Willow Bay

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Author: lsw
Word Count: 86102
Notes:
1. Reposted from Binglian Bookshelf, a classic Bing novel. I searched and found it wasn't on this site, so I reposted it.
2. The original text was in Traditional Chinese characters, automatically converted to Simplified Chinese using Google Translate. There may be some errors; please forgive me.

I. The Stolen Cultural Relics
Tuesday, September 16, 1980

The east was just beginning to lighten, and the thick white fog was gradually dissipating. A few sparse morning stars twinkled in the dark sky. The main streets of Santai City were still deserted.

The cultural relics museum was located at the end of Mawei Lane. This was originally the "Fire God Temple," which the government renovated after liberation and used as a cultural relics museum. The exhibition hall was gilded and painted red, decorated with dragons and phoenixes, displaying thousands of cultural relics from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.

Finally, the ground shook. It turned out to be a man jogging.

He stopped in front of the museum's main gate, glancing at his watch in the soft light. It was

5:30, not a minute early.

He glanced at the closed gate and continued running.

This jogging man was Zhang Guchen, the curator of the Santai City Museum.

Around forty years old, lean and wiry, he suddenly stopped, seemingly sensing something amiss with the museum's doors.

When the museum was closed, there was no visible gap; but today, he noticed a crack between the two doors…

Sure enough, the door wasn't bolted, just ajar.

Curator Zhang didn't dare think further and rushed towards the artifact display room.

Good heavens! The scene before him shattered the hopes he held.

The floor was a mess; a golden tripod from the Three Kingdoms period was missing from its safe, and more than a dozen other first-class cultural relics had also met their demise.

He collapsed helplessly to the ground…

A sharp, piercing alarm blared rapidly, and a moment later, a police car and a motorcycle sped to the entrance of the museum, screeching to a halt.

Today, those present at the museum to investigate the crime scene included: Liu Haisheng, head of the Criminal Investigation Department; Wang Mingtian, deputy head; detectives Tang Guitian and Zhang Delin; and technician Liao Li.

At this moment, Liu was walking in front.

He was twenty-five years old, a college graduate from the police academy.

He was very handsome. Following closely behind was Zhang, who had a baby face and was also tall.

He was holding a police dog.

Behind Zhang was Wang, a forty-year-old man with an unkempt appearance.

Walking alongside Wang was Tang, in his thirties,

tall with a full beard.

Bringing up the rear was Liao, with almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a tall, slender figure; she was one of the best policewomen.

Upon entering the scene, the officers sprang into action, their cameras flashing as they snapped photos. Magnifying

glasses were used to search for any traces left by the perpetrator…

Suddenly, Liu spotted a clear shoe print in loose soil not far from the exhibition hall.

“Liao Li, come here!” he called, asking her to take some pictures of the footprint.

Zhang’s police dog, which had been highly excited, sniffed around, and finally, as if it had caught a whiff of something, led Zhang towards the museum’s backyard.

Tang, worried that something might happen to Zhang alone, followed them out…

After several hours of intense work, the officers finished their investigation of the scene.

As Liu prepared to get into the car, he instructed Director Zhang, “Have someone else secure the scene. No one is allowed to enter without our permission!…”

As was customary, upon returning from the crime scene, everyone would meet together to review the traces they had discovered.

Liu addressed the crowd, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen: This morning, a major theft of cultural relics occurred in the fifth exhibition hall of the Municipal Cultural Relics Museum—among the stolen artifacts was a national-level cultural relic, a gold tripod from the Three Kingdoms period, the shape of which is—"

He paused, then took a photograph from his briefcase and showed it to everyone.

The photograph showed the gold tripod.

After showing everyone the photos, he put them down and continued, "At the same time, there were also some gemstones, jade artifacts, etc., totaling twelve pieces... Based on the information reported by Director Zhang of the museum, we can narrow down the time frame of the crime to between 24:00 on September 15th and 5:30 on the 16th.

The criminals' methods were extremely sophisticated; they left almost no trace at the scene.

... However, the criminals never expected that a clear footprint would be left on the loose soil prepared for planting flowers on the right side of the fifth exhibition room..."

Liu spoke eloquently, very excitedly: "Judging from this footprint on the loose soil, the perpetrator was likely a woman, between 1.66 and 1.69 meters tall, and around 20 to 30 years old. The footprint is very clear, suggesting it was a pair of shoes that had only been worn recently..."

Zhang said, "Indeed, the perpetrator was a cunning and scheming individual. After stealing the artifacts, the criminals climbed over the back wall of the museum. They waded across this stream, cutting off the police dogs' sense of smell, making it impossible for them to track them."

"So, there are at least two culprits—one who rushed out through the front door; the other who climbed over the back wall," Liao said.

"Hmm..." Liu nodded.

"Alright, everyone's tired. Go back and rest now. The station will hold a meeting on this case this afternoon." Liu looked at everyone and announced the adjournment...

Part Two: Broken Fragrance and Jade Day One Wednesday, September 17th

"Damn it!" Liu cursed under his breath as he lay on the bed, then sat up and lit a cigarette.

From his anxious expression, it was clear that this police academy graduate and head of the criminal investigation department was also having a headache over yesterday's stolen artifact case.

It was already a quarter past eleven. He quickly got dressed, preparing to go to the police station.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang.

Had something happened? Liu grabbed the receiver.

"Is this Section Chief Liu?" came the voice on the other end.

"This is Liu Haisheng."

"Please return to the police station immediately!"

"What is it?"

"A woman's body has been found in Liushuwan, a suburb of the city."

"What?" Liu dropped the phone, quickly ran downstairs, got on his motorcycle, and sped towards the police station.

Upon entering, he ran to the Criminal Investigation Department, where Tang, Zhang, and Liao were already waiting.

"Where's Deputy Section Chief Wang Mingtian?" Liu asked them.

Tang said, "The Deputy Section Chief said he had a headache and asked me to ask for leave on his behalf."

Liu thought for a moment and made a decision: "Let's go, to Liushuwan right away."

Upon arriving at the scene, the armed militia of Liushu Village rushed to greet the police officers and briefly explained how the body had been found.

It turned out that an old man collecting cow dung had discovered the body.

That morning, just as dawn was breaking, the old man was wandering around the grass with his basket.

Suddenly, he noticed something in the distance and went over to investigate. Upon closer inspection, he saw a dead young woman! This terrified the old man, who immediately went to the township government to report the case…

Liu, upon hearing this, immediately got to work.

The deceased was a young woman of about eighteen years old, about 1.68 meters tall.

Although her face was pale, it was clear she was a beautiful woman.

Liu thought: Yesterday, cultural relics were stolen, and today a female corpse was found. Are the two cases connected…?

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon a pair of shoes on the deceased's feet—a pair of brand-new, off-white high-heeled leather shoes. Unable to contain his excitement, he squatted down and intently examined the shoes.

Could the footprints at the cultural relics site be from these shoes? Liu removed the shoes from the deceased's stockinged feet and put them in his briefcase.

Just then, Liao, who was examining the girl's body, leaned against Liu and said, "Look, there are several faint purple marks on her arms, like she was tied up. And..."

She handed Liu a magnifying glass, pointed to the deceased's left buttock, and said, "There's a needle mark here, probably from some kind of lethal drug injected—"

...

"Take the body back for autopsy!" Liu said.

Half an hour later, the police car stopped in the backyard of the police station. Tang opened the back door of the police car, and together with Zhang, they unloaded the portable morgue containing the woman's body bag.

The autopsy room was in a corner of the backyard, a small warehouse converted for forensic autopsies, and could also be used as a temporary morgue for bodies examined by the police station.

Liu said to Liao, "Go and prepare the autopsy room first, Lao Zhang will start the autopsy soon."

"Okay." Liao pushed the portable morgue into the autopsy room.

In the center of the autopsy room were two autopsy tables, one end was a tool table, and the other end was a two-story refrigerator with eight compartments spanning the entire wall.

Liao placed the mortuary bed next to the autopsy table near the refrigerated display case. She unzipped the body bag and moved the girl onto the table.

After checking that nothing had fallen out of the body bag, she placed the mortuary bed in the corner of the room, turned around, and examined the girl lying on the autopsy table.

The girl's clothes had been removed at the scene, and she was now lying naked on the autopsy table, limbs outstretched.

The girl was very beautiful, with an angelic face.

Her figure was curvaceous and alluring, her skin white and smooth. Her

beautifully shaped breasts remained firm, and below her slender waist were round, pert buttocks and long, straight legs.

She possessed the most important aspect of a woman's beauty, even in death, still possessing what every woman in the world longed for.

But now, the girl, now a corpse, lay quietly, allowing a stranger to manipulate her.

At the scene, considering the social impact, female police officer Liao was chosen to conduct the external examination. However, the young woman would soon be thoroughly examined by a complete stranger.

Technicians and forensic doctors always examine the body naked at the scene. Moving the body back to the police station before examining the body would easily damage the evidence. Therefore

, moving a body before examining the evidence would be considered tampering with the crime scene. External injuries are the basis for a preliminary determination of the cause of death, and one of their purposes at the scene is to provide a preliminary assessment. If every case were taken back, the police station might as well be a morgue.

They must determine the approximate cause of death as quickly as possible, meaning at least whether it was suicide or homicide. If it's not a criminal case or a case requiring investigation, the body won't be taken back; there isn't enough space, manpower, or resources.

As for autopsies, regulations prohibit open-air autopsies, but tents are also not used; the body is always transported back to the police station for autopsy in a dedicated autopsy room.

Finally, Liao took a brand-new white cloth from the cupboard and covered the girl's body.

She filled out a label, tied it around the girl's right ankle, and then went to the laboratory.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, forensic doctor Zhang Yu arrived at the autopsy room and immediately saw the female corpse to be examined. Although the body was covered with a white cloth, with only her feet exposed, the cloth still clearly outlined the naked body of a woman with a perfect figure.

He approached the female corpse, about to lift the white cloth, but was immediately attracted by her feet. What a pair of tender feet, as tender as a newborn's, as tender as if they had never walked on the ground.

These were truly perfect little feet, with high arches, hollow soles, and beautiful curves.

The five cute toes were neatly intertwined, every part of the skin smooth and moist, exquisitely beautiful.

The tips of the toes playfully curled upwards, making one want to kiss them even more.

He held them in his hands; they were tender, soft, and boneless.

He was utterly captivated by the girl's tiny feet, examining them closely: the smooth, rounded ankles; the luminous white insteps; the silky, satin-like smooth insteps!

The delicate skin on the insteps, the faintly visible veins!

The exceptionally soft soles, the honey-scented toes between which five jade-like toes, the pale white lunulae faintly visible, the jade-green nails shyly and playfully raised!

The rounded toe pads resembled five curled-up little rabbits, both flustered and delighted!

The soft, white, rosy soles were like a fluffy, fragrant pillow, the arched insteps like a clear, tranquil stream; the moist, pink heels, when gently massaged, revealed rosy, uneven contours, evoking tenderness and affection.

He truly wanted to use these sexy, alluring little feet to give himself a proper footjob.

He noticed that these jade-like feet had no calluses, and all ten toenails were as smooth and perfect as warm jade, without a single scratch. Even the feet were so well-maintained; the deceased's comfort in life was unimaginable. And...and...he felt there was something else, but couldn't quite place it.

He slowly lifted the white cloth, revealing a pair of long, straight calves, their skin smooth, delicate, and tender. He lifted the cloth to the woman's thighs, admiring her beautiful curves, full and lustrous. These legs were so perfect, unlike anything he had ever seen before. He felt his heart pounding.

He looked again from bottom to top, touching several places on her legs. Although delicate, they were firm, but experience told him it wasn't rigor mortis.

When his gaze fell on those jade-like feet again, he finally understood—it was those feet again.

Generally, when a corpse lies supine, the forefeet should be spread apart.

But this girl's feet were together, slightly pointed forward, with only the toes pointing upwards.

The movement of her feet was so graceful that he became even more captivated by their perfection.

He parted the balls of her feet to the sides, and as soon as he released them, they came back together; then he straightened them upwards, and after releasing them, her feet stretched forward again.

This ruled out rigor mortis.

There was only one explanation for this phenomenon: the result of cultivation and training.

The girl's reserve and refinement allowed her to maintain this posture for many years; physical training was also essential. One can imagine that she frequently danced ballet in her lifetime, but the girl's alluring figure was definitely not the kind of figure a dancer develops from childhood training.

Moreover, the girl's feet were so well-maintained that it ruled out the possibility that she was a ballet dancer. She must have frequently worn extremely comfortable ballet shoes and engaged in physical training, which explains why her two exceptionally long and shapely legs were so beautiful.

He couldn't help but recall those jade-like legs before him, once clad in pure white ballet stockings and pointe shoes, tracing graceful arcs through the air. But now…

He sighed, lifted the white sheet, and suddenly his eyes lit up; he recognized her instantly.

He truly hadn't expected it to be her. He could no longer contain his overwhelming joy, feeling that his life had truly been worthwhile at this moment.

Recalling the first time he saw her, he swore he had never seen such a beautiful girl, and was convinced he would never see one again.

At that moment, he truly understood what it meant to have an angel's face and a devil's figure.

Now, this eighteen-year-old girl's exquisite body was completely exposed under the operating lights. Her beautiful, curvaceous figure was presented to him without reservation, at his mercy.

Her flesh was succulent, her skin smooth, delicate, and tender all over, as fragile as a baby's. Even her face showed no signs of special makeup; it seemed she was particularly confident in her skin, believing that any cosmetics would only overshadow it.

He wholeheartedly agreed.

Her thick, glossy black hair cascaded across the dissection table, a few strands reaching over her full, high breasts.

He took a small fiber optic flashlight and used it to examine the girl's scalp and hair.

Then, he tenderly tidied her beautiful hair.

The girl's eyes were closed, her long eyelashes slightly upturned, her eyelids a delicate violet—a very precious natural eyeshadow.

Her lips were exquisitely shaped, as luscious as flower petals.

Perhaps because she had only recently died, her cheeks still held a touch of rosiness, her expression peaceful, as if she were sweetly asleep in a dream.

Such a beautiful girl, who could bring themselves to kill her? He looked at her remains and thought: when this beautiful girl was alive, countless men must have pursued her; and now, she was just a corpse waiting to be claimed, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret.

The girl's breasts were full and firm, milky white like jade, resembling inverted jade bowls on her chest. They felt stiff to the touch, and experience told him that although her body was fully developed, she was likely untouched by a man.

He thought these full, plump breasts would be perfect for breast play.

His gaze unconsciously slid down her smooth abdomen.

He walked to the other end of the table, spread her legs into an M-shape, revealing her genitals under the operating light.

He felt his heart pounding, even finding it hard to breathe. He took a deep breath, parted her labia with his hands, and finally discovered that small, thin membrane—the hymen.

He found the hymen, a perfectly intact hymen, not the kind surgically created later in life.

He swallowed hard, continuing to support her labia with his hand, and inserted a round-tipped glass rod into her vagina. He gently lifted her hymen, examined it carefully again, and indeed it was intact. She didn't have a thickened hymen; everything was normal. If she had ever had sexual intercourse, it would be impossible for her to retain it.

He then picked up a high-powered magnifying glass to examine her closely. Her labia majora and minora were very tender; she had not only never had sexual intercourse, but she had also definitely not masturbated, engaged in finger play, or licked her vulva.

This unexpected surprise shocked him—a stunningly beautiful woman, the object of all men's desire, had maintained her virginity until she was eighteen.

For female corpses undergoing autopsies, examining the hymen and collecting vaginal contents has become an essential service for forensic pathologists.

The usual procedure for collecting vaginal contents is to take a clamp, hold a piece of sterile gauze, insert the clamp directly into the deceased's vagina, rotate it a few times, and collect the genital secretions.

However, for this virgin corpse lying before him, doing so could very likely rupture the hymen.

So, he took out a soft cotton swab and gently inserted it into the entrance of the woman's vagina, making sure not to touch the hymen

. He carefully rotated it a few times, then pulled it out and placed it in a petri dish on the table beside him, ready to take it for testing. It was time for the external examination. He brought the woman's legs together and measured her height: 1.68 meters.

He noticed that the girl's body was very soft, showing no stiffness when moved, completely like a living person.

What was going on? He suddenly remembered a past incident, and it was very likely that the girl's condition was related to that incident.

He decided not to think about it too much for now; he would slowly and attentively enjoy the beauty before him.

Liao's on-site investigation indicated that the girl's cause of death was likely related to the needle mark on her left buttock.

So, he started with the key point, turning her to her right side to examine the needle mark on her left buttock.

He took out a rectal thermometer, cleaned it, spread her buttocks, and inserted it into her rectum.

At this moment, the girl was like a sleeping baby, completely naked, completely at his mercy.

He looked at her face again; it was as innocent and charming as an angel's. At the same time, it was clear she was a woman of great refinement and grace; her virtue had become an integral part of her, inseparable from her.

He examined the needle mark on her left buttock with a magnifying glass. The mark was barely noticeable, and the skin showed almost no reaction, confirming that the injection volume was extremely small.

Normally, the skin, fat, and muscle, along with the injection site, should be cut off and sent for testing. However, looking at her round, high buttocks, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he collected her urine for analysis.

Because the needle mark was so small, he had to press his nose almost against the girl's body to observe it. He could only smell a faint fragrance emanating from her, but it was definitely not perfume.

He then sniffed other parts of her body. Indeed, it was the scent of a virgin, but besides this alluring fragrance, there was nothing else.

It seemed this girl not only didn't use cosmetics on her face, but also didn't use any skincare products, which only made her more naturally beautiful.

He pulled the rectal thermometer out of her rectum and read her rectal temperature: 23.2 degrees Celsius.

In forensic medicine, the temperature of the corpse can be used to estimate the time of death: in spring and autumn, the temperature of an adult corpse indoors drops by approximately 0.83 degrees Celsius per hour; in water, it drops by 3-4 degrees Celsius per hour; and in hot weather, the temperature of an outdoor corpse can rise for several hours after death.

According to domestic research reports on corpse temperature, within 4-5 hours after death, heat production in the body has not completely stopped, and the corpse temperature drops by an average of 0.58 degrees Celsius per hour; from 5-16 hours after death, heat production completely stops, and

the corpse temperature drops by an average of 0.97 degrees Celsius per hour; from 16-24 hours after death, due to the narrowing temperature difference between the corpse and the environment, the temperature drop slows down, averaging 0.54 degrees Celsius per hour.

This research established a formula for calculating the time of death, and after practical application and refinement, the following simplified formula was derived: Time elapsed after death (hours) = (37 degrees Celsius - rectal temperature) × 0.83, where the multiplier is 1 in spring and autumn, 1.4 in summer, and 0.7 in winter.

Based on this calculation, she died around 11 PM last night. In less than 20 minutes, her body temperature would drop to 23 degrees Celsius, the room temperature.

Now, 16 and a half hours later, rigor mortis is at its peak, but the girl's body is still so soft, yet it is definitely not muscle relaxation. Moreover, this female corpse has long passed the period of muscle relaxation that lasts for one to two hours after death.

Meanwhile, it was the peak period for livor mortis, but the girl's entire body showed absolutely no trace of it. As for the corneal opacity, scleral black spots, and leather-like desiccation often associated with partial corpse drying, there was none of these either. Autolysis was also completely absent.

In other words, aside from the coldness of the corpse, the girl's body exhibited none of the early signs of livor mortis.

All of this further convinced him of the connection between the female corpse and that incident. He

then helped the girl from her right side to her prone position. Beneath her slender waist, her round and pert buttocks proudly rose, forming a beautiful wavy arc. The skin of her buttocks was as smooth and supple as silk.

Without even touching them, he could feel how elastic and fleshy her buttocks must have been, taut, plump, and wonderfully beautiful. This prompted him to slap her buttocks twice, causing the tender flesh to ripple elastically, a delightful tremor.

After restoring the woman's body to a supine position, he examined her slender hands, carefully inspecting her wrists, and then scrutinizing her fingernails for a long time.

There were no remaining fragments, no skin or clothing fibers in the nail folds.

He smelled each fingernail, then gently flicked each fingertip.

Even the inside of the nails was spotless, indicating the girl had died peacefully.

His gaze shifted to the girl's arms; there were two faint purple marks on each upper arm, requiring close examination to see clearly.

The outer edges of the marks were higher, and the backs were darker. How could she have been bound like this? He manipulated the girl's body to demonstrate.

Finally, he turned her over, placing her arms behind her back—this was the only explanation, but for this, the forearms would also have to be crossed and secured behind her back.

He examined her forearms and wrists; there were no signs of binding.

Perhaps it was with a towel or something similar. He found rope and a towel in the cupboard and simulated binding her.

The rope matched the position of the purple marks.

He turned the girl's body to her side, only to find two ropes clamping her nipples between them.

This alluring scene made it seem as if he were engaging in sadomasochistic acts with this beautiful corpse.

Wait, the murderer hadn't violated her vagina... could it be...? He removed the ropes and towel from her body and examined her anus.

There was no semen inside, and it was tightly closed, making anal sex impossible.

He turned the body over, pried open her jaw, and couldn't smell any odor; it seemed her internal organs were perfectly maintained.

He shone a small flashlight into her mouth, examining her oral cavity, but found no trace of semen.

Such a beautiful virgin, dying without ever being used by a man—what a pity.

Still uneasy, he took two soft cotton swabs and collected samples of the deceased's oral and intestinal contents, respectively. He then meticulously used swabs soaked in saline solution to clean the deceased's cheeks, lips, ears, neck, nipples, navel, clitoris, inner thighs, back, and groin.

Since fingerprints couldn't be extracted from the skin, further sexual assault examination had to be abandoned.

He picked up a magnifying glass and, under the operating light, examined the entire surface of the female corpse from head to toe, front to back.

He searched methodically for over an hour.

The girl's soft skin was absolutely perfect, without a single flaw.

It seemed that besides perfection, there were no other physical characteristics.

The girl's body so vividly expressed vitality, her entire body so rosy and healthy, but the cold skin, the no longer breathing nostrils and lips, and the still pulse all mercilessly proved that this was a dead girl, not a sleeping beauty in a dream.

The woman's body showed no signs of injury, indicating she was killed without resistance; the murderer likely used anesthesia before the killing.

The next step should be an autopsy. He looked at the beautiful woman, feeling a pang of pity, unwilling to disturb her life.

He first took the collected urine and thirteen petri dishes containing three soft cotton swabs and ten regular cotton swabs to the lab, handing them to Liao.

Liao was examining the woman's underwear. Seeing Zhang, he said, "The deceased's underwear and bra are new and clean. No suspicious traces were found."

Zhang nodded.

"I'll have to trouble you with these as well," he said, returning to the autopsy room.

