[Urban] The Adulterous Mother Who Used the Toilet - 19-21

(Chapter 8)

"Come on, everyone, cheers!"

A small restaurant near the school was bustling with activity. It was the evening of the third day since I met Richard, dinner time. Waiters were carrying pots of freshly cooked dishes and bottles of drinks, moving back and forth between tables. The four of us from the dorm were now eating and drinking at this small restaurant.

Although the place was humble, the owner's cooking was extremely delicious; coupled with fair prices and honest service, business was always good. Not only us students, but even some local residents often patronized it. After

downing my beer, I clicked my tongue, put down my glass, and looked at "Wasp" and "Scholar," whom I hadn't seen for two months. Neither of them had changed much. "Wasp" was still talkative and cheerful, while "Scholar" was as reserved and unassuming as ever.

Two hours earlier, they had arrived at the dorm almost simultaneously. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two brought out many local specialties for Zhao Wuyan and me to try. Wu Yan ate a little and then sat back down to continue reading. I, on the other hand, ate a few bites here and there, quickly eating until I was half full. Afterwards, we all went to our usual restaurant.

"Old ghost, where should we go have some fun after we eat?" "Wasp," who was already flushed and leaning back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, asked me when we were halfway through our drinks.

"Let's go to 'Heat Wave.' I still have some leftover liquor there," I replied without thinking.

"Okay!" "Wasp" said, throwing away his cigarette butt. Then he turned to "Scholar" beside him and asked, "Are you coming?" "Scholar," whose face was also flushed, shook his head: "Indulging in sensual pleasures is bad for your health. Everyone should go back and rest!" "Rest my ass!" "Wasp" and I said in unison, expressing our disdain.

"Be civilized! Be civilized! This is a public place." "Civilized my ass!" "Sigh! The world is going to the dogs!

Confucius once said—" "Said my ass! You pedantic scholar—" "You—" In an instant, "Wasp" and I teamed up and started arguing with "Scholar." Only Wu Yan remained, watching our amusing "argument" with a faint smile.

A few minutes later, the three of us ended our verbal battle. In the end, "Wasp" and I decided to go to the "Heat Wave" bar. Wu Yan and "Scholar" went back to their dorm to sleep. Just

before leaving, taking advantage of "Wasp" and "Scholar's" inattention, I grabbed Wu Yan: "Aren't you going again? Didn't we agree to go relax together when they get back?" "You know me." His long, narrow eyes, full of anime charm, shone with his usual smile. "That place is too noisy, I don't like it." After hearing him say that, I could only smile wryly and say goodbye to him, then set off with "Wasp".

"Heatwave" bar is located in a bustling area of downtown Dongzhou. Like bars across the country, if you have money, you can enjoy whatever you want there. Fine, refreshing liquor, alluring and seductive women—these items and people are all measured in money.

We found a booth on the first floor with a minimum charge of 888 yuan and sat down. A short while later, the waiter brought my stored drinks. Along with them came two scantily clad women who were reasonably attractive.

After chatting with them for a few moments, I let them sit down. Seeing my confident and familiar demeanor, "Wasp" was quite surprised. "Old Ghost, you've changed a lot in just two months!" I chuckled, gently stroking the hair of the woman beside me, and replied, "What's wrong with that? Isn't the prevailing attitude these days to 'keep up with the times'? Let's not become those bookworms who only study the classics. Let's get to know each other better. When we graduate and enter the real world, we won't be embarrassed when we encounter situations like this." "Wasp" wasn't the pretentious type. Hearing me say that, he casually put his arm around another woman's waist and began discussing "life" with her—an hour and a half later.

The colorful, flickering lights; the deafening dance music; the DJ's passionate yet hoarse shouts; the figures leaping and dancing on the dance floor. All of this seemed to indicate that the atmosphere in the bar was reaching its climax. But I didn't dance with the crowd; instead, I stayed by "Wasp's" side, who was now lying unconscious on the booth sofa.

The two women who had gotten "Wasp" drunk accepted my tip and drifted away. I popped a piece of fruit into my mouth, chewing as I watched the sleeping "Wasp." I chuckled to myself, "You dare challenge these women to a drinking contest? You really don't know your place!" With that thought, I waved to a waiter and asked him to bring two bottles of plum juice, to help "Wasp" sober up later. After that, I continued to relax on the sofa, leisurely watching the other people partying wildly in the bar.

After dealing with several groups of women trying to sit down and thugs selling ketamine, ecstasy, and other "contraband," it was past midnight. "Wasp" finally swayed as he got up. Seeing that his complexion had returned to normal and he seemed alright, I gave him a few sips of plum juice and then helped him towards the bar's entrance.

After a few steps, the door to a nearby private room opened, and a man and a woman emerged. The man, around thirty years old, was smartly dressed, striding confidently, his spirits high. The woman, with a soft, alluring face and a sexy figure, wore a low-cut halter-neck dress and swayed gracefully beside him.

"Hey! It's her!" Just as I glanced at the couple with a hint of surprise, their gaze fell upon me.

The man merely gave me a casual look. The woman, however, smiled after recognizing me, and then walked away with the man. Only a lingering, faint fragrance remained, lingering around me as they passed.

"That chick's really pretty! Wait, was I seeing things? She seemed to be smiling at us!" The "Wasp," whom I was supporting, looked like a lecherous man, his hazy, drunken eyes gleaming with greed.

"Don't stare like an idiot, that girl's a prostitute. Once you make a fortune, you can have as many women like that as you want." Unlike him, I wasn't captivated by the woman's beauty. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her; she was Ji Xiaomei, my ex-girlfriend Zhuge Shanshan's best friend.

I had nothing to say about her. Although she had a pretty face and a good figure, she possessed all the typical flaws of a woman: a love of showing off, vanity, and a tendency towards self-degradation.

From what I'd heard from Zhuge Shanshan, Ji Xiaomei's parents had divorced long ago. She had always lived with her father. After her father remarried, due to a strained relationship with her stepmother, she rarely went home after starting vocational school. Besides being close to Zhuge Shanshan, she hung out with a group of young men from outside their school, as well as Chen Kai, Da Dong, and Guang Feng.

As for why she came to Dongzhou and why she was doing this shady work, I had no idea. The last time I saw her was almost two months ago at another bar. Although I knew her, we weren't exactly close. Our limited conversations were back when I was dating Zhuge Shanshan.

But these weren't the main reasons I disliked her. The most important thing was that she witnessed me stalking and spying on my mother. She was one of the witnesses to that incident near my high school. Although she didn't actually see my mother being violated by Chen Kai, what happened afterward?

I thought to myself as I helped "Wasp" out of the bar. Outside, a gentle breeze brushed our faces. I was fine, but the breeze aggravated "Wasp's" drunkenness; he couldn't hold it in any longer, pushed me away, bent over, and vomited violently.

After he finally finished, I took out some tissues I had with me and handed them to him. He muttered, "It's already 12:30. If we go back to the dorm, we'll probably wake those two up. I think we should just go to a hotel and get a room!" "Whatever, whatever!" "Wasp" replied listlessly, head drooping after vomiting.

Twenty minutes later, we got out of the taxi and arrived at the nearest three-star hotel to the school. After checking into the room, I helped "Wasp" onto the bed and took off his clothes. I was exhausted and covered in sweat. Thinking about it, it made sense; I hadn't drunk much at dinner, and most of the alcohol at the bar had ended up in "Wasp's" stomach. Otherwise, we'd probably still be lying in the bar right now, probably unaware that our wallets had been stolen.

After taking care of "Wasp," I took off my own clothes and quickly took a shower. Because I'd eaten so many snacks that "Wasp" and "Scholar" had brought from home, I hadn't eaten much at dinner.

Now, all the alcohol had been gone with the sweat and urine, so feeling hungry again, I put my clothes back on after showering, left the room, and went downstairs to buy instant noodles and cigarettes.

It was late at night. I left the hotel, turned at two intersections, and walked about 300 meters before finding a 24-hour convenience store. Not long after, I came out with my purchases.

I opened the pack of cigarettes, lit one, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring. Now, I leisurely returned to the hotel, enjoying the night breeze. Passing the second fork in the road, I noticed an internet cafe I hadn't seen earlier because I was in a hurry to find a shop. Feeling wide awake, I decided to go in.

I went in, turned on a computer, and made myself some instant noodles with the hot water provided. Then I started eating noodles while browsing forums on QQ.

Upon logging in, I saw that Haijian was still online. But as soon as my QQ avatar appeared, he immediately went invisible. "Damn! This guy! Is he chatting with his mom?" I thought, chewing my noodles. My free left hand didn't stop typing: "You logged off as soon as you saw me, not a true friend!"

After waiting a few minutes without any response, I gave up. I quickly finished my noodles and dragged the mouse to find other friends still online. Beside me, the homeless people at midnight were still shouting and yelling, completely absorbed in the online world—

since my mother came to Dongzhou, besides going to work and going shopping and getting beauty treatments with some newly acquainted female colleagues, she had no other leisure activities. So, in her spare time, she also learned to chat on QQ, just like others. Her QQ number was the one I had registered for her before. At first, I didn't pay much attention, until a few days ago when I discovered her affair with Haijian, and it suddenly dawned on me: she was using QQ purely to contact him conveniently!

While secretly speculating, I casually clicked on my mother's QQ space in the list. The system showed that the space was encrypted; I tried several passwords, but none worked.

Disheartened, I gave up. Instead, I opened Haijian's QQ space. Who knew he had also encrypted his space? Now my curiosity was even stronger, and I was determined to crack his password.

Once, no success; twice, failure; three times, still failure; four times, five times, six times—"Could it be pinyin or something else?" Anxious, I didn't stop typing, furiously searching for clues in my mind.

"Auntie, oh Auntie, I really love you—" Suddenly, I remembered Hai Jian's soft sigh after my mother left the hotel that night.

"Hmm, it might be about my mother—" Feeling a glimmer of hope, I entered my mother's birthday into the password field.

"OK! Success!" I clenched my fist, secretly pleased. Then I started looking through his logs, personal profile, and—"!" Staring at the photos in the album, I froze.

The first photo: Two people cuddling, leaning against the headboard. My mother's hair was loose, her face soft and alluring, her lips slightly upturned, exuding charm. Her upper body was naked in the photo. Those two firm, full breasts stood proudly on her chest, instantly arousing endless fantasies. Hai Jian, with one hand tightly around my mother's waist, was also shirtless, his thick flesh pressed against my mother's fair, jade-like skin. In the photo, beads of sweat glistened on his round face, and he smiled smugly, as if he possessed the whole world at that moment.

The second photo: the location changed to in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the room; my mother, wearing an almost transparent chestnut-colored gauze, a fiery red bra and matching panties, stood there gracefully, her slender arms raised, holding up her long, wavy hair; her eyes were like water, her eyebrows like painted strokes, and her full, sexy figure was fully displayed in the photo.

The third photo: On one side of the bed, Haijian is nowhere to be seen, only his short but thick penis is faintly visible in the picture; my mother is kneeling beside the bed with her back to him, her legs slightly bent, her round, smooth, and pert buttocks raised high, her smooth back forming a beautiful curve, her slender hands gently grasping his penis, guiding it towards the center of her open buttocks to facilitate his thrusting.

The fourth photo: My mother, still completely naked, kneels on the ground, her head held high, her eyes filled with undisguised lust; her full, red lips engulf Haijian's penis. She caresses his waist, her beautiful face flushed, her expression gentle as she plays the virgin's penis. Her two full breasts in the picture are joined together, forming a deep cleavage that could instantly ignite a man's surging lust.

Fifth image: A large white bath towel is laid on a brown carpet; my mother lies supine with her long hair loose, eyes slightly closed, and lips tightly pressed together. Her voluptuous upper body is still naked, but her lower body is wrapped in a torn black sheer pantyhose. Not only that, the torn pantyhose has a round opening at the crotch; Haijian's penis uses this opening to explore the deep, moist peach-like opening. At the same time, his left hand is also caressing one of her breasts.

Sixth image: This is a close-up of my mother's private parts, and it's clearly taken after lovemaking. The thick, dark, slightly curly pubic hair between her thighs is slippery and muddy; the moist, dark red labia are a mess; and a thick, yellowish-white male essence oozes from the flower-like vaginal opening.

Seventh image: The close-up focuses on my mother's soft, tight, and wrinkled anus. In the photos, two of Haijian's fingers were joined together, like a warrior's weapon used to seize a flag and forcefully invade that narrow "private territory."

The eighth, ninth, and tenth photos—I held my breath, my body burning with desire, silently watching these lewd images. Logically, having seen my mother's numerous sexual encounters, including the sex video Xia had filmed years ago, these photos shouldn't have elicited such a strong reaction. But don't forget, the other protagonist in these photos is my childhood friend. Looking at these, and recalling the night I caught them in their affair, the intense psychological stimulation caused my penis to gradually "rise"—"Mom! What are you thinking?!" After a long while, I slowly regained my composure.

I closed Haijian's webpage, staring at my mother's grayed-out QQ avatar, signed "Dust and Stars," and muttered to myself.

(To be continued)

(Chapter Nine)

"Hehehe! Kid, we meet again." In the chaotic space, inexplicably in this place, the murderer who repeatedly appeared in my dreams was once again standing not far in front of me. He greeted me evilly with his deep voice.

I looked at his blurry figure with fear, my jaw clenched, and asked, word by word, "What do you want to say?" "Hehehe, don't be nervous." He reached out and touched his chin, his tone deep and leisurely. "You're still useful now. I won't hurt you until the very end." Hearing his words, I breathed a sigh of relief. While calming myself down, I asked again, "When is the end you mentioned? And can you tell me what you really want?"

"Kid, you're a little forgetful!" The deep voice came again, chilling and with a hint of ruthlessness. "I've already told you, don't you remember? Hmm!" "You'll understand when the time comes!" Instantly, the words he said when I spoke to him last time flashed into my mind. Then I thought of the nightmares associated with him, and the men and women he murdered.

I couldn't help but shudder, unable to utter a word.

The air seemed to freeze. I watched him slowly sit cross-legged on the ground, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped in front of his chest. Those eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, met my gaze coldly. I had never seen such emotionless eyes before, not with anyone else. Fear? No, I felt no fear at that moment.

Because his gaze seemed to tell me, "You don't even have the right to be afraid!" "I see many things in your eyes." I don't know how long it took before he finally spoke.

"Wh-what?" I was so terrified by the atmosphere that my scalp tingled, my heart pounded, and even my reply was somewhat hesitant.

"The Buddha said: 'Life has eight great sufferings: birth, old age, sickness, death, not getting what you want, separation from loved ones, encountering those you hate, and the five aggregates.' The Bible says there are seven sins in the world: gluttony, sloth, greed, pride, lust, envy, and wrath. What I see in your eyes are these." He closed his cold, piercing eyes and continued to sit cross-legged.

"Is...is that so?" I murmured, my voice so low it was almost inaudible.

But he seemed to hear me, his voice rising again, "Do you hate your mother?" This sudden question made me hesitate. How did he know my mother? Oh, right, although I couldn't make out his face clearly, I was certain he was someone I knew. Hmm, now I should test him—

thinking this, I adjusted my breathing, forcing myself to calm down. Then, carefully choosing his words, he said, "Why should I hate my mother? She carried me for ten months, endured the hardships of childbirth, and raised me for so many years. Besides—" "Does that justify her infidelity and her affair with her son's classmate?" Before he could finish, his retort exploded in my ears like a thunderbolt.

I gasped, blinking rapidly, my heart pounding. Really?

He knew about my mother's relationship with Haijian?

