The Scarlet Journey of the Flower City (82)

Chapter 82 of "The Scarlet Journey of the Flower City": Uniform. At this moment, Shen Wenqi's ears twitched; he heard two cars seemingly driving in at the entrance. The woman also looked at the exit with a concerned expression. Two cars drove in, one after the other, the occupants seemingly oblivious to the situation and the bloody corpses scattered on the ground. They parked their cars in an empty space, and soon five men and two women got out. By the time they noticed what was happening, the woman was already in front of them. Sharp bone spikes pierced their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, the seven men were reduced to a pile of mangled flesh. Blood dripped from the bone spikes on the woman's hands, and chilling growls escaped her throat. Shen Wenqi squinted at everything, his mind racing as he considered a solution. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: "How could I forget that man said he had a specially made rope? Why confront her head-on? Use softness to overcome hardness!" With this thought in mind, Shen Wenqi's eyes unconsciously swept over the rope in the hands of the gruesome male corpse beside the SUV not far away. It was clearly a specially made rope, about the thickness of a little finger, its surface dark but its interior speckled with vibrant golden yellow. The woman also noticed Shen Wenqi's gaze, and following his gaze, her expression changed drastically. Her features shifted between fear and rage. With a fierce roar, she leaped more than three meters into the air, covering the distance of several meters in a single bound, her movements as agile as a monkey, her slender hands swiftly grabbing the rope. The moment the woman's slender hand grasped the rope, her wrist was suddenly seized by another pair of steady, powerful hands. Before she could react, Shen Wenqi slightly shifted his body, lowered his shoulder, and pressed down on her, knocking her to the ground. He knelt on one knee, using his knee to press against her lower back—a simple counter-grappling technique known as "shoulder wrap and waist lock." An ordinary person would likely suffer broken bones or a fractured back if subdued by Shen Wenqi like this. Although the woman possessed extraordinary physical abilities, she couldn't break free from Shen Wenqi's restraint instantly. For Shen Wenqi, that brief pause was enough. He swiftly kicked out with his other foot, skillfully flicking the rope on the ground, sending it flying up and looping around the point where their wrists met. With a deft flick of his wrists, Shen Wenqi quickly and firmly bound the woman's wrists. Once he had the upper hand, he didn't hesitate. Amidst the woman's futile screams and punches and kicks, he used his agile and graceful movements to dodge her chaotic attacks. He spun around the woman rapidly, dodging and leaping, and when he landed, the woman's hands and feet were already firmly bound. Just in case, Shen Wenqi continued to bind the woman tightly, layer upon layer. Looking at the woman wrapped up like a dumpling, Shen Wenqi finally let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. He grabbed a wad of cloth and stuffed it into the woman's mouth, then smacked her on the head, saying, "What kind of monster are you? Even I, Shen Wenqi, had such a hard time subduing you!" Having succeeded, Shen Wenqi finally had a chance to catch his breath. If it weren't for the incredibly strong rope he had found, he probably would have been foolishly fighting her, and although he could ultimately defeat her with his demonic arts, he would have been severely weakened. After letting out a long sigh, Shen Wenqi realized once again the urgency of restoring his power. He had only just entered the very beginning of the "Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique," far from mastering it. It seemed he had underestimated the heroes of this era. Ignoring the woman's continued struggle, Shen Wenqi looked up at the mangled corpses scattered on the ground, his brow furrowing. He suddenly realized, "Given this woman's strength and agility, those burly men shouldn't have been able to subdue her at all. Why was she restrained at the beginning?" Shen Wenqi wanted to understand this, so he squatted down to examine the woman closely. The woman stopped struggling, staring back at Shen Wenqi with her beautiful eyes, which were filled with a beastly savagery. There wasn't a trace of human nature in her. "What's your name?" Shen Wenqi, also curious, squatted down beside the woman and asked tentatively. He