Looking at the woman, Zhang thought: In the past, internal organs had been removed from the vagina or anus, but it was easy to damage the organs or be inaccurate, especially since this woman's vagina and anus were both virgins.

Since the cause and process of the woman's death were already clear, he decided not to perform an autopsy, thus preserving the body intact.

Of course, the real reason was that he had his own plans.

During the examination of the girl's body, his mind was filled with erotic thoughts, constantly conjuring up images of foot fetish, breast fetish, finger fetish, genital licking, sadomasochism, anal sex, and blowjobs. His own penis remained unusually erect, almost to the point of ejaculation.

This must be because the girl was too beautiful; every inch of her skin was so perfectly sensual. Such a rare beauty, even after her death, remained a man's eternal dream.

Moreover, her jade-like body would never deteriorate.

He couldn't help but admire himself for not having raped the girl on the spot. At the same time, he knew that both the girl and he had plenty of time; all they had to wait for was the right opportunity.

So, the girl's body was lifted onto a portable mortuary bed and pushed in front of two layers of refrigerated cabinets that occupied an entire wall. Unidentified or unclaimed bodies handled by the police station were temporarily placed in these eight cabinets; this young, unidentified female corpse would also be frozen to prevent decomposition.

One of the cabinet doors was opened, and the metal plate used for storing the body was pulled out.

The girl was pushed over, the metal plate at the same height as the movable mortuary bed.

He lifted her by the shoulders, and her head immediately tilted back limply, one snow-white arm hanging limply.

He lifted her up and transferred her to the metal plate.

The girl lay quietly on the metal plate, like a dead Snow White.

He placed her hand properly, then pushed the metal plate, along with the young woman's body on it, inside and closed the cabinet door.

The air conditioning in the autopsy room wasn't on; only the air conditioning inside the individual freezers containing the bodies was on.

After turning on the air conditioning in the freezer containing the girl's body, he went to his office to write the autopsy report.

What he knew was more of a legend.

It was a very special drug called "odessa." Odessa Silverberg was the name of an ancient Ethiopian princess, said to be exceptionally beautiful, but tragically died at the young age of fourteen. Her father, the king, was deeply grieved and ordered that the deceased princess be placed on her bed in her bedroom, forbidden from burial.

But the princess's body never decomposed; the beautiful princess remained lying there as if she were still asleep.

Thirty-three years later, the country was beset by internal and external troubles, and her father died in court intrigues and power struggles. Before his death, to prevent his daughter's body from falling into the hands of the enemy and being dishonored, he placed the princess in a crystal coffin and sank it to the bottom of the sea.

As its name suggests, this colorless and odorless liquid drug, which can kill, can keep the deceased's body in the state it was in at the time of injection.

It's an extremely precious and miraculous drug, appearing only a handful of times in legends.

This is crucial to solving the case, but where to begin with this clue?

Soon, Liao's tests were completed.

She came to the office to submit the report and, seeing Zhang there, discussed the case.

Shortly after, Zhang also arrived to review the autopsy report. He learned from Liao that anesthetic components were found in the girl's urine; no semen or saliva not belonging to the deceased was found in her mouth, vagina, or intestines; and no semen or saliva stains were found on any of her possible erogenous zones.

The discovery of the anesthetic confirmed Zhang's hypothesis of anesthesia before the murder. Although he couldn't confirm how the anesthetic was administered—whether it was injected through the only needle prick on the body with Odessa, orally, or inhaled—he decided not to reveal that and closed the case with anesthetic as the cause of death.

He decided to conceal the fact that the deceased was still a virgin, naturally for his own convenience.

After completing the autopsy report, he left.

Suddenly, he realized that freezing the woman's body was completely unnecessary, and how could he enjoy himself with a beautiful woman frozen solid?

He immediately returned to the autopsy room, pulled the girl's body out of the freezer, and carried it to the autopsy table.

As dusk fell, the lights in the police station's conference room were bright.

Liu and his team were analyzing the case.

Tonight, Police Chief Cao attended the meeting.

In addition, they had exceptionally invited Director Zhang of the cultural relics museum.

Liu said, "Judging from the scenes of the two cases that occurred in the past two days, these are two cases that are closely related. Yesterday, a footprint was found at the scene of the stolen cultural relics.

Analysis indicates the perpetrator was a woman, between twenty and thirty years old, and between 1.66 and 1.69 meters tall; and today there is another murder case—

suicide can be completely ruled out because the victim's arms have purple marks indicating she was bound—the victim is a young girl, around eighteen years old, and about 1.68 meters tall. More importantly, there are the shoes on the victim's feet..."

Liu took the pair of off-white leather shoes from his briefcase, placed them on the table, and then... "Its imprint perfectly matches the shoe print found at the museum," said Liu. "The victim is the thief who stole the artifact! But who is the murderer who killed the woman?"

Liu paused for a moment before continuing, "There are two points: First, there was a needle mark on the victim's left buttock; second, there were several purple marks on her arm. Technical examination revealed that the young woman was injected with a highly concentrated anesthetic.

The injection likely occurred between 10 PM and midnight on the 16th… Now, our task is to ascertain the victim's name, address, and workplace. Simultaneously, we must use the limited clues we have to track down the murderer…"

"If the victim participated in the theft of the artifact, then the murderer is her accomplice. Is that right?" Liao asked.

"Have you ruled out a crime of passion or rape?" Director Cao asked.

"The examination revealed no signs of rape, so we can rule out rape. As for a crime of passion, the possibility is extremely small—but it's impossible to completely rule it out…" Liu replied.

At this moment, Gu, sitting in the corner of the conference room, suddenly became uneasy.

"Director Zhang!" Cao called out to him.

"What is it..." Gu hesitated, a little awkwardly.

"Director, I've just thought of something," Cao said.

"Does your museum have a security department?"

"This..."

Cao didn't allow Gu to answer. He continued, "Who keeps the keys to the artifact exhibition room and display cases?"

"No, it's like this,"

Gu composed himself and said, "There is a security department, but the head of the department, Old Qian, was diagnosed with gallstones two months ago and is currently hospitalized. Another security officer recently... supposedly, he went on a business trip to buy alarm bells, so..."

"So there are no official security personnel in the museum right now, is that right?" Cao said.

Director Zhang looked bewildered.

He said guiltily, "I personally keep the keys to the artifact exhibition room and display cases. I haven't neglected that!"

"Director, I think perhaps..." Liu whispered a few words in Director Cao's ear.

Suddenly, Director Zhang stepped forward and asked Liu, "Section Chief, may I see the deceased's photo?"

"Alright!" Liu took out a photo of the deceased's face from his briefcase and handed it to Gu.

Gu took the photo and examined it carefully. The face looked so familiar! Suddenly, he remembered and exclaimed, "It's her!"

"You know her?" Liu's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes, she was a waitress at the Wangjiang Hotel in this city, named Gu Weiwei."

Now that they had a lead on the female corpse's identity, the files were immediately checked. They soon learned that Weiwei's father was one of the main leaders of the Municipal Materials Bureau.

In this autocratic country, dealing with such powerful families required extreme caution. Although they didn't understand why Gu's father had made his daughter a waitress, the handling of Weiwei's body immediately received the attention of the police leadership.

Director Cao inquired about the details of Weiwei's body. When he learned that the female corpse had not been dissected, he breathed a sigh of relief and praised Zhang for his careful work.

Zhang assessed the situation and knew he couldn't hide the fact that Weiwei was still a virgin, so he told her. Cao meaningfully instructed all the officers to take special care to protect Weiwei's body and prevent any accidents during the examination, cleaning, and storage.

The already examined body needed to be cleaned and prepared for the upcoming family identification.

Zhang hadn't expected his opportunity to come so quickly. Although he couldn't rape her, at least he could play with her—better than nothing.

Shortly after, he went to the autopsy room and whispered in Weiwei's ear as she lay on the autopsy table, "Little darling, let me give you a thorough cleaning, inside and out."

Then he got to work.

The first task was to clean Weiwei's intestines.

After death, the sphincter muscles of the anus and urethra relax, potentially leading to incontinence. It wouldn't be good to leave such a beauty soaking in filth.

He positioned her in a kneeling position, her beautiful buttocks raised towards the corner where a special drain was located.

He retrieved the enema kit and inserted the rubber tube, warmed with a heater, into her tiny anus.

This was the third time the woman's anus had been penetrated that day: the first two times with a rectal thermometer, and this time with the enema kit.

He noticed that although she was dead, her anus wasn't open like other corpses due to sphincter relaxation; her little anus remained tight.

He turned on the switch, and the warm glycerin solution slowly flowed into her intestines.

If she were still alive, she would be relaxed, experiencing little pain, and instead, a blissful, almost shameful pleasure, like having sex with a man. "

She's a virgin, you know. I'll give you the full service later, my little darling."

Slowly, her abdominal cavity was completely filled, overflowing; her flat stomach was stretched like a football before he finally pulled out the tube.

With a "whoosh," a stream of foul-smelling fecal water sprayed onto the tiled wall.

This process was repeated twice more, until finally only clear water gushed from her anus.

Cleansing the intestines was essential, as feces and bacteria in the intestines are the primary cause of corpse decay. While this beautiful female corpse wouldn't decompose on its own, the filth in her intestines might decompose and even release an odor if not cleaned.

That would be a real eyesore. Furthermore, he added something to the enema solution to ensure all the bacteria in her intestines were expelled, thus ensuring a safe outcome.

After the enema, he washed her buttocks.

This sensual and alluring scene finally came to an end after its perfect display, and he had her lie on her back.

He dragged over a hose and began washing her with soap.

His hands carefully cleaned her body, gently massaging her breasts and rubbing her nipples with two fingers.

Slowly, his hand reached for her vulva, inserting his fingers into her vagina. He could clearly feel the strong suction, which made him dig incessantly.

At this moment, her hymen blocked his fingers.

He put the hose aside, placed her hands on her chest, her left hand on her right breast, and her right hand on her left breast.

Then, he bent her legs, making her feet push off the ground, and spread her legs wide apart, like a frog.

The pure and innocent woman in life was now being shown to him in such a shameful state in death.

He bent down and carefully examined her genitals.

Her well-preserved hymen was the type with a small, tight opening.

He inserted his index finger into her vagina and touched it, feeling her most secret and sacred place, which was tight and had many folds.

Just as expected, her vagina had a strong suction at the entrance, and the inner walls were what is commonly known as an orange peel.

He couldn't believe that such a peerless beauty was also a peerless treasure, and he couldn't help but stick his tongue in and lick it.

The most he could do with her vagina was finger play and licking, after all, she was a lady from a respectable family.

But he couldn't miss any of the other activities; at this moment, his mind was only on Weiwei's corpse.

He felt that his only purpose in life was to see that female corpse, and the essence of his life was being able to accompany Weiwei today.

He just wanted to have a good time, to reach orgasm again and again, to fulfill the blowjob, breast play, anal play, and foot play he had dreamed of that afternoon...

until he was too exhausted to continue, and only then could his soft, delicate body be cleaned.

The corpse lay motionless on the dissection table with her neck tilted back, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of the rushing water. He began to carefully and gently wash her body.

Her silky skin was extremely smooth and delicate; his hands could hardly feel any resistance when touching it. Her whole body was as smooth as slippery stone. He gently pushed on her soft, flat abdomen and then rubbed it against her full breasts, gently rubbing and washing away the semen.

He turned the corpse over and carefully began to clean her flawless, white back.

Her shoulder blades were small and delicate, and her slender shoulders perfectly matched the traditional aesthetic of a woman. As he gently rubbed her shoulders with both hands, a tender, almost fragile feeling of affection welled up within him!

No wonder he had been so captivated by that single glimpse of her back. After cleaning her back for a while, he gently spread her beautiful little buttocks apart, letting the water wash over her private parts, washing away all the semen from their battle.

His gaze never left her body; his hands continued to move over her flawless white flesh, washing her smooth, snow-white legs before beginning to wash her feet.

Her delicate, fragrant feet remained like jade shoots, possessing the alluring arches of a young girl. The veins on the insteps, hidden beneath the tender white skin, were strikingly visible. Under the rinsing water, her feet became even more translucent and exquisite, the ten neatly arranged, dainty toes like newly sprouted spring buds, fresh and tender.

He lifted the corpse's head—he wouldn't miss a single detail—and placed it under the running water, gently washing and caressing her face, even cleaning inside her ears, rinsing away the semen from her mouth and face. This jade-carved beauty became even more exquisite, unable to conceal her delicate charm.

He gathered her long, black hair, which she had cherished most in life; rinsed by the water, it was like a piece of fine silk in his hands, wet and smooth.

And so, he rinsed his beloved, beautiful corpse under running water for a full fifteen minutes, until every detail and every pore was thoroughly cleansed, washing away all impurities.

This breathtakingly beautiful, flawlessly sculpted body, like a lotus emerging from water, lay naked and serene on the autopsy table. Her meticulously

cared-for slender figure was exquisitely proportioned, with curves in all the right places, and carried the faint fragrance of a young girl. Her poetic purity and dreamlike mystery still captivated him.

He admired her from head to toe; the corpse was pure white and flawless, her expression serene and tranquil, like a holy sleeping beauty, too beautiful to be disturbed.

Afterwards, this sleeping beauty was left alone in the autopsy room.

She remained a virgin until her death, yet less than a day after her passing, she was defiled and violated by a complete stranger.

However, this was only the beginning.

In the darkness, a man entered the autopsy room—it was Wang.

He had missed the crime scene, but saw the victim's photo at the case analysis meeting. She was such a beautiful girl, and a wicked thought crossed his mind, leading him to this place late at night.

As expected, the victim was stunningly beautiful. Lying on the autopsy table, she had only recently died; her body wasn't stiff yet, and she looked like a sleeping beauty. He couldn't resist embracing and kissing her.

Knowing he couldn't deflower her, he decided to have sex with her anus.

The beautiful woman lay there, and he climbed on top of her, embracing her, thrusting his hips forcefully until he was drenched in sweat, constantly changing positions, performing his passionate act with the deceased.

The woman's long, flowing black hair swayed in the wind with his movements, making her seem alive.

He panted heavily, roared, and ejaculated. After a while, he calmed down and began kissing the corpse with a fervent passion.

He kissed the female corpse, pulling out her tongue with his teeth, holding it in his mouth, and greedily sucking it…

III. The Truth Comes Out The next day, Thursday, September 18th.

The Wangjiang Hotel is located in the northeast of Santai City, a modern building.

The hotel manager is Zou Wenying, who is popular throughout Santai City.

Manager Zou is a shrewd woman with a cheerful and generous personality, and all the staff in the hotel admire her.

At this moment, Liu and Liao are sitting in Zou's magnificent office.

"Manager, we would like to ask you if you know this person." Liu handed over a photo.

"Oh my, it's her—Gu Weiwei!" Zou exclaimed in surprise as soon as she took the photo.

"What happened to Gu Weiwei?"

"She was murdered." Liu told Zou.

"What?" Zou's face changed drastically.

The photo in her hand also fell to the ground.

She murmured as if in a dream,

"She's been murdered..."

"Yes, we are investigating this case. Please provide any clues, Manager Zou," Liao said.

Manager Zou shed tears of sorrow.

"Manager, could you provide any information about Gu Weiwei's unusual behavior a few days ago?" Liu asked.

"Let me look into it. I'll contact you if I find any clues..." Zou stopped crying and said to the two officers.

"Okay, we'll take our leave then. Manager Zou, just come to the police station if you need anything."

After leaving the hotel, Liao said, "Haisheng, I think we should also check out Gu Weiwei's house!"

"Okay!" Liu agreed, accelerating the motorcycle.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at Weiwei's house.

They were greeted by a woman in her forties.

She was Gu Weiwei's mother.

"You are Gu Weiwei's mother?" Liao asked.

"Yes," Gu's mother replied warmly, pouring tea for the officers.

"How many people are in your family?" Liao asked in a casual tone.

"Four," Gu's mother replied with a smile.

“Her father works at the Municipal Bureau of Materials, Weiwei works as a waitress at the Wangjiang Hotel, and her younger daughter is still in school. I’m a housewife.”

Liao looked at the enthusiastic old woman, really not wanting to tell her the devastating news.

She thought that if Gu’s mother knew about her daughter’s murder, she would be heartbroken.

But she had no other choice but to tell her the truth.

So, Liao said, “Auntie, your eldest daughter…”

Before Liao could finish, Gu’s mother interrupted, “Oh, don’t even mention her. She came back the day before yesterday afternoon, her face as worried as if it were about to rain. Then she went out and hasn’t come back since. Something must have happened at the hotel.”

While Liu and Liao were still undecided, the door was suddenly flung open, and someone entered.

It was a young girl, about sixteen years old, graceful and beautiful, and looked remarkably like Gu Weiwei.

“Sister, sister…” The girl burst into tears.

“She was murdered.”

“What?!”

Gu’s mother stared wide-eyed and asked, “Is it true?”

The girl nodded.

Immediately, Gu's mother burst into tears.

Liao comforted her, "Auntie, don't be sad..."

Gradually, Gu's mother stopped crying.

She looked at a "Family Reunion" poster hanging on the wall.

"The purpose of our visit is to learn about your family's situation," Liu said slowly.

The girl looked up and asked, "What do you want to know?"

Liao asked, "Did your sister exhibit any unusual behavior before she was murdered?"

The girl thought for a moment and said, "The day before yesterday afternoon, my sister came home from work, and she was in a very bad mood... She had a worried face, didn't talk to me, and went into her room... I thought something had happened at the hotel, so I didn't pay much attention.

I only noticed that she was wearing a pair of white high heels, which were very stylish. I asked her where she bought them, but she didn't answer, so I didn't ask anymore... Oh, when she got back to her dorm, she kept reading a letter, and the more she read, the angrier she got..."

"What was in the letter?"

"I don't know."

"Has Gu Weiwei been acting strangely lately?"

"No... She hasn't changed at all."

"When did she go out the night before last?"

"She left after dinner, without even saying goodbye..."

"...Could we take a look at Gu Weiwei's dorm room?" Liao asked the deceased's family for their permission.

Gu's mother nodded in agreement. She led Liu and Liao to a room.

This was a well-furnished bedroom, with a neatly trimmed bonsai tree on the windowsill, adding a touch of life to the room.

Gu's mother said to Liao, "Weiwei brought this bonsai tree back the day before yesterday afternoon."

"Please find the letter your sister read the day before yesterday, let's take a look," Liu said to Gu's younger sister.

Gu's younger sister started searching on the bed.

But it wasn't there.

She searched the desk drawer, but still couldn't find it.

The girl sighed softly, "Where did it go?"

"Who came here these past two days?" Liao asked.

"Gao Cang came; he's Weiwei's boyfriend," Gu's mother replied.

"When?" Liu continued.

"Yesterday morning."

"Where does he work?"

"The Municipal People's Hospital..."

Liu said, "We'll take this bonsai tree back for now. Is that alright?"

Gu's mother nodded in agreement. Liu picked up the flowerpot, then pulled Liao along and ran towards the motorcycle parked outside... The Municipal People

's Hospital was located in the city center.

Gao, who worked the afternoon shift, arrived very late today, an hour late.

He was very handsome, and his clothes were impeccably tailored.

This morning, he went to the Wangjiang Hotel and, upon hearing the news of Weiwei's murder, burst into tears, weeping uncontrollably.

This handsome young man was heartbroken at the loss of his beloved.

Just as Dean Du stepped down the stairs from his office, a nurse rushed up to him, anxiously saying, "Dean, two police officers have arrived and want to see you."

"Okay," Dean Du said.

"I'll go see them right away." He then walked into the conference room.

The two officers were Liu and Tang.

"What brings you here?" Dean Du asked, sitting down.

"We need to summon Dr. Gao Cang from the hospital. We'd like to request your permission, Dean," Liu asked, both humble and assertive.

"What?! Summon Gao Cang!" Dean Du was quite surprised.

Liu nodded and said, "He's a suspect in a murder case."

He then produced some documents.

As the attending surgeon at the Municipal People's Hospital, Gao was someone Dean Du valued highly!

But why was he involved in this murder case?

Before the truth was revealed, Dean Du nodded heavily and said, "Please proceed with the legal procedures."

A short while later, Liu and his colleague took Gao to a jeep and drove away.

This was a very serious pre-trial room, where Gao's interrogation would take place.

After sitting down, Liu asked, "Gao Cang, why did you kill your fiancée, Gu Weiwei?"

"I deserve to die. I killed Weiwei. I deserve to die!…" Gao said, his face pale and his voice trembling.

Gao didn't try to defend himself, an attitude that surprised all the officers present.

Liu asked, "Why did you kill her?"

"Because she found out about something I didn't want anyone else to know…"

"Please explain in detail."

Gao sobbed, "I killed Weiwei. Last night, I thought about it all night, all I could think about was death... Weiwei, I'm so sorry!..."

At first, Gao was very sad, but slowly, he stopped crying and said, "Weiwei and I started dating in the second half of the year before last. At that time, I had just graduated from medical school and returned to my old workplace.

One day, a young woman came to see a doctor. That was Weiwei. The moment I saw her, I fell in love with her, thinking she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

I asked her..." She generously gave me her address… That evening, I went to her house and brought her some fruit and food. She seemed to like me a lot.

Afterwards, I confessed my feelings to her, and she accepted… Then, on the afternoon of the 16th, she stormed over, angrily shouting, “Gao Cang, come out!” I quickly put down my book and went out with her. “Gao Cang, are you going to turn yourself in or should I report you?” she asked me on the way.

I was completely bewildered: “What is it?”

“What is it? You know yourself… The Cultural Revolution, you think it’s all over now, and no one knows your crimes. Humph!” She finished speaking and waved a letter in her hand.

…At that moment, my face turned deathly pale, and I was at a loss for words.

“Think about it. I’ll wait for your reply tonight,” Weiwei said, and ran off…”

“Please explain in more detail,” Liao said.

"...After Weiwei ran away, I thought about it for a long time and finally made up my mind to kill her! When it got dark, Weiwei found me and asked me what I was planning to do. I stammered and didn't say anything.

'Then let's go to the police station to talk!' she said, 'I'll report it.'

I was scared, my eyes reddened, I grabbed her, took out a rope I had prepared beforehand from my pocket, tied her up tightly, and then injected her buttocks with a very strong anesthetic. ...I killed Weiwei...I took Weiwei to a grassy area in the suburbs..."

"When did you inject her with the anesthetic?" Liao asked.

"...Probably around eleven o'clock..." Gao replied.

"Where is the letter that Gu Weiwei had?" Liu asked again.

"I burned it—I found it in Weiwei's dormitory the day after I killed her."

"What was the contents of the letter?"

"The letter said that I killed Liu Min."

"Did you give this bonsai to Gu Weiwei?" Tang asked, pointing to the bonsai on the interrogation table.