As if to confirm my suspicions, he quickly gave his answer: "Your mother's name is Shen Xiuqin, isn't it? Is she currently living a seemingly happy life with your stepfather, but secretly having an affair with your friend, Liu Haijian?" I was speechless. I couldn't believe this mysterious, murderous monster knew so much about my mother's current situation.

"Current situation, current situation—! That's it!" A thought suddenly popped into my head. Immediately, I shouted a name at him: "Xia! Tian! Hong!" He didn't react to my abrupt shout; even under my close observation, he didn't sway.

"Just as Wu Yan said, this person is truly calm." Feeling uneasy and a chill running down my spine, I hesitated. I had originally thought that he would at least react in some way upon hearing this name. But to my surprise, his complete lack of reaction was truly perplexing. How could I explain? How could I ask?

"You're really not Xia Tian Hong?" After a long while, I finally mustered my remaining courage and asked again, forcing myself to be brave.

"Kid, you ask too many questions! Xia Tianhong? Who's that? Another good friend of yours?" He was clearly impatient with my endless questions, his tone carrying a chilling aura. His cold eyes opened and closed again, flashing with an eerie light, as if reminding me: "Don't mess with this guy! He's killed people!" Once again frightened, I could only remain silent, trembling with fear. But deep down, a realization dawned on me. If he had remained silent earlier, I wouldn't have dared to make a judgment. But now, his behavior—

"Hehehe! I know what you're thinking. But I can tell you clearly, I'm not the person you imagine. If you want to ask again—" Just as I frowned in thought, slightly understanding, his voice rang out again. At the same time, he slowly rose and quickly disappeared into the chaotic space. Only that eerie, chilling voice echoed around: "xxxxxxxxx, this is my QQ number. Add me sometime! Hehehe—" Was it a dream? Another dream! Even the demon in my dream has a QQ number? The world is truly wondrous, where illusion and reality intertwine. How can we, mere mortals, distinguish between truth and falsehood?

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It's been half a month since the start of my sophomore year. The four of us in my dorm go to class, eat meals, and sleep as usual—everything's going smoothly. Aside from "Wasp" occasionally flirting with freshmen in the same major, and me studying English with Richard on weekends, I've hardly left the dorm in my free time. Since it's sophomore year, the school allows us to bring computers to the dorms according to regulations. So, on the first afternoon of the semester, "Wasp" and "Scholar" went to a computer mall in the city and each bought a custom-built computer.

As for Wuyan, "Wasp" had tried to persuade him to go with her before we went to buy a computer, saying things like buying three would save them a lot of money. But he was unmoved, directly and calmly rejecting "Wasp's" suggestion. As for me, I can finally openly put my laptop on my desk, saving me the trouble of sneaking around and climbing up and down to hide it every day like

I did in my freshman year. But lately, besides studying English, my morning training sessions with Wuyan have become even more rigorous than before. This was my own request to Wu Yan, for no other reason than that cold-blooded killer constantly tormented me in my dreams, testing my nerves. I never wanted to experience that same fear and helplessness I felt when facing him again. Next time? If he dared to appear again, I would definitely stop him and ask him all my questions, even if it was just in my dreams!

I didn't tell Wu Yan these thoughts. I just quietly left school with him day after day, practicing boxing diligently on the nearby Shuanglong Mountain. Facing the punching bag, facing the tree trunk, I punched, kicked, swung my elbows, and raised my knees again and again. My fists and elbows swelled, almost bleeding; my knees and legs ached and were numb; but even this couldn't force me to stop. It seemed that only this almost self-torturing practice could dispel the weakness and anxiety in my heart.

Wu Yan was a smart man; he noticed my abnormality. But he didn't ask anything, except for giving me a bottle of medicinal wine and explaining its usage in detail, and then continuing as before.

We could now say that we had a certain tacit understanding. We'd kept the murder a secret, not mentioning it to "Wasp" or "Scholar." But just a few days after the start of the semester, the story began circulating throughout campus through various channels. How could young, curious college students not be interested? Suddenly, theories of revenge, passion, robbery, and even chivalrous acts of justice filled the air. Discussions even took place on the campus BBS. It seemed like the story was spiraling out of control.

The whole school was buzzing with it, and our dorm was no exception. "Wasp," our dorm's gossipmonger, quickly spread the news and talked about it at length. Little did he and "Scholar" know that the two remaining roommates were the very people who had witnessed the murder that night.

Also, ever since that murderous devil gave me his QQ number, I've added it to my contacts. The QQ number is named "Liu Xiulong," and its level is low, with only one sun (a symbol representing a high rank). Besides that, there's no other information. Moreover, this QQ account hasn't been online since I added it. I tried leaving messages several times, but received no response, which was incredibly frustrating—"Damn it, I did something stupid again! Will he really give me his QQ number?" At this moment, already not really paying attention in class, the thought of possibly being tricked by him made me even more resentful of that mysterious, elusive murderous devil.

I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and calmed myself down. I turned my neck and looked around.

"Wasp" next to me was looking down, texting someone; Wu Yan next to him, although he looked upright and serious, I knew from his familiar eyes that he was definitely daydreaming. Of the four, only the "scholar" sitting on the far right was truly paying attention in class.

"Heh heh! What a fool!" I couldn't help but chuckle and mutter to myself, watching his extremely earnest expression.

After class, the four of us got up and left the auditorium, chatting idly as we walked towards our dormitories. Because the class covered Han dynasty prose, the "scholar," an expert in this field, became the most talkative of the four. And soon, this casual conversation turned into his personal "talk show."

"—Her form was graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon. Her beauty shone like autumn chrysanthemums, her elegance like spring pines. She seemed like light clouds veiling the moon, like swirling snow in a gentle breeze. From afar, she shone like the rising sun in the morning glow; up close, she was as radiant as a lotus emerging from clear water. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, neither too slender nor too plump. Her shoulders were like those of a sculpted figure, her waist as slender as a silken thread. Her neck was long and elegant,

her skin fair and radiant. She needed no adornment, no makeup. Her hair was piled high like clouds, her eyebrows long and delicate. Her lips were bright red, her teeth white and gleaming, her eyes bright and expressive, her dimples charming. Her beauty was exquisite, her demeanor serene and composed. Her gentle grace and captivating charm were evident in her every word. Her attire was unique and unparalleled, her features perfectly suited to the portrait—" This is how he recited Cao Zhi's timeless masterpiece, "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River," in a grand audience.

"Thinking back to how wonderful it must have been for Zhuo Wenjun to hear the zither! It was probably the most heart-pounding moment of connection between a man and a woman who were mutually attracted, a feeling that is truly priceless!" He began by recounting the "Shanglin Fu," a work by Sima Xiangru of the Western Han Dynasty, which was highly favored by Emperor Wu of Han. He gradually moved on to the first elopement story in history, a tale of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun. He spoke with passion and fervor, his framed glasses bobbing around his eyes, his dark face glowing with a rosy light. This natural and unrestrained manner left the three of us feeling somewhat helpless: why did he become so energetic when talking about these things?

Three listeners with somber expressions, and a dark-faced scholar laughing to himself. Moreover, one of the four not only had a delicate appearance but also long, straight, jet-black hair like a young girl. It's easy to imagine how many heads this strange combination would turn.

"That guy's hilarious!" "Wow! The one with long hair is so handsome! What year are you in?" "Hmph! What a show-off!" "Damn! That idiot's showing off again." "He Jun, going back to the dorm?" "Hu Feng, have you eaten? Come play cards with us!" "Oh my! Isn't that Gu Daxiucai? Hehe, reciting poetry in public, so elegant, so refined!" One by one, familiar or unfamiliar male and female students passed by us. Curiosity, surprise, disdain, sarcasm, greetings, and laughter filled the air. Various comments swept past the four of us, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, like a kaleidoscope, reflecting our lives and revealing the true nature of each of them.

Upon arriving at the dormitory, "Wasp," the most guileless of the four, immediately confronted "Scholar," who still wore a cheerful smile: "Hey! I'm telling you, can you change this habit? Every time you do this, it's fine when the three of us aren't around, but when we are, we're guaranteed to be treated like gorillas in a zoo. It's so awkward!" "How can a sparrow understand the ambitions of a swan! Why bother with those vulgar people!" Upon hearing this, "Scholar's" smile vanished instantly, replaced by a resolute retort.

"Yes, they're common people. But don't forget, we all eat the same food. Who's more refined than whom? Please, stop showing off in the street. Your happiness shouldn't be built on the suffering of others!" The quick-witted "Wasp" wasn't intimidated and retorted immediately.

"You, you, humph! You're not worth arguing with!" "I'm a nobody! You're just a pretentious pedant!" "What did I do to offend you?" "You offended everyone!" "I—" The two of them continued their bickering, neither willing to back down. Wu Yan and I exchanged glances, shook our heads, and smiled bitterly. After a year together, they were still the same. Whenever "Scholar" embarrassed the three of us, "Wasp" would jump in and argue with him. And "Scholar" wouldn't easily back down. In the end, neither could convince the other, so the result was: a truce, a rematch at a later date.

"Struggling to cross, struggling to cross, startling a flock of gulls and egrets." Watching the two of them, necks craned, faces flushed from arguing, I found it particularly amusing. I silently recited a line from Li Qingzhao's poem, then picked up my cigarette case and stood on the balcony.

A moment later, Wu Yan came to my side. Knowing he didn't smoke, I jokingly offered him my cigarette case, and he smiled and wagged his finger. Then he said, "That Englishman's English teaching is alright, isn't it?" "His Mandarin is better than mine, how bad could his mother tongue be?" As I replied, the fleeting, strange look in Richard's eyes flashed through my mind; my mother's alluring, charming image; and also those obscene, filthy photos, and the chubby Hai Jian who always smiled at me.

My mother's infidelity, the foreign teacher with his hidden lust, and my once close friend who was now having an affair with my mother behind my back. These various troubles have been weighing on my mind, causing me constant worry and distress. But these aren't what truly troubles and anxieties me. What truly worries and anxieties me is that murderer who can traverse the void, kill in reality, plot and scheme for evil.

There's nothing inherently wrong in the world; it's just that fools create their own troubles. But is there really nothing wrong in this world?

(Chapter Ten)

Annoyed as I am, and fearful as I am, I still can't forget the English studies my mother assigned me. And so, it's the weekend again. After finishing my combat training, I took a shower, ate breakfast, and then said goodbye to my three roommates, heading to the northeast of the city.

I don't know what my mother was thinking, but she arranged for me to study English in the villa she and Lü Guoqiang lived in. And Richard accepted it without any objection. This meticulous and serious British man, when teaching, is completely different when it comes to women. Every time he comes, he brings some exquisitely crafted handicrafts or highly practical objects. Such as cloisonné, bronze mirrors, sewing kits, folding fans, and so on.

My mother gradually grew accustomed to his friendly and polite manner. Every noon, after cooking a delicious meal, she would go upstairs and invite Richard and me down to eat in the guest room.

As for Lü Guoqiang, he was sometimes there on weekends and sometimes he was out. Even when he was there, he would never show any annoyance or pettiness when Richard openly flattered and praised my mother's cooking and beauty during the meal. He would always listen with a smile, and occasionally even echo Richard's praise.

At this time, my mother, her face flushed with praise, would have sparkling eyes and a radiant smile. The subtle charm and allure that she unintentionally revealed were truly dazzling and captivating.

This scene happened again before my eyes today, and even more so. Because Lü Guoqiang was not there. After lunch, when my mother was preparing to clear the dishes... Richard, sitting in his chair, stopped her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two high-quality printed tickets, placing them on the table. He then slowly said to my mother and me, "Madam, He Jun, would you do me the honor of attending a performance with me tonight?" Before my mother could respond, I grabbed the tickets. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were tickets to the Belmont Choir concert at the Dongzhou Municipal Grand Theatre that evening.

I held the tickets, crumpling them in my hand, but didn't answer, instead turning to look at my mother.

"Mr. Richard." Seeing me look at her, my mother, with her long hair flowing over her shoulders and dressed simply with no makeup, lowered her head slightly, her expression a little embarrassed. "Guoqiang doesn't know when he'll be back. He'll worry if no one's home when he gets back. How about, um, how about letting Xiaojun go with you? I'll pass." "Teacher, I'm so sorry. I have a date tonight." After my mother finished speaking, I quickly lied and refused as well.

"Oh, really? That's such a pity." A flash of disappointment crossed Richard's eyes, then he shrugged his shoulders in a pretentious manner. "Today will be one of the darkest days of my life. A beautiful, elegant, reserved, and noble lady and her son have refused an invitation from a gentleman. Sigh—" I turned away, not wanting to look at his pretentious act. But my mother was amused and covered her mouth with a soft laugh, her gentle laughter like a gentle breeze passing by my ear, pleasant and melodious; it even created an elusive ripple in my heart.

If I was like this, Richard was no saint either. He showered her with enthusiastic, flattering words: "Madam, your laughter is so beautiful! Like a lark singing on a treetop at dawn! Oh! Thank God! To allow me to encounter such a mature woman with such Eastern beauty in China—"

"Alright, alright, Mr. Richard," my mother, slightly embarrassed by the excessive praise, opened her full, red lips and said with a smile, "Please don't flatter me anymore. Every time you praise me, I feel so ashamed. In our country, there are countless women more beautiful than me. I really don't deserve such praise."

"No, you're wrong." He sat up straight, waved his hand, and then said earnestly, "That's the problem with you Easterners. You know, in Europe, praising others is very common. And good people and things should be praised. This shouldn't be stopped. But in the East, as far as I know, there's a saying, 'The tallest tree in the forest catches the most wind.'

So every Easterner wants to be low-key, reserved, and humble. Over time, individual thought and free will inevitably be restricted, and the best things in human nature are erased." "I have a different opinion, teacher." Somehow, I finally couldn't stand his incessant chatter anymore. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after he gestured for me to speak, I said, "We Easterners emphasize wholeness and comprehensiveness, which has been recognized throughout our thousands of years of history.

In the West, however, we value individuality. This is a product of your unique historical process, and you understand why without me elaborating. Furthermore, Eastern thinking often involves implicit understanding; yours is more intuitive." I paused, thought for a moment, and continued, "For example, we Easterners often use allusions or historical allusions in writing or in daily life. This subtlety requires you to understand it intuitively; it's like silence speaks louder than words. This is quite different from your Western intuitiveness. I think that different cultures nurture different people, and these cultural differences cannot be judged as superior or inferior. They are simply different manifestations of the educational atmosphere and social systems of the two cultures, each with its own merits and demerits. It doesn't explain anything fundamental."

"Clap clap clap," Richard clapped his hands together several times. Within his deep-set eyes, a glint of cunning gleamed in his emerald pupils. "That's very well said. He Jun, I didn't expect you to have such insightful understanding of the differences between Eastern and Western cultures. Although this isn't the first time I've heard such insights, it's truly the first time I've heard them from a young Chinese person like you." He then turned to my mother, his expression unusually gentle, and said, "I think you are very fortunate to have such a wise and outstanding child. Every mother should feel fortunate, don't you think?" "Wise? Outstanding? Are you talking about me?" Hearing this, I couldn't help but grimace, a bitter smile creeping across my face.

At the same time, I heard my mother's extremely sweet and gentle voice: "Thank you for praising my son! You're right, I'm not only happy, but also proud of him!" The bitterness in my mouth intensified, and while forcing a smile, I thought to myself, "Come on, Mom, the real reason you're happy is that you have a husband, a lover, and now you're admired by a foreigner. I, this half-grown burden, am really unworthy of being the source of your happiness—" More than ten minutes later, Richard and I returned to the guest room upstairs to continue the lesson.