hadn't held out much hope, but to his surprise, the woman blinked her beautiful eyes and stared blankly at Shen Wenqi, seemingly trying to decipher the meaning of his words. Gradually, the bestial light in her eyes dimmed, and the roars in her throat ceased. Suddenly, her expression became extremely agitated, and instead of roaring, she emitted mournful whimpers. Shen Wenqi, puzzled, tentatively removed the rag from her mouth and asked gently, "What do you want to say?" "Re...re..." the woman murmured, her mouth movements exaggerated, her tone stiff, like a parrot trying to speak for the first time. It took Shen Wenqi a long time to understand that she was saying "God," "God...God...God..." The woman's words grew clearer and clearer, and a sudden look of extreme pain appeared on her face. A fierce rage seemed to ignite in her eyes, and she whimpered and twisted her body desperately. Her voice grew louder and louder, her tone becoming increasingly tragic, echoing through the empty underground plaza and sending chills down one's spine. The ropes binding her creaked and groaned, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free. The pain in her expression intensified, and suddenly she slammed her head hard against the ground with a loud thud, her forehead quickly becoming a bloody mess. Seeing her in agony and hysterical state, Shen Wenqi didn't know what was wrong with her. Realizing what was happening, a feeling of pity welled up inside him. He quickly restrained her, first gagging her with a rag, then pulling her into his arms, his arms encircling her body to stop her violent self-harm. At the same time, he softly comforted her in her ear, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, don't be afraid, it's all a dream. When you wake up, everything will be over!" Shen Wenqi had always used this to comfort himself when he was young, training with his master in the Demonic Sect, and waking up from nightmares. Looking at the beautiful woman's pained expression, Shen Wenqi suddenly felt a pang of sorrow, as if recalling that memory. Holding her delicate body, he softly comforted her, subconsciously treating her as a fragile girl, forgetting her earlier ferocity and bloodshed. The woman, held in Shen Wenqi's arms, initially resisted fiercely, but gradually calmed down after an unknown period. The bloodthirsty, bestial nature in her beautiful eyes vanished, replaced by utter confusion. She stared at Shen Wenqi without uttering a word. After a long while, she suddenly yawned lazily and fell into a deep sleep in Shen Wenqi's arms. Shen Wenqi gently placed the woman on the back seat of the van. As he shook his head in resignation, he suddenly noticed that the woman's previously bloodied and mangled forehead had become smooth again. "Strange!" Shen Wenqi truly couldn't understand what kind of monster this was, or how it could possess such a strong self-healing ability. Shen Wenqi also noticed that the sharp protrusion at the end of the woman's palm had disappeared. He carefully took a scrap of cloth and wiped her palm clean. It was a pair of beautiful, jade-like hands, with skin as clear as jade, a perfect palm shape, and slender, long fingers. Shen Wenqi couldn't imagine that someone with such hands should be an artist, so why had become a beast? Shen Wenqi shook his head and sighed. Upon closer inspection, he discovered several almost imperceptible micro-cracks on the skin at the fingertips, identical on all ten fingers. After a moment of surprise, Shen Wenqi decided he couldn't stay any longer. Although he was extremely curious about the woman's identity and experiences, Shen Wenqi decided to leave the whole matter to the Pearl Harbor police. He didn't want to get involved in unnecessary trouble; he didn't want his beautiful wife at home to be implicated. Shen Wenqi carefully surveyed the parking lot and, finding no surveillance cameras, felt relieved. Unfortunately, two more people arrived to retrieve their car. Without hesitation, Shen Wenqi killed them both. He then gathered all his belongings that could reveal his identity, left the car in the parking lot, and vanished like a ghost. It was already past midnight, and the streets were nearly deserted. Shen Wenqi carefully scaled walls and rooftops, arriving at a public phone booth. "...A murder has occurred in the xx parking lot. Please send officers immediately. Yes, xx parking lot, section T. More than a dozen people have died..." Shen Wenqi used his internal energy to alter his voice, solemnly reporting to the police. Shen Wenqi lay in wait in a dark