"I never gave her a bonsai," Gao denied.

"What about these shoes?" Liu picked up the pair of off-white leather shoes on the table and asked.

"I didn't give them to her either… On the 16th, Weiwei was wearing these shoes," Gao said, staring at the shoes.

"Where are the artifacts?" Tang suddenly asked.

"Artifacts? I don't know!" Gao shook his head.

A moment of silence.

"Gao Cang, what exactly is it that you're keeping from others?" Liu asked.

"You wouldn't have asked, but I would have told you..."

Gao Nuli recalled, then said, "That happened during the Cultural Revolution. At that time, I was a cashier at the Municipal People's Hospital, in charge of cash. One night, a group of rebels broke into the hospital, claiming they wanted to search for a class enemy. They

didn't find the class enemy, but they made a scene in the hospital all night. They took any good tonics they saw, and stuffed anything useful into their pockets; later, they broke into the cashier's office and ransacked it.

Luckily, I had hidden the tens of thousands of yuan stored in the hospital very well, so they didn't take it... After they left, I was in a terrible state of mind, and I even had designs on those tens of thousands of yuan..." Early the next morning, I ran to the Revolutionary Committee of the hospital and lied that tens of thousands of yuan had been confiscated by the group from the previous night…

The situation was extremely chaotic at the time, and no one paid attention to the matter… Who knew that on the third night, Liu Min, the pharmacist at the hospital, suddenly found me and said that I had taken the tens of thousands of yuan and demanded that I confess to the Revolutionary Committee… At that time, I was terrified, afraid that I would be ruined from then on, so I killed him.

I made sure that the matter was flawless and spread rumors that Liu Min had participated in the armed conflict and was beaten to death. Alas! Who knew that Weiwei knew the details of this matter…”

Liu asked urgently, “Did Liu Min tell anyone else about you hiding the huge sum of money?”

“According to my investigation, he did not tell anyone else.”

Suddenly, he knelt on the ground and said.

“I don’t mind dying, please let me see Weiwei one last time.”

Liu exchanged opinions with Tang and Liao and said, “Okay.”

In the middle of the autopsy room, there were two autopsy tables, only the one near the refrigerator had a corpse covered with a white sheet.

Liao walked over and lifted the white sheet covering the corpse’s face.

When Gao saw that it was indeed Weiwei lying on the autopsy table, he burst into tears. He was about to rush over when Liu and Tang grabbed him. The officers were unwilling to take the risk; if they mishandled Weiwei's body, they wouldn't be able to explain it to their superiors.

Gao could only stop a step away. He saw that Weiwei's complexion was lifelike, her expression peaceful, and her beauty beyond compare.

Gao stared intently at Weiwei's sleeping face. Finally, he turned to Liu and said, "I have one more request: Weiwei and I originally planned to get married this year. Weiwei's wedding dress has already been ordered, but it hasn't been delivered yet.

I hope Weiwei can be buried wearing that dress, but her family definitely won't agree. Weiwei has a good friend at the Wangjiang Hotel named Jiang Lanlan. The wedding dress will be delivered to my house at the end of this month.

Please inform Jiang Lanlan to have the dress delivered to Weiwei's family, saying that it was ordered by Weiwei before she died, and that Weiwei wished to wear it twice in this life—on her wedding day and at her funeral. Please ask Weiwei's family to fulfill her wish."

Liu glanced at him and said, "Okay, I agree."

Gao said, "Thank you so much. I have no more worries."

"Good." Liu gestured to a detective standing by the door to take Gao away.

After taking Gao down, Liao asked Liu, "Haisheng, were you being a bit too polite to him?"

"Yes, I don't deny it,"

Liu said. "Gao Cang is a talented man, and I feel a little sorry for him. Secondly, he acted irrationally when he killed Gu Weiwei. When he came to his senses, he realized his actions were unforgivable." "

Then how do you explain his killing of Liu Min and embezzlement of a huge sum of money?"

"Well... anyway..." Liu was about to explain.

"Alright, let's not get sidetracked. Our main task now is to solve the case of the stolen cultural relics, not to discuss criminal psychology," Tang said.

Liao said, "Could we hypothesize that the cream-colored leather shoes Gu Weiwei was wearing were a gift from someone else, and that the bonsai was also a gift from someone else, and that the person who gave her the shoes and the bonsai was the same person who wrote the letter to Gu Weiwei?"

"That's possible," everyone agreed.

"Now, our task is to find out who sent the leather shoes? Who sent the bonsai? Who wrote this letter? The writer knew that Liu Min was killed by Gao Cang, which proves that Liu Min had told others about Gao Cang's embezzlement of a huge sum of money.

There's another possibility: the writer was a second person directly aware of Gao Cang's embezzlement—this is a key figure!" Liu said.

Everyone nodded.

"It's getting late, everyone should go back and rest!" Liu added.

Everyone got up and walked out.

Liu walked at the end.

He thought that with everyone's joint efforts, the case could be solved.

But what had Deputy Section Chief Wang been doing these past two days? It was a mystery…

After seeing everyone off, Liu ran into Zhang, and they chatted as they walked.

Zhang said, "At noon, Gu Weiwei's family came to identify the body and wanted to take it back. Director Cao asked them to come in a few days, and I also ask you to handle it as soon as possible. After all, the leaders of the Materials Bureau are not to be offended."

Liu said, "Okay."

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the autopsy room.

Due to the high level of the examination, Weiwei's head was still exposed outside the white sheet.

Liu stared at Weiwei's face and said, "Such a beautiful girl, she must have been full of vitality when she was alive."

"Of course!" Zhang suddenly ripped off the white sheet covering Weiwei's body and couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!"

Weiwei was slender, full, and healthy, with skin as delicate, tender, and lustrous as clam meat wrapped in cherry-colored cellophane.

Weiwei's hemispherical breasts were firm and alluring.

Zhang stared blankly at Weiwei's corpse, reaching out to touch her smooth buttocks, saying, "I really worry, whoever marries a beautiful girl like her, how long can they stay together?"

"Not long, and you won't have such a good appetite anymore,"

Zhang said thoughtfully.

"I'd like to try. If I could get such a treasure, I'd sell everything I own. I think just getting her clothes would cost a fortune." "

A lot."

"Yes, that's what I think."

"I'm going to the office to see if anything's wrong. Be careful not to damage this young lady's body." With that, Liu left.

Zhang continued to stare at Weiwei's corpse, recalling the pleasure of last night, thinking: Let me keep you company again tonight, my little darling. Who told you to be so seductive even in death? You're such a bewitching little vixen. Night had

fallen, and a satisfied Zhang had left, but Liu, as if possessed, went to the autopsy room.

Vivi lay quietly naked on the dissection table, pitifully beautiful, yet utterly helpless.

Many beautiful young women had once lay like this on the same table, completely naked, but their nakedness didn't matter anymore. Just

a dead body.

If left any longer, it would rot, its skin bursting, flesh exposed, stinking, swarming with maggots.

At that point, beauty would be indistinguishable, just a pile of rotting flesh, like rotten roast beef.

The stench would make it hard to swallow for a long time.

After a while, only bones remained; the stench would be gone, everything would be dry and white, still somewhat attractive.

However, most of those women hadn't reached that point yet; no rotting, no bones.

They were merely dead, some hadn't even begun to stiffen.

Most were quite attractive women; that was clearly evident.

How wonderful it would be to have sex with them while they were still alive!

But even seeing a naked female corpse didn't arouse any excitement, because they were already dead.

But now, this girl before him felt fundamentally different from other female corpses.

She so alluring, so captivating, stirred a man's desire.

He sensed his thoughts subtly shifting: beautiful women are a scarce resource, their scarcity not in their lives, but in their bodies.

So even in death, their value as a scarce resource remained undiminished. To waste them by throwing them into the crematorium or burying them in the earth would be a tremendous waste.

They should be preserved. Even if traditional ethics prevented him from using them, their quiet elegance far surpassed that of the vibrant beauties swaying their hips on the catwalk.

This stunningly beautiful corpse before him was undoubtedly a first-rate gem.

His heart raced, his mouth went dry; he would not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He rolled the naked corpse back and forth on the dissection table, the exquisitely shaped body appearing incredibly soft under his powerful hands, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

He was mesmerized, his hands beginning to roam freely over the corpse, from her face to her toes, then from her toes to her chest.

Vivi allowed him to manipulate her into various positions to suit his pleasure, caressing every inch of her skin. In just a few minutes, he knew her intimately; she couldn't even control her own toes, let alone resist.

He continued to turn the corpse, rolling her halfway across the autopsy table until she lay obediently face down, her long, shapely legs straight and proudly displayed before him, heels pointing towards the ceiling. Her thighs, full and swollen with feminine curves, connected gracefully to her round, hill-like buttocks and slender waist.

The soft, feminine curves stirred his heart, and he couldn't resist giving her firm, elastic buttocks a few playful pinches and slaps. Waves of fat rippled outwards, causing the flesh to tremble and quiver, further arousing him. He lifted

her beautiful buttocks, making her round, full bottom stick out completely, assuming an extremely seductive kneeling position, revealing her perfect peach-shaped buttocks. He grabbed the corpse's ankles, spread them apart, and thrust his engorged penis towards her anus…

After venting his desires, a feeling of pity welled up within him.

These beautiful women who had once lain here might have been someone's lover, someone's unrequited love, someone admired, longed for, and fantasized about, yet here they lay after death, being casually defiled and played with, completely unable to resist.

This pity was so cheap that even he gave a self-deprecating laugh and left this free brothel where leftovers were consumed.

IV. The Third Day of the Reeds and the Beauty: Friday, September 19th.

Gao was locked in the interrogation room, his mind filled with the image of Weiwei.

An angelic beauty, now reduced to something called a "corpse," and even more specifically, a "female corpse" because of her gender. The quantifier had become "one," and the verb "to pull" had become "to pull.

" For "a female corpse," descriptions of gentleness, kindness, elegance, etc., were meaningless.

No, that was forever with her, whether in life or death; all her qualities had become a part of her, her beauty forever hers.

Once again, he dreamt of their first meeting.

It was two years ago, a September morning. Just beginning his workday, he suddenly felt a glimmer of light before him, and his gaze was fixed on the young woman who had come for a checkup.

She was just over sixteen, seemingly a student, and possessed a beauty that could only be described as perfect; she had everything every woman in the world longed for.

As his gaze swept from her captivating face to her entire body, he couldn't help but marvel at her flawless figure.

From her slender toes to her willow-like waist wrapped in a silk dress, she was like a work of art, displaying exquisitely sculpted beauty.

Her body, dressed in a casual suit, appeared somewhat thin, but with his discerning eye honed by experience with women, he had long since discerned just how voluptuous her most prominent features were.

If she were stripped naked, her body would certainly be as imagined; but now, draped in light gauze, it only fuels a man's fantasies.

However, what attracted him wasn't merely the allure of her face and figure, but also the refined upbringing revealed in her simple, natural, and generous speech.

Her very being was like a diamond buried underground, radiating light from within.

A woman's natural beauty, coupled with excellent upbringing, made her a work of art—truly perfect.

Yet, like a work of art, she hadn't been touched, retaining a purity untouched by men.

Her parents' strict protection had kept her unaware of the dangers of men; thus, like an animal in a zoo, she was utterly unsuspecting.

Although her body was fully developed, her innocent smile, her kind and approachable manner, and her lively and straightforward speech all indicated that she was still powerless against men.

This encounter led her to the only love of her life, and also the one who took her life.

Two weeks ago, on September 5th, the 26th of the seventh lunar month, an auspicious day for engagements, the Gao and Gu families became engaged.

He had skillfully and subtly approached her, almost winning the beautiful princess's heart; yet, just eleven days later, to protect himself, he was forced to kill her with his own hands.

The scene from the night before last seemed to replay before his eyes.

Shortly after drinking a beverage laced with sleeping pills, the pills took effect. Weiwei seemed to understand what was about to happen, giving Gao a weak glance before slowly closing her eyes and collapsing onto the table like a bundle of cotton.

Gao picked up Weiwei and laid her flat on the large bed in the master bedroom, removing her cream-colored high heels.

Seeing her lying quietly on the bed, her firm, full breasts rising and falling rhythmically, her eyes closed, but her delicate lips slightly parted, he couldn't resist leaning down and giving her a deep kiss—moist and soft. She instinctively turned over.

He was burning with desire, so he turned her over to lie on her side, bending one of her thighs so he could easily caress her thigh, buttocks, and mons pubis simultaneously.

His right hand gently touched her nipple, while his left hand traced her particularly high and pert buttocks along her back. She was dazed, her eyes tightly closed, seemingly in a state of blissful ecstasy.

Wearing a layer of clothing was too much trouble, so he quickly tossed her shirt aside.

He enjoyed her alluring, youthful fragrance as he laid her body flat.

He licked her eyebrows, eyelids, and adorable ears and nose, and of course, her tempting little mouth.

He kissed her slightly parted lips again, forcefully prying them open with his tongue, thrusting it inside and swirling it around, his tongue penetrating deep into her mouth, savoring the pleasure of sucking on her moist tongue.

Then, he lay on her breasts, licking her sparse, sweet armpit hair.

"Mmm…mmm…" As he expected, her breathing gradually deepened, and she began to moan softly.

Beneath the pure white bra, her high, firm breasts rose and fell, half-exposed, the alluring and deep cleavage clearly visible between them.

He first touched the parts not covered by the bra, then lowered his head to gently suckle, before simultaneously removing the bra with both hands. Two white, elastic mounds of flesh broke free of their restraints and sprang forth, naked before him. Her

fair, jade-like breasts trembled slightly, their beautiful curves alluring and sensual.

Her breasts were full and firm, even now, lying on her back on the bed, they remained upright and erect, like two overturned bowls.

He looked at those freshly baked white breads, and curiously pressed the core of her breasts with his right index finger, testing their elasticity and softness; he was extremely satisfied.

He pressed her down on the bed, spread his right index and middle fingers, and pinched her left pink, smooth nipple between them, repeatedly lifting and lowering it; the nipple soon hardened.

He opened his mouth again and took her right breast into his

mouth, sucking hard with a smacking sound. His right hand followed suit, grabbing her large, heaving breast, his fingers gripping it tightly. He immediately felt its softness, fullness, and elasticity; each squeeze was met with a powerful bounce back.

He squeezed again, and it bounced back again. With each stroke and suckle, the stimulation pushed her to the peak of ecstasy. Her body was covered in fragrant sweat, and her panting grew faster and faster, until it almost turned into a series of moans: "...Ah...ah...um...ah...ah...um..."

He hadn't expected her to be so sensitive! After eighteen years of celibacy, beneath that thin layer of skin, her body had just reached the peak of maturity, yearning for a man's penetration. Years of abstinence made her sensual body unable to withstand even the slightest touch from a man, trembling slightly as if electrocuted.

"...Ah...ah...oh...oh...ah...um..."

Her pleasurable moans and desperate expression fueled his lust even more; he knew she was aroused.

But his hands didn't loosen their grip; his mouth greedily sucked on her areola and licked her nipple, as if trying to draw out milk.

He wanted to raise her cries an octave higher!

His free left hand casually lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of jade-like legs encased in light flesh-colored, ultra-thin, transparent pantyhose, and beneath the stockings, thin, narrow, pure white thongs!

He stroked her legs back and forth, the silky smoothness instantly washing over him—smooth, soft, and slightly warm to the touch. It was hard to find a word to describe the feeling; the silky texture and dazzling color of the stockings brought him immense visual and tactile pleasure.

He temporarily spared her breasts, spending some time fondling her stockinged legs and feet. Then, he began to gently pull the stockings down her legs, following the curves of her thighs. The stockings gradually wrinkled and rolled into a circle,

revealing her exquisitely beautiful legs to the air. The inner thighs, plump and fleshy, were so white and delicate they were almost translucent, tempting him to caress them.

When his hand reached her feet, her rounded heels had already slipped out of the stockings. He stretched out two fingers, pinched the top of the stocking, and gently pulled, revealing her pink, smooth toes.

These little feet were arguably the most beautiful he had ever seen—fair skin, delicate and refined, neither too fat nor too thin, just right, with a high arch that formed a captivatingly feminine curve!

Ten toes of harmonious size formed a graceful semi-circle, and several veins protruded slightly on the full instep. Under the light, these jade-like feet, perfectly matching her face, were made even more beautiful and captivating.

Reluctantly setting down her feet, he moved his hand down her plump, white thighs, slipping his hand behind her panties and kneading her round, firm buttocks. Her full, round, and elastic buttocks rippled with waves of sensual flesh as he grasped and released them, giving his hand a great pleasure.

He ripped off her panties, parted her limp legs, and her budding vulva was revealed before him. He couldn't help but swallow hard.

The woman's most private parts were now completely exposed to him.

Just as he had imagined, she was still a virgin.

This small area, intact for eighteen years, was now at his mercy to be viewed and played with at will.

At this moment, her vulva was completely exposed to him.

Her vulva was very well-maintained; the outer labia majora were still a tender, white flesh color, surrounded by fine black hair. He couldn't resist parting the two thick labia, revealing the tender pink labia minora and the opening inside.

The labia minora were incredibly beautiful, thin and long, like two fleshy ridges, soft and vibrant.

At the junction of the labia minora was a engorged, erect clitoris. He couldn't help but praise, "Your vulva is so beautiful here, I want to touch it properly."

Having just temporarily escaped his clutches, she had caught her breath and was once again aroused and teased.

He reached between her legs and touched her honeyed opening, which was already wet and warm.

Every time he rubbed his finger against the fleshy clitoris, her body trembled. Sometimes he inserted his finger a little deeper into her peach blossom opening, and she trembled as if electrocuted.

He carefully inserted his fingers into her honey hole, but couldn't go any further than two centimeters. He could feel her hymen pressing tightly against him. He carefully and gently pulled in and out of that remaining two centimeters, feeling as if the eighteen-year-old virgin's vagina was constantly sucking and squeezing his fingers.

He pressed down on her, kissing her lips, while his fingers didn't stop, still rubbing and inserting at the entrance of her vagina, gradually feeling her vagina continuously flowing with lustful fluid.

Her delicate body writhed incessantly as he rubbed and thrust.

Her whole body trembled continuously, and she moaned intermittently in pain again: "Ah...ah...um..."

After a while, he turned around and took off her skirt. Shock! In the dense forest, the flowing lustful fluid soaked the entire bed sheet! He hadn't expected her to be so excited!

"Um...oh...um..."

She seemed unable to bear it any longer, reaching her hands towards her genitals.

He stood up, walked to her heels, and lifted her feet onto his shoulders.

Before him lay her erect labia, pink flesh framing a winding creek.

He removed her hands, parting the petals with his tongue and sucking them alternately.

Occasionally, he would bite the labia, savoring the rare delicacy like honey-glazed ham, then fiercely sucking at the vulva, frantically churning the vaginal fluids with his tongue until they were completely licked clean.

However, his tongue seemed to encounter an obstacle: her hymen.

Out of love for her, he resolved never to break her virginity.

Unable to release his pent-up desire, he became ferocious, roughly licking the essence of her beautiful body.

She became anxious… her whole body writhed.

He gave her no chance to breathe, continuing to hold her clitoris in his mouth, his tongue skillfully licking back and forth, constantly drinking her secretions.

Because of his unrestrained caresses, she experienced love for the first time.

He said nothing to her sordid vulva, only lightly licking it with his tongue, forcefully sucking the nectar between her petals.

As he continued to caress her vagina, her body was stimulated, a numbing, tingling sensation rising and falling, transforming into intense pleasure, surging and overwhelming like a tidal wave, one after another crashing against her vulva.

Her love juices gushed out like a burst dam!

She involuntarily arched her back, presenting her parted petals to his philtrum.

He didn't care, opening his mouth to suck the overflowing love juices, almost completely draining the lubricating nectar from her vulva.

He made "tsk! tsk!" sounds as he sipped, and her vulva responded with "whoosh! whoosh!" sounds as her nectar flowed out. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her back arching almost like a bow.

At the same time, she threw her head back forcefully.

He knew she had reached the peak of her orgasm.

He never imagined that he could suppress his impulses in the face of such a stunning beauty.

On the other hand, perhaps for her, surrendering to her anxiety like this brought her more pleasure.

He lay on top of her, kissing every inch of her soft skin, gazing at her beautiful curves, still unable to believe that tonight's events were real.

Ah! She was so beautiful after the passion.

Her chest heaved with each breath, supporting a pair of delicate breasts, her face flushed slightly, her excited breathing still catching in the air, and between her long legs, her luscious labia shimmered with a seductive glow from her vaginal fluids, her disheveled hair mingling with sweat, exuding a captivating fragrance.

So this is what a woman is like after climax!

Seeing this alluring sight, he, already aroused, now had an unbearably hard penis.

Her body gradually relaxed, collapsing onto the bed.

He used two fingers to part her moist petals, slowly inserting them into her vaginal opening, stirring gently, continuing to lightly tease the little pearl that brought her to ecstasy with his tongue.

Another climax.

At this moment, she probably didn't know what she was thinking, only that she was being overwhelmed by wave after wave of desire.

Several times, she cried out in confusion and helplessness, her moans broken and intermittent, her hands flailing wildly in the air.

He shoved his already erect and thick penis into her mouth, thrusting violently hundreds of times before finally reaching a climax, his penis sinking deep into her throat, his hot, thick semen spreading deep into her little mouth.

Seeing his semen flowing from the corners of her alluring lips, the contrast between her bright red lips and milky white semen only accentuated her pitiful and seductive appearance!

His penis replenished its energy again, thrusting into her mouth hundreds more times, reaching deep into her throat, forcefully ejaculating the last of his semen deep into her mouth.

After resting for a moment, satisfied, holding her lustful body, his gaze turned to her genitals.

Two damp petals lay wide open, revealing flesh as red and luscious as tuna. The vaginal opening was agape, glistening with a mixture of white, cloudy nectar and vaginal fluid, seemingly inviting penetration.

His lust, aroused and with nowhere to vent, led him to find a rope and engage in a sadomasochistic game…

Exhausted afterward, he still couldn't resist her allure, kissing every inch of her beautiful skin, starting with her small feet. Just as

he was about to dress her, he remembered she was dirty, so he carried her, still immersed in bliss, to the bathroom, where they took a long bath in the large tub.

Looking at her bathing in his arms, he noticed her breasts were so large they seemed to float on the water.

He laid her down on the edge of the large bathtub, held his penis in his hand, and sat down on her lower abdomen. He then slowly placed his grotesque member between her deep cleavage, taking a deep breath to prevent his scrotum from becoming erect. He gently kneaded her full, white breasts with both hands, clamping his penis between them, engaging in breast sex.

Excitedly, he swayed his body, sitting on her soft, silken abdomen, smooth and slippery, his purplish-black penis moving in and out between her two snow-white mounds.