He taught very seriously, but I seemed a little absent-minded. Soon, he noticed this. So he asked me, "What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing. I'm probably just a little tired and can't concentrate." I patted my drowsy head and replied. Lately, I don't know if it's because I've been training too hard in martial arts, or for some other reason. I often feel this kind of fatigue.

Hearing my reply, Richard smiled. The laughter was soft, as if it came from deep within his throat, and his deep blue eyes stared intently at me. "Come, go lie down on the bed. You're tired, child. What you need now is rest." His magnetic voice reached my ears, seemingly filled with magic. So, I got up from the chair, slowly walked to the bedside, lay down, and closed my eyes.

"Sleep, sleep. When you wake up, you'll be a lively young man again." As I drifted off to sleep, his murmur still echoed in my ears.

But the corners of my mouth were still slightly upturned—

"A dream? Am I dreaming again?" Feeling completely relaxed, like a ball of cotton, I stared in astonishment at the scene before me. Strange, even though I was asleep, I was now standing on the corner of the stairs connecting the upper and lower floors. And the scene unfolding in the living room downstairs made me want to shout. But strangely enough, no matter how wide I opened my mouth, the sound couldn't break through the air currents.

As for the scene downstairs, it was both familiar and strange to me. On a large, soft, brightly colored sofa, my mother, wearing a light blue round-neck long-sleeved shirt and gray cotton trousers, was being embraced by a British man with his legs crossed, looking quite content!

My mother, who looked very flustered, was extremely nervous about her situation. Richard's thigh was already pressed against her long, full, smooth, and fair legs covered by cotton trousers. A large hand that could easily hold a basketball held her delicate hand. My mother tried to gently pull away, but he held her even tighter. His other large hand reached down, gently playing with her thigh through her cotton trousers.

"Beautiful and noble lady, do you believe what I just told you?" A moment later, Richard, while speaking, removed the hand that was playing with my mother's thigh. But instead of pulling away, he wrapped his arms around her waist, slowly lifting them from under her armpits, invading her breasts. In an instant, he was kneading most of her breast.

My mother, her face flushed and her expression flustered, instinctively tried to dodge. But inadvertently, her body pressed even closer to his. Helpless, she could only hurriedly use her arms and body to tightly clamp Richard's large hand. With shy eyes and a hint of pleading, she whispered, "Mr. Richard—" "Call me Carl!" Richard suddenly spoke, correcting my mother's way of addressing him with a smile.

But he didn't let go.

"Carl, Mr. Carl." My mother tilted her head, her blush undiminished, even showing some fear. "I, I don't understand what you just said. He, he's really that kind of person?" "Yes, my lady." His answer was very simple. At the same time, the large hand kneading my mother's breast brazenly slipped inside her collar, wreaking havoc.

"Oh!" My mother groaned softly, unable to escape the wanton caresses of his hands. Her face flushed even more, and a fine layer of glistening sweat could be seen on her smooth forehead.

"Now you know." After a minute or two, Richard continued his caresses, his perfectly sized lips approaching my mother's neck. "If you don't believe me, think back. Is there anything unusual about him that you find suspicious? For example, is there anything in this villa that he forbids you from touching? And why does he always frequently travel to other places to participate in academic exchanges between universities, and why does he always bring Guan Li with him?" Upon hearing this, my mother's expression became confused.

She seemed to be deep in thought, even her slight resistance to Richard's lewd caresses gradually ceased. Soon, she lowered her head, her delicate hands covering her face. Her tone revealed an indescribable despair, "How... how could this be? I... I was wrong again?" Seeing her expression, Richard seemed to have anticipated this. His large, wicked hands, no longer content with the status quo, continued their groping, his fingers working hard, pulling down my mother's trousers inch by inch, then moving forward, finally entering the inside of her tightly closed thighs.

"Now you should believe me!" Richard's words drifted, his fingers still ravaging her. "I swear in the name of God, I did not intentionally harm your relationship. But at the same time, everything I just said is true." "Then... what should I do?" At this moment, my mother lowered her hands from her mouth. Under the assault beneath her, she lost all will to resist, her eyes vacant, her face pale, and even her head unintentionally pressed against Richard's shoulder. The unease and confusion in her words were extremely obvious.

"Please rest assured, Madam. As long as you do as I say, you and your child will be in no danger." Perhaps it was because of the weak, helpless, and pitiful look on my mother's face that Richard replied so quickly, but at the same time, there was a chilling feeling in his gaze as he stared at my mother.

After speaking, this Englishman reached out his large hand to harass my mother. He leaned to the side, then hooked my mother's chin with his other hand, gently lifting it, and again, in his magnetic voice, said leisurely, "Madam, relax. How can you cooperate with me like this?" Then, his mouth very slowly approached my mother's lips. In the blink of an eye, their lips touched. At the same time, his large hands climbed up, encircling my mother's back, gently caressing her.

As soon as they touched, my mother seemed to regain consciousness and struggled. How could a petite and weak woman escape this nearly 1.9-meter-tall, robust man? With her eyes tightly closed, she was gradually aroused by the Englishman's skillful kissing technique. The moment their lips parted, she breathed softly in his ear, her body going limp. Her graceful, voluptuous body swayed gently in his arms.

"My Eastern Venus. Let's begin our first collaboration here, a physical collaboration. Is that alright?" Richard smiled broadly at my mother's reaction.

My mother lowered her head shyly, not daring to face him. But her body had already quietly pressed against his chest. Seeing this, Richard's large hand touched her round, plump buttocks, kneading and rubbing them. After a moment, his hand moved up, slipping inside her clothes, feeling the two ripe, sweet breasts hanging high on her chest.

With practiced flirting skills and masterful tenderness, Richard quickly overwhelmed my mother, an experienced woman. She completely abandoned any remaining resistance, her light blue round-neck shirt and gray cotton trousers falling to the marble floor under his large hands. Guided by Richard

, my mother lay down on the sofa. He stood up, removed his coat and undershirt, then slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, revealing his already erect, large penis—a hallmark of Caucasians. Then, he leaned down and pinned my mother down. His large hands unhooked her dark green lace bra, while his lips pressed against her full breasts, licking and sucking them.

Although they were both naked, Richard didn't rush. He suppressed his desire, slowly savoring my mother's smooth, creamy skin and her slightly sweaty body.

Lost in her own reverie, my mother, unable to contain her desire, reached down and touched Richard's penis, which was already fully erect. Her already flushed face flushed even more with shyness. Her eyes were half-closed, and her slender, white hands trembled as she grasped the magnificent manhood, her fingers gently caressing it.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, staring intently at Richard, and said firmly, "I can give it to you, but you have to keep your word." Soon, Richard, already consumed by lust, revealed his true nature. He hurriedly raised one hand. "I swear to God, I will do what I say. If I don't, let me—"

A slender, white hand covered his mouth, silencing his words. "I...I believe you!" My mother finished speaking, then shyly wrapped her arms around Richard's waist, burying her head in his chest like an ostrich. With her other hand hooking the waistband of his dark green lace panties, she slowly pulled them down to his buttocks, thighs, and calves, gradually revealing one of his bound feet, about to remove it from his other foot. Richard, impatient, parted his mother's legs, one hand gripping his penis, and pressed it against her already slightly moist labia.

"Ugh!" my mother cried out softly, reaching out to support Richard's downward thrusts, saying in a embarrassed and anxious voice, "Wait, wait!" Richard looked at my mother beneath him in surprise, while she explained in a barely audible voice, "You, you didn't bring, didn't bring a condom." "My Venus, don't make things difficult for me, where would I get one?" Richard said, making a move to press down again, but my mother hurriedly pushed him away, pointing to the cabinet door next to the sofa, "There they are." Richard, extremely frustrated, with his penis still erect, opened the cabinet door and took out a box of condoms.

"It's so small, will it work?" "No, it's a large size!" My mother's tone was somewhat excited, making it impossible to know what she was thinking.

Seeing Richard frantically fiddling around, tearing two condoms in a row, my mother chuckled at his impatient appearance, blushing and shyly beckoning, "Give it to me, I'll do it." She took the condom, staring blankly at the large penis already in front of her, hesitating, "This, this is too big!" But despite her words, her slender hands still grasped the robust penis and slowly tried to put it on the glans, but after a long time, she couldn't even get the glans on.

"My Venus, stop, I can't wait any longer." Fine beads of sweat were now even more pronounced on my mother's pretty face. "Why is it like this? Maybe, maybe it's not slippery enough, wait a minute!" With that, she opened her full, red lips, spat on the glans, smeared it with her hand, and tried to put it on again, but failed once more.

Richard's patience finally ran out. He yanked my mother's slender hand away, pushed her down, and before she could react, his huge glans shoved into her honeyed orifice. "Ah!" My mother cried out in pain. "It hurts, be gentle!" "Phew, so tight, my Venus, I'm going to let you taste the wonderful flavor of a British man, you'll love it—"

Richard, on top, was powerful and his body moved rhythmically. My mother below groaned softly, with a hint of pain. Her long, wavy, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, her fair, full body glistening with sweat, radiating an alluring charm under the light.

A dozen minutes later, Richard withdrew his gleaming penis from her wet, throbbing vulva. He patted my mother's flushed face, gesturing for her to rise. As he instructed, my mother placed her hands on the edge of the sofa, kneeling where she had been lying. Her buttocks were raised high, awaiting his renewed penetration.

"Ah! What an ass! It belongs to me!" Richard exclaimed in English, stroking his penis with one hand, sliding it a few times over her rounded buttocks, then thrusting his hips forward, plunging once more into her intoxicating honeypot.

"Mmm—mmm—mmm—mmm," in a daze of passion, those soft, melodious moans returned. At this moment, my mother was simply a middle-aged woman pursuing the release of her burgeoning desires. She seemed to have forgotten the fact that she was a married woman. She eagerly accepted the demands of a foreign man.

After a hundred or so rounds, they both experienced each other's prowess. Richard was strong and energetic, his thrusts powerful and vigorous; while my mother, initially enduring, gradually adapted, her vagina opening wide, her vulva gaping open, and gushing lustful fluids flowing out from between them, dripping onto the ground.

A moment later, Richard, who had been gripping my mother's waist and thrusting relentlessly, gave up. The frequency of his hip swaying increased, and his rapid breathing became like that of an old bull.

"Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming! Baby!" Finally, stimulated by intense pleasure, the Englishman ejaculated inside my mother. Accompanying this was the trembling spasm of my mother's fair and voluptuous body, and the soft moans escaping from her lips— * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Is """""

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When I woke up and went downstairs, Richard had already driven away. My mother, however, insisted that I stay." According to her, "The school cafeteria food isn't very good. And with the infectious disease going around, it's not safe to eat at restaurants. Since I've come all this way, I might as well have dinner before going back to school!" Looking at her calm, slightly gentle expression, dressed the same as that morning, I couldn't help but feel suspicious, even though I had agreed to stay. What was that dream I had that afternoon? Richard really was with her—so many questions lingered in my mind, like a thick fog shrouding my heart.

Suppressing my confusion, I chatted with her for a few minutes. Then, she told me she was going to the supermarket to buy groceries for dinner, then quickly changed her shoes and left the villa.

Feeling bored, I turned on the large projection TV in the living room. As soon as I sat down on the sofa, my fingers touched a small, damp, slippery substance. I picked it up, looked at it, and then smelled it. A fishy, pungent smell wafted towards me—

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" " Guoqiang," I said. ) ", " Guoqiang, my mother, and I ate together around the table with Lü Guoqiang, who had just returned timidly.

Before I'd even taken a few bites, my mother hesitantly made her request to Lü Guoqiang. ")," I thought, "," I wondered, even pulling my chopsticks back from the food. I looked up at my mother, waiting for an explanation. "," Lü Guoqiang asked, his voice revealing undisguised concern, unlike my skepticism.

"It shouldn't be anything serious. My brother just called and said Mom tripped and fell this morning and broke her hand." My mother, her eyes slightly darting around, brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, pursed her lips, and continued, "I'll go back to take care of her for a couple of days, and I'll be back the day after tomorrow. You're busy with work, so don't go." "Okay then! Here's what you'll do: when you go tomorrow, take the ginseng that someone gave me last time to your aunt, so she can nourish herself." With that, Lü Guoqiang picked up his chopsticks and started eating again, while warmly inviting me along.

Seeing her demeanor and words, my heart stirred again. While shoveling rice into my mouth, I vaguely asked her, feigning indifference, "What about me? Should I go?" "You have classes too, go during the National Day holiday." She replied, while using a spoon to scoop a spoonful of glistening shrimp for me. Throughout this, her eyelids remained lowered, avoiding eye contact.

Though outwardly calm as I chewed on shrimp, a troubling mix of melancholy and resentment welled up within me. I knew perfectly well what was causing this—"Thump!" A discarded stone lying untouched by the roadside was kicked up by me, flying far away.

After dinner, I left the villa without lingering. The sky was gradually darkening, my mind a jumble of thoughts and mixed emotions. Instead of taking a car, I walked slowly and deliberately along the side of the road, into the fading darkness. Various vehicles whizzed past me, but I didn't even glance at them. Only small stones and empty bottles thrown on the roadside became my targets for venting.

"Heh, wise, excellent? I'm actually a complete coward!" Kicking away another empty bottle, I recalled Richard's praise at noon and couldn't help but feel a pang of self-pity. Yes, even if I'm smart and can see through others' lust for my mother, so what? Richard still openly fawns over her in front of me, even in front of Lü Guoqiang. And so what if he knows my mother is having an affair with Hai Jian? Would I dare to expose them?

There's something else that puzzles me even more. Why does Lü Guoqiang turn a blind eye to Richard's obvious ill intentions? He even seems to condone them? Would a normal man, without ulterior motives, simply endure such an embarrassing situation?

Besides, what exactly happened this afternoon? Why did I have such a strange reaction? My mother and Richard—"Loyalty is the bridge of friendship, deception is the traitor of friendship." Filled with questions and frustration, I walked along, muttering this Indian proverb I'd stumbled upon in a freshman class, feeling utterly lost. Then, numbly, I forced a smile, reached into my pocket, took out a cigarette, and—"! How did I get here?!" I walked with my head down for what felt like forever, finally stopping due to exhaustion.

But when I looked up, a place I never wanted to remember appeared before me—the scene of that murder!

An autumn night, a gentle breeze whistling through the dense foliage of the woods, and across my face, making my hair stand on end. The surroundings were as silent as before. I tensed, struggling to turn my stiff neck, looking around.

No one was there. Seeing this, I let out a long sigh of relief. Just as I was about to turn back and leave... Suddenly, a distant yet chilling voice came from behind me, penetrating the air and reaching my ears: "Kid, we meet again." My heart raced; my mouth gaped open; my hands clenched tightly; my legs trembled uncontrollably.

"It's him! The murderer!" Recognizing his voice, I was overwhelmed with boundless terror. All thoughts of capturing him, of getting to the bottom of things, vanished. I couldn't even muster the courage to turn and face him. At that moment, my only desire was to escape!

This thought drove me to abandon the fighting techniques I had learned from Wu Yan. I took a step forward, my legs still trembling, and fled frantically. But to my despair, after only a few steps, a gust of wind swept across the back of my head. A deafening roar filled my brain, and a wave of dizziness instantly consumed my will to survive. In this critical moment, having been struck, I mustered the last of my strength and lunged forward two more steps.

But reality was cruel. My will ultimately couldn't overcome the physical pain. Despite the excruciating pain in the back of my head, I staggered and fell forward, crashing into this desolate, quiet, overgrown place. The last thing I heard was the killer's unsettling, cold laughter.

