sucking the penis that had just been withdrawn from her vagina with a "sizzling" sound.

Perhaps because of the emptiness in her vagina after the penis was withdrawn, she greedily stroked his penis while simultaneously using her other hand to stimulate herself. This lewd posture further drove Chen Kai mad, and he finally lost control, ejaculating a torrent of semen into his mother's mouth.

Because there was so much, Lin Cailian swallowed a mouthful, but it spilled out because she was choked by the penis. Chen Kai, extremely pleased, didn't stop, taking the opportunity to rub his penis back and forth on Lin Cailian's face, leaving her dignified and beautiful cheeks covered in white spots. Soon, his still-erect penis plunged into her uterus again, thrusting forward wave after wave—

"Wonderful, truly wonderful!" I said, chin in hand, watching with amusement as Chen Kai, grabbing my mother's hair, thrust into her from behind. He wasn't human now, he was a beast. Completely instinctive lust drove him to thrust wildly, desperately pounding into my mother's honeypot.

Like dry tinder, their passion ignited, and soon they changed positions again. Unable to control her passion, Lin Cailian lay down, automatically spreading her legs, reaching out to tightly grasp the thick penis, pulling it against her vulva. Chen Kai rubbed the head of his penis against her wet, plump labia, causing her body to ache and itch unbearably. Her jade-like face was slightly flushed, her lust was overflowing, she was panting heavily, her eyes darting about with wanton lust, swaying her head and striking alluring poses, her seductive charm penetrating to the bone, twisting her body and moaning softly, as if she wanted to devour his penis whole.

With his vigorous thrusting, Lin Cailian climaxed every few minutes, her juices flowing out like a burst dam, down from her vulva and down her buttocks onto the carpet. The surroundings were already a river of fluid.

The heavy breathing and moans continued—the collision of flesh continued—sweat flew, hair flew. Once the floodgates of desire were opened, what would rush out would be—"You go out first." Ignoring the lewd words and the swaying breasts and buttocks still echoing in front of her. I chased Haijian, who was blushing, speechless, and nearly aroused again, out of the room. Then, I exchanged a glance with Yanwu and slowly raised my gun, aiming it at Chen Kai's head as he desperately thrust into his mother.

"This is the first time I've killed someone with a gun," I murmured, closing my eyes.

"Huff, huff," Chen Kai was still panting heavily. His pale buttocks swayed back and forth, an incredibly ironic sight.

At the same moment, Yanwu also pointed her gun at the now-dull-witted Secretary Chen.

"Oh—oh—oh—fuck me—ah!" Lin Cailian was oblivious to her surroundings, indulging in unrestrained pleasure; she only wanted happiness and satisfaction.

"Alright, performance over," I opened my eyes, digging my fingers inward. "Let's wrap this up!!!" "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunshot rang out, and the man died. (To be continued)

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