Her high, firm, fragrant, white breasts, and the unfathomable cleavage between them, were the subject of countless gazes every day.

Her boyfriend had deliberately invited her to secluded places to talk several times, but she would only allow him to kiss her. When he tried to gently caress her soft, full breasts, she would always smile shyly and push him away, never making any further advances.

But whenever he caught a glimpse of her sweet and shy expression, he felt a surge of desire, a burning urge to force himself on her. However, he always felt that sex was a two-way street. Imagine, such a beautiful girl willingly climbing on top of you for sex—it would be enough to make any man's mind wander…

Her breasts were not only large, but also firm and elastic, with a beautiful shape.

At this moment, her pink nipples were erect.

He pinched her nipples with his fingertips, squeezing her breasts tighter and tighter, the pleasure intensifying.

Satisfied by the breast play, he rubbed more and more vigorously, finally ejaculating.

His penis didn't weaken despite multiple ejaculations; his semen, like a white jet of water, powerfully splattered onto her beautiful face and high breasts.

He looked at her, her cheeks flushed, her long hair disheveled, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, slumped limply by the bathtub, her snow-white naked body offering no resistance, a picture of utter vulnerability. He could no longer suppress his lust, and climbed onto her body again, beginning to caress her…

Then, as a doctor, he knew how to conceal his lewdness on her body, washing her thoroughly clean from head to toe. He

covered the rope marks left from their sadomasochistic games with a lie: she had been bound before the injection.

After her bath, her jade-like body lay sprawled on his newly made bed. He, barely suppressing his lust, injected the odessa into her left buttock, and she died instantly.

This odessa had been brought back from abroad by his mentor, a professor who had returned from overseas, during his studies.

The fact that his mentor gave him such a precious gift showed how highly he valued him.

There was only a dosage for five injections.

He had carefully preserved it all these years, never mentioning it to anyone. He knew that Odessa would never spoil or lose its effectiveness. On the 16th, although he had resolved to kill Weiwei, he couldn't bear to let death rob her of her beauty, so he used an injection of Odessa.

Odessa is undetectable.

Because Weiwei had taken sleeping pills, the forensic doctor would definitely associate the needle mark on her buttocks with the cause of death, concluding that Weiwei died from an overdose of anesthetic.

Finally, Weiwei's body was transported to a grassy area in Willow Bay on the outskirts of the city.

Looking at the sleeping beauty before him, now deeply in love with her, he stayed with her for over two hours before reluctantly leaving…

Gao now truly regretted killing Weiwei from the bottom of his heart. This regret stemmed somewhat from the emotion he felt for her stiff yet fresh body.

Her stiffness wasn't the feeling of incomplete development; physically, she had just reached the peak of maturity.

That stiffness stemmed from a hidden anticipation and fear of the opposite sex, like a delicious treat hidden beneath delicate skin, indescribably wonderful.

Her unconscious movements were awkward and childish, yet her composed and dignified demeanor exuded an elegant fragrance.

It was as if traditional stubbornness had forged her body.

But under his guidance, she actively opened her body, a voluntary opening, and even before her hymen was broken, she tasted sensual pleasure for the first time.

Her high, rounded buttocks clearly displayed the curves of an ideal genital.

She possessed the foundation for pleasure and was in the beautiful period of budding romance; even the slightest external stimulation would inevitably cause her desires to erupt like a flood.

Such a beauty, if he could slowly develop and savor her, what more could he ask for in life? But for his own survival, he had to personally destroy the delicious treat he was about to obtain; fate was truly too cruel to him.

Even more ironically, after killing Weiwei to protect himself, he found himself unable to leave her.

Gao had now lost the will to live.

In truth, Weiwei never intended to report Gao; all she wanted was to see a strong Gao.

With just one word from Gao, "Come with me," she would have given up everything without hesitation.

Seeing Gao's timid and hesitant demeanor, she considered using reverse psychology, but ultimately died at the hands of the one she loved most.

Even knowing she was about to be killed by Gao, Weiwei had no regrets. Just like when she saw that letter after work that day, she unhesitatingly chose to stay with Gao until his last day.

This wish was ultimately fulfilled, and Weiwei felt she had no regrets in this life.

Yesterday was the last time Gao saw Weiwei, so close yet unable to touch her.

While alive, Weiwei's only sexual encounters with Gao were kisses and hugs, and the caresses, finger play, genital licking, sadomasochistic acts, blowjobs, and breast play she received from Gao while unconscious the night before last—these were all non-penetrative acts!

Less than a day after her death, Zhang subjected her to a full range of acts other than intercourse, including caresses, sadomasochistic acts, finger play, genital licking, blowjobs, breast play, anal play, and foot play.

Now, Gao and Weiwei are still at the police station, one detained in the interrogation room, the other lying sprawled in the autopsy room.

Gao never imagined that Weiwei would be wantonly molested and played with by two policemen tonight, her high, smooth breasts and plump buttocks being squeezed and fondled, her pink and sexy little mouth and anus being fucked repeatedly.

V. Angel in White, Day Four, Saturday, September 20th

. Gao, who lost everything due to a misunderstanding, recalled Weiwei lying on the autopsy table.

He seemed to recall a past event, right, it happened last summer.

One Friday afternoon, Weiwei came to the hospital to see Gao. She was supposed to go ballet class with her sister today, but her sister suddenly had something to do, and she didn't want to go alone, so she came to see Gao, only to find him looking very serious.

"What happened?" she asked with concern.

"Um... you know Yu Na, right?"

Weiwei nodded.

Yu Na was a surgical nurse, and Weiwei had seen her a few times; she was a pretty and lovely girl.

"She's dead."

"What?"

"The night before last, early Thursday morning, while on night shift, she died of heart failure. It was sudden, she didn't suffer much..."

"I want to see her one last time," Weiwei said.

"Okay."

Yu Na's background was quite pitiful. Two years ago, in this very hospital, her father, Ni Shou Kang, died in a medical accident, and her mother, Yu Hui Ying, went insane from the shock.

Out of guilt, the hospital arranged for Yu Na to work there.

On June 28th, Yu Na died before her twentieth birthday.

In the northwest corner of the hospital was a walled nursery, and in the northwest corner of the nursery was the morgue, running east-west along the hospital boundary, with its door facing east. Together with the autopsy room, mortuary, and other buildings located in the nursery to the south, it formed a T-shape.

The city's People's Hospital had top-notch expertise in autopsy and embalming, so the related buildings and equipment were very complete. Even the police station didn't have separate mortuary and embalming rooms; all related procedures were performed in the autopsy room.

At this moment, Yu Na was lying on the morgue bed. Gao lifted the white sheet covering her body, revealing it to Weiwei.

The lovely girl, who had only been dead for a day and a half, still retained the color of youth, with a faint pink hue on her cheeks. It was truly unrecognizable as a corpse.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved nurse's uniform, white cloth shoes, and a nurse's cap; she was truly a beautiful angel in white.

The night before last, it was Gao's shift.

Gao was asleep at the time.

At 2:30 AM, Yu Na must have gotten up to give the patient in bed 32 an injection when Gao suddenly heard a scream. He ran to check and found Yu Na dead.

The scene of Yu Na's violent death flashed before Gao's eyes again.

Behind the screen in the third-floor duty room, she lay flat on the floor in her nurse's uniform, her head slightly turned to the right, her arms naturally outstretched downwards, her hands limply half-clenched, right palm up, left palm down, her legs slightly apart, her feet in white cloth shoes.

Her lips were tightly closed, but her eyes were open.

Although her body was warm, there were no signs of life. Gao pronounced her dead on the spot and closed her eyes.

At that moment, Gao's mind was in chaos.

When he first returned to the hospital, he was immediately captivated by the young and beautiful Yu Na, and their relationship developed rapidly until Gao met Weiwei.

Yu Na respected Gao's feelings and withdrew voluntarily.

However, her love for Gao remained unchanged, and she continued to help him.

Gao also felt deeply guilty towards Yu Na, and at the same time, whether seeing or thinking of her beauty, he could only suppress his inner lust.

Before anyone else arrived, in his grief, Gao immediately found an odessa injection and injected it into Yu Na's buttocks just three minutes after she died, hoping to atone for his actions.

After the onlookers dispersed, Gao pushed the female corpse to the autopsy room, placed it on the dissection table, and personally conducted a routine examination to determine the cause of death.

Examining the body of a former colleague was not a pleasant experience, especially given Gao's unusual relationship with Yu Na.

No bloodstains were found.

There were no blunt force injuries or signs of foul play on the deceased.

It didn't seem like homicide or suicide.

Further examination revealed that the cause of death was sudden death due to heart failure caused by excessive shock.

After the autopsy, he took her to the mortuary and cleaned her thoroughly, from head to toe, leaving no part untouched, including her alluring feet, so she could no longer move.

These feet, though kept as soft and delicate as a baby's, seemed to have lost their practical use, but in reality, their true value was about to be revealed and elevated.

After being wiped clean, the body was sent to the morgue to dry.

Her fair face, fragrant breasts, verdant abdomen, graceful figure, and long, white legs, like a masterpiece of nature, were presented captivatingly to her beloved, stirring his imagination and filling him with longing.

On Thursday morning, Dr. Yao, the head of surgery, was deeply moved upon learning of Yu Na's accident.

Initially, he sympathized with her misfortune, arranged for her to work in his department, and took good care of her; she was grateful to him, and over the course of a year working together, she respected and admired his character and talent, the two sharing a father-daughter-like understanding and tacit agreement.

His marriage was strained; they only stayed together because of their child. The arrival of the beautiful and lovely Yu Na undoubtedly brought a breath of fresh air to their dull life; perhaps subconsciously, she was some kind of spiritual anchor for him.

After seeing Yu Na's body, Director Yao was even more heartbroken. He instructed Gao to handle Yu Na's funeral arrangements and requested a memorial service on Saturday morning.

So this morning, Gao carefully dressed her up.

At this moment, Weiwei, remembering that Yu Na was an orphan, asked, "What will happen to Yu Na's funeral arrangements?"

"She wished to donate her body. After the memorial service tomorrow morning, it will be frozen or embalmed."

"Will she wear this to the memorial service?"

"Yes, that's what Director Yao requested. He probably wants everyone to remember the times they worked together."

Looking at Yu Na's body, Weiwei felt something was missing.

That's right, it was her bare legs.

An unmarried young woman should dress more formally at a funeral, but due to the director's arrangement, she could only wear the nurse's skirt that didn't reach her knees. The skirt was so short that the hem and the sleeves were almost the same height, inevitably exposing her thighs. Moreover, if one looked up from the corpse's feet, Yu Na's underwear might be vaguely visible.

Weiwei suddenly remembered that she had a pair of ballet stockings in her bag that she used for dancing.

"I'd like to put a pair of pantyhose on her, is that alright?"

"Sure."

After removing Yu Na's shoes, Weiwei gently pulled up Yu Na's nurse's skirt, revealing a pair of white pantyhose.

Weiwei unpacked the pair of white matte ballet pantyhose and put them on Yu Na.

Dressing a dead person is not an easy task.

With Gao's help, she first pulled the stockings up to the top of her thighs, then helped Yu Na lie on her left side, pulled the right stocking over her right hip, then turned Yu Na to her right side and put on the left stocking in the same way. Finally, she had Yu Na lie face down and put on the stockings from behind.

Beneath the opaque, pure white stockings, white panties traced mysterious geometric patterns on Yu Na's alluring buttocks. Gao was about to admire them closely when Weiwei gently pulled down Yu Na's nurse's skirt.

Weiwei had originally intended for Yu Na to depart with more dignity, but unexpectedly, she had become a corpse tormented alongside Gao.

A blush rose on Weiwei's face, and she lowered her head, avoiding Gao's gaze, turning Yu Na over so she lay on the mortuary bed. She put on her shoes, brought her legs together, and straightened her clothes.

Then, Weiwei used two pillows to elevate Yu Na's head, so that her firm breasts, which easily became the focus of attention, were no longer at their highest point.

Finally, Weiwei held Yu Na's right hand in her left, placing it under her chin. Combined with her pure white attire, she resembled a Christian nun with her head bowed, eyes closed, and hands clasped in prayer—pure, solemn, and sacred.

Incidentally, the nurse's cap originated from Christianity.

Now, Yu Na was ready for tomorrow's farewell ceremony.

At this moment, Gao couldn't help but recall something a person he knew who worked at a crematorium had said: "The clothes dressed on the body are only for friends and relatives to see one last time before the body is sent to the incinerator, so they are usually chosen from the clothes the deceased liked in life.

It doesn't necessarily have to be bought from a funeral clothing store; these days there aren't many rules, especially when a young person dies, many tedious rituals can be omitted.

However, there are some things we need to pay attention to during the changing of clothes:

"First, the clothes shouldn't be too tight. Elastic tops and wide knee-length skirts are good. T-shirts and jeans are not good because the dead stiffen, especially the hands and legs, making it difficult to dress them.

Second, if dressing a female corpse in a skirt, it shouldn't be too short or too tight. The legs of a dead person are spread quite wide, and the mortuary platform is relatively high, so if the body is lying flat, it's easy to see under the skirt, which is very bad for the deceased.

A pleated skirt is good, and wearing dark stockings provides an extra layer

of protection. Besides, the skin of a dead person is pale, and it's unsightly to expose it; stockings can cover it up. Don't wear high heels; they contain metal, and the funeral home staff will ask you to remove the shoes when pushing the body into the furnace. Not wearing shoes is also fine. Knee-length stockings are also quite good."

The attire of Yu Na's body lying before them—a nurse's uniform, opaque pantyhose, and cloth shoes—basically matched that person's advice.

After Saturday's memorial service, Yu Na's body was temporarily placed in a freezer in the hospital morgue.

This tragically orphaned girl was terrified to death, lying on the cold cement floor. Her unrequited lover stripped her naked, examined her body, and washed her naked body, which had never been touched by a man before.

Then, her rival and lover manipulated her corpse, preventing her from finding peace in the end. She found her final resting place in a small, cold freezer.

She lay quietly in the freezer, accompanied only by the clothes Weiwei had arranged for her.

Of course, Weiwei's pantyhose remained wrapped around the corpse's legs, as if to provide some warmth in the freezer.

Gao, who desperately wanted to have sex with Weiwei but couldn't, turned his attention to Yu Na's corpse. Naturally cowardly, he dared not have two-timing her while she was alive, but now he had a target for his desires—after all, she was a sleeping beauty, seemingly alive.

Coincidentally, no one in the hospital wanted to preserve this unfortunate young woman in formalin as a specimen, much less dissect her for research or teaching purposes.

Director Yao instructed Gao to bury Yu Na's body on the seventh day after her death. Gao cleverly switched the day, and that night, Yu Na lay in Gao's bed.

Dressed in her nurse's uniform, she was as beautiful and pure as an angel in white. Her curvaceous figure and slender waist were even more alluring under the uniform, her full, firm breasts confidently pushing the fabric high.

Gao had dressed her seven days earlier, and seven days later, he removed those clothes from her body.

When he took off her shoes, he held her white cloth shoes to his nose and sniffed them; a faint, pleasant scent emanated from them, prompting him to inhale deeply several times.

Although there were no signs of death, she was indeed dead, and had died seven days ago, becoming a beautiful, naked female corpse, now preserved in her beauty by Odessa.

The stunningly beautiful woman, with her flawless, snow-white body, lay before him. The naked young woman on the bed possessed a pure and perfect beauty, her skin as smooth and delicate as silk, her curves highlighting her full breasts and hips.

Her long, black hair cascaded over the pillow, her legs long and straight, making it impossible to look away.

She lay there, unable to protect herself, completely at Gao's mercy, and perhaps this was what she desired.

Consumed by lust, he could no longer resist. He pulled out his erect penis, his swollen shaft pointing skyward, a full eight inches long, as if excited about deflowering this beauty. He applied lubricant to his penis, then gently pressed the hard, egg-like glans against her labia.

The moment of deflowering finally arrived. He grasped her breasts with both hands, took a deep breath, and slowly thrust his penis into the girl's body, even though there was lubricant.

But her vagina was tighter than he had imagined. Despite his forceful thrusting, his penis could only penetrate about an inch. Her cold vaginal flesh gripped his penis tightly, as if preventing him from going any further. He pulled his penis out halfway, then thrust it in again with great force, and his penis went in a little more. It was really tight.

He couldn't help but be surprised by the tightness of her vagina.

He continued to thrust forcefully, and with the lubrication of the oil, after a minute of effort, his glans finally touched her hymen.

He took a deep breath, grasped her breasts with both hands, lowered his waist, and thrust his penis deep inside. He felt the resistance being pierced by his cannon, and her virgin blood flowed out onto the bed.

Without the barrier of the hymen, his penis began to penetrate deeper, his hips thrusting with greater force, until it had penetrated about six inches, reaching the very end of her vagina!

He stopped all thrusting, enjoying the pressure from her cold, fleshy vagina, her muscles contracting and squeezing, constantly stimulating his penis. "

It's so tight," he cried out repeatedly.

He held his breath, his tongue pressed against his palate, concentrating, and his penis resumed its movements, thrusting in and out in a nine-shallow-one-deep pattern.

He could clearly feel her tender vaginal walls surrounding, caressing, writhing, and stimulating his penis, especially when it withdrew to the vaginal opening, the newly ruptured hymen gently scraping against the glans, like a soft little mouth licking his penis, making him feel incredibly good.

After about two hundred thrusts, he changed from nine shallow to one deep to five shallow to three deep, his penis thrusting faster into her vulva.

Her body was simply too good.

Every time he entered, he felt like he wanted to die inside her.

He withdrew his penis almost from her vagina, then forcefully thrust it back into her tender opening. His thick penis filled her tight vagina, reaching all the way to the cervix.

With all his might, he pushed his penis to the very end of her vagina, the egg-shaped glans pressing against her cervix, constantly pounding against her core.

Then, he reached his limit. He held her body tightly with both hands, his penis deeply penetrating her cervix, where he ejaculated wildly. The white, cloudy semen splattered against the walls of her uterus, first filling the entire uterus, then flowing back and filling her vagina!

The amount he ejaculated was truly enormous, so much so that it filled her entire vagina and then flowed back out of the vaginal opening.

The sight of the white, cloudy semen overflowing from her vaginal opening was truly precious and rare, yet she lay on the bed, oblivious, her fair and rosy skin flawless, like a fine jade carving, exquisite and translucent. Her

small, angular red lips were parted, as if crying for help, making one want to bite them immediately.

Her smooth, delicate neck, her flat, delicate abdomen, her rounded, long thighs, her full, beautiful buttocks, her curvaceous, tall, and well-proportioned figure, and that alluring triangle area, mysterious like a secluded valley in the deep mountains—a picture of a beautiful woman being violated.

And so, she became his sex toy for his gratification.

Even more miraculously, a year after her death, she was completely restored to her state at the time of her death; her hymen had also fully recovered, allowing him to deflower her once more.

Unexpectedly, just over a year later, it was Weiwei's turn to lie on the high bed and the dissection table in the same way.

This time, who would dress up this beautiful princess?

Men often have a nurse complex, especially doctors who spend their days with angels in white.

The shocking case of the "One Hair" sexual assault murder in Chiayi sixteen years ago is such an example.

Xie Xia was probably the youngest and most beautiful nurse in the city, having just graduated from school.

At twenty years old, she was still in the most beautiful and vibrant season of her youth.

She was undoubtedly the school beauty, with a slender and graceful figure, perfectly proportioned, even more alluring than a fashion model.

Her face, as vibrant and delicate as rose petals, was adorned with large, deep, dreamlike eyes.

A delicate, petite nose, cherry-red lips, and beautifully sculpted cheeks—it seemed as if all the virtues of the most beautiful women throughout history and across the world were concentrated on her face!

Just looking at her was enough to make one's heart flutter, not to mention her flawless, almost translucent, skin, as delicate and smooth as a newly blossoming bud, making one dizzy with admiration and unable to look directly at her.

In the hospital, she was like a pure and flawless Snow White, a fairy untouched by worldly concerns.

Even though she was engaged, she remained a pure, innocent, and beautiful virgin.

It wasn't until much later that she truly experienced the joy of being a woman.

But that was at the price she was forced to offer up her sacred, noble, and pure virginity against her will.

That day, her beastly dean, using the excuse that he had drunk too much and needed help, led her to his bedroom, only to suddenly close the door.

Although she had long been disgusted by his lecherous stares, he still took advantage of her confusion and panic as she looked at him, grabbing her tightly and refusing to let go no matter how much she struggled.

The girl's snow-white hands desperately pushed against his strong, ox-like body, but how could she escape his clutches?

She pleaded, "Dean... what... what are you doing?... Ah... let... let go... please... please let... let go..."

He tightened his grip on her slender, supple waist, lewdly chuckling, "Heh...heh...little beauty, I've missed you for so long, don't be afraid! You haven't tasted that thing yet, have you? I guarantee you'll be in ecstasy later..."

She blushed, enduring his obscene words, while desperately pushing against the man's broad shoulders with her delicate, snow-white hands, arching her back to prevent him from touching her mature, full, and towering breasts.

But then, he produced a cloth from somewhere and covered her mouth and nose. She felt waves of drowsiness wash over her, her will being eroded.

It was an anesthetic!

Her resistance weakened, and he tightened his grip, finally pressing the terrified, beautiful virgin's chaste, delicate, and soft breasts firmly against his chest.

"Mmm..." she groaned softly, feeling a little breathless. Never before had a man been so close to her; the scent of a mature man permeated her heart, making the beautiful, innocent virgin both shy and anxious.

He felt the breath of the stunning beauty in his arms, a fragrance unique to virgins, filling his senses.

Her breasts, rising and falling rapidly, pressed against his chest; even through the nurse's uniform, he could feel the two adorable protrusions on her soft, full breasts... His blood surged, and he bent down, ignoring her struggles, and lifted her up.

Her beautiful, innocent face flushed with embarrassment, her body growing increasingly limp.

Reluctantly, she closed her dreamy, beautiful eyes, finally drifting into a sweet dream.

He carried this defenseless beauty to the bedside and pressed her limp body beneath him.

His ugly face, filled with wicked lust, kissed her exquisite face, kissed her soft, red lips.

Her two firm, erect breasts stood upright.

He grasped her soft, perky breasts through her pristine white uniform, his large, powerful hands kneading and caressing them, reveling in the beauty and purity of the virgin beneath him.

Never before had a man touched her breasts; his touch sent shivers down her spine.

He skillfully and patiently caressed her high, tender breasts, gentle yet firm.

As he stroked and caressed her erect nipples, her breathing grew heavier and more rapid, a tingling pleasure gradually intensifying, penetrating her very soul, causing her body to tremble and soften.