"Finally, it's my turn. Am I going to die?" As the boundless darkness was about to engulf me, I murmured in a daze, on the verge of unconsciousness. (To be continued) 04-10
(Chapter Eleven)

"Ugh! Dead? Not dead? Where...where am I?" My eyes twitched slightly, then slowly, slowly, the piercing pain from my central nervous system finally brought my hazy, drifting consciousness back into my body. It reminded me: this was the real world, not a dream.

I opened my eyes, my throat bobbing, my breathing heavy. My vision was still blurry; I couldn't see anything clearly. My body felt like I was sitting in a chair; my hands and feet seemed to be bound by strips of cloth, preventing me from moving.

After a while, my vision gradually returned. Lifting my still dazed head, I looked around. It was very dark, as dark as ink. But not far in front of me, I could vaguely make out a fleeting figure. If my eyes hadn't adjusted, I wouldn't have been able to see it at all.

The figure was low, probably sitting in a chair like me. And even at this distance, in the quiet surroundings, I still couldn't hear his breathing. Was it because my breathing was too heavy? Or—"You're awake?" Just as a chill ran down my spine again, and fear gripped me, the figure finally spoke in a somber voice.

"Yes, it's you!" Although I had expected it, my voice still carried an undisguised panic. My body writhed uneasily, as if that would free me from his hold.

As I twisted, I tried to suppress my anxiety, occasionally glancing up to steal a glance. He showed no intention of getting up or coming to me. He simply sat there, silently. However, his figure seemed to become elusive—after struggling for a few minutes to no avail,

I slumped back in the chair, closed my eyes, and let my mind wander. The murder night more than two months ago, the recurring nightmares that followed, the woman strangled to death, the woman with drug addiction who was blackmailed and forced to cooperate with him—these events, these scenes that most people might never experience in their entire lives, were now rapidly flashing through my mind, one after another.

"I already told you, your life is safe now," he said, as if by telepathy, as my recollections reached their end.

"Then why did you knock me unconscious and drag me here?" Perhaps due to extreme fear and anger, my legs were still trembling, but my words carried a hint of ruthlessness.

"You wanted to run away," his answer was concise.

After a moment of silence, unable to suppress my questions, I straightened my bound upper body slightly, hesitated, and asked cautiously, "Look, I've been captured by you now, I can't escape. I don't want to escape, I just want to ask you what happened!" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Last time in the dream, asking an extra question enraged him. Wouldn't my current actions only make him more terrifying?

But the result was completely unexpected. He didn't get angry; instead, he coldly gave me the answer I wanted: "Fine, since I'm about to use you, I can answer some of your questions." His statement filled me with both surprise and fear. After much anxious deliberation, I stammered, "Who were that dead man and woman?"

"Heh heh!" He didn't answer my first question immediately. Instead, he laughed coldly for a moment before replying chillingly, "Those two? A pair of despicable scoundrels, a pair of thieves and prostitutes." "Why did you kill them?" I asked my second question.

"It's simple, they're blocking my path to wealth." After saying this, he paused for a moment, and just when I thought he wouldn't say anything more and was about to ask a third question, he spoke again: "Besides, you have a somewhat indirect connection to this!" "What!" Upon hearing this, I was greatly shocked and my mouth dropped open. How strange, I didn't know that couple at all. How did it become an indirect connection in his mouth?

Before I could react, his voice continued: "Me, and that damned bitch, we both found out some information. This information is very valuable, not just a few hundred thousand or tens of thousands. At the very least, it's worth millions. And not in RMB, but in pounds. After learning this life-changing information, the woman and I immediately started plotting to get our hands on that money. Everything was going smoothly until someone unexpectedly interfered, and to my further dismay, that damned bitch lured us in." "

Was it the dead man? And then you two couldn't split the loot, and you turned on each other. So you plotted to kill them both that night? You were nearby at the time?" Now that I roughly understood the reason for the couple's murder, I shared my deductions. Then, catching my breath, I continued, "But I still don't quite understand why I dream about you every time you kill someone or do something bad?

And what is my connection to this?" Faced with these two questions, he chose to answer the latter, and his reply shocked me beyond measure: "Because the valuable information I obtained is related to your mother's current husband, Lü Guoqiang!" I didn't know what to say or ask. Lü Guoqiang? What happened to him? What connection did the information have with him? Right, the incident with Richard and my mother that I dreamed about this afternoon also seemed to point to him. The doubts that hadn't dissipated in my heart grew even heavier now, like layers of dark clouds, impossible to dispel.

But he didn't care whether I was calm or not, and continued to unleash words that sounded like a bolt from the blue to my ears: "That day you called me something like Xia Tianhong. After I left, I looked it up, and wow, I was shocked! Your mother really has a legendary love life! Xia Tianhong, Chen Kai, Qian Mingyuan, Jiang Zihui. Oh, and Wu Zhongfa, the one your mother slept with when she was selling insurance; plus her first love, now her husband, Lü Guoqiang; and her secret lover, your good classmate and friend Liu Haijian.

Also, I bet that foreigner got his hands on her too, right? Tsk tsk, in just over three years, seven or eight men—" "Enough!" I trembled, bound to the chair. I couldn't listen anymore!

The shame and resentment that had been buried deep in my heart for so long were being casually uttered by a stranger and a vicious man. Even the most cowardly man would feel an urge to fight back.

I twisted my back with difficulty, pushing my feet firmly to move the chair attached to me, inching forward. I wanted to see what this ruthless, wolf-like, cunning fox-like man looked like. Even if I died, I would remember him!

Just as I was dragging the chair, breathing heavily, moving at a snail's pace, his figure in the darkness became even more indistinct. At the same time, his words instantly extinguished my raging anger, leaving behind a chilling coldness!

"If you don't want your mother to be sold to South Africa to become a sex slave, ridden and abused by thousands of black men, then you'd better stop!" As he said, I stopped. But my body trembled even more violently. "You, you can't do that!" "Do as I say, and your mother will be fine." His tone was unquestionable.

I hesitated for a moment before reluctantly but helplessly nodding. He said dejectedly, "I promise you, please don't hurt my mother." Seeing my submission, he nodded slightly in the darkness. He continued, "In that case, you have to do three things for me first. First, find a way to get the key to Lü Guoqiang's office—" "I, I, um, I have the key to his house." For some reason, I blurted out this little secret I had kept hidden for so long.

This was something I had never told anyone. Shortly after my mother married Lü Guoqiang, I secretly took the key to her villa when I went to her office. I had a copy made at a locksmith that same day, and then, without her noticing, I put the original key back before she left. Although I had it, I had never used it much, always keeping it in my locker in my bedroom.

"Heh heh," he chuckled, then said nonchalantly, "You have the key to his house, but I don't?" I was once again stunned by his extraordinary abilities, opened my mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Remember this: I need the key to his office; second, also a key, but this time it's the key to that foreigner Richard's house. You need to find out that too." I had no objection to this. I wanted to find out what had happened between him and my mother.

So I nodded, agreeing, regardless of whether he could see me in the dark.

"Third," he said, seemingly considering something. But after a moment, his somber, slightly mocking voice rang out again: "That's your forte—stalking and spying!" What does it feel like when someone's privacy is so openly exposed?

"Follow who?" I was too lazy to say anything more. He knew so much about me and my mother; obviously, resisting would be unwise.

"Who else could it be? Of course, it's your lustful, fickle mother!" He suddenly swayed in the darkness, which seemed very strange. But before I could recover, he spoke again: "Follow her! Just like you used to. Find out her whereabouts, take some photos or something. If you have audio and video recordings, that would be even better—" "But I only have a camera, no other equipment," I emphasized.

"After I leave, those things will be in front of you." "Kid." His cold, sharp gaze suddenly swept across my eyes. "Remember my words, you can decide which of these three things to do first. I won't rush you, but if you haven't made any progress when I find you next time—" "I won't go back on my word!" Fear gripped me, and I quickly promised.

"Hehehe! That's good. Close your eyes, I'm leaving." After receiving my assurance, he said slowly. I quickly closed my eyes, and just then, I heard his voice again: "Kid, watch out for your companion, he's no ordinary guy.

Also, if anything else comes up, I'll contact you on QQ." Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty-five seconds, forty seconds. Only after silently counting to one minute, and after all the noise around me subsided, did I cautiously open my eyes. I shook my previously bound arms, and the strange and bizarre thing happened again before my eyes. The strip-like object had already fallen off and was now lying quietly at my feet.

Then, I bent down and reached out to remove the bindings from my feet. Holding the two wads of cloth in my hands, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. I was grateful for surviving this ordeal, saddened by the facts he told me about my mother, terrified by his murderous motives, fearful of his vicious threats, and suspicious of his final warning.

In short, everything is becoming increasingly perplexing—

* ... All my thoughts were focused on the Volkswagen Polo my mother was driving, about a hundred meters to my side. The cunning of that murderer truly left me with a sense of awe and powerlessness. Last night, after he left, when I emerged from the place where he had imprisoned me, I found myself in an apartment building in a residential area not far from the school, only about two kilometers away. Wu Yan and I had searched the entire suburbs, but he had bypassed us and the police, hiding here. The darkest place is right under your nose. "Following, sigh! Another follow. But—" I muttered to myself, gripping the steering wheel tightly, driving at a distance behind my mother. I glanced at the things on the passenger seat. I must say, the tools he prepared for me were quite good. There were three key molds specifically for making duplicate keys, a Panasonic portable camera, three pen-style pinhole cameras, an ASUS laptop, several voice recorders, a USB drive, a replica American-style dagger, and oversized sunglasses, a fake beard, a set of clothes, a baseball cap, and a shoulder bag for disguise. After taking these items from his hiding place, I didn't go back to school but chose to spend the night in a blue-black used Volkswagen Santana. Of course, this car was also left to me by him as a means of transportation. Recalling the conversation between my mother and the murderer that night, I decided on the first thing to do. Although I was upset, I still checked all the equipment one by one, and after confirming how to use it, I pretended to sleep for several hours. When it was just getting light, I changed my clothes, disguised myself, sent a text message to "Scholar" asking him to call out my name during class, and then drove to the villa. I waited for her at an intersection that my mother always drove through, and followed her all the way here. The journey from Dongzhou across provinces to my hometown county took about five and a half hours. So, my mother and I each drove our cars, entering the county around 1:00 PM. I followed her at a leisurely pace, watching her drive slowly through the county streets, as if searching for something. About twenty minutes later, she stopped in front of a very ordinary hotel. She opened the door and got out. I parked my car a short distance away and watched her through the tinted window. Her hair was styled in a cloud-like bun, her eyebrows painted, and she wore a light blue chiffon suit. Her graceful and voluptuous figure was accentuated by the suit, making her appear as elegant and charming as ever. Her delicate, white feet wore shimmering silver mid-heeled shoes; her long legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings; and the platinum necklace visible on her chest shimmered brilliantly in the crisp autumn sunlight. Conversely, despite her mature and beautiful appearance, a sense of worry lingered on her face. A sense of melancholy, sorrow, wistfulness, and even panic were all evident in her expression, which I took in. "Mom, I'm sorry, please forgive me." Looking at her with deep pity, I waited until she entered the hotel. Twenty minutes later, I grabbed my bag containing a camera and other items, got out of the car, and casually walked towards the hotel. Reaching the entrance, I cautiously glanced at the front desk, and only stepped inside after confirming she was no longer there. The receptionist was a middle-aged man with a mature face and a relaxed demeanor. He didn't get up when he saw me, simply saying lazily, "Looking for a room? One hundred if there's a bathroom, fifty if not." "Sir, I have something to ask you." Taking off my sunglasses, I deliberately exaggerated my voice and approached the front desk with a smile. As I spoke, I handed her a cigarette I had bought that morning. As the saying goes, "You can't hit a smiling face." Seeing my friendly attitude, the middle-aged man accepted my cigarette. Then he asked, "What's up?" I stroked the fake mustache stuck to my chin, gave an awkward smile, and said in a low voice, "Could you tell me the room number of the woman who came in twenty minutes ago? Also, could you think of a way to get her to come out for a bit?" "How can that be!" The middle-aged man raised his voice, giving me a suspicious look. His face was full of wariness. "Hehe, to be frank," I leaned forward, my mouth almost touching his head as I whispered, "That woman who just came in is my mom. My dad suspects she's cheating on me, and he's heartbroken. I was so angry that I wanted to take pictures of things I'll use in the divorce proceedings later. Nothing else." "Come on!" He, who had been slightly leaning forward, plopped back down in his seat, his face full of disbelief. "Look at yourself! You're already in your thirties, yet you're pretending to be someone's son who's only in their thirties or forties. I've never seen anyone like you before!" "Damn, Cao Xueqin was right. 'When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood; when truth is taken for falsehood, even falsehood becomes truth.'" I stroked my fake beard, looking at my overly mature and weathered attire. I inwardly scoffed at the farcical drama unfolding before me. In this world, those who speak the truth are branded hypocrites, while those who lie are hailed as honest gentlemen.

"A man's four treasures: wine, women, wealth, and anger. I don't believe you won't give in!" After a brief sigh, my brain started working rapidly. And I quickly came up with the above countermeasure. So, I reached into my bag and leaned in again. "Hehe, sir, how many rooms do you have here? I'd like to book them all for today!" "Wow!" A hint of surprise appeared on the middle-aged man's face, but he still seemed a little incredulous. "I have more than seventy rooms in total. Booking them all for a day would cost at least eight thousand yuan—" *Thud* A thick wad of hundred-yuan bills was placed on the counter. "This is exactly ten thousand. Count it if you don't believe me." The middle-aged man grinned and stared at the hundred-yuan bills, looking incredulous. But soon, after accepting the ten thousand yuan, his words and actions began to develop in a direction that satisfied me. His legs became much more agile, and his expression and tone became obsequious to me. But I didn't show anything, and just chatted with him politely.

"Hehe, what do you do for a living?" Before we'd exchanged more than a few words, he subtly gestured as if taking a photo, then asked with a slightly lewd grin.

Knowing by now that this guy was the hotel owner, I winked at him, giving him a knowing look. Then I whispered in his ear, "Anyway, you just said there are only seven or eight rooms available right now. I've thought of this: you go to the meter box and pull the switch. Then, could you please go to that woman's room and ask her to come out and wait a bit?

The excuse? Just say you're checking the wiring. Once you've lured her out, I'll sneak in, set up the equipment, and let you know when I'm done. Then you can pull the switch back on. Is that okay?" "Sure!" A glint of shrewdness appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. Whether it was the thrill of the ten thousand yuan or something else, I don't know.

A few minutes later, the plan began methodically. After the middle-aged man pulled the switch, I followed him up to the third floor where my mother's room was. Along the way, some guests came out to talk to him. But after his and my persuasion, they all returned to their rooms to wait for the power to be restored.

When I arrived at my mother's door, I heard conversations inside. However, it wasn't a face-to-face meeting; she was on the phone with someone.

"Haven't you finished your interview yet? - In half an hour - Oh - I'm at the usual place - Power outage - I'll go ask the staff later - Hmm - What nonsense are you talking about? - Hmm - Hurry up - Okay - See you later." Not only did I hear it, but the middle-aged man also heard the conversations inside. Before the words inside had even finished, he leered and whispered vulgarly to me, "I've noticed this woman, she's fucking gorgeous! She's booked a room here several times already, and today she booked a short-stay room. Heh heh, every time it's a fat young guy who comes to see her.