stairwell, watching the parking lot. This was definitely a major case; over a dozen people had been beheaded in gruesome manners. The police would certainly investigate thoroughly. Moreover, the identities of the six victims were unknown, and the woman's true nature was a mystery—was she a man-made monster or some other strange creature? Was she backed by a hidden organization? In any case, this was bound to be troublesome. He had only happened to be there and didn't want to get too involved. He wanted to see if the police would arrive and how they would handle the situation. Less than ten minutes later, the sound of sirens grew louder as they approached. With sirens blaring and lights flashing, three police cars and several patrol motorcycles quickly drove into the underground parking lot. Shen Wenqi relaxed and continued watching.The vast parking lot was sparsely populated with cars. The police car drove into the innermost T-zone, and in the distance, a Jinbei van came into view. As it drew closer, the shocking sight of blood on the ground became clear, its color appearing eerily vibrant under the bright lights of the parking lot's ceiling. The police car stopped a dozen meters away, and a group of officers swiftly got out, spreading out in a semi-circle, handguns in hand, and cautiously approached. A young, beautiful woman stepped out of the police car. She appeared to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, tall and slender, dressed in a police uniform that accentuated her graceful figure and strong physique. Her eyebrows were delicately arched, and her bright, clear eyes radiated a gentle, serene light. Her beautiful oval face, with its exquisitely refined features, was a perfect gift from the Creator. Her shoulder-length, jet-black hair flowed gracefully, and overall, she possessed an indescribable elegance. What's even more remarkable is that she shows no weakness whatsoever; her heroic spirit compels one to remain sober while simultaneously captivated. Her name is Ye Jingyao, a renowned thorny flower in Pearl Harbor. In her three years as a police officer, Ye Jingyao has solved several major cases thanks to her agile skills and sharp mind. Coupled with her powerful family background, she has risen to the position of head of the Fifth Major Crimes Unit at a young age. Leading her team here today, gazing upon the sea of blood and the mangled corpses before her, a chill ran down her spine, and her scalp tingled. Among the dozen or so officers under Ye Jingyao's command, many were veterans, but faced with such a horrific scene, this hellish landscape, and the overwhelming stench of blood in the air, they all felt nauseous. Some with weaker constitutions nearly vomited on the spot, while others covered their mouths. Her colleagues, on the other hand, were all deathly pale, their condition hardly better than hers. "My God, what deep-seated hatred did the murderer have against them?" Looking at the several mutilated corpses before them, at this heinous and outrageous act, everyone had the same thought. "Liu, Zhang, Yuan, move around carefully." Ye Jingyao, having undergone rigorous training, possessed strong mental fortitude. She quickly recovered from the shock of the horrific scene before her, suppressing her discomfort, and decisively ordered, "Xiao Bei, call the police station and order a forensic doctor to come immediately, and send more personnel." After methodically making these arrangements, Ye Jingyao walked solemnly towards the woman casually placed in the back seat of the van. She didn't put away her pistol; the situation was bizarre and terrifying, allowing her no room for complacency. As she approached, Ye Jingyao noticed several lines of blood-stained writing on the car door, the handwriting crooked and extremely illegible. "This woman is mentally unstable and possesses immense strength, more like a non-human creature. Her fingers and toes can extend deadly sharp bone spurs. Absolutely do not untie her! Remember this!" Before leaving, Shen Wenqi dipped his brush in blood and wrote these words as a way of thanking the police for helping him resolve this trouble. "Are you kidding me? She's a non-human creature?" Looking at the girl's peaceful sleeping posture and her elegant, refined beauty, Ye Jingyao felt a pang of doubt. Seeing this, Shen Wenqi knew the police had taken over completely and there was no need to watch any longer, so he quickly moved away and disappeared into the night. (First published on Cuiwei, thank you for your support!)

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