Overjoyed, he continued to caress her full, perky breasts with one hand, while his other hand groped downwards, a devilish hand moving down from her high, perky breasts.

His fingers traced her soft, slender waist, caressed her rounded, smooth thighs, and then slipped between her tightly closed thighs. He parted her jade- like legs, reached into her lower body, and pressed firmly against her delicate, shy vulva, kneading it wantonly. A surge of youthful heat from her body flowed directly into his palms and his brain.

Never before had a man touched such a private part of her. With his caresses, a tingling sensation penetrated her very core, as if reaching deep into her womb.

He felt her lower body growing hotter and hotter, her exquisite face becoming increasingly flushed, her breathing more and more rapid. He excitedly continued to tease the beautiful, pure, and lovely woman beneath him. Before he knew it, he felt a small damp patch on the thong in his palm, and he was overjoyed.

He began to strip naked. The beautiful, innocent virgin beneath him, when fully conscious, had tried desperately to suppress the surging, unfamiliar, frightening, and shameful lust in her mind. But the normal physiological reactions long buried within a mature young woman, once awakened, could no longer be quelled.

She could no longer control the raging lust in her mind, nor the shameful physiological reactions of her body; her delicate, flawless face flushed crimson.

Fearing she would overexcite herself and wake from the anesthesia, he removed her nurse's uniform and injected an anesthetic into her left hip.

He knew that after ten minutes of unconsciousness, the anesthesia needed to be administered again; otherwise, simply covering the mouth and nose with the medication would soon bring on the person's consciousness.

There are several methods of anesthesia: oral, inhalation, and injection; injections can be further categorized as intradermal, subcutaneous, intramuscular, intravenous, and intraosseous infusion.

The most convenient method is intramuscular anesthesia, but if the recipient resists, the syringe is highly likely to break, making successful injection of the drug virtually impossible amidst vigorous resistance.

Therefore, he used a method of first administering respiratory anesthesia, followed by intramuscular injection.

He removed her nurse's shoes and ripped off her bra, revealing a pair of snow-white, full, soft, and perky breasts in a panic!

On that dazzlingly white, jade-like skin, the tips of two shyly exposed, soft, and lovely breasts, with their vibrant, rosy nipples like shyly blooming flower stamens in the snow, trembled slightly as they met his lustful gaze.

She was completely naked except for a pair of briefs; the girl's exquisitely sculpted, smooth, and beautiful body was now completely naked before him.

His hand, through her thin panties, gently pressed against the girl's full, slightly protruding, soft mons pubis. Her beautiful, pure body trembled involuntarily. He was secretly delighted and immediately pulled down her panties. The stunningly beautiful girl was now completely naked.

At the base of her exquisitely smooth, snow-white, long legs, a tuft of light black, slightly curled pubic hair shyly concealed the alluring cleft.

Seeing this flawless, snow-white, beautiful body, like a pure goddess, lying naked on the bed, he excitedly pressed down on her.

He took one of her full, snow-white breasts into his mouth, sucking on the delicate pink nipple, while his other hand grasped and kneaded her other firm, soft breast!

He gently caressed her fair, delicate, and translucent skin, his hand gliding over the slender, smooth waist and soft, beautiful abdomen of this pure, beautiful, and shy woman, before thrusting into her lower body!

"Ah..." A hot and shy cry escaped from her small, delicate, rosy lips, marking the beginning of her first shy moaning.

He wantonly teased and caressed her boneless, beautiful body. How could a pure virgin, untouched by human experience, withstand such teasing, especially the lewd hand that was inserted into her lower body, so gently yet passionately caressing and kneading the soft, tender labia of this beautiful and innocent girl?

"Ah...ah...ah..." Her mind went blank, but she still couldn't suppress the blush-inducing moans that burst from her lips.

He teased the girl's delicate and shy heart for a while, and then, from between the tightly closed, rosy slits of her lower body, one drop, two drops, of crystal-clear, slippery, milky-white, viscous virgin love fluid gradually increased, forming a stream of slippery virgin jade dew that flowed out of her lower body, covering his hand.

He parted her shyly clenched legs, raised his penis, and pressed it down onto her lower body.

His enormous, fiery "snake" was covered in the thick, sticky fluid flowing from her lower body, and her vagina was already wet and slippery!

He easily pressed the head of his penis against her tightly closed, slippery, soft labia. With a slight effort, the head of his penis parted the two tender, slippery labia. With a thrust, his large, rounded penis squeezed into her wet, fiery, slippery labia, reaching the entrance of her vagina.

Amidst the delicate furrowing of the beautiful, innocent virgin's eyebrows and her soft, melodious cries, he thrust forward again, his large, thick penis piercing her hymen, the last proof of her purity.

"...Ah...ah...ah...um..." She furrowed her brows, letting out a shy, soft cry, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. On the white sheets beneath her, there were specks of her virginity.

Consumed by lust, he ignored the virgin's cries of pain, thrusting deeper and deeper into her vagina. Amidst the cries of pain from the beautiful, pure virgin being deflowered, he finally penetrated her completely, his hot, hard penis tightly filling her narrow, delicate virgin vagina, which was now "opened for you."

An unprecedented, extreme pleasure made her body go numb and weak. Deep inside her, it was so full, so tight, filling every inch of her sacred, deep virgin vaginal walls.

Her sacred virginity had been ruthlessly possessed by him.

Her face was flushed with shyness, her jade cheeks blushing. The huge "flesh drill" deeply inserted into her body was so full and hot, filling her already empty and lonely flower core and secret passage.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." she gasped repeatedly.

He let his penis soak in her slippery, moist vagina, his hands caressing her delicate, silky, smooth, and translucent skin, his tongue gently rubbing her tender, firm, and incredibly sensitive nipples.

His hands then caressed her long, smooth, snow-white, and rounded legs, lingering at the base of her hot, tender thighs, teasing her, his teeth lightly biting her rosy, delicate nipples!

As her breathing quickened again, her bright red lips parted shyly, and she began to moan softly. Her soft, tender virgin nipples gradually became engorged and erect, and his own penis, immersed in her tight, delicate vagina, grew thicker and longer. He began to gently thrust within her slippery, soft vagina.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Her face flushed with shyness, her jade cheeks blooming with spring as she moaned softly. The loss of her virginity, the first time she lost her virginity, overwhelmed her by an unprecedented, intoxicating pleasure that drove her to the brink of ecstasy.

The alluring and pure beauty's soft, jade-like body, smooth and delicate as white jade, rose and fell with his thrusts and penetrations, responding to his lewd thrusts.

He withdrew his penis from her vagina, then plunged it deep inside her again, gradually increasing the pace.

"Ah... um... ah..." The bed echoed with the shy, fiery moans of a pure virgin. The stunningly beautiful, pure and delicate woman, her heart filled with shyness, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her smooth, snowy buttocks and jade-like legs thrusting forward to meet his thrusts, yielding to his pleasure.

Her small, rosy, and forced-open vagina flowed with streams of wet, sticky, and filthy fluids as his huge penis roughly entered and exited, soaking a large patch of the white, soft sheets beneath her.

After thrusting in and out of her tight, delicate virgin vagina more than three hundred times, he finally began his final and most frenzied sprint.

He thrust roughly in and out of the beautiful, innocent virgin's vagina, each stroke reaching the very bottom of her tight, delicate vagina!

His large, round, hard glans pressed hard against the girl's tender cervix. This virgin, newly deflowered, was overwhelmed by such a storm of lust. The intense, ecstatic pleasure drove the beautiful virgin deeper and deeper into the sea of lustful intercourse.

She cried out softly, experiencing ecstasy as he thrust and pumped into her.

Suddenly, he tightly embraced her naked, soft, smooth waist, pulling her bare, snow-white lower body close to his own!

His penis plunged deeply and forcefully into her hot, tight, moist vagina, pressing against her tender, slippery cervix, and a cannonball of semen shot straight into her dark, delicate womb.

His final thrust caused her body to spasm and convulse, the soft walls of her vagina tightly gripping the massive, brutally intruding member. The tender, moist membranes within her tight vagina contracted and sucked at her.

The girl's long, smooth, snow-white legs suddenly arched and stiffened, and a stream of thick, slippery, precious virgin fluid shot from her dark, deep womb.

"Ah...ah..." Her cheeks flushed, and she cried out in a shy, panting voice.

He had finally defiled her.

The pure, beautiful, gentle, and stunningly lovely girl had been violated and ravaged, losing her pristine virginity and becoming a charming, mature woman.

On the white sheets beneath her, patches of blood and stains of semen mingled, soaking a large area of the sheets, a scene of utter filth and depravity.

As the saying goes: A beautiful woman's union is like clouds and rain, a virgin's shyness leads to the shedding of blood.

She was originally a beautiful, pure, gentle, and innocent young girl. Yet, as a virgin, she experienced the intense pleasure of sexual intercourse for the first time, sacrificing her pristine virginity to savor the intoxicating ecstasy behind her cries and moans.

He rested for a while on the woman's soft, boneless, and naked body. Looking up, he saw the stunning beauty beneath him—her flushed face, her firm, erect breasts, and her pink nipples. He smelled the fragrant scent of her sweat-drenched body, and his wicked lust was rekindled.

As she slid down from the climax of their union, panting softly and shyly, she should have felt the shriveled penis, which had been pressed against her vaginal opening and soaked in her lustful fluids, stir and gradually rise again.

Her body went limp, and he thrust his thick, hard penis into her tight vagina again, pumping deep inside her!

"Ah...ah...um...ah...um...ah..." The beautiful, pure, and lovely woman couldn't help but moan softly and shyly again.

Her snow-white, soft, and naked body writhed beneath him, thrusting and yielding to his entry and withdrawal. The pure and lovely beauty was once again conquered by his defilement.

He was exhausted and lay down to rest beside the girl.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally recovered, but he noticed something was wrong with the woman lying beside him. He quickly realized that he had been drinking and had injected her with a lethal dose; she was on the verge of death.

After much consideration, he decided to stage it as a suicide attempt.

First, he had to dress her. He looked around; her last attire was a nurse's uniform, a white bra, and white panties.

After dressing her in underwear and a bra, he realized the nurse's uniform wasn't suitable for suicide, so he decided to look in her room downstairs.

He placed her nurse's uniform and shoes on her abdomen, one hand under her knees to hold her thigh, the other supporting her neck and reaching under her arm to embrace her breast, holding her tightly in his arms as they slowly descended the stairs.

Her head rested against his chest, her long, straight legs swaying naturally with each step, a graceful yet sensual movement.

Reaching the duty room downstairs, he laid her on the bed. In her wardrobe, he found a white dress and a pair of light flesh-colored sheer pantyhose.

She looked stunning in the stockings and dress; his eyes were involuntarily drawn to her entire body.

A beautiful face, long, flowing hair, rosy skin, and a curvaceous body—this sexy and alluring woman lay unconscious on the bed, ready to be manipulated at any moment.

Her long, beautiful legs were encased in sheer, light flesh-colored stockings, with her sexy ankles and toes being the focal point.

These were exquisite feet: white toes, slender soles, pink heels, and a high arch forming a graceful curve with her delicate ankles. The sheer, light flesh-colored stockings around her toes were incredibly thin, and her delicate toenails, painted with pink nail polish, looked even more alluring through the stockings.

His gaze slowly traveled up her beautiful ankles, the smooth, silky curves of her calves undeniably beautiful.

He couldn't control himself; he reached out and grabbed her two small feet, squeezing and twisting them with abandon. Her feet were so small, as long as his hands; even through the stockings, he could feel their softness and smoothness.

He was overcome with lust, yet afraid of wrinkling her clothes, so he indulged in fondling the beautiful nurse's stockinged feet.

The foolish Liu made a series of blunders; after raping Xie Xia, he didn't even clean her, leaving his filthy semen and pubic hair on her genitals, becoming evidence in the crime.

Xie Xia's family also didn't clean her or change her clothes, believing the dress she wore when she died was her chosen burial garment.

When her coffin was exhumed for autopsy, the coffin workers told the forensic doctor that she emitted the scent of anesthetic, which the doctor attributed to some kind of anesthetic.

Six, Buried Jade and Incense, Twelfth Day, Sunday, September 28th

. More than ten days had passed, but the case made no progress.

Weiwei's family repeatedly demanded the return of Weiwei's body.

On one hand, the autopsy clarified Weiwei's cause of death; on the other hand, Gao's arrest cleared Weiwei of suspicion of stealing cultural relics. Now, Weiwei was simply an innocent victim with a clear cause of death, and the police had no reason to continue detaining the woman's body.

On the 28th, the police returned Weiwei's body.

Weiwei's funeral was to be held at home. The Gu family hired a funeral home to transport Weiwei's body. This morning, the hearse arrived early at the police station's backyard.

Liu went to the autopsy room and retrieved Weiwei's body. Because the clothing Weiwei was wearing at the time of death was important evidence and had to be archived, Weiwei was still completely naked.

Zhang removed the tag from Weiwei's right ankle, and together with Liao, wrapped Weiwei's naked body in a brand-new white cloth and handed it to the funeral home workers, who then loaded Weiwei onto the hearse.

To show respect for the deceased, Liu, Zhang, and Liao also drove to the

Gu family's house. Because Gu's father was a leader in the Materials Bureau, many people came to help and pay their respects.

Liu searched carefully but couldn't find Jiang. What happened?

In Weiwei's bedroom, Gu's mother saw her daughter, who had been dead for two weeks, looking as if she were still alive.

Tears streamed down her face as she cried, "Who said Weiwei was dead? She's just asleep!" Gu's father was devastated. Gu's younger sister, also heartbroken, clutched Weiwei's hand, sobbing, "Sister, wake up!"

Seeing the whole family in such a state, Manager Zou, Weiwei's supervisor, took on the responsibility of presiding.

She went to the living room and said to the deputy manager, "Many hotel staff members are here today. To commemorate Gu Weiwei's close relationship with everyone, let her wear her work uniform."

The deputy manager hesitated, "I'm afraid that's not appropriate!"

"I've decided. You just need to do it. I've already brought a brand new uniform; you can give it to Gu Weiwei's younger sister."

After a while, Gu's mother fainted from crying, and Gu's father quickly took her to her bedroom.

Gu's younger sister closed the door and dressed her sister.

When Gu's parents returned to Weiwei's bedroom, Weiwei had already been given a small burial.

Her expression was so serene, her eyes closed, long eyelashes casting silent shadows, her cherry-like lips luscious and inviting. She

seemed as if she could wake from a dream at any moment.

Vivi wore a white long-sleeved shirt, her breasts full, her waist slender, and her hips rounded.

Her beautiful legs, encased in grey matte semi-transparent pantyhose, appeared so supple, so long and straight, so firm and voluptuous. These grey-stockinged legs, peeking gracefully from her black, tight-fitting mini-skirt, added a touch of allure to the corpse.

On her stockinged feet were a pair of pure white high-heeled sandals, elegant and petite, with thin, high heels—only such exquisite high heels could perfectly complement those sexy, alluring stockinged feet.

Zou leaned closer to Gu's father and asked, "How is Weiwei dressed?"

Gu's father, unable to contain his anger, retorted, "What kind of outfit is this!"

Gu's mother said, "Weiwei recently had a cheongsam made, but she hasn't worn it yet, so perhaps..."

Gu's father nodded, "As you wish."

A while later, Weiwei's body was dressed in a short white silk cheongsam, her long legs encased in light-colored, invisible, ultra-thin pantyhose, and her feet adorned with silver-white high-heeled sandals.

The bedroom door opened, welcoming the visit of relatives and friends.

It could be said that every part of Weiwei attracted the burning gazes of every man and drew the envious sighs of every woman.

Every man who saw Weiwei's body thought: Who could bear to send this naturally beautiful woman to the crematorium? I really want to take her to bed and have sex with her until the world ends.

From the 17th when Weiwei was brought to the police station until yesterday, the 27th, Zhang would go to the autopsy room every night to play with her.

At this moment, he gazed at the pure and innocent Weiwei, staring intently at her high, firm breasts, recalling the feel of those tender breasts to the touch; his gaze slowly moved downwards along the undulating curves of Weiwei lying before him.

Seeing her small, delicate hands resting limply at her sides, palms facing upwards, he was inevitably drawn to the slit in her cheongsam, where the crease of her buttocks was faintly visible at the base of her jade-like thighs. He seemed to see again the round, high, pert buttocks of this mature virgin, feeling the incredibly elastic touch of those buttocks.

Weiwei's little anus had been penetrated and fucked so many times—carefully counting, first twice with a rectal thermometer, then once with an enema, and finally twenty-one times with six different penises—yet last night, when he washed her body, he found her anus was still as tight and narrow as the first time, with incredible suction!

Thinking about it this way, he wondered if she had ever had anal sex while she was alive, since such a beautiful anus made it impossible to tell if it had been used.

Eleven unforgettable nights. From now on, they would be separated forever. Zhang felt his heart was empty. He wanted to seize this last chance, his eyes burning with hunger as he looked at her entire body, scrutinizing every single hair.

Weiwei's high-slit skirt revealed a pair of exquisitely beautiful legs clad in stockings, their delicate flesh subtly visible beneath. They were undoubtedly the most beautiful legs he had ever seen on a woman!

Long, shapely, and curvaceous, the soft silk fabric clinging to her exquisitely textured legs exuded a veiled allure, captivating him with its alluring and mysterious sensuality.

Suddenly, someone rushed into the Gu family's house. Liu looked closely and recognized Jiang.

She was carrying a large suitcase.

Seeing Jiang find Gu's father and walk towards a corner, Liu vaguely heard Gu's father say, "Since it's Weiwei's wish, how can we not grant it?"

Liu felt a weight lifted from his heart.

Seeing Weiwei's bedroom door close again, everyone present began to murmur amongst themselves.

Time ticked by, more than half an hour passed, and Weiwei's body still hadn't appeared. Everyone waited with bated breath.

Finally, the door opened, and Liu was the first to enter. He immediately saw Weiwei lying on the bed.

She wore a beautiful pure white wedding dress, her beautiful face unadorned, yet far more captivating than if made up.

Her silky hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Most striking were her two snow-white breasts, their trembling peaks, full and firm, displaying the allure and charm of a truly beautiful woman. A deep cleavage between them made one's heart race and one's mouth water.

Her hands, clad in long, pure white gloves, were folded and placed below her chest.

Her beautiful sleeping posture was like that of a beauty who had slept for a thousand years, awaiting the prince's kiss before waking.

At this moment, Weiwei resembled a beautifully wrapped, pure white gift, but to whom was she given?

Liu and Zhang were so aroused by this charming bride that they were about to lose control, and even Liao, a woman herself, felt a desire to rape Weiwei.

They finally understood Gao's greatness and realized his love for Weiwei.

Liu quietly circled to the foot of the bed, where he could see Weiwei's small feet, completely covered by her skirt. He discovered that she wasn't wearing shoes, but rather white, sheer stockings.

Her soft, stockinged feet were still tightly pressed together; although only the soles were visible, the hazy fabric revealed her round, adorable heels, the high, hollow arches, the delicate, playful toes, and the exquisitely alluring gaps between them, all subtly displaying endless sensuality.

Father Gu said, "My daughter will not be buried until after the 21st day after her death. Thank you all for your help today."

Stunned, Liu and the others had to leave.

They looked at the beautiful Weiwei with reluctance, thinking: Such a rare beauty, burying her in the ground is such a waste.

VII. Day Fourteen of Gains and Losses, Tuesday, September 30th.

Today is Liu's shift. On his desk is Weiwei's autopsy report.

"Autopsy Report
No.: 222045
Name: Gu Weiwei
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Length: 168 cm
Clothing: Six pieces. In order of removal: Dark gray pleated miniskirt, white long-sleeved shirt, off-white high-heeled shoes, light skin pantyhose, pure white bra, pure white cotton underwear
Items: External examination, contents, traces, anal temperature
External examination: Two indistinct purple marks on each upper arm, one needle mark on the left buttock, hymen intact
Contents: No semen or saliva not belonging to the deceased was found in the contents of the mouth, vagina, and intestines
Traces of semen or saliva not belonging to the deceased were found on the cheeks, lips, ears, neck, nipples, navel, clitoris, inner thighs, back, buttocks, and groin erogenous zones (10 erogenous zones)
Cause of death: Intramuscular injection of anesthetic in the left buttock
Location of discovery: Grassland at Liushuwang, suburbs of Santai City
Time of death: 23:00, September 16,
1980 Time of discovery: 06:30 , September 17
Scene investigation: 09:17" 1200-1330 Tang Zhang
On-site autopsy: 0917 1200-1300 Liao
Rectal temperature measurement: 0917 1230 Post-mortem 1330 First measurement 25.9 degrees Celsius Air temperature 23 degrees Celsius Liao
Autopsy: 0917 1500-1730 Zhang
Rectal temperature measurement: 0917 1530 Post-mortem 1630 Second measurement 23.2 degrees Celsius Air temperature 23 degrees Celsius Zhang
Technical examination: 0917 Liao
Appendix Post-mortem examination data Unit
: cm Chest circumference: 79
Underchest circumference
: 57
Waist circumference: 54 Shoulder width
: 36 Hip circumference
: 80 Arm length: 48 Upper arm circumference : 21 Wrist circumference: 14 Palm length: 16 Thigh length: 39 Thigh circumference : 41 Calf length : 49 Calf circumference: 33 Ankle circumference: 20 Foot length: 24" Sitting at his desk, Liu's mind was filled with Weiwei's image. He recalled seeing Weiwei's sleeping face at the funeral two days prior, and seemed to understand what made her so extraordinary. The beauty of most women lies in the shape and placement of their features and the grace of their figure, but Weiwei's beauty emanated from within her skin—something to be admired but never attained. That crystalline, vibrant clarity made him feel, upon first seeing Weiwei, that her face had lost its color; he was truly a frog in a well, never having witnessed such ethereal beauty. Just then, the phone on the table rang. Liu picked up the receiver and habitually glanced at the time; it was exactly seven in the morning. "Is this the city police station? I'm looking for Chief Liu," a young woman's urgent voice came from the other end of the line. "That's me." "I'm Gu Weiwei's younger sister, Gu Qianqian. Just now, my sister's body was stolen." "Don't panic, tell me more details." "This morning, I opened my sister's bedroom door and found she was gone. I ran out immediately and saw someone in the alley in front of the door carrying my sister and running away. I chased after them, but they were faster and put my sister in the trunk of a car parked at the alley entrance, then drove off towards the suburbs." "What were the characteristics of that person?" "I didn't see their face, but they were over 1.8 meters tall and very burly." "Okay, I'll handle this immediately. Please come here; I need to ask you for some details." Liu immediately contacted the traffic police to keep a close watch on all intersections, and if anyone was found transporting a young woman's body, they were to be detained and contacted. That evening, Gu's mother and Qianqian continued to sort through Weiwei's belongings at home. The Gu family was very particular about their daily lives. For example, Weiwei changed her bra, underwear, and socks every day; Weiwei never wore leather clothing, except for leather shoes, which were always carefully selected for their exceptional comfort and softness, and she rarely wore them, which is why Weiwei's feet were so soft! Qianqian loved ballet and danced twice a week, and Weiwei would occasionally dance with her younger sister; Weiwei's stockings were always seamless. The day before yesterday, Qianqian bathed and dressed her sister with immense grief. She cleaned her sister's body and carefully checked her genitals; her hymen was still intact, a pitiful sight. Then she dressed her in the uniform suggested by Zou and her sister's cheongsam. Finally, when Jiang delivered the wedding dress, Qianqian couldn't help but burst into tears. Her sister had been with her since childhood, and she had always hoped to see her sister in a wedding dress, but she never expected it to end like this.