And almost every time I clean their room, the sheets, towels, and bath towels are all fucking wet and smelly! Bro, imagine how intense it must be! Sigh! But it's a shame, how can such a beautiful woman have such bad taste? Of all people, why does she have to pick a fat guy! It's like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung—" I ignored

the filth coming from this guy who had been calling me brother for less than half an hour. As soon as the words inside finished, I patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to knock on the door, and quickly slipped into the emergency exit.

After knocking, my mother opened the door and immediately complained to the middle-aged man about the inexplicable power outage. The middle-aged man's behavior was truly worthy of my 10,000 yuan bribe. He was sincere, all smiles, and used every flattering word imaginable. Even my mother, who had initially been somewhat displeased, felt embarrassed.

Then, the man seized the opportunity to ask my mother to leave the room briefly so he could check the electrical wiring. Without much thought, my mother grabbed her purse and room key and left. The man invited her to sit at the front desk, which she accepted, and she gracefully descended the stairs. Once

her figure disappeared down the stairs, I had the man stand guard at the top while I quickly entered her room. The room was old-fashioned and not very large. It contained a double bed, two bedside tables, a clothes rack, a round table, two round chairs, a desk set, and a television.

After searching around, I finally found a gap where I could have hidden a pen-sized pinhole camera: the small compartment on the desk, where a quilt should have been, was empty. Moreover, the metal pull ring that originally served as the handle had fallen off, leaving only a small round hole.

Seeing this, I immediately began the assembly process. Within minutes, a concealed recording system appeared before my eyes. To prevent them from accidentally opening the small compartment and discovering it, I applied two layers of transparent tape in the middle.

Completed, I left the room and gestured to the middle-aged man to turn on the power. I then went downstairs through the emergency exit. Having finished all this, I felt incredibly exhausted. I was utterly confused about the outcome of my actions.

"Let fate decide!" I quietly slipped back into my Santana, lit a cigarette, and waited silently in the hazy light—two and a half hours later.

Having successfully retrieved the camera and said goodbye to the middle-aged man, I drove to a public parking lot on the outskirts of the city.

Then I got out of the car and walked into a nearby coffee shop. I booked a private room and sat down. After the waiter brought my tea, I politely excused myself and left. I took out the items I needed from my bag.

I connected the camera to my laptop with a data cable, plugged in my headphones, and started operating it. After a few seconds, a fairly clear image appeared on the computer screen. I glanced at the time bar; the video was one hour and twenty-five minutes long. Subtracting the first ten minutes or so of my mother waiting, the actual recorded steamy scene was probably only about an hour long.

The round hole where the camera was placed was almost level with the bed. Therefore, the entire side of the room near the bed was clearly visible. At the beginning of the video, my mother, who had re-entered the room, placed the two bottles of drinks she had bought downstairs, along with her handbag and room key, on the round table. Then she went into the bathroom, probably to wash up. When she came out, she already had her hairpin in her hand. Her wavy hair, radiating an alluring shine, was parted and draped diagonally over her shoulders.

"No wonder she didn't take that thing with her when she left. It was taken off at the beginning." I recalled the scene I saw through the car window as she drove away from the hotel, while continuing to stare intently at the screen.

I saw her turn on the TV and watch it absentmindedly, leaning against the headboard. Seeing this, I carefully dragged the time bar on the touch keyboard.

Soon, around thirteen minutes in, there was a knock on the door of the room on the screen. I also remembered how my childhood best friend, Liu Haijian, had hurriedly gotten out of a taxi and rushed into the hotel.

"Is this what you call taking care of Grandma?" I shook my head and rubbed my eyes. Then I sat up straight, watching intently. I saw my mother get up and go to open the door for Haijian. The door opened, of course, but they didn't immediately appear on the screen.

Only the sound of the door closing and voices echoed in my ears: "Coming! Come in first, don't let—um!" I turned the volume of my headphones up to the maximum so I could clearly hear the sounds of lips and tongues smacking inside. I understood; they were passionately kissing by the door.

For almost a minute, they were locked in a passionate kiss, their lips and tongues intertwined. It only stopped when Haijian's voice came through: "Auntie, it's been a month! I've missed you every day, I'm so bored!" "Mmm! Auntie missed you too!" As they spoke, the two of them appeared on screen one after the other. And their appearance at that moment made my mouth go dry.

I saw that Haijian had lifted my mother's skirt high, the hem wrapped around her waist. Sexy black lace panties were exposed, forming a stark contrast with her fair, round buttocks. What surprised me even more was that Haijian's fingers were now parting her panties, pulling them down, and then slipping into the crevice of her shapely buttocks, probing and groping inside.

And my mother? She simply stood there gracefully, her face flushed, her beautiful eyes slightly closed. Her hands tightly encircled Haijian's somewhat plump figure. Her delicate lips continued to entwine with his tongue, a passionate kiss filled with desire.

Driven by such passion, Haijian immediately lost control. After rolling onto the bed with my mother in his arms, he kissed her cheeks while frantically pulling down his pants.

"Go take a shower! Look at all the sweat on you," my mother suggested sweetly.

"No, I'm about to explode with hardness." Half-lying down, Haijian used his hands and feet to pull off his underwear and outer pants, his hands constantly stroking his short but thick penis. "Don't believe me? Look!" In the scene, Haijian blocked most of her body. Only her jade-like neck could be seen tilted back, and one of her slender arms stretched out. That delicate hand rubbed Haijian's exposed crotch.

Instantly, he jolted, not even bothering to remove his shirt, and pounced on my mother. Not only that, his hands expertly unbuttoned the front of her suit. A pair of full, firm breasts, adorned with black lace bras, sprang out.

"Mmm! Gently! You're such a child!" A soft, almost dreamlike murmur escaped my mother's lips. But her next words instantly ignited the burning desire within Haijian:

"Then hurry up!" Almost simultaneously, Haijian parted my mother's labia, thrusting forward with force, his penis penetrating to the hilt. She groaned, her long, slender legs, still clad in silver high heels and flesh-colored stockings, rising to wrap around Haijian's waist. Her alluring lace panties hung provocatively at her ankles.

Haijian pressed himself against my mother, his buttocks thrusting violently, his penis rapidly moving in and out of her vagina. The only sounds echoing in my headphones were the slapping of their buttocks against each other and the creaking of the double bed.

"Auntie, I love you! I love you! You're amazing!" Deep inside her, Haijian, in a state of blissful pleasure, didn't stop with his mouth and hands. He licked and kissed her full breasts while his hand caressed my mother's flesh-colored stockings, feeling the smooth texture emanating from her thighs.

"Mmm—mmm—harder—harder—mmm..." Because Haijian was pressing down on her, I couldn't see any expression on my mother's face. I could only hear her soft moans and groans.

"I'm coming! I'm going to come! Ah!" Four or five minutes later, without warning, Haijian suddenly increased the pace of his thrusts. A few seconds later, amidst his ecstatic cries, he pressed his penis firmly into her vagina, trembling involuntarily, and ejaculated.

"Why so fast today? Tired?" My mother, still wearing high heels, stockings, and trousers that ripped at her ankles, panted softly. A hint of displeasure lingered in her gentle voice, but the majority of it was deep concern.

"Hehe, I've been holding it in for too long! I couldn't control myself, I couldn't control myself." Haijian, having withdrawn from my mother, rolled over and lay on his side beside her, reaching out to embrace her half-exposed shoulder.

"Want to take a shower?" Half a minute later, having caught his breath, Haijian suggested to my mother.

Before I could hear what she said, I saw her get up and slowly remove her clothes from head to toe. A voluptuous body, radiating the infinite charm of a mature woman, was immediately revealed before my eyes. Not only me, but my friend Haijian, the other person in the video, was also staring blankly. "So beautiful! Auntie, I've seen you naked so many times, but I still haven't had enough. I wish I could look at you like this forever!"

"You're so cheeky! Go take a shower! You smell so sweaty! You almost suffocated me!" At this moment, she was only a few steps away from the camera, so I could clearly see her coquettish, slightly angry, and charming expression. This was a far cry from the gloomy and depressed woman she had been when she got off the car that afternoon.

Haijian, of course, obeyed the order without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, he took off his shirt and followed my mother into the bathroom. For a moment, they disappeared from the scene, leaving only their clothes, shoes, and socks standing quietly on the floor or beside the bed.

The sound of running water gradually reached my ears. A few minutes later, I heard Haijian say to my mother, "Hehe, Auntie, this won't get you clean. Let's use the old method. I haven't used your breasts in ages. Last time, Ajun was there, so it wasn't convenient. This time, you should satisfy me!" My mother didn't seem to say anything, but a sound of muscles slapping came from the bathroom. Haijian didn't speak either, but his憨厚 (honest and simple) laughter drifted out and into my ears.

For a long time, there was no loud noise from inside. But Haijian's obviously heavier breathing seemed to say something.

Seeing this, I dragged the timer back a bit. As soon as I finished, a clear sound of flesh colliding and the lewd sounds of two people panting and moaning rang out together with the sound of the still flowing water. The three blended together, contradictory yet harmonious.

"Ah—um—oh—harder—um—harder—oh," my mother's moans sounded both lewd and seductive. And Haijian's breathing, besides being heavy, seemed to carry a hint of extreme excitement.

I took a sip of the tea on the table, then lit a cigarette. While puffing away, I listened to the live-action erotic story playing out in my headphones. Perhaps because he'd already ejaculated once, Haijian was noticeably more vigorous this time. Not only did it last longer, but even the "thump-thump" sounds from his thrusts inside my mother were louder than the first time.

"Ah—you—you're going to—you're going to play with me there again—um—slower—gentler—um—okay—um" About fifteen minutes later, my mother's sweet, soft voice echoed in my ears again.

"There? Oh!" I chuckled self-deprecatingly, understanding the unspoken meaning. My fingers tapped rhythmically on the smooth tabletop.

"Hoo, uh, hoo, uh, I, I'm almost there! Almost there! Auntie!" Nearly twenty more minutes passed. The noise from the bathroom grew louder and louder. However, the main source of the noise wasn't my mother, but Haijian's almost frenzied thrusting and his increasingly loud cries.

My mother's moans had already become weak and feeble. Only the intense sounds of their thrusting proved that the intercourse inside was still continuing—

(Chapter Twelve)

The tea on the table still retained some warmth. I lay half-reclined on the soft sofa, chewing on the nuts that came with the tea. I was speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"That ten thousand, it was fucking worth it!" After a long while, I muttered a curse under my breath.

Something completely unexpected had happened right before my eyes. This freshly made passionate video, apart from the first twenty minutes and the last few minutes of Haijian and my mother talking after washing themselves in the bathroom, served only as audio recording.

"If I'd known this thing used so much electricity, I would have just put a voice recorder under the bed. Then the audio wouldn't have been so fragmented." I swallowed the nut in my mouth and took a sip of tea. After a moment's thought, I turned the video back on and started watching the last few minutes again.

Compared to the earlier recording of the tumultuous bathroom sex, these few minutes seemed rather gentle. My mother, with her long hair flowing, her chest draped in a shawl, wrapped in a bath towel, and her cheeks still flushed, swayed her voluptuous figure as she emerged from the bathroom. She came to the bed, lazily lay down on her side, and nestled against Haijian, who was already on the bed, embracing him tightly.

"Auntie, what's that hickey on your neck? I don't think I kissed you there just now?" Soon, Haijian, who was arching his back like a mountain beside my mother, caressing her with his hands and mouth, seemed to notice the unusual sight. She then asked a question, her words even carrying a hint of jealousy.

"Oh, this, this is what Qiang did." My mother, who had been lying flat on her back, letting Haijian grope and fondle her body, trembled slightly upon hearing this. Her explanation sounded somewhat forced.

But to me, Haijian didn't seem to notice anything amiss in her explanation. He was still muttering incoherently, biting open the towel draped over my mother's chest and licking her breasts.

"Alright, stop complaining. After all, we're husband and wife!" My mother, her breath quickening and her voice trembling from his kisses, quickly pushed him away. She then straightened up slightly, adjusted the necklace around her neck, and leaned her head against the headboard, staring blankly at Haijian who had stopped.

"What's wrong? I was just saying that, I didn't mean anything else. Don't be angry, Auntie!" Haijian, completely bewildered, immediately connected the dots. He immediately apologized.

"No, Auntie, I'm not angry with you." My mother lowered her head, sighed softly, and a few strands of her dark hair fell naturally over her forehead, obscuring her eyes and elegant face. But soon, she turned her gaze to him. "Can you help Auntie with something?" "What is it? Tell me, I'll definitely help if I can." Hai Jian, belatedly realizing what was happening, asked blankly.

My mother turned her head, her face directly facing the camera lens, her slightly furrowed brows and worried eyes clearly visible. "It's like this, I'm going back to the village to see my mother later. After all, that's the excuse I used to come see you this time. I have something here, could you keep it for me for a moment—" Suddenly, the screen flashed and disappeared. The crucial conversation was lost because the camera's power ran out and it stopped working.

"What could it be? Why did she have to come to the county town so mysteriously and give it to Hai Jian?" I rubbed my chin, constantly guessing my mother's intentions. There were too many questions like these, like fine threads spun by a spider, binding my thoughts tightly. On my own, I had no way of even starting, let alone uncovering the truth.

A sense of confusion and bewilderment lingered in my mind. Even so, I continued operating the computer: converting the video into an audio-visual file, copying it; after finishing, I saved it along with the dozen or so photos I had taken of them entering and leaving the hotel.

Completed, feeling utterly exhausted, I curled up on the sofa and closed my eyes. All I wanted to do was sleep. Because I was so tired—9 PM, in an unlicensed internet cafe in the county town.

After a nap in the coffee shop, my energy had recovered considerably. Of course, I was also grateful that the murderer hadn't disturbed my sleep. Having lived in the county town since childhood and knowing exactly where the unlicensed internet cafes were, I drove straight here without even eating, ready to contact them.

"Are you there? I've already done one of the three things you mentioned." Sitting in front of a computer in a shady internet cafe, I was logged into QQ and typed rapidly, quickly typing a line in the chat box.

Today was truly a day full of surprises. Since I got his QQ account, "Liu Xiulong," he hadn't chatted with me even once, but he actually replied: "Which thing?" "The third one." I didn't say much, just gave a concise answer.

After a while, I saw his second line in the chat box: "Well done. I'm very satisfied." "Thank you." On a whim, I typed those two words as a reply.

"Watching your mother cheat on you with a young man about your age must be unpleasant, right?" I didn't expect him to ask such a question, and hesitated, unwilling to answer. But my hands were still on the keyboard.

"I've already told you. I know most of what's going on with you, about your mother. You have absolutely no privacy in my eyes. So don't try to hide anything from me." The words he typed in the chat box were shrouded in a sinister and mysterious aura.

"I understand. But I still don't want to answer your question." Though afraid, I gritted my teeth and typed those words.

A few minutes later, filled with anxiety, fearing my answer would anger him, I was met with his seemingly incoherent question: "Want to know where your mother is right now?" My neck, stiff from sitting, rubbed the back of my neck with my right hand, while my left hand typed a question mark on the keyboard

to express my confusion.

Not long after, his reply sent another chill down my spine, and even my pupils involuntarily contracted. "You don't know where your mother is right now. But I know where you are!

Tell me, is there a middle school boy in a school uniform sitting to your right? A buzz cut, and are those the letters 'xxxxxxx' on the back of his uniform?" I had already observed my surroundings when I sat down to turn on the computer. He was absolutely right; the person sitting to my right playing online games was indeed the middle school student he described. And he was incredibly accurate about the seven letters on the back of the student's uniform!