She washed her sister's body again. After thinking for a moment, she decided not to put a bra or panties on her sister anymore; she didn't want her deceased sister to be restrained in any way.

A bride isn't a true bride without sexy stockings, so Qianqian put a pair of white, sheer thigh-high stockings

on her sister. With Jiang's help, Qianqian dressed her sister in a wedding gown.

The matching pure white formal gloves were also placed on her sister's hands.

Qianqian spread a milky-white silk sheet on the bed, placed her sister's favorite pillow, and then laid Weiwei on the bed.

The milky-white bed and the pure white wedding gown complemented each other, accompanying the beautiful girl as she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

Qianqian truly couldn't accept that her sister was dead, especially since her sister's body was so beautiful, completely asleep.

She only wanted her sister to sleep comfortably, so when dressing her sister in the wedding gown, she didn't put on any underwear or even shoes.

Abroad, many female corpses are placed in the coffin wearing only stockings and no shoes. The coffin linings are very soft, making the corpse appear to be sleeping.

Therefore, they are usually barefoot, only covered by stockings (knee highs, over-the-knee stockings, thigh-high stockings, hold-up stockings, stay-up stockings) or pantyhose. Qianqian,

disregarding traditional customs of dressing neatly, didn't try to conform. She only wanted her sister to sleep comfortably in the smooth silk of gauze and satin, like a princess in eternal slumber.

Now, the princess's bed is empty.

Where has the princess's body gone? The high heels she wore in her final appearance are still quietly on the bedside table. Can these crystal shoes help find the lost princess?

VIII. Insatiable Desire, Day 18, Saturday, October 4th.

Zou, the female manager of the Wangjiang Hotel, is still single.

It was precisely because of this that the hotel made an exception and arranged a room for her.

Normally, Manager Zou didn't frequently return to her own home, preferring to stay at the hotel.

Recently, however, this female manager had stopped staying at the hotel and preferred to go home, which was about two miles away.

That day, half an hour before the end of her workday, Zou pushed her sports car out of the parking garage and went home.

Her home wasn't spacious, consisting of a living room and a bedroom.

The living room was decorated quite elegantly, with several calligraphy and traditional Chinese paintings on the walls.

The interior furnishings were sparse; besides a few sofas, a coffee table, a bookcase filled with books, and a few beautiful bonsai trees in the corner.

Zou entered from outside, without lingering in the living room, and went straight to her bedroom through a small door. Upon entering

, Manager Zou took off her coat, casually hung it on a coat rack by the door, and then went to the bed, lying down fully clothed.

It was a very fashionable bed, covered with a luxurious blanket.

Zou lay on the comfortable bed, her eyes half-closed,

seemingly asleep.

At this moment, she looked exceptionally beautiful: her black hair cascaded down, obscuring one eye; a snow-white wool sweater clung tightly to her body, highlighting her full breasts; below, she wore black woolen straight-leg trousers.

She lay there for a while, then suddenly sat up as if waking from a dream, reaching out to press a button on the tape recorder on the speaker.

Instantly, bright, lively music filled the room.

To the music, she swayed her steps, twisted her waist, and began to dance.

If the living room was relatively simple, then this bedroom was excessively luxurious.

High-end furniture, floor lamps, a color TV, an air conditioner… these modern appliances practically filled the entire room. Zou danced and twisted.

She hadn't drunk any alcohol, but her cheeks were flushed, as if she were already intoxicated.

Exhausted from dancing, she collapsed onto the sofa as if paralyzed.

She took a premium cigarette from the pack on the coffee table and lit it. Instantly, wisps of pale white smoke filled the room.

Zou was very beautiful, thirty-four years old this year.

But she looked like she was in her twenties.

As the manager of the Wangjiang Hotel, her subordinates' impression of her was: kind, approachable, and very capable... In short, in every aspect, she was a manager worthy of the title.

She was indeed an extraordinary woman! Her petition to the municipal party committee to become the hotel manager proved this! Little did they know that this beautiful and intelligent woman had such an extraordinary experience...

Zou was naturally clever and quick-witted.

When she was seven years old, one day she saw a woman get out of a beautiful car. The woman was dressed very elegantly, and the little girl from a working-class family was extremely envious.

She thought, when will I be able to ride in such a beautiful car and wear such beautiful clothes? Others were rich, while her family was poor.

In this way, this young girl, just beginning to understand the world, became obsessed with money.

When she turned twenty, she matured.

She considered the consequences of everything she did, striving to keep it as secret as possible.

She was willing to leave anyone with even the slightest incriminating evidence.

Finally, someone became her prey.

He was Min, a pharmacist at the city's People's Hospital.

At that time, Min was in his thirties, not particularly handsome, yet he had captured her heart.

One late night, when Min was drunk and out of his mind, she used her usual tactic, seducing him naked.

Min, highly aroused, could no longer control himself…

After that, their relationship reached a fever pitch; they were inseparable.

Naturally, the more intense this was, the more obedient Min became. He not only gave her his entire savings of over three thousand five hundred yuan for extravagant spending but also told her all his secrets.

Min said he planned to report Gao for embezzling a huge sum of money—but unexpectedly, after she received his savings, her attitude towards him changed drastically—she distanced herself from him.

Soon after, news came that Min had been killed in a fight.

Zou was taken aback. She knew Min was honest and hadn't participated in any fighting organizations, so she was suspicious.

She suddenly remembered Min saying she wanted to sue Gao for embezzling a large sum of money.

Could it be that Gao knew Min was going to sue him and murdered her to silence her? Hmm, possible.

Reporting it wouldn't do any good; death would sever all ties, and she was only concerned with her own enjoyment.

She was, after all, a woman; she needed more than just material pleasures. She was more wanton than any adulteress; any man she fancied, she would play with until he was exhausted and penniless.

Several years passed, and Zou was now past thirty.

In recent years, Zou hadn't become wealthy; she had even squandered the few savings she had accumulated.

Unexpectedly, a newspaper brought her good fortune!

The article reported that a factory primarily producing fabric had converted into a fashion factory and turned a profit.

After reading the newspaper, this bold woman had an idea: to emulate the factory and convert her inn into a hotel, since the entire city of Santai lacked a decent one.

She racked her brains, wrote a plan, and sent it directly to the municipal party committee.

Soon, the committee approved it, allocated funds, and instructed relevant departments to assist.

Her reputation began to soar…

After the hotel was completed, she, hailed by the municipal party committee as a courageous and insightful “heroine,” ascended to the manager's seat, overseeing all affairs of the hotel.

However, Zou was not content with this.

With the implementation of the opening-up policy, the number of foreign guests and Hong Kong visitors staying at the hotel increased daily.

Thus, Zou's activities expanded further.

Her reach extended to foreign guests and overseas Chinese.

Once, the chairman of a large Hong Kong company stayed at the hotel.

Zou seized an opportunity, slipped into the fat chairman's room, and flirted with him.

The chairman, a notorious womanizer, couldn't resist the allure of this beautiful Eastern woman.

When he told Zou he was still single in Hong Kong, Zou's heart skipped a beat.

She never imagined he was still a bachelor.

"Come on, let's go to Hong Kong!" the chairman said lecherously, embracing the female manager.

"Go, right now?" the female manager asked.

The fat chairman didn't answer, only shook his head.

After a while, he stared at the beauty in his arms and said, "No, we need to get some antiques over there!"

"Antiques?"

"Yes, antiques. Honey, these things are worth a lot over there!"

"Getting those things isn't easy !"

"With your skills, you can definitely do it!" The fat chairman's hands caressed the female manager's body.

The female manager seemed to see a bright future...

To get her hands on the artifacts, Zou's first step was to spread the word that she was looking for a partner and getting married.

Then, she asked someone to introduce her to the curator of the museum, Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang had lost his wife two years ago and was currently struggling to find a partner.

After several days of discreet investigation, Zou had learned the details—when someone introduced him to a girlfriend, he was naturally overjoyed and happily went to meet Zou.

In the park, Zou, dressed to the nines, had been waiting for a long time. Upon seeing Gu arrive, she hurried forward and enthusiastically introduced herself: "I am Zou Wenying, I work at the Wangjiang Hotel."

Gu looked at the beautiful woman before him, somewhat stunned.

He had heard that she was over thirty, but she looked like a woman in her twenties. "I've long admired your name, a remarkable and accomplished woman!" said Director Zhang.

"You flatter me," Zou blushed slightly, lowered her head, and said shyly.

Director Zhang, who was not good with words, was at a loss for words. He looked at the ground and just smiled sheepishly.

"Come on, let's go boating!" Zou said softly.

Respectfully, he complied.

Director Zhang naturally agreed to Zou's suggestion, rented a small boat, and the two chatted leisurely on the artificial lake in the park.

They chatted amiably, and finally, Zou said, "Let's go, let's go to my house."

Having not experienced a woman's tenderness for a long time, Director Zhang was completely captivated by this affectionate woman. Without hesitation, he agreed, "Okay, let's go!"

They returned to their boat and strolled back to Zou's house.

Zou asked Director Zhang to sit on the sofa in the living room, then went into the inner room. After a while, she called to Director Zhang from inside, "Close the outer door, come in!"

Director Zhang had a premonition, but he still instinctively went to lock the door and went inside.

When he pushed open the inner room door, a strong scent of perfume wafted out.

Zou was dressing herself in front of the mirror.

She turned around, swaying her hips as she walked to Director Zhang's side, sat down on the arm of the sofa, and stroked his shoulder with her right hand, saying, "Do I look pretty?"

Director Zhang didn't dare look directly at Zou; he felt dazzled. "This...pretty..."

Indeed, Zou's attire at that moment was very beautiful. Her hair was loose over her shoulders, she wore a sleeveless nightgown that was almost transparent, her breasts faintly visible, and a very short skirt that exposed her plump thighs without any concealment.

Seeing that Director Zhang was already somewhat out of control, she decided to launch a fierce attack on him.

She pounced into Gu's arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. Director Zhang held Zou's slender waist tightly with one hand and stroked her body with the other...

but before he could be satisfied, Zou broke free.

She sat on another sofa, looking at Gu with hazy eyes.

Director Zhang, in turn, looked at Zou with a pleading gaze.

Zou smiled inwardly, got up, poured Gu a glass of water, and made him drink it.

Gu smiled gratefully at Zou and then drank it all in one gulp.

Little did he know, the water was laced with sleeping pills.

Moments later, he drifted off to sleep…

The next morning, when Director Zhang woke up, he suddenly saw Zou lying naked beside him.

He was terrified; his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember anything…

After that, their relationship became very, very close.

Not long ago, one night, Director Zhang came to Zou's bedroom as arranged.

Zou seemed unusually happy, bustling around preparing several dishes.

She said to Director Zhang, "Recently, I've been thinking about this for several nights, and I feel that things aren't quite right for us. I think… we should just go and complete the formalities tomorrow, so people won't gossip like this."

Hearing this, Director Zhang drank a few more glasses of wine.

Zou was secretly delighted and casually asked, "What important artifacts does your museum have?"

"Important artifacts… there are many." Director Zhang had no idea of the motives of the woman who had spent so many nights with him, and he was now even more intoxicated.

"There are... there are dozens of national first-class cultural relics, especially a... a golden tripod from the Three Kingdoms period..."

"Come on, drink!" Zou poured Gu another cup of wine.

Director Zhang stared at Zou with bloodshot eyes, his stiff tongue forcing out a few words: "I... we're getting married?"

"Okay, tomorrow!" Zou said.

"Which exhibition room is that Three Kingdoms golden tripod in? I want to see it." Zou said.

Gu said: "Baby... tomorrow I'll take... take you to see the golden tripod... in the fifth exhibition room..."

Zou hugged him tightly: "I'll only be free after I get off work tomorrow, by then you'll all be off work too."

"Don't worry... I... I have the... key to the exhibition room..."

"Really?"

"Of course..."

Zou didn't bother to clear the dishes and chopsticks from the table, but helped Gu to the bed and turned off the light.

However, the woman didn't fall asleep. After Gu fell into a deep sleep, she got up, turned on the light, took the key from his pocket, identified the two she had been looking at, took samples, and then, after that, Zou took off her clothes, got into bed, and lay down next to Gu…

This woman was confident of victory.

Who would have thought that an unexpected event would prevent her from obtaining the priceless golden tripod!

That afternoon, she sneaked into the museum. She

finally managed to wait until dark.

She quietly made her way to the fifth exhibition room, took out the key she had had copied a few days earlier, and intended to open the door.

But as soon as she touched the door, it opened.

She was somewhat surprised, but didn't dare think too much, went inside, and turned on the flashlight…

Ah! The golden tripod was gone…

Had someone made the first move?! Thinking this, Zou decided to go all in! Since the golden tripod was gone, she couldn't leave empty-handed. The small items in the cabinet were national first-class cultural relics; she took them all.

After successfully stealing the artifact, Zou was in a hurry to leave. Despite her haste, she wasn't careless; she left a clear trail

of footprints. This wasn't a careless mistake, but a deliberate act.

The next day, she gave her chosen scapegoat—Gu Weiwei, a waitress at the Wangjiang Hotel—a pair of leather shoes and a bonsai tree, instructing Weiwei to immediately change into the stylish, off-white shoes. She had used these shoes to leave the footprints at the scene, and the bonsai tree contained a stolen gemstone.

Weiwei, this naive girl, had no idea that the female manager she admired was the venomous snake that would lead her to her death.

At the end of the workday, Zou handed Weiwei a letter, saying she didn't know who had sent it.

However, the letter was written by Zou herself.

In it, she played her trump card—Gao had embezzled a large sum of money and killed Min—she knew Weiwei was a strong-willed and principled girl who would never forgive Gao simply because he was her fiancé.

Sure enough, Weiwei found Gao, and Gao killed Weiwei. As agreed beforehand, he sent a telegram in the hotel's name to the chairman, who had arrived in Hong Kong earlier: "The package you left at our hotel last time has been found. Please come and claim it as soon as possible."

Then, she waited for a reply from Hong Kong, while making preparations for her departure…

Sigh! …These days have been truly unbearable, filled with anxiety! Hong Kong should have replied long ago, but there was still no news.

How could this not cause the manager great anxiety!

Just then, the doorbell rang. Who could it be at this hour?

She put on her coat, opened the door, and saw a strange middle-aged man.

After showing his police badge, the man walked straight into the living room and sat down.

"Officer, what brings you here?" Zou was quite surprised, but quickly regained her composure.

"It's time to wrap things up, Manager Zou!" The man's voice wasn't particularly special, but Zou sensed something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Sir, what's going on?" Zou feigned ignorance, shrugged, and sat down on another sofa.

"Stop playing dumb." "

What do you want from me? Otherwise, I'll have to see you out."

"Excuse me, what did you do between 5:30 PM on September 15th and 4:00 AM on September 16th? Who is your witness?" The man cut to the chase, asking seriously. "

An interrogation? I'm sorry, I refuse to answer." Zou's tone was firm.

"Excuse me... I'd like to ask another question: Where are the cream-colored leather shoes you bought at the City Youth Department Store? What was the meaning of giving Gu Weiwei a bonsai? Also, who wrote the letter you gave Gu Weiwei?"

"Please forgive me! I don't understand what you mean."

"Since you won't answer, I'll have to answer for you." The man said, enunciating each word clearly.

"At 5:30 PM on September 15th, you sneaked into the museum building and hid. Around 3:00 AM on the 16th, you used a duplicated key to open the safe and stole all the artifacts. Before this operation, you meticulously planned a scheme to frame someone.

As early as the 15th, you asked Gu Weiwei to come to your house that night to guard it for you; on the 16th, you gave Gu Weiwei a pair of off-white leather shoes, along with a bonsai tree. Then, in a letter to Gu Weiwei, you revealed that Gao Cang had killed Liu Min."

Zou shouted, "Nonsense, you have no evidence!"

The man glanced at her, said nothing, stood up, walked to the bookshelf, moved the pile of books aside, revealing a hidden door half a meter high and one meter long.

He looked back at Zou and said, "Do you still want me to open it and see?"

Zou didn't say anything more.

She hung her head in dejection, her face turning deathly pale.

The man turned around, closed the door, and sat back down on the sofa, saying, "My appearance may have changed, but my voice can't. Don't you recognize me yet?"

Zou looked up, then suddenly seemed to remember something, and a wave of fear washed over her...

IX. Returning the Jade Intact Day Twenty, Monday, October 6th.

Liu Gang sat down in his office when a detective walked in and handed him a note, saying, "This was brought in by a child. He asked me to give it to you."

Liu took the note and saw that it read, "The shoes Gu Weiwei is wearing are only sold at the City Youth Department Store."

After reading it, Liu asked, "Did the child say anything else?"

"Nothing else."

Shortly after the detective left, Tang, Zhang, and Liao arrived one after another.

When Liu mentioned that a child had brought a note, everyone asked to see it.

Liu then handed the note to Tang, who was sitting next to him.

"Isn't this written by the deputy section chief?" Tang carefully examined every word on the note and exclaimed in surprise.

"This isn't his handwriting," Liu objected.

"Yes. It was definitely written by the deputy section chief," Tang said.

"The deputy section chief always writes 'card' instead of 'up.'"

"So, the deputy section chief is doing personal investigation all by himself," Liao said.

"Okay," Liu said.

"Liao Li and I are going to the Youth Mall to ask the sales clerks for help with clues." He and Liao went out.

Today, Liao was still driving the motorcycle.

Liu sat in the back of the motorcycle, thinking about a question.

Why did Wang act alone?

Since he was acting alone, why did he reveal the clues he had obtained?

The motorcycle stopped at the entrance of the Youth Mall, Liu jumped off, and followed Liao into the mall.

They came to the leather shoe counter, and Liu pointed to the same kind of leather shoes that Weiwei was wearing in the glass case and asked, "Do you only sell these kinds of leather shoes here?"

"Yes," a female sales clerk came over and answered.

"This is a new variety we just imported from Shanghai."

"Oh."

Liao showed his police ID and said, "It's like this, there's a recent case related to this, and we'd like to understand the situation. Could you please assist us?"

"Go ahead," the sales clerk said with a smile.

"How many pairs of these shoes have you sold?" Liu asked her.

"We only got them back on the 15th of last month. Not many people know about them, so we've only sold two pairs. We just sold one pair."

"Do you remember when you sold the first pair?"

"Well… probably the day we got them back."

"Do you remember what the person who bought them looked like?"

"Yes!" the saleswoman replied immediately.

"I even advised her not to buy these shoes. She's a woman in her thirties, and these shoes aren't really suitable for her age, but she said she was buying them for her sister… She said her sister's feet are the same length and width as hers, and she wanted to try them on. They fit perfectly. So she bought them." "

What were her features?"

"She's about 1.69 meters tall, very beautiful, and looks like she's only in her twenties…"

Could it be her? Upon hearing the saleswoman's description, a figure immediately flashed into Liu's mind.

Liu and Liao arrived at the Wangjiang Hotel and learned that Zou hadn't come to work today.

Today is Monday, and Zou usually gives a brief overview of the week's work. Being this late is unprecedented.

Liu vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Learning that Zou's last appearance was on Saturday afternoon, and that she seemed unaffected after work, and that her hotel room was empty and tidy, Liu and Liao rushed to Zou's house.

The door was locked. They rang the doorbell and knocked, but no one answered.

Reluctantly, they used a master key to open the door and entered the bedroom. Zou was lying on the bed.

At first, they thought she was asleep, but upon closer inspection, they realized she had been dead for some time.

They quickly cordoned off the scene and called Wang, Zhang, and Zhang to conduct an autopsy…

Zhang was in charge of the on-site examination.

He scanned the room; it was slightly messy from the search, but not like the chaos after a major earthquake or fire. At most, it was just a dead woman, and there were no signs of violence or resistance. At first glance, she died unusually peacefully.

The woman lay on the bed, the sheets and blankets covering her chest.

Her hair was meticulously made up, but it looked somewhat disheveled. There were small blisters at the corners of her mouth, and her face showed no distress; her black hair was curly.

This woman was not only beautiful in life, but even in death, her tightly closed features revealed her self-confidence and harshness.

Lifting the blankets and sheets, a slender, jade-like body was revealed.

She wore a high-quality yukata, tied with a pretty pale red sash.

She wore nothing underneath.

She faintly smelled of perfume, but he couldn't immediately tell what brand it was.

There were no signs of binding her feet, nor was there a suicide note. On the bedside table were dozens of torn pieces of silver paper, used to package sleeping pill capsules, and a glass containing a little water.

The bedroom and living room were tidy.

The bathtub and shower in the bathroom still had traces of water.

Everything in the room was orderly.

He casually opened the wardrobe and found a white long-sleeved shirt, a black tight-fitting mini-skirt, and a pair of gray matte semi-transparent pantyhose in an inconspicuous corner. Wasn't this the burial clothes Zou had prepared for Weiwei? He quietly hid the clothes...

Meanwhile, Liu in the living room noticed something amiss with the bookshelf. He moved the books aside, revealing a hidden door. Opening the door, he found the stolen golden tripod and eleven other first-class cultural relics inside...

That afternoon, the autopsy report came out.

Zou died the night before last, the cause of death being an overdose of sleeping pills, and the manner of death was undoubtedly suicide.

In addition, Zou had engaged in sexual activity within three hours before his death.

Considering the ambiguous relationship between Zou and Gu, the police compared the semen in Zou's body with that in Gu's, but the results showed they were not from the same person.

At first glance, the case seemed solved—Zou used his charm to get close to Gu, obtained the key to the museum's exhibition room, stole the cultural relics, framed Weiwei, and then used Gao to kill Weiwei.

But upon closer analysis, the case became even more perplexing—was the recovery of the stolen artifacts too easy? Why did Zou, who had been so well-hidden, commit suicide? Liu fell into deep thought.

Zou had an ambiguous relationship with Min during the Cultural Revolution, and recently had an affair with Gu; she was indeed no simple woman.

Yet, he hadn't investigated Zou thoroughly in the past ten days, causing this crucial lead to be lost—this couldn't be considered a mistake on his part.

For some reason, Liu thought of Wang, the veteran police officer, whose experience far surpassed his own, yet who had insisted on giving him the position of section chief under the pretext of younger police leaders.

Liu couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt: if Wang hadn't discovered the connection between Weiwei's stylish high heels and Zou, he wouldn't have noticed Zou at all.

But just as he noticed Zou, she was already dead—the timing was truly a coincidence.

Was it really just a coincidence? ...

Ten, The Forty-Ninth Day of the Dream's End, Tuesday, November 4th

. Today, Zou was cremated.

A once-prosperous woman died without any relatives or friends to claim her body; the police had to intervene and take her to the crematorium.

The containers used for cremation are also quite particular.

In the United States, a body prepared for cremation is first placed in a box, which can be a simple cardboard box or a wooden coffin.

Most coffin manufacturers provide a coffin specifically for cremation.

Alternatively, a wooden outer coffin with an inner cardboard box can be chosen, looking just like a traditional coffin.

After the funeral, the inner box is removed from the coffin for cremation, allowing the outer shell to be reused.

Funeral homes also offer coffin rental services, using a traditional coffin at the funeral and then moving it to another box for cremation.

Rental coffins are sometimes designed with removable bed boards and linings, so they only need to be replaced each time.

In the UK, the body is not removed from the coffin and then placed in another box for cremation as described above.

Their bodies are cremated along with the coffin, so all British coffins must be made of combustible materials.

Their cremation operating code states that the coffin cannot be opened once it arrives at the crematorium, and that the cremation ceremony must be held on the same day as the funeral ceremony.

Therefore, in the UK, the body remains in the same coffin from the funeral until cremation.

Also, because the coffin cannot be opened once it arrives at the crematorium, the family must remove all jewelry from the deceased before the coffin is sealed.

After the cremation process, the remaining small amount of metal is removed using magnetic fields; this metal is later buried underground near the crematorium.

In Australia, the coffin for cremation is provided by the funeral home provider.

Reusable or cardboard coffins are less common.

If cost is a concern, they may offer a flat, granulated plywood coffin.

The handles, if suitable, are made of plastic and are also approved for use in the crematorium.

The coffin can be made of different types of plywood depending on the person, and some coffins are covered with velvet shrouds to stabilize the wood.

Most of them are made of plywood for the exterior.

In China, however, it's rare to cremate the body container; crematorium workers usually carry the body directly to the entrance of the crematorium.

This was the case with Zou. Even worse, her dissected corpse was stripped of its burial clothes, using an old, worn-out bed sheet from the police morgue as a shroud. The

elegant, beautiful, and comfortable bathrobe and sash she had carefully chosen before her suicide were simply unfit for her.

This beautiful yet filthy naked body was cremated so simply and directly.

Jealousy makes women foolish.

Zou's theft plan was perfect, but she unnecessarily framed Weiwei, and this blunder, through those cream-colored high-heeled shoes, led the clues back to herself.

It was Zou's deep-seated hostility towards Weiwei's youth and beauty that was at play.

Even in death, Weiwei's youth and beauty became eternal, while Zou became a pile of ashes carelessly discarded.

From the day he found Weiwei's body, Zhang sensed that things weren't as simple as they seemed. He had been diligently searching for Odessa's whereabouts,

hoping to uncover the truth behind everything, but to no avail. However, as an unexpected surprise, today, at Gao's house, he found Yu Na's body in a nurse's uniform. Without hesitation, he accepted this gift from heaven and took it home.

That evening, Zhang reopened Wang's diary.

Wang had died in the line of duty last week; he had no relatives, and the police station handled his funeral arrangements. Zhang

had found this diary while sorting through Wang's belongings, and he hadn't mentioned it to anyone.

The diary's contents were astonishing: it turned out that Wang was Min.

When Gao learned that Min knew his secret, he shot Min in the heart during a fight.

Both thought Min was surely dead, but to their surprise, a day later, Min found herself alive, without a single wound.

The creator of this miracle was the person Min called her master.

The master gave Min a second life and promised to avenge her; in exchange, Min would obey the master's every command.

Making Gao kill his beloved fiancée, a virgin and the most beautiful girl in the world, is arguably the cruelest revenge.

After using Zou to achieve this goal, Min met with the girlfriend who had toyed with him years ago, making Zou realize her own worthlessness.

Being dominated by her former boyfriend, subjected to vengeful sexual abuse, and most importantly, realizing her own insignificance, Zou committed suicide in despair.

Min had taken the golden cauldron before Zou, and after raping Zou, she threw it to him like trash.

For years, Min had been methodically carrying out his revenge according to his master's instructions.

He never understood his master's purpose.

Zhang began to understand his master's intentions.

His master's sole purpose was Gu Weiwei's corpse.

Gao, Zou, Min, and Gu existed to perfectly kill Gu Weiwei.

The professor's existence seemed solely to deliver Odessa to Gao.

Furthermore, there were undoubtedly countless others he didn't know working intentionally or unintentionally for that beautiful corpse.

After destroying the diary, Zhang sealed the matter away in his heart, making it a secret forever.

Being able to play with Weiwei's beautiful corpse was enough for him for several lifetimes.

Besides, the beautiful Yu Na could continue to serve him.

XI. Old Wine in New Bottles. Six months

later, in April of the first year, another case related to the Wangjiang Hotel occurred, but the story began with digging a cellar.

A farmer in the suburbs had contracted a piece of land far from the village, intending to develop a vineyard.

He planned to dig a permanent cellar first, then build a small building on top, and finally prepare the land, plant seedlings, and erect trellises…

The permanent cellar was as important as a basement for a command post, because storing grapes there until the Spring Festival would fetch a high price.

Therefore, building the permanent cellar first was both clever and prescient.

This was normal.

However, when digging to a depth of one and a half meters, he found only arched square stones below.

This was somewhat accidental.

Modern farmers are knowledgeable and immediately determined it was an ancient tomb, reporting it to the city's cultural relics management department.

The city immediately studied and consulted, deciding to develop it immediately.

The preparations for the excavation were, of course, complex and meticulous, and construction was finally scheduled to begin on Monday the 20th of this month.

The excavation itself also required a great deal of manpower.

But when the ancient tomb was opened, all the leaders, archaeological experts, and television crew members present were stunned:

in the thirty-square-meter tomb, there was only a naked, white-skinned young female corpse, shimmering like pearls in the darkness.

This scene plunged those gathered at the tomb's entrance into a nightmare.

It was as if the air froze instantly, time stopped flowing, and the world fell into a deathly silence.

Only the pristine female corpse shone with vibrant life.

At this moment, Liu Zheng was leisurely enjoying the scenery of the suburbs.

The early spring sunshine was lovely.

The verdant earth became enchanting.

The cuckoo called affectionately.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong; even the cuckoo's call seemed uneasy.

The world was too quiet, and the silence was sudden.

He turned back to look at the tomb diggers; they seemed to have frozen in an instant.

He pushed through the stunned crowd, squeezing to the front to peer into the tomb. The image of a young, exquisitely sculpted female corpse suddenly came into view:

she lay supine.

Her head was slightly turned to the side, her long, black hair neatly set beneath it.

Her face was exceptionally beautiful, her expression serene and tranquil, as if she had relinquished all worldly desires and attachments. Even

with her eyes closed, they appeared large.

Long, black eyelashes were neatly arranged in two fan shapes. Her

fair body was full and rounded, yet not plump.

Her breasts were firm, her waist slender, her legs slightly parted, a faint line running from her navel down to a blurred V-shape.

Her hands and feet were small and delicate.

Her skin was almost translucent, revealing the veins and tendons clearly.

This was a flawless, uninjured young female corpse.

Clearly, she hadn't been dead long.

Humans always feel compassion for the death of their fellow human beings,

especially such a beautiful, young girl.

Liu had been invited to participate in the tomb excavation, ostensibly for on-site security.

In reality, this security was largely symbolic.

He had hoped to use this opportunity to see how archaeological experts authenticate artifacts, but unexpectedly, the tomb contained only a fresh corpse.

He first secured the scene, forbidding anyone from entering the tomb, then sent someone to fetch the forensic doctor, and simultaneously invited television crews to film the scene.

At 10:00 AM an hour later, Zhang made a preliminary assessment: the deceased was approximately nineteen years old, 1.68 meters tall, and had died approximately three days prior, the day before the tomb was discovered.

The ongoing on-site autopsy revealed no external injuries on the girl's body .

She had been sexually assaulted, with multiple fresh ruptures of her hymen, confirming it was her first sexual encounter, albeit a very intense one.

The deceased was completely naked, possessing nothing but her body.

There were no footprints or personal belongings in the tomb, making it difficult to ascertain her name or identity.

The strangest aspect was how the body entered the tomb.

After the body was removed, Liu examined the scene.

He carefully inspected every brick and stone in the tomb; the newly excavated areas were fresh soil, indicating no prior tampering.

There were no signs of doors or openings on the walls or ceiling.

Furthermore, how could such a large tomb be without a coffin, remains, or artifacts?

At 11:30 AM, the autopsy was conducted in the police station's morgue.

The autopsy and laboratory tests confirmed the presence of sleeping pills in the woman's body.

She had been sexually assaulted after death.

Because it was a case of necrophilia, there were no signs of resistance.

The girl's beauty deeply moved Zhang.

Even more unexpectedly, at the scene, he quickly determined that it was another corpse protected by an odessa, as the woman's rectal temperature had dropped to room temperature, yet there were no signs of death other than chilling.

Suppressing his elation, he quickly completed the on-site autopsy.

In the autopsy room, he excitedly examined the girl's body, almost frantically manipulating the defenseless, beautiful corpse. His seven months of longing for Weiwei seemed to have found an outlet.

Since the body hadn't been claimed, he didn't take any further action.

Sleeping pills were found in the body; the cause of death would be determined to be anesthetic poisoning, to keep the odessa's identity a secret.

He knew he would have the opportunity and time…

At the subsequent case analysis meeting, the police formulated the next steps: first, to conduct an in-depth investigation in the suburbs where the tomb was discovered; second, to have leaders of security departments from various units review the scene in batches; third, to temporarily seal the tomb entrance and post notices prohibiting anyone from entering.

But by evening, many units had come to review the footage, and none recognized the deceased.

The investigation made no progress.

Liu was extremely distressed.

He mounted his motorcycle and sped madly towards the outskirts.

He stood silently before the ancient tomb, lost in thought for a long time.

A cold front arrived in the afternoon, and a chilly wind suddenly rose in the suburbs, causing the newly sprouted grass and trees to shiver in the spring cold.

This scene filled Liu with a sense of desolation.

The dead girl was exceptionally beautiful, lying in the tomb like an ice sculpture.

She was at the most beautiful age of her life, yet she was murdered.

If it weren't for the accidental discovery while digging the cellar, she might have remained silently in the ancient tomb for thousands of years, never discovering this strange tomb.

Liu checked his watch; it was already seven o'clock.

He got on his motorcycle and sped towards the city.

The beautiful female corpse kept occupying his mind.

Liu arrived at the police station.

The work was making no progress.

Cao also arrived.

Whenever there was a major case, the old director always sat in the station to oversee things.

He handed Liu a cigarette and asked with a smile, "Haven't eaten yet?"

Liu smiled and took two pieces of bread.

"Director Cao," Liu said, taking a bite of bread.

"I think the TV station should broadcast the woman's headshot immediately."

"That's a good idea, a way to rely on the masses," Cao said approvingly.

"I'll make the contact; you write a broadcast script right away."

Less than ten minutes after the video of the woman's headshot was broadcast on TV, they received a call from the deceased's workplace.

Ten minutes later, the workplace leader arrived.

Then a group of people crowded in, including the deceased's parents.

They had just seen the body when they burst into tears.

The deceased was named Jiang Lili, nineteen years old, a waitress on the fifth floor of the Wangjiang Hotel.

Three days ago, her workplace received a call from someone claiming to be Lili's father, saying that Lili had requested a few days of personal leave.

At the same time, Lili's father received a call from his daughter's workplace leader, saying that Lili had an urgent mission and had to go on a business trip for a few days.

Neither of them expected that something like this would happen.

Lili was usually very well-behaved.

She was gentle, kind, and upright, and never associated with shady people.

She already had a boyfriend, a primary school classmate, who now worked as an art designer at the city library named Fan Shucheng.

According to Lili's father, the two were deeply in love, and his daughter wanted to get married long ago, but because the Fan family was poor and their house was too small, they wanted to wait until they could get a new house before getting married.

Fan loved art and aspired to be a painter.

Liu immediately went to the Fan family's house.

It was in the most crowded and dilapidated residential area in the city.

Large houses followed by small houses, and small houses followed by large houses, making the streets very narrow.

Fan was painting.

After a few pleasantries, Liu got straight to the point: "Have you seen Lili recently?"

"Recently? When do you mean?"

"Three or four days."

"No. She's on a business trip."

"How do you know she's on a business trip?"

"Three days ago, at four o'clock in the evening, she called me and asked me to meet her at our usual spot in the park at seven o'clock.

I waited until midnight, but she didn't show up. The next day, I called her father and found out she was on a business trip."

"Did you watch TV tonight?"

"Watch TV? No. I don't have a TV, and I don't have time to watch TV. What? Something happened?"

"She was murdered."

"What?! What did you say?"

"She was murdered. The body is in the autopsy room; you can go see it..."

Fan suddenly grabbed Liu's clothes with both hands, his eyes wide, and asked, "You're not mistaken?" "

No. Her parents and her boss at work have all seen it."

Fan yelled, pushed Liu onto the bed, grabbed an easel and smashed it wildly before running out.

Liu chased after her, but because it was dark and the streets were narrow and numerous, he couldn't catch her.

That night, Liu lay on his office bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Upon seeing the body, Fan erupted in a rage, injuring even his relatives who tried to reason with him.

In this state, he offered no leads whatsoever.

No one could verify whether he truly didn't wait for Lili that night.

At midnight, he put on his clothes, stood by the window, and looked out. The cold moonlight painted the spring night a bluish hue.

The autopsy room, like a lonely church, appeared desolate and eerie.

A figure sat on the ground in front of the autopsy room, or perhaps just a shadow.

It was difficult to discern in the dim light.

He went downstairs, exited through a small door, and approached the figure.

It was Fan.

He sat on the ground, his face buried in his hands.

He remained sitting there.

The next morning, Liu went to the Wangjiang Hotel where Lili worked.

Through a supervisor, he found someone who worked on the same floor as Lili.

There were only three staff members on the fifth floor: one on the night shift, and a young woman named Shang Yuan.

Shang Yuan's eyes reddened whenever Lili was mentioned.

The young woman was delicate, walking and speaking softly, reminiscent of a cat.

Liu asked her to recall Lili's behavior before her disappearance, whether her emotions were unusual, and who she had contacted.

The young woman said,

"After hearing about her murder, I thought about it. Lili didn't contact anyone; she read novels in her spare time. But the day before she disappeared, the people in room 511 kept talking to her, seemingly for no reason."

"Who lived in that room?"

"That room was under her management; I can't remember. It seems like someone lived there."

"Oh…when did he leave?"

"It seems to be the day after Lili disappeared. You can check the accommodation register."

Shang led Liu to the accommodation register to check the records, but they found nothing.

It was already noon.

Liu bought some dry food and returned to the station.

At this point, officers investigating in the suburbs reported a valuable piece of information: according to a woman, a car had parked near the trees by the tomb the day before it was discovered.

After discussion, everyone basically concluded that the person who had stayed at the Wangjiang Hotel was a prime suspect; Lili's death and necrophilia were related to him; the car that appeared near the tomb was related to him; and the tomb itself was also related to him.

After the meeting, everyone split into three groups to search for this person in various hotels in different districts.

Liu searched until 7 p.m.,

returning to the station empty-handed.

The officer in charge of monitoring Fan said that Fan had sat in front of the autopsy room for a day and a night without eating or drinking.

He also showed Liu the footage recorded during the day.

This footage was taken from inside the police station on the second floor.

Fan appeared to be meditating, as if in a state of deep concentration.

There were two shots of him hitting his head.

When the camera zoomed in on his face, it was clear that his face was covered in tears, his hair was disheveled, and he had an expression of extreme pain and despair.

Liu wondered: Was he acting, or was it genuine? He was connected to Lili, and Lili was connected to the grave.

But this was a conflicting line—Lili was dead.

It was eight o'clock when another team of officers called to report news: the man was at a hotel in the suburbs.

It was a newly opened private roadside inn in the suburbs.

Liu arrived with a group of officers and, after meeting up with the officers on guard, immediately carried out the arrest.

The operation went smoothly; the man was apprehended on the spot.

However, just as he returned to the police station, the officer responsible for monitoring Fan ran over, looking panicked.

"What's wrong?" Liu asked.

"Lili's body is gone. Fan is gone too."

"What happened?"

"Everyone in the station was sent out, leaving me alone to watch the phone and keep an eye on Fan. When the phone got busy, I looked out and Fan was gone. I ran out and saw the autopsy room door had been pried open, and Lili's body was gone too… Chief, it was my negligence…"

Liu didn't say anything more.

This matter was strangely intriguing, and somewhat bizarre and inexplicable.

Had Lili's corpse come back to life? Had Fan stolen the body? What would he do with the stolen body? It didn't make sense.

It was unbelievable.

The interrogation continued throughout the night.

The suspect confessed: Lili was indeed killed by him.

As for how he put the body into the tomb, there was a dry well fifty meters away from the tomb, with a movable stone halfway up the well, through which one could enter a tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel was a mechanism; after opening the mechanism, two people could move a wall.

After putting the body in, he closed it.

It was very secure.

He opened it twice, the first time to steal antiques and treasures, and the second time to put in the female corpse.

He didn't steal any antiques.

The tomb was empty.

This man specialized in stealing and selling antiques; he was a desperate criminal.

At the Wangjiang Hotel, he was attracted by Lili's beauty and deliberately tried to flirt with her, but she was well-mannered, and he never had a chance.

After his failed tomb raiding attempt last Friday, he was extremely disappointed and decided to vent his anger on Lili.

He slipped a short-acting sleeping pill into her drink. She sat on the sofa and drank some water just before she was about to leave work. A little while later, she became still, her head drooping, her hands hanging limply off the sofa armrests, her body slumped against the back of the sofa.

Her legs, which she had always kept tightly closed, were now slightly bent and stretched forward, her high heels only hooked at her toes, her ankles detached, as if she were drunk and unconscious.

He knew that this posture indicated she was unconscious, completely lacking any restraint, and utterly powerless to resist.

He reached one arm behind her and embraced her upper body.

At this moment, her arms drooped softly at her sides, and her head rolled over, resting on his shoulder.

Then, he used his other arm to bend down, bringing her legs together, placing his arm under her knees, straightening up, and lifting her up.

He carried her to room 511, went to the bed, and placed her on it. Her body was limp; the moment he let go, she collapsed like a sack of flour, lying face up on the bed, her neck tilted to the side, and she remained motionless.

He slowly admired the beauty he had coveted for so many days, now finally within reach.

A classically beautiful oval face, cherry-red lips, and delicate makeup on her fair cheeks.

A well-fitting uniform accentuated her perfect figure: a fitted white long-sleeved shirt, highlighting her full breasts; beneath a black, tight-fitting mini-skirt, her straight, slender legs were encased in deep flesh-colored sheer stockings, radiating an alluring glow!

These stockings had been worn all day, and with the recent carrying, they had loosened somewhat, creating wrinkles at the knees and ankles, adding to their sexiness.

A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. He hastily removed her uniform, stockings, and underwear. To prevent her from waking up too soon, he injected her with another long-acting sleeping pill.

Unexpectedly, this caused her to die suddenly.

His gaze remained fixed on the fresh female corpse, so lifelike, serene, and beautiful.

The sight of the woman on the bed aroused his bestial desires, and he raped her for nine hours before finally carrying the body away, still unsatisfied.

Lili's clothes and shoes were put into plastic bags, tied with weights, and thrown into the river.

Regarding the unexpected murder, he thought that since he had hidden the female corpse in the ancient tomb, the case wouldn't be discovered quickly. Therefore, he didn't rush to leave Santai but stayed in a cheap hotel in the suburbs, intending to try his luck at tomb raiding. However, justice prevailed, and Lili's innocence was soon proven.

The suspect also confessed that the deal was arranged by a Hong Kong antique dealer who told him the location and secrets of the ancient tomb, instructing him to come and steal the treasure.

The short-acting sleeping pills and long-acting injections were also given to him casually by this person.

Two mysteries remain: one is the whereabouts of Lili's body and Fan; the other is the location of the antique dealer in Hong Kong.

It was late, and Director Cao told everyone to rest first.

Only Zhang knew that this tomb dealer was likely the same person as the Hong Kong chairman Zou knew.

He learned of this person's existence from Wang's diary, and he also knew that this person, like the professor, was essentially just a pawn transporting Odessa.

Liu slept for half the day and rode his motorcycle to the tomb at three in the afternoon.

It was raining.

A rustling sound came from the nearby woods, but there was no one in sight, only the calls of cuckoos.

It was the season of "grass seen from afar but not up close," and the gentle drizzle carried a soft coolness, quietly and carefully nourishing the earth.

The newly sprouted grass trembled, accepting nature's love and bounty.

Amidst the soft rain, the cuckoo's call echoed, seemingly near yet far, as if from the heavens.

Entering the ancient tomb, Liu was stunned:

Lili's body lay in the burial chamber again, only dressed in extremely beautiful clothes.

Her expression was still so peaceful, as if she had relinquished all worldly attachments.

To her right lay Fan's body.

His left arm reached under Lili's neck, encircling her shoulder.

His right arm rested on Lili's chest, holding a piece of paper with a few words written on it: "

If you are a kind person, please don't tell anyone, and please seal the entrance so we can rest in peace."

The two childhood sweethearts had long been betrothed, yet they decided to consummate their marriage on their wedding night, saving their happiness for the very end.

Lili indeed kept her promise until the last moment of her life, but unexpectedly, her virginity was given to a desperate man immediately after her death.

Reality is so cruel; even in death, its ruthlessness continues.

That afternoon, Lili and Fan were taken away by their respective families for burial, separated forever.

This relationship had never been accepted by either family.

Three days later, on Saturday, was Lili's funeral.

The Jiang family parents, both weak and lazy, entrusted the funeral arrangements to Lili's workplace.

The current manager of Wangjiang Hotel was the same deputy manager who worked at Weiwei's funeral; he still fantasized about Weiwei's beauty and decided to dress Lili in the same burial clothes as Weiwei.

The uniforms at Wangjiang Hotel were beautiful, but even more remarkable was that all the hotel's staff were hand-picked beauties.