Panicked, I abruptly stood up and scanned the internet cafe, trying to find some clue. But unfortunately, nothing seemed amiss. All the customers were focused on their computers; no one was sneaking around watching me. The manager at the counter, seeing me stand up, assumed something was wrong and came over.

I waved to him, indicating that I was alright. After he left, I sat back down and quickly typed, "Were you following me?" "It's not me following you, it's someone else doing it, and I just happen to know it." He quickly gave me his answer.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Do what you should do, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask. When the time is right, everything will be revealed." After replying with this ambiguous and meaningful message, his QQ avatar turned gray.

I slumped back in my seat, a sense of powerlessness and fear lingering and spreading within me. Should I believe him? Or not? It seemed there was no answer yet.

Ten minutes later, I checked out of the internet cafe and drove cautiously through the county town. The cool, clear autumn night was dotted with stars, like bright pearls embedded in the sky, twinkling brilliantly.

The earth, bathed in their light, appeared so elegant and serene.

But I, a cowardly, timid man who watched my mother's debauchery without intervening, even recording the scene for the villain, felt no interest in this beautiful night view. The killer's words had left me with a thorn in my side. This feeling made me uneasy, and I desperately wanted to find the person who had followed me and revealed my whereabouts. But after driving around for a long time, searching high and low, I still couldn't find any car deliberately tailing me. Perhaps that guy's tracking skills were superior to mine.

"Can I tell Wuyan about this?" I frowned, gripping the steering wheel. The moment the thought crossed my mind, the killer's words echoed in my head: "Be careful of your companions, he's no ordinary person." "I know he's extraordinary! But now, who can I trust?" This thought flashed through my mind, and I sighed. Then, I turned the steering wheel, and the car veered towards a bar I used to frequent when I was studying in the county town— * ... * """"" " Bodies rubbed and danced freely, everyone

present

involuntarily moving to the music * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The entire bar was immersed in this wild and noisy atmosphere.

I don't know when it started, but I've come to love this kind of scene and atmosphere. The people around me are frenzied and disoriented. And I sit quietly to the side, watching their unrestrained revelry. My thoughts drift and wander with this spectacle; my mood is even more serene than when I'm calm.

But tonight, I discovered someone who seemed to share my views. It was a woman. She entered the bar almost at the same time as me, and shortly after I sat down, she took her seat a short distance away. She stared at me coldly, her gaze lingering for a long time.

This woman was dressed simply, in flat casual shoes, her long, black hair tied back with a ribbon, casually draped over her chest. She wore no makeup, yet her features were delicate and pretty. Especially her long, slender, bewitching eyes gave me an absurd feeling of déjà vu when I gazed at her.

My eyes, filled with suspicion, lingered on her, meeting hers. Ten minutes later, she smiled at me, pointed to the bar's door, and gestured for me to go outside.

I nodded slightly and followed her out. Once outside, I couldn't contain my surprise and stammered, "You, you are, Wu Yan?!" "I'm the one who's been following you." She neither confirmed nor denied my absurd question.

Instead, she stated her purpose in a cool and aloof tone.

Hearing her words and seeing her expression, I dispelled my doubts. Wu Yan's voice, though somewhat arrogant, was mostly detached, possessing a gentle, comforting quality that inspired a sense of camaraderie.

But this woman, regardless of her gender, exuded a cold aura that was completely different from Wu Yan's usual demeanor.

Composing myself, I asked her, "Why were you following me? Who sent you? Was it him?" She smiled, a captivating smile that momentarily dazzled me. "Not bad acting, you're definitely cut out for that line of work." "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked, bewildered.

"I know everything about you. As for me, you might know a little, or you might know nothing." Her smile faded, and she continued with her incomprehensible words.

I scratched my itchy scalp. "I don't understand what you mean. I beg you to stop following me, no matter who sent you." "Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back." Her tone was cold and ambiguous.

She paused for a moment. Then she turned and slowly walked forward, gesturing to me as she went, "Come with me, I'll show you a good show." Faced with this invitation, which held both good and bad fortune, I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, clenched my fists, and followed her.

As I reached the alleyway, I heard clear sounds of punches and kicks, along with the agonizing cries of the victim.

"Hide here," she whispered to me as I was slightly startled by the noise, approaching the corner of the alley.

I did as she said, tiptoeing behind her and peering inside. About twenty meters from the alley entrance, three burly men in black suits and shoes, all around 1.8 meters tall, were ganging up on a man lying on the ground, writhing and groaning. Nearby, a man who appeared to be one of the three was pinning down a slightly short, stout man with a gold chain around his neck, rendering him immobile. Furthermore, this burly man was relentlessly slapping the stout man across the face with his right hand.

"Ouch! Ouch! Guys! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I won't do it again! I won't do it again!" The man who had been beaten to the ground and was rolling around was now completely terrified. He curled up, trying to dodge the punches and kicks of the big men while wailing and begging for mercy. The fat guy who had been forced to his knees and was suffering from slaps seemed much tougher. Taking advantage of a gap in the big men's hands when they were hitting him, he said viciously, "Damn it, if you've got the guts, kill me today! Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble! My uncle is the county party secretary here! You—"

"Slap!" Another slap landed heavily on his face, knocking back all the threats he was about to utter. Afterwards, the burly man who had hit him spat on the ground, then twisted his neck and muttered in a sinister tone, "County Party Secretary? So what if he's a county party secretary? He's a nobody, I've seen it all before.

Remember, we're a bunch of tough guys, we're not afraid of some greenhorn like you. If you've got the guts, come back and dig us out after we're gone!" "Da Dong! Ma Benliang! How come it's them?" In the bright moonlight and dim streetlights, and thanks to my good eyesight, I had already recognized the two men being beaten by the four burly men who looked like gangsters. And we had a deep connection. One of them was a spoiled brat who had blackmailed, molested, and abused my mother—Chen Kai, the son of the county party secretary, was his classmate and best friend; the other was a relative of Chen Kai.

These two guys who were being beaten not only knew about my mother being molested by Chen Kai, but one of them, Da Dong, had even witnessed the humiliating and heartbreaking scene of rape. So, seeing them being beaten at this moment, I felt an absolute sense of satisfaction and catharsis.

I turned around and glanced at the woman who was spying with me. She was still watching with great interest, showing no fear whatsoever that is typical of women.

"Is she really—" Just as I was thinking this, a threatening voice from one of the burly men drew my attention: "Kid, today our Brother Ran is giving you a little warning. If you go to Dongzhou to harass Miss Ji again, don't blame us for being ruthless next time. Understand?" "Understood! Understood! Brothers! I will definitely do as you say! I will definitely do as you say!" Da Dong, who was bleeding from his mouth and nose and covered in dirt, endured the pain, quickly got up, knelt on the ground, and bowed, indicating his obedience.

"And you! You fatso!" The threatening voice pointed at Ma Benliang, who was still being held down and unable to get up. "Don't talk back, kid! Our Ran-ge knows your background. You think you can take us on just because your uncle is the county party secretary? Don't even think about it! If you don't believe me, Ran-ge asked me to tell you: 'No matter how many people come to Dongzhou to cause trouble, we'll cut off that many arms and throw them back to your county! We'll fight them to the bitter end, black or white!'" Perhaps it was the menacing aura emanating from these men, or perhaps it was these words that shattered Ma Benliang's last shred of confidence. The guy immediately deflated like a tire with its valve removed, uttering no more words.

Seeing that both men had given in, the four burly men exchanged glances. They then walked in another direction of the alley, boarded a waiting van at the alley entrance, and sped away.

"What exactly is going on, huh?" Just as they left, and I wanted to turn back and ask the woman for clarification, I found she had vanished. Only a note remained where she had been standing, which read: "I was acting under orders and had no intention of harming you. xxxxxxxxxxx, my phone number. Contact me immediately if anything happens. Remember, remember!" At the end of the note was an English signature, "w." It seemed like her code name.

I pocketed it, quietly turned around, and left the scene. As I walked, I kept looking around suspiciously.

Everything today was so confusing; all those people and events seemed to be laid bare before me.

First, what exactly was that thing my mother gave Haijian? Second, who was this mysterious woman, codenamed "w," who appeared and disappeared so quickly, whose appearance, especially her eyes, was so similar to my classmate Zhao Wuyan? And what was the meaning behind this "w" making me watch this scene of an old enemy being beaten up?

"Da Dong, Ma Benliang, Ran Ge, Miss Ji; Da Dong, Ran Ge, Miss Ji; Da Dong, Miss Ji; Miss Ji!!!" Suddenly, it dawned on me. Yes! Didn't Da Dong used to flirt with Ji Xiaomei?

The Miss Ji that the burly man was talking about was most likely her. Otherwise, how could Da Dong have suffered such a misfortune?

"Ji Xiaomei, oh Ji Xiaomei! You truly amaze me!" I murmured to myself as I wandered through the night. A crescent moon shone on me as I walked further and further away. (To be continued) 04-10
(Chapter Thirteen)

"Wu Yan, do you have any sisters? And who exactly are you?!" Three days later, at dawn, after finishing my combat training, I finally couldn't suppress the many questions in my heart. Just as Zhao Wu Yan was about to leave the top of Shuanglong Mountain, I spoke solemnly and asked him these questions.

In my opinion, all these strange events were not unrelated. Zhao Wu Yan himself had admitted this to me. However, I had overlooked the most important point: if Zhao Wu Yan hadn't mentioned the murder that happened at the beginning of summer vacation, which we both witnessed, more than a month ago, perhaps I would have gradually forgotten about it and stopped thinking about it. In fact, I almost did. But because of Zhao Wu Yan, I inevitably remembered that incident again. What followed was a series of absurd events.

What I found even more incomprehensible was that Zhao Wuyan's so-called investigation was completely half-hearted. Until now, except for the days before school started, he seemed to have stopped his pursuit of the truth. He spent almost all his time at school, except for teaching me combat training in the mornings.

These past few days of deep thought have led me to this conclusion: although I don't know his true intentions, I feel like prey being led step by step into a trap woven by hunters. And Zhao Wuyan, perhaps, is one of those hunters!

"Oh? Why do you ask?" His narrow eyes, soft facial features, and calm, composed gaze showed no sign of the surprise one would expect after my lie was exposed.

"You know it yourself!" Seeing that my sudden question had no effect, I emphasized my point.

He smiled, then sat cross-legged on the yellowish grass, waving his hand to signal me to sit down as well.

"Actually, I've been waiting for you to ask me this." As I sat beside him, he looked up at the sky and said leisurely, "I'm a very simple person. Whoever treats me as a friend, I'll treat them as a friend; whoever treats me as a brother, I'll treat them as a brother; whoever treats me as an enemy, I'll treat them as an enemy. Tell me, in your heart, what do you consider me?" "A brother." I remained silent for a long time before finally uttering those two words.

"Alright." He turned his head, his gaze fixed on me with gentle warmth. "Since you consider me a brother, there should be no secrets between brothers. I hope you'll tell me what happened a few days ago. If you do, I can help you analyze it." "You figured it out?" Facing him, I felt truly ashamed and powerless. It seemed that nothing could escape his almost demonic eyes.

"It's not hard to tell." He pinched a lock of hair on his forehead. "You didn't come home all night, and then you texted 'Scholar' early the next morning. Since you came back, you've been looking gloomy and downcast the whole time. It's obvious something must have happened to you." "Sigh!" I sighed deeply, stared at him blankly for a moment, then smiled bitterly. "You truly live up to your nickname!" "Go on, don't miss class." He straightened up, ready to listen attentively.

Then, I told him everything that had happened a few days ago, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube. This even included things I hadn't wanted to reveal before, things I was ashamed to reveal about my mother. Gradually, I talked more and more, and my emotions began to run high.

The topic gradually shifted, and my mother's lewd past—things that had hurt, saddened, or angered me—all reached Wu Yan's ears one by one as I recounted them. I even didn't hide my own emotional journey over the past three years.

I couldn't understand what was wrong with me. From the initial determination to question Zhao Wuyan about his identity and origins, to now openly revealing my true feelings, only a short interval of about ten minutes had passed.

"Perhaps I really need someone to share some of my burdens!" I murmured to myself as I spoke .

Nearly an hour later, I finished speaking, looked up, and silently gazed at him.

"I didn't expect this," Zhao Wuyan said, a smile that would captivate anyone, regardless of gender. But in contrast, a hint of regret lingered in his eyes. "I didn't expect you to have gone through these past three years like this. I especially didn't expect your mother to be like that." "What can I do now? Our worlds are different," I said with a bitter smile, even though he dressed simply and kept a low profile at school. After more than a year, I had come to realize that this peer before me was no ordinary person like myself, easily blended into the crowd. I was confident in my ability to discern this.

"What a difference!" He looked up again, gazing at the clear blue sky, and said in a dreamlike tone, "People believe in dreams. Cao Cao, the Emperor Wu of Wei, once dreamed of three horses eating from the same trough. Because trough sounds like 'Cao,' he feared being eaten by the horses. Therefore, he avoided anyone whose name contained the character for 'horse,' even going so far as to take their life! Dreams are just dreams! Why should people be so immersed in them?" "But dreams arise from the heart, and circumstances are created by the heart—" Having said so many words that had been buried in my heart for so long, I felt relieved. Seeing that he had changed the subject, I suppressed my urge to press him and followed his lead

. For a moment, the two of us, barely twenty years old, no longer cared about being late, and chatted freely on the grass. An unprecedented sense of kinship gradually rippled in our hearts—"You really don't have any siblings?" On the way down the mountain, my curiosity was piqued again, and I asked him.

He shook his head slightly, neither confirming nor denying. Instead, he asked me, "What's your next step? Continue carrying out the killer's orders?" He emphasized the word "killer."

I nodded and said, "Things are strange and bizarre, but I've narrowed it down to a few areas. My mother, Ji Xiaomei, and Lü Guoqiang and that Englishman. Aside from Ji Xiaomei, the other three are people the killer told me to keep an eye on. I can put my mother on hold for now, but I'll definitely keep an eye on the Englishman and Lü Guoqiang." "What about Ji Xiaomei? Should I help you?" he continued.

"Alright!" I patted his shoulder. "I thought you had ulterior motives! Pushing me into this mess while you slack off. That's exactly what I was waiting for! It's a deal, don't blame me if you get beaten up by that Ran guy's men!" "Ran? Hmph!" A haughty smile appeared on his lips. "A clown, not worth mentioning!" "Should we give this thing a code name?" After he finished speaking, I asked with a smile.

"Code name?" He paused, thought for a long time, and then looked up again with a bright smile, saying, "Let's call it 'Operation Ghost Hunting'!" Hearing his statement, I smiled too. The laughter contained everything—***********************************************************************"2"5"

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"Lu Guoqiang, the people who want to cause you trouble have already made their move. What about you?" At this moment, I, already seated in the auction hall, glanced at Lu Guoqiang beside me, a sly smile playing on my lips. Beside him sat my mother, dressed in a pale yellow flannel dress, paired with a shimmering platinum necklace, black stockings, and matching knee-high boots, exuding a captivating blend of allure and elegance, maturity and poise. I also noticed that some men in the hall, outwardly respectable but secretly lustful, were constantly stealing glances at her.

But my mother didn't notice. Her expression remained the same as that day in the county town—sorrowful and self-pitying, melancholy and lost. She seemed indifferent to everything around her. Only occasionally would she exchange a few insincere, absent-minded words with me and Lü Guoqiang.

"Hi! My dear Lü! Oh! And the noble lady! Good evening!" "Teacher, Madam. I've arrived." Just as the auction was about to begin, two people I should have been very interested in arrived together. One was my foreign language tutor, the Englishman Richard; the other was Lü Guoqiang's female student, Guan Li, whom I had always wanted to meet but had only seen in oil paintings.

I must say, Guan Li in person was even more real and more beautiful than in the paintings. Her long, flowing, black hair accentuated the gentle, graceful, and delicate features of a woman from Jiangnan; her delicate oval face was fair and delicate, without any makeup, and her large, bright eyes, snow-white skin, slender figure, and appropriate attire all contributed to my admiration.

"No wonder my mom complained last time! This woman truly has the beauty of ice and jade, a face like a flower and the moon. With her always by Lü Guoqiang's side, even naked while he paints, hehe, no man could resist!" While admiring her, I also indulged in lewd fantasies.

After watching Lü Guoqiang gently nod to Guan Li and Richard, inviting them to sit down... I stood up and, feigning politeness, greeted Richard, "Good evening, Professor Richard." "Hello, my dearest student," he said with a faint smile, his words directed at me, but his blue-eyed eyes remained fixed on my mother.

My mother seemed slightly flustered at that moment, her fingers gripping the armrests of her seat tightly, her eyes darting around nervously.

Clearly, this was due to the arrival of the Englishman.

"The show's about to begin," I thought to myself, having already ascertained their relationship. The magical yet surreal scene that had occurred at the villa last time was not a dream, but reality. Otherwise, why would I have found the remains left after intercourse on the living room sofa? And why did my mother rush to the county town the next day to entrust something of unknown origin to Haijian for safekeeping? The intricacies of this—thinking of this, I, who had already planned ahead, immediately stood up.

I said to Richard, "Teacher, please take my seat. I want to go back to school early later." Then, without waiting for his reply or my mother's response, I left the seat that was originally next to my mother and sat down in a place further away from the four of them, but closer to the entrance.

Richard's eyes flashed when he saw this, and he nodded his thanks before sitting down. After he sat down, my mother's unease became even more apparent. She glanced at Lü Guoqiang, but seeing that he was talking to Guan Li and not paying attention to what was happening here, she turned her face away in a huff, lowered her head, and remained silent, letting Richard sit there.

The auction soon began. However, I didn't pay much attention to it; all my attention was focused on the four people sitting side by side. Of course, in order not to arouse their suspicion, especially my mother's, I pretended to be tired and lazy, leaning back in my seat as if resting with my eyes closed. Meanwhile, I was also holding a pre-prepared pen-style pinhole camera. Just over ten minutes later, I saw Richard, leaning against my mother, slightly sway his right shoulder, seemingly caressing something, but in reality, he was definitely kneading my mother. My mother's body trembled slightly with the rhythm of his shoulder movement.

To avoid alerting Lü Guoqiang on her other side, my mother would occasionally say something to him. Lü Guoqiang, on the other hand, seemed completely absorbed in the auction, utterly focused. He didn't even notice Guan Li's slightly intimate leaning against him.

I coldly observed everything unfolding before me, my heart filled with a whirlwind of sorrow and resentment. This absurd and laughable farce, if it happened to someone else, would have provided me with immense sensory pleasure and psychological stimulation. But fate had other plans; this farce was unfolding with my mother. It was truly a strange feeling in my heart!

"Continue, continue this absurd and ugly scene! Don't you know that the person hiding in the shadows is about to attack you? Mom, you really are a handful for your son!" I thought to myself, and then I saw Richard's next move. He had already reached out and secretly wrapped his arm around my mother's waist from behind. His half-turned face and lewd smile made my mother tremble, and she couldn't help but glance at Lü Guoqiang on the other side. After confirming that he hadn't noticed their unusual posture, she breathed a sigh of relief and gave up her futile struggle.

But this Englishman's hand didn't have any honest intentions; instead, it gently kneaded my mother's waist. Then it slowly slid down to her round, pert buttocks, and through her skirt, he began to enjoy the perfect touch of her buttocks.

I quietly glanced around. Everyone in the hall was busy with their own things; no one was observing other people's behavior like I was. Some people were genuinely bidding on their favorite paintings and calligraphy, constantly raising their bids; others were "shills" planted by the auctioneer, secretly inflating prices at the auctioneer's behest; still others were enjoying the lively atmosphere of the auction, their eyes shining with excitement; only a few, including Richard, were engaging in lewd and obscene acts, fondling the women beside them.

Before long, his hand had made my mother's back tense, her hand covering her lips, her trembling gradually increasing. But she dared not move closer to Lü Guoqiang, so she could only desperately clamp one shoulder around the wicked hand. Her flushed face was half-turned, her misty, alluring eyes blinking, signaling Richard to stop this behavior that was driving her to the brink of collapse.

How could Richard let her go? He whispered something in my mother's ear, then stood up and walked towards the entrance. Seeing him approach, I quickly hid the camera and closed my eyes, waiting to open them again after he passed. My mother was still sitting upright in her seat. However, she had noticed Guan Li's intimate embrace with Lü Guoqiang on the other side. She paused, seemingly about to say something, but perhaps remembering something else, she turned away in silence.

Five minutes later, my mother seemed to have figured something out. She suddenly stood up, without even saying goodbye to Lü Guoqiang, grabbed her handbag, and hurried towards the exit.

I was slightly taken aback by her actions, so I quickly got up and went to her, asking, "Mom, where are you going?" "Oh, nothing, I'm going to the restroom." Her eyes were slightly red, and she seemed about to cry. Seeing my question, she quickly wiped her eyes and answered.

Seeing her attempt to cover it up, I, who already knew what was going on, could no longer suppress the pent-up anger in my chest. I turned and tried to rush towards Lü Guoqiang. Caught off guard, my mother couldn't stop me. Forgetting that we were in a public place, she rushed over and shouted, "Xiaojun! Don't!" But it was too late. I darted in front of Lü Guoqiang and, while he was still in shock, used the fighting techniques I had learned from Wuyan for nearly five months. A thunderous uppercut struck his jaw.

"Bang!" "Ugh!" The two muffled thuds drew everyone's attention to me.

"Ah! Someone's been hit! Someone's been murdered!" Someone shouted wildly, causing chaos all around. Guan Li, who was at the heart of the incident, remained relatively calm, except for being a little pale. She shook the unconscious Lü Guoqiang, who was lying on top of her, and called out to him repeatedly. At that moment, I was also tightly hugged by my panicked mother.

"You child, how could you do this! What are we going to do now!" My mother's slightly hoarse voice revealed her boundless love for me.

Holding me tightly, unable to break free, I sighed. Just as I was about to speak to her, I saw Richard walk in again from the entrance. Seeing this scene, I immediately gaped and blurted out, "?" "That bastard!" Seeing his surprised expression, my previously calm mind surged with anger again. I gradually tightened my arms, simultaneously flipping my palms upwards to grab my mother's hands, which were clasped across my chest. I pinched the base of her thumb and forefinger and pressed down hard. Instantly, I heard her cry out in surprise, "Ouch!" and her hands immediately released their grip.

"Oh, my dearest student! Are you possessed by a demon?" Richard looked at my furious approaching appearance without any panic. Apart from slightly turning to the side and putting his hands in his pockets, he did nothing else. There was even a mocking expression on his face.

"Enough!" "Slap!" Just as I was about to reach the Englishman, a sharp shout suddenly rang in my ears. At the same time, I received a crisp slap on my left cheek. Utterly shocked, I clutched the spot where I'd been slapped, staring blankly at my mother, who stood before me with outstretched arms, her chest heaving, her face contorted with grief, tears welling in her eyes.

"Mom! You—" Just as I was about to confront her in a fit of rage, she shook her head, her face pale, and said, "Child, you should leave now! Go back to our hometown and lay low for a few days. I'll handle things here." "My noble lady and dear student, don't be afraid. Leaving won't solve anything. Come to me and we'll talk, okay?" Unbeknownst to me, Richard had quietly moved between us. He spread his arms, grabbing both of us.

His piercing blue eyes were filled with cunning and lewdness.

"Fuck you—" I'd barely uttered the curse, and raised my arm to push him away from us, when a cold, sharp pain shot through my neck. The next second, my mind began to blur, and the crowd around me became indistinct and scattered.

"I've been drugged!" I blinked, on the verge of fainting, and glanced one last time at my mother. She was already lying unconscious in Richard's arms. Clearly, she had been drugged too.

"I'm very sorry, everyone, this crazy young man is my student. He has a mild case of mania, and I'm taking him away now. I won't disturb you any longer, goodbye!" In the last moments before I lost consciousness, those were his words that echoed in my ears.

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Twice in a few days, I'd been abducted and bound. Who could be in a good mood under such circumstances? Especially since the scene before me was so utterly depraved.

About four or five meters in front of me on the large Simmons bed, my mother's flushed face glistened with tears, her hair flowing, her body utterly devoid of dignity, half-lying there, her round, pert buttocks protruding, moving back and forth with all her might. Her two full, round breasts were being vigorously squeezed by a pair of large hands. At this moment, the uncontrollable moans emanating from her mouth rose higher and higher, each one more seductive than the last. The entire room echoed with these sounds.

"Oh yeah! Oh! Oh! Hehe, my dearest student, how about it? Seeing your mother submit to me, moaning so happily. That wonderful feeling must be quite nice!" Richard, who was thrusting violently behind my mother, saw that I was awake and asked with a lewd grin.

I trembled all over, and the chair creaked as it scraped against the floor. At the same time, my lips were still moving from side to side, trying to remove the tape.

"Hehe, look at you, this seemingly elegant but insatiable lustful mother!" As I was still struggling to remove the tape from my mouth, Richard suddenly stopped thrusting, pulled out his thick penis, which was dripping with my mother's juices. With one hand, he pulled her down to his feet, bringing his penis to my mother's lips as she knelt before him, and commanded, "Come on, suck my dick! Hurry up! Now!" At this moment, I finally saw my mother's face clearly.

Her face was flushed, and her voluptuous, alluring body was also a deep crimson; her dark purple nipples stood erect, and fine, glistening beads of sweat covered her entire body, shimmering in the light, making her appear exceptionally alluring; her genitals were leaking streams of white semen as the penis temporarily withdrew. Moreover, the glazed, alluring light in her eyes was fixed on that enormous male penis. Aside from holding its base, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to suck and lick the mushroom-shaped glans, she didn't even glance at me, who was standing not far in front of her. This clearly revealed that she was in a very abnormal state.

"Woo!" Richard, besides being repeatedly amused by my mother's superb oral sex skills, bent down and reached out his large hands to pinch and squeeze her full, firm, and elastic breasts.

My mother, her lust at its peak, didn't care about his roughness at all. Instead, she opened her bright red lips even wider, plunging his penis deep into her throat. Her tongue danced lightly, her lips and teeth roaming, her head buried desperately in Richard's crotch, moving back and forth between his penis and testicles, teasing and welcoming him. Her seductive, unrestrained moans and gasps filled

the air. I lowered my head, no longer able to watch. But my teeth, beyond my control, were being bitten so hard they clicked, while I silently muttered something to myself.

Soon, Richard's lewd and arrogant voice rang in my ears again: "My dear student. You don't need to be so dejected, because your mother was given a very effective aphrodisiac by me before we made love, the kind I often use on you Chinese women. And she agreed to it. The purpose is to gain my forgiveness, hoping that I can forgive your unreasonable behavior towards me at the auction." As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed my mother and pushed her against the wardrobe. Then, he lifted my mother's right thigh with one hand and wrapped the other tightly around her waist; with a twist of his strong abdomen and a thrust of his buttocks, he plunged his penis into her already wet and messy vagina and began to thrust again.

"Ah—ah—so good—keep going—fuck me—fuck me!" My mother moaned almost frantically under his thrusts, and her long, beautiful legs, which had been standing on the floor, involuntarily jumped up and finally wrapped around his waist. Seeing her so alluring, Richard pressed forward, wrapped his arms around her, and pounded into her against the wardrobe. He even kissed her passionately.

"Thump, thump, thump!" The wardrobe shook violently from their combined thrusts. After the passionate kiss, Richard continued to fuck her; my mother, her long hair flying, her breasts swaying, and her hips shaking, continued to moan wantonly, her voice high-pitched, melodious, and drawn-out, truly arousing.

"Oh yeah! Sex is God's greatest invention! Look! How well I'm fucking your mother. She doesn't even know her own son is here! Oh! Chinese women are so good! You know what? My student, before you woke up, I had already ejaculated three times inside your mother! Her asshole, her cunt! I have left these men! Do you understand? Do you understand what I'm saying?" At this moment, he was clearly about to reach another climax.

While babbling incoherently, his face contorted with excitement, he thrust heavily onto my mother, his hands grasping and kneading her full breasts wantonly, pushing his penis as deep as possible into her vagina with each thrust. My mother, infected by his almost savage thrusting, cried out wantonly, indulging in unrestrained pleasure.

In less than two minutes, with Richard's rapid thrusting, my mother's moans suddenly became even louder than before. Her vulva twitched in waves, writhing like a water pump. And in his final thrust, he held my mother's delicate body tightly, trembling, and shouted as he ejaculated.

"Old man, seeing is believing! Sigh!" Just as he finished ejaculating, a sudden sound came from beside me, instantly freezing Richard's naked body, who was still feeling the afterglow of his orgasm.

"Why the hell didn't you hurry up? You made my mom get all that money from that Englishman!" I said, my limbs flailing as I freed myself from the ropes.

"I couldn't help it. This guy's very alert. He drove you around in circles. I almost lost him. Now that we're finally in, I still need to count the number of security cameras in this neighborhood and find a blind spot. That takes time." The person in the shadows revealed himself as he spoke. Yes, it was Zhao Wuyan. Everything that happened tonight was meticulously planned and executed by the two of us!

"Don't move! Teacher Richard." Zhao Wuyan, his long hair tied back, wearing a dark blue urban combat uniform and black high-top leather boots, aimed a jet-black American-made Colt Python revolver at Richard with cold eyes and a solemn expression. "Knock your mom out and bring her over." I heard this and slowly walked over. When I got there, I glanced at my mom, who was still lying on the floor, writhing and moaning. Then I bent down and struck her on the side of her neck, knocking her unconscious. I then carried her to the living room, placed her on the sofa, and covered her with a blanket.

After doing this, I went back inside. I looked at Richard, still naked and motionless, his eyes filled with suspicion. A moment later, I took the dagger Wu Yan casually tossed to me and laughed, a chilling laugh. "My dearest teacher, tell me, what should I do with you?" (To be continued)

(Chapter Fourteen)

Foreword: Um, this, this is really sorry. After finishing writing, I realized there's no sex scene again. Sigh! **********

... Now, after his initial panic subsided, the British man took what he probably thought was the right move: he slightly shrugged his shoulders, raised his hands to either side of his head, palms facing outwards, to show he had no ill intentions. Furthermore, facing my gloomy and cold interrogation, he calmly said, "I don't understand what you mean, He Jun. And this gentleman with the gun. I think you two should be well aware of whether doing this will bring you a lot of trouble." Perhaps because Wu Yan was usually so low-key, Richard still didn't know that the man with the gun was a university student like me. After saying this, he even exaggeratedly shook his naked genitals. His large, still slightly erect penis swayed like a large banana hanging in a fruit stand. Combined with his indifferent and disdainful expression, I immediately felt a strong urge to kill him. "He's trying to provoke you, don't fall for it." Just as I was about to step forward and attack him, Wu Yan reached out his left hand and pulled me back, warning me at the same time. I stopped in my tracks, glaring fiercely at Richard. "I guarantee you'll die a horrible death!" Hearing my threat, he didn't even glance at me. Instead, he focused his gaze on Wu Yan. "Alright, let's cut to the chase. Let's be frank, what do you want from me?" "I suppose you're not from a British military background, are you? Carl, no, I should address you as Mr. Scott Moorman Richard!" Wu Yan, holding his gun and aiming it at Richard, smiled as he uttered words that immediately made Richard's face change drastically. "You, who are you?! How do you know my name?" The British man's voice was filled with terror. It was obvious that Wu Yan's words had struck a nerve. "It's simple." Wu Yan curled his lip, then continued, "When you British soldiers are captured, you say nothing but your name and rank. You don't react at all to threats or torture; you just keep repeating your name and rank like chanting a mantra, completely unresponsive to any torture. But what did you do just now? You tried to provoke my comrade with our ancient Eastern tactic of provocation, then subdue him when he came forward, using his life to force me to lay down my weapon. Right? Besides, I don't think I'm the only one in this city who knows your real name, do I?" After hearing Wu Yan's words, Richard's face grew even paler. I could clearly see his bare white flesh trembling involuntarily. "Shit! This damn yellow hybrid. He must have betrayed me!" After a long while, Wu Yan and I finally heard the curse coming from his mouth. Knowing what he meant, I immediately retorted, "You're about to die and you're still being stubborn! You dare call us Chinese bastards! Believe me or not, I'll skin you alive!" "Stop talking, old ghost." Wu Yan's expression also turned serious, and his words were firm and resolute: "I don't want to tell you who betrayed you. I just want to know what you have that Lu Guoqiang is worried about. Also, what method did you use to make my companion's mother willingly submit to your rape? Of course, you can choose to remain silent. But—" At this point, Wu Yan took out two small syringes from his multi-functional tactical vest and showed them to Richard. He continued coldly, "This is what I found in the living room when I sneaked in earlier, in the pants you took off and left there. I think my companion and his mother were knocked unconscious by this, right? The drug inside is high-purity sodium thiopental? I guess so. Do you want me to use this to knock you out too, and then take you to a secluded place so we can talk properly? Don't worry, I have many ways to make sure you don't die quickly, nor will I make you feel how wonderful it is to be alive. If we were to use an ancient Chinese saying, it would be 'unable to live, unable to die!'" Upon hearing this, Richard's originally tall body couldn't help but shrink back, his back pressed tightly against the wardrobe. His voice trembled as he said, "You can't treat me like this! I'm a British citizen, and I enjoy diplomatic immunity here! Your trespassing on my territory is a crime!" "No! No! No!" Wu Yan shook his left index finger. "I think you must not have read international law. First of all, you are not a British diplomat and have no right to enjoy this international provision; secondly, and most importantly, you definitely don't want to attract the attention of the Chinese police or even the intelligence and security departments because of this. Moreover, your employer would not want the money spent on you to be wasted because of your exposure. If that happens, I'm afraid your fiancée Betty in Liverpool and your one-year-old son Chambers will have a hard time—" Wu Yan didn't finish his sentence. He simply changed his expression and stared at Richard, who was almost slumped on the floor, with a half-smile. It wasn't hard to see how true these words were. But I wasn't surprised at all, because I already knew these words when we had a heart-to-heart talk on the top of Shuanglong Mountain that morning. Richard's current behavior further proves that what he said to me was basically correct. "Alright, Mr. Richard. Cooperation or not, yes or no? Choose one!" After a moment, Wu Yan continued to stare at him with a smile, waiting for a reply.

The clock on the wall ticked away. Because the doors and windows were closed, the air inside was somewhat stuffy. Just as I was about to lose my temper and threaten Richard again, who was half-leaning against the wardrobe, looking dejected, he finally raised his head and weakly uttered, "Yes." Seeing his agreement, Wu Yan nodded.

Then, glancing at the military watch on his wrist that emitted a green glow, he said, "Let's get straight to the point. First, why is Lü Guoqiang so wary of you? What is your relationship with him? What is your purpose in coming to China?" "He—" Richard's throat bobbed, as if he were struggling to swallow phlegm before slowly saying,

"He works with my employer. No, to be precise, Lü, like me, is also an employee of my employer.

It's just that he's been working for my employer for a long time longer than I have." He looked up at the window as he finished speaking. His eyes were filled with undisguised nostalgia, but his mouth didn't stop: "A few years ago, I was a poor kid who owed the casino over 100,000 pounds, had no house, no woman, and no future. Just when I was about to be driven mad by this hopeless life, my employer sent someone to find me. The guy claimed that my debts had been paid off by my employer, but I needed to start working for him from now on.

So, I was first taken to a manor to learn basic self-defense skills and espionage knowledge. Three months later, when I came out of there, my employer, through some means, made me a graduate of Durham University—" "Fuck! Get to the point! Stop rambling! We're not here to hear your memoirs!" Annoyed by his rambling, I interrupted him with a low growl.

Wu Yan patted my shoulder, signaling me to calm down. Then he looked at him again, urging him to continue.

Seeing this, he took a breath and continued, "Later, my employer arranged for me to come to China as an international student. I studied Chinese for two years at a university in your capital. From then on, my employer gradually revealed what I was supposed to do through international emails sent by others." "You came to Dongzhou, entered Donghai University. Your intention was to get close to and befriend Lü Guoqiang, to monitor him for your employer, to prevent him from embezzling your employer's money?" As he spoke, Wu Yan's eyes gleamed with intelligence.

Richard nodded, paused, and continued, "It took me more than two years to become friends with Lü. On the surface, he was indeed friendly and sincere. But that was all a facade. His true face was a dirty, greedy, despicable, and shameless scoundrel!" "Hmph! Dogs fighting." I held a contemptuous attitude towards Richard's assessment of Lü Guoqiang.

"I have evidence for this, He Jun, and this gentleman. If you don't believe me, you can open my computer. The password is xxxxxxxx, it's in a hidden encrypted file on drive F. That's what you want to know." Richard, leaning against the wardrobe, didn't refute me, but simply lowered his head and softly suggested.

I immediately went to his computer, turned it on, entered the password, and was about to open the hidden file when his voice came again: "Can I make a phone call to my fiancée? Just a few words." "Wait a bit, okay? If what's in the file is what we want, you'll be reunited with them soon." Wu Yan coldly refused him. "

'Qingming,' it seems Lü Guoqiang is doomed this time!" Holding the mouse, I clicked on the file to read it, feeling a strange excitement. There were many things inside, roughly divided into photos, videos, and audio recordings. The photos and videos were all taken at the same location. There were photos of Lü Guoqiang and some municipal leaders I usually only saw on television. But this is only a small part. The majority of the footage shows him and those officials who are usually so serious and imposing in public engaging in debauchery and orgies with many young, beautiful, and alluring women!

"These were all filmed in the presidential suite of the Lianshan Hotel. The room has been rented by Lü for years for this purpose." As the videos played, Richard continued, "The video surveillance system was installed by professionals recruited from Hong Kong by the employer a year ago. I provided them with cover.

The recordings can be directly connected to and entered into my computer. Later I learned that these orgies had been going on for a long time. There was a so-called municipal discipline inspection secretary, two deputy mayors, a municipal police chief, and the heads of his three subordinate county bureaus, as well as other officials from various levels in Dongzhou; a total of fifteen people participated. I also have the list; it's in that named text file." Following his instructions, I opened the text file, glanced at the long list of names and official titles, and felt quite distressed. But I quickly calmed down and gave Wu Yan a meaningful look.

Wu Yan, understanding, then turned to Richard and asked, "You haven't told my partner about his mother yet. Please explain." "This—" He seemed hesitant, as if unwilling to answer. But after a short while, he spoke: "This, this is due to an order my employer gave me a year ago. At that time, I already knew that Lü had been embezzling my employer's money. So I contacted my employer, who demanded that I get the money as soon as possible. I then started working for him, trying to extract the secret of the money from Lü little by little. That

's how my relationship with him became closer, and I even went to a few of those sex parties with him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to get those people from Hong Kong into the presidential suite to install surveillance cameras—" "Get to the point! Don't try to stall any longer, no one will come to save you, you two-faced bastard!" Just as Richard was about to launch into another long-winded explanation, Wu Yan's face turned cold, and his words became icy and sharp.

"Uh—" Richard choked, swallowing several mouthfuls before raising his head, his words carrying a hint of explanation: "I didn't, I didn't want to profit from both sides, I just—" "Hmph! But later, Lü Guoqiang also figured out your equally greedy and lustful nature. He even tested you and found out that you were actually sent by your employer to monitor him. Then the two of you confronted each other, compromised, and finally conspired to split the money. Incidentally, you also shamelessly asked him to let his wife—my companion's mother—and his student Guan Li sleep with you.

And that..." The same shameless fellow agreed in order to protect his current status and wealth. So, after you had toyed with Guan Li, you took advantage of the opportunity to tutor my friend's English, and deliberately exposed Lü's secret to my friend's mother, forcing her to comply. At the same time, you also had another plan, which was to have my friend's mother and Guan Li work together to steal the exact location of Lü's hidden money. Then you would secretly take the money, sneak back to England, and leave with your fiancée and son. Isn't that right?!" Wu Yan coldly uttered this conclusion. Upon

hearing this, Richard's eyes widened, staring at Wu Yan in disbelief. After a short while, he completely deflated. He slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with fear, muttering under his breath, "Impossible, impossible, how could you, how could you—" The raging fire in my heart began to burn even more fiercely. I got up from the chair in front of the computer desk and walked step by step to Richard, squatting down in front of him. Looking at him, now huddled in a ball, his eyes filled with terror, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me, do you know hypnosis?" "Yes, yes. What's the problem?" He looked at me with a puzzled expression, his eyes full of fawning pleading, as he regained his senses slightly.

"Old ghost!" Wu Yan interrupted me before I could finish speaking. Then he asked him, "What exactly are Lü Guoqiang and your employer collaborating on? And who is your employer?" "This, this I really don't know." He shook his head vigorously, trying to make his words seem credible. "I won't deliberately inquire about how they make money through their collaboration. As for my employer, to be honest, I've never even met him once, and I have no idea whether he's male or female."

"Back in England, different people would come with his instructions to guide me. But in China, I get instructions by mail. If I need to contact him, I have to go to a public phone booth and make a call. It's to the British Virgin Islands, the number is [number missing]. Three rings and hanging up means the mission is complete, four rings means the mission is still in progress, and five rings means the mission has changed and reinforcements are needed. Then someone will come to meet me with a note that's all in Chinese, a mobile phone number, and ends with the letter 'w'! Oh, right, I made one of those five-ring calls five days ago!"

"What!" I was shocked and chilled to the bone by Richard's words. I glanced at Chao Wuyan, who was now calm, and pointed to my pocket where I kept my wallet. Guessing what he meant, I quickly took out my wallet, pulled out the intact note the mysterious woman had given me, and handed it to Richard.

He was stunned, utterly and completely stunned. Actually, I was also a little bewildered; now it seemed that this note wasn't originally meant for me. But why did she do that? Originally, she had hardened her heart, using my mother to orchestrate this elaborate scheme to uncover the mystery. And Richard's confession was quite satisfactory. But this small note has pushed everything back into the fog of mystery. The person hiding behind the scenes is truly—"Why did you make those five phone calls? Did you find out that Lu wanted to harm you?" Wu Yan's question pulled my thoughts back to the scene.

"No, no. I think Lü intends to run away. Click on the last recording in that file; it was recorded a week ago by a bug that Guan Li installed in his office phone. You should know that after we confronted him, his sex parties with those officials stopped taking place there. I don't know the exact location now.

But Guan Li has physical relationships with both him and me, and Lü trusts her quite a bit. So I had that woman install the bug for me. Who knew we'd get results the very next day? You'll see." Following Richard's instructions, I returned to the computer, opened the last recording, and turned on the speakers. Instantly, the conversation on the computer echoed throughout the room.

"Aran, have you taken care of everything?" Although the voice was a bit distorted, I could still clearly hear that the first person to speak was Lü Guoqiang, the man who was refined in public but shameless in private.

"Okay! It's all taken care of, Uncle Qiang. Is there anything else you need?" Another voice was slightly frivolous, with a hint of arrogance.

"It's all taken care of now. Just letting you know. The police are going to launch another special operation in the city soon. Director Mei asked me to pass on a message to you and your men to behave yourselves and not do anything out of line." Lü Guoqiang was clearly very familiar with the person on the other end of the line.

"I know, I know. Anyway, I've taken care of the important matter for you. I'll send someone to handle some minor personal matters in a few days, that shouldn't be a problem, right?" The person on the other end didn't take Lü Guoqiang's well-intentioned advice seriously.

"What's the matter?" The man on the other end hesitated for a moment before saying, "Hey, it's nothing. It's just that one of my girlfriends, whom I recently picked up, is being harassed by her ex-boyfriend, which is making her a bit annoyed. In a few days, I'll send A-Liao and a few others to teach that guy a lesson. He's from out of town, so I'm not going to kill him. That's not too outrageous, is it, Uncle Qiang?" "Yeah, just don't do it in the city." After saying that, Lü Guoqiang seemed to remember something and quickly added, "Is that little island you bought recently unoccupied?" "No, why?" The man was a little puzzled.

"I'd like to go there for a while in a few days, to enjoy the scenery, do some sketching, and relax. Is that alright?" "Sure! Of course! Uncle Qiang, I'd love to grace my Qianshan Island with your presence. I'll definitely be there to welcome you!" The man agreed very readily. After that, the recorded call ended.

"Ran? Brother Ran? Qianshan Island? Oh!" Having figured all this out in an instant, I smiled, half-closing my eyes, and slowly walked towards Richard.

"Okay!" Wu Yan snapped his fingers at the same time after listening. "Finished? Is there anything else you haven't said?" Richard shook his head, his eyes fixed on me as I walked back to him, and said in a trembling voice, "I, I've told you everything I know. You, you can't break your promise!" Gripping my dagger, I looked at Wu Yan, wanting to know his meaning.

"Old ghost!" He, who had been aiming his gun at Richard the whole time, now turned his gaze to me, staring intently. "Think carefully before you act. There's no going back in this world!" "Perhaps the woman that day was right." I pondered for a moment, then looked again at Richard, who was huddled up in a ball, trembling, and incoherently speaking, his back to me. The corner of my mouth curled into a murderous glint. "Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back!" As soon as I finished speaking, I crouched down abruptly, my left arm gripping Richard's neck, simultaneously flipping my palm upwards and pressing my fingers against his jaw, silencing him. Without hesitation, the sharp blade in my right hand lashed out, stabbing straight up into his back.

With a "squelch," the blade, several centimeters long, pierced his spine. A stream of hot, pungent blood immediately blurred my vision. At the same time, Richard, in pain, suddenly began to struggle fiercely. Just as I was about to be freed, Wu Yan finally intervened—ten minutes later.

"Remember, while stabbing from behind at an angle can avoid the ribs and reach the heart, you should still consider the actual situation. The size difference between you and him is too great. If he hadn't been naked and terrified by us, you'd be lying on the floor right now." I was sitting on the bed, panting heavily, my hands supporting me on the surface. Right beneath my feet, a man—or rather, an English man—lay dead on the floor, his heart stopped beating. In the stream of blood gushing from his body, I could see a faint reflection of myself.

Looking at the blood and the corpse, I felt no fear. Just a slight exhaustion from the exertion.

"Brother, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this," I said, slowly standing up apologetically.

He smiled faintly, patted my shoulder, and calmly said, "You chose this path yourself. Don't regret it later." "I won't!" I said, wiping the blood from my face with my sleeve.

"Then welcome to this real and cruel world!" He extended his hand, his smile unchanged.

I extended my hand and shook his. At the same time, a slight sadness welled up inside me.

Goodbye, my past.

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