Inside the coffin at the funeral home, Lili slept peacefully.

Light blue eyeshadow, pale pink blush, and light red lipstick—her fair skin and light makeup possessed a fatal allure. She wore

a white long-sleeved shirt with a black, tight-fitting mini-skirt, her long legs encased in light-colored, invisible, ultra-thin pantyhose, and sexy black stilettos.

This incredibly seductive and sexy body, combined with her feminine attire, left all the men present mesmerized.

Zhang, as a government official, also attended the funeral and, taking advantage of a loophole in the crematorium's management, secretly switched Lili's body and transported it back to his home.

Yu Na's body had already been transported there more than five months earlier.

That night, when Yu Na, dressed as a nurse, and Lili, in her uniform, slept together in his bed, Zhang couldn't suppress his excitement.

He noticed that both women were the same height and build as Weiwei.

He took out the Wangjiang Hotel waitress uniform he had treasured for Weiwei's first burial dress six months ago and put it on Yu Na; it fit perfectly. The size of this uniform was exactly the same as the one Lili was wearing.

The two beautiful female corpses, with the same build and identical attire, lying side by side created a tremendous visual impact, intensely stimulating Zhang's senses.

They slept so peacefully, their large eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes, high noses, and beautiful faces adorned with light makeup. Yu Na wore light green eyeshadow, and Lili wore light blue. Their delicate, closed lips were painted with pink lipstick.

Their full breasts pushed up their shirts, forming graceful curves, radiating youthful energy.

Their slender, jade-like hands had long, almond-shaped nails painted with a light pink nail polish. Their fingers were slightly together, right hand on top of left, resting below their high breasts, their fair wrists peeking out from their shirt sleeves.

Their abdomens appeared so flat and soft, their slender waists adding to their vitality, and their shapely, pert buttocks, tightly wrapped in black pencil skirts, displayed remarkable elasticity!

The contours of her round and pert buttocks were fully displayed before Zhang's eyes. Only a carefully selected professional woman could possess such a perfectly proportioned waist, abdomen, and hip area. Her

four straight and slender legs, encased in grey and flesh-colored stockings respectively, appeared so long and graceful, so firm and well-proportioned, radiating an ultimate allure.

Yu Na's bare feet were covered by grey stockings, while Lili wore high heels; some were hidden, some were exposed, but neither could conceal the ambiguous charm of her delicate, stockinged feet.

Faced with two alluring corpses at his mercy, no man could suppress his primal desires.

Tonight's protagonist was undoubtedly the newly arrived Lili.

Zhang skillfully removed her skirt, revealing the female corpse's entire lower body, clad in pantyhose, laid out on the bedsheet. The sight of the pantyhose was undeniably pleasing, and paired with sexy high heels, it was a sight every man dreamed of.

The pantyhose clung tightly to her white briefs, perfectly accentuating her round, firm buttocks, almost bursting out. Her legs, which Zhang had long coveted, were encased in sheer flesh-colored stockings, revealing glimpses of their smooth, supple flesh.

They appeared so perfectly proportioned, clearly the result of specialized leg-shaping training, possessing the curves of a top-tier leg model. The fine, crisscrossing lines of the flesh-colored stockings shifted and changed color along the circumference of her legs, exuding a powerful allure.

He suddenly felt a dryness in his mouth, and his male instincts drove him to reach out and caress those beautiful legs passionately, from the thick, fleshy thighs down to the smooth, stockinged insteps. The color of the flesh-colored stockings against her legs made him dazzled.

He swallowed, and just by touching her, he could already feel the smooth, jade-like skin beneath the stockings, and the wonderfully elastic texture.

A woman with such beautiful legs must also have a pair of irresistible feet. Zhang couldn't wait any longer! He

quickly removed the high heels from the corpse's feet, held them to his nose, and sniffed them. He had expected a leathery smell, but instead, there was a faint, sweet fragrance, followed by a fresh leather scent. This girl was really particular; she even sprayed perfume in her high heels. He put the shoes down

for a moment, then casually picked up one of the corpse's stockinged feet and held it in his palm. Lili's beautiful feet, encased in ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, were as delicate as lotus petals!

The insteps were also full of tender flesh, the arches of the feet displaying the graceful curves of a woman's body. Through the stockings, one could see pearl-colored nail polish on the toes, which, combined with the fair skin, made them shine and appear even more radiant and adorable.

He fondled Lili's beautiful feet in her stockings, squeezing each and every one of her tiny toes. The pinkish color of the female corpse's soles, soft and smooth, seeped into his hands through the thin stockings.

He could no longer control himself; to leave those soft, silky stockings unused would be a crime…

XII. Eternal Dream, Year 1, September 16th, Wednesday.

Odessa Properties:

1. Colorless and odorless liquid;

2. Exists in units of one-thousandth of a milligram, and only in one unit form, meaning it is impossible to inject more than one-thousandth of a milligram into the human body;

3. Enters the human body through the bloodstream, and once inside, it cannot be extracted or detected;

4. Its effects are the same for living and dead bodies, causing immediate death upon entering a living body.

Odessa Effects:

For Vivi:

1. Maintains her most beautiful state;

2. Resists all chemical damage;

3. Eliminates all physical damage annually on the same date and time as her most beautiful state;

For others:

1. Maintains her state at the time of injection for two hundred years;

2. Resists all chemical damage for two hundred years;

3. Eliminates all physical damage annually on the same date and time as the injection for two hundred years;

4. After two hundred years, the effects disappear;

5. Only those who remained virgins at the time of the injection would experience these effects.

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, at this moment, Vivi, completely naked, lay quietly in her master's arms, seemingly asleep.

Her master awaited Vivi's first restoration.

The time ticked to 8:07:49 Beijing time, and the master noticed the purple marks on Vivi's arms vanish instantly.

He knew Vivi had completed this process.

Vivi's most beautiful moment was at 8:07:49 on the day she was killed, just waking from a deep sleep, immersed in dreams of a bright future.

Gao was her first love, and her only and last boyfriend.

Eleven days earlier, Vivi had just gotten engaged, and the thought of going from Gao's girlfriend to his fiancée filled her with shy blush.

At that moment, Vivi longed for her happiness.

And Vivi died at the hands of her beloved—a tragedy indeed.

Sometimes, the beauty of tragedy surpasses everything.

What is eternity? This was the only thing the master relentlessly pursued.

Born thousands of years ago, the master, with his unparalleled wisdom, easily realized humanity's dream of immortality, and lived for this pursuit throughout his life.

After thousands of years of contemplation, he finally found the answer.

Vivi was his eternity.

On this planet, the human body is the most beautiful, but is there truly a most beautiful person in the world? Perhaps everyone has their own taste to determine who they admire most, but as with anything, there is always a single standard, a single standard that uniquely determines the most beautiful person in the world.

Vivi came to this planet according to this standard.

The standard, derived from thousands of years of contemplation, was put into practice by the master.

He meticulously designed the most perfect family tree on Earth, involving hundreds of millions of people; everyone with even the slightest connection to Vivi was included in his calculations.

Finally, a thousand years after the master put the standard into practice, Vivi was born.

Vivi's short life unfolded every moment under the master's design.

Besides her absolute beauty, Vivi's temperament, psychology, and other acquired factors were all perfect.

Finally, on her most beautiful day, Vivi perished as her master had planned.

To add to the tragedy, Vivi suffered endless torment after death.

Because of her beauty, forty-nine men defiled and played with her corpse. Her mouth, cleavage, clitoris, vulva, anus, inner thighs, groin, hands, and feet all became toys for men to use their tongues, fingers, and penises to penetrate!

But no one had the chance to enter her vagina, and no one had the chance to break her hymen; everything was within her master's design and control.

When Vivi finally returned to her master's arms, her mouth, esophagus, stomach, and rectum were filled with men's semen.

But all of this vanished with Vivi's restoration.

At this moment, not only were the wounds on Vivi's body removed, but the filth inside and outside her body would also be gone.

The restoration ability goes far beyond this; it will restore Vivi's body to its most beautiful state in life, without a single flaw. Even if Vivi is shattered to pieces, on the restoration day of the following year, Vivi will still appear in her most beautiful state at the same place as before, without missing a single particle.

The ancient Ethiopian princess was actually the first experimental subject of the master's use of Odessa, and the drug was named after her.

The princess's beautiful body, preserved in the state at the moment of her injection and death, can only be preserved for two hundred years, after which it will return to dust like an ordinary corpse.

Fortunately, the princess's body decomposed in the deep sea, and with the natural destruction of the crystal coffin, all traces have disappeared, leaving only the beautiful legend in the world.

Yu Na, the pure and beautiful nurse, always presented Gao with the beauty of the three minutes after her death. After serving Gao as she wished, she was played with and abandoned by Zhang, waiting alone and contentedly for the day she would return to dust.

Jiang Lili died from a live injection, thus retaining her appearance at the time of death. She too fell into Zhang's hands and awaited her two-hundred-year lifespan.

Spiritual energy permeated the world, giving meaning to nature.

Where spiritual energy condensed, beautiful things in the world formed.

For example, Empress Zhang of the Han Dynasty was a condensation of spiritual energy, hence her unparalleled beauty; hence, she did not age upon reaching adulthood, remaining eternally youthful; hence, even thousands of years after her death, she remained graceful and unparalleled, maintaining the state she was in immediately after death.

Santai was a location carefully chosen by the master, a place of scenic beauty, numerous historical sites, and rich cultural heritage, resulting in an accumulation of spiritual energy. Combined with the master's deliberate arrangement, this led to the appearance of many beautiful and alluring corpses.

Furthermore, the master developed a method that allows female corpses protected by spiritual energy to have one chance to revert to their original state within forty-nine days after death. This reversion can occur at any point from seven days before death to the moment of reversion.

The master only applied this method to six corpses: the beautiful nurses Xie Xia, Yang Nianhua, and Shen Lei; the bride Hao Jie; the beautiful young woman Cai Xiaolan; and the school beauty Bai Xiaoyun.

Because spiritual energy is elusive and unpredictable, the master spent years researching and creating Odessa, another method for protecting female corpses.

If spiritual energy is a matter of fate, this medicine is about doing one's best.

For female corpses protected by spiritual energy, except for Weiwei, the effects and limitations of Odessa apply equally, depending on the state and time of injection, while the effects of spiritual energy disappear. For Weiwei, it's an optimized combination of the two protective effects. Both

spiritual energy and Odessa-protected female corpses can maintain their beauty for a long time, but the former cannot resist chemical damage or eliminate physical damage; the latter cannot exceed the two-hundred-year limit.

As the saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

Only Weiwei, possessing the essence of heaven and earth and the utmost human effort, was able to combine the best of both and enjoy the longevity of heaven and earth.

Maintaining her condition and resisting chemical reduction for a limited time:

Weiwei's most beautiful time in her life was every year without Weiwei's

Odessa injections. Two hundred virgins per year (1 + 3 + 4 = 8).

At the time of death, was there any female (18 - 6 - 5 -

2 - 1 - 2 = 2). Seven days before and after the spiritual energy reduction was no longer relevant; there were no females (6 - 1 - 1 - 4 = 0).

Thirteen, Lost

Hairpin and Shoes: In August of the fourth year, Liu Zheng sat on the sofa at home, playing with the pair of milky-white high-heeled shoes Weiwei wore when she died. He had lost count of how many times he had admired these shoes.

After entering the city's Youth Department Store, these high heels were only touched by Zou and Liu.

Zou never wore them: the pair he tried on at the store was different; when he stole them from the museum, he merely pressed the shoe prints on the scene.

After Liu removed the shoes from Weiwei's feet at the scene of the body disposal, he never let anyone else touch them: Liu himself presented them at the case analysis meeting and during Gao's interrogation; Liu also delivered them to the evidence warehouse for archiving.

Weiwei put on these shoes around 9 a.m. on the day she was killed, at Zou's request. She rested at the hotel at noon and was carried to the bedroom by Gao around 8 p.m., wearing these shoes the entire time.

Even after being caressed and murdered by Gao, these shoes remained with her.

In total, she wore them for eight hours and thirty minutes before death and for ten hours and fifty minutes after death.

Finally, Liu removed them from her feet at the scene of her body.

Weiwei lay barefoot in the cold autopsy room for two weeks; wouldn't her feet have gotten cold?

These high heels, as evidence, were kept at the police station for two years before being disposed of, but Liu kept them and kept them as a keepsake.

Now, four years after they were made, they still look brand new.

Liu held the shoes in his hand, thinking, "A beautiful girl died wearing these beautiful shoes, yet these shoes brought her the crime of theft. This girl will never be able to walk in shoes again. Even if shoes were put on her feet, she could only lie there, with everyone able to see the soles."

Weiwei's beautiful feet were etched into Liu's mind, haunting him for years.

High arches, hollow soles, beautiful curves, snow-white skin, lustrous and rosy, exquisitely beautiful.

Liu recalled the scene of Weiwei's body, the crisp autumn air, the clear light, the white sheet of the autopsy, and those alluring feet, nestled in high heels, taut and taut, the small expanse of instep exposed high.

They presented a lovely yet sexy appearance, the high arches even allowing a glimpse of her delicate, white soles through the inside of the heels.

He had personally removed Weiwei's high heels, and everything seemed so vivid in his mind: he knelt on one knee at her feet, cradling her calf in his hands. Using the smooth friction of the stockings, he gently pulled on the heel of the high heel, revealing her round, adorable heel and the hollow, raised arch of her foot.

He slowly removed her pointed, thin-stockinged toes from the high heel, and her slender, silk-clad foot shyly fell into his hands, delivering a touch he would never forget!

Tender, soft, and boneless!

The temperature of her foot had almost dropped to room temperature, cool; her lovely toes, however, still retained a hint of moisture, icy.

Thus, her entire foot felt soft and cool against his palm.

He couldn't contain his joy, freely kneading her exquisitely soft stockinged foot while admiring its alluring beauty.

Her arches remained taut, maintaining the posture she held before death, creating a very feminine foot shape.

Through the ultra-thin, seamless stockings, one could clearly see that her smooth, jade-like toenails were unpainted, possessing a natural beauty as exquisitely sculpted as her face. Her

small, delicate toes, squeezed tightly together by the high heels, slowly relaxed after being freed, arranging themselves neatly and smoothly into a semi-circular shape.

Even the invisible, ultra-thin stockings retained a hazy, alluring quality, and the soft light filtering through the toes made her beautiful feet even more captivating.

Reluctantly placing this stockinged foot on the white cloth, he did the same, removing the other alluring high heel from her smooth, slender foot. Of course, that stockinged foot was also gently kneaded and played with.

Awakening from his reverie, he couldn't help but smell the high heel in his hands again.

She's gone, but does her lingering fragrance remain, even if only a trace lingers on her shoes?

Actually, Vivi's feet never directly touched those high heels, because they were always encased in stockings.

They were nude-colored, invisible, ultra-thin pantyhose; sheer to the buttocks and legs, transparent at the toes; made of Lycra; achieving perfect invisibility under normal light!

Under strong light, they displayed a crystal-clear, full luster; the stockings were extremely thin and highly transparent, even revealing the barely noticeable pinhole on Vivi's left buttock.

These pantyhose accompanied Vivi longer than those high heels.

Counting from the day Weiwei died, she wore the stockings for thirteen hours and ten minutes before she died, and for eleven hours and twenty minutes after. Normally, Weiwei changed her underwear daily, but because she spent the night before her death at the Zou family's house, she wore them for a full nine hours, from 8:30 AM to 5:30 PM.

After Weiwei's death, besides her beloved, only Liu directly touched her stockinged feet: at the scene, Liao wore gloves, but Liu, without gloves, removed the high heels from her body. No one else touched her corpse, and Liao finally removed the stockings at the scene.

Similarly, two years ago, when the police were processing expired evidence, Liu also kept the stockings.

Also becoming Liu's collection were Weiwei's dark gray pleated miniskirt, white long-sleeved shirt, and the pure white bra and panties from the matching set.

Recalling the case from that year, Liu would always guess that when Weiwei left home that night, she was putting those cream-colored high-heeled shoes on her stockinged feet for the last time.

Could she have imagined that her high heels and pantyhose would be taken off and put back on by her beloved, and that her corpse would lie on a white sheet not far from where her beloved had dumped her body?

In full view of everyone, after her miniskirt and shirt were removed, her sexy stockinged feet were grabbed by a complete stranger and her high heels were taken off, and her seamless, light-colored, ultra-thin pantyhose were peeled off by a complete stranger, leaving her completely naked?

According to Liu, there were four pairs of stockings related to Weiwei's corpse, all of them seamless; and two pairs of shoes, both high-heeled leather shoes:

one pair of light-colored, invisible, ultra-thin pantyhose paired with milky-white high-heeled leather shoes, which Weiwei wore both before and after her murder. Before she was alive, Liu put them on and took them off for her; after she died, Liu put them on for her and Liu took them off for her. The stockings and shoes ultimately ended up in Liu's hands.

2. Gray matte semi-transparent pantyhose + pure white high-heeled sandals, worn by Weiwei at her funeral two weeks after her death, paired with her work uniform. Qianqian put them on for her and then took them off. The pantyhose were casually taken away by Zou along with the uniform, eventually ending up in Zhang's hands. The shoes were left at the Gu family

's house and their whereabouts are unknown. 3. Light skin-toned invisible ultra-thin pantyhose + silver-white high-heeled sandals, worn by Weiwei at her funeral, paired with a cheongsam. Qianqian put them on for her and then took them off. The pantyhose were the same, left at the Gu family's house and their whereabouts are unknown. The shoes were left at the Gu family

's house and their whereabouts are unknown. 4. White slightly sheer sheer thigh-high stockings, worn by Weiwei at her funeral, paired with her wedding dress. Qianqian put them on for her, but the corpse thief took them off. The stockings were taken

by the corpse thief and their whereabouts are unknown. Necrophilia and fetishism are usually divided into six types: spectacled, tactile, collecting, sexual, smelling, and tasting.

The first four are more common.

Liu's fetishes stemmed entirely from Weiwei and had reached a very serious level, encompassing the first five types.

In the fascination with female corpses, space is a crucial factor.

Necrophilia always carries the shadow of fetishism, though not in the true sense.

Stockings and high heels are frequently expected to be found on beautiful female corpses.

No garment clung to the skin better than stockings. Imagine a pair of exquisite feet and legs encased in pantyhose, almost completely bound. However, at the toes, the upturned big toe and the downward curling of the other four toes create completely enclosed spaces.

On one side of the instep are four narrow gaps between the toes, irregular and varied in shape. The outer edge of each gap is outlined by the stockings in an inward crescent shape, while the five toes together form a graceful outward arc!

On one side of the foot, a space is formed with an inverted "Y" shape at the top and a flat bottom. The flat bottom doesn't erase the graceful curves of the five toes; on the contrary, the interplay of light and shadow within it accentuates the allure of the changing curves!

Additionally, some less elastic stockings also create similar enclosed spaces at the ankle, arch, and even the back of the knee.

These spaces can be seen as a subtle resistance to the stockings' forced confinement. Though minute, they are like a candle flickering in a strong wind, more captivating and evoking a sense of delicate beauty.

Stockings cannot maintain their shape on their own; they rely solely on the support of the foot and leg to wrap and outline, yet stubbornly and unyieldingly form their own enclosed space. In contrast, high heels can maintain their shape independently.

Even the feet are forced to conform to their own shape, their delicate feet rigidly bent into beautiful arches. On the other hand, the space maintained by the high heels also protects the space created by the stockings.

Placing a pair of stockinged feet into a high heel, the curved outline of the toes and the flat surface of the toeboard perfectly match the space inside the shoe, undoubtedly reinforcing those fragile spaces and further increasing their airtightness.

This is just one example of stockings and high heels; the feeling of placing a beautifully dressed female corpse in a small coffin is an even more perfect illustration of the relationship between necrophilia and space.

Beautiful women are always associated with beautiful shoes.

Liu thought of a recent case.

The lake's boat manager woke up before dawn to find one of his boats floating in the middle of the lake, with no one in sight.

This often happens in summer.

Some couples row out onto the lake at night, enjoying themselves on board.

If you looked closer, you'd probably see a man and a woman sleeping in each other's arms on the boat! He jumped into a small boat and rowed out onto the lake.

Having grown completely accustomed to the job, he quickly rowed close to the boat.

Things seemed more complicated than they appeared.

There was no one on the boat.

Moreover, two pairs of shoes were left on it—one pair of men's work shoes, the other of women's sandals.

He knew what that meant.

The two people couldn't have rowed there to swim.

A love triangle—this was the first time he'd encountered such a thing since becoming the manager.

He left the boat as it was, picked up his oar, and immediately rowed back to shore to report the incident to the police.

An hour later, sure enough, the bodies of a man and a woman were recovered.

Since it was likely a love triangle, only Liu and Liao arrived.

Upon arriving at the scene, they immediately noticed the white sheet covering the two bodies on the lakeshore.

Liu lifted the sheet, revealing the faces of a middle-aged man and a young woman.

The man was in his forties, dressed like an office worker in a suit.

The woman appeared to be a white-collar professional working under him. She

was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, a beautiful woman with a charming and alluring figure.

Her long, wet hair and skirt clung to her body, revealing alluring curves.

Although her eyes were closed, she appeared to be asleep, looking incredibly lifelike.

She wore bright red lipstick, pink nail polish, and bare feet with matching pink toenail polish. These cosmetics appeared to be high-end, as the color hadn't faded even after being submerged in water.

The girl had meticulously prepared herself before death, seemingly hoping to be an elegant woman in her next life.

"Death is the end," Liao shook his head.

"Who are the protagonists of this immoral affair?"

"Don't jump to conclusions," Liu said.

"Oh?"

"Look at the wrists of the corpses."

The man's right wrist was bound with a red cloth rope, about twenty centimeters long, which seemed to have been torn off.

The woman's right wrist was also bound with a cloth rope.

"They must have jumped into the water hand-to-hand."

"But isn't it strange that both of them have their right hands bound?" Liu said.

"Usually, the right and left hands are tied together."

"That makes sense." Liao thought for a moment and nodded.

"But this kind of thing happens occasionally, doesn't it?"

"It's possible, but it's always unsettling..." Liu frowned and sighed.

Interestingly, half an hour later, another female corpse floated up, only about ten meters from the previous spot.

"A young woman, about the same age as the previous one!" Liao said.

"Her clothes are a bit different."

Hearing him say that, Liao realized that the previous woman was wearing rather high-class clothes, while this one was wearing a rather cheap old-fashioned dress.

Even excluding the fact that it was wet, it looked very old.

"Another suicide corpse has surfaced on the same day..." Liao shook his head and sighed.

"Not suicide." Liu said.

"Oh?"

"She died of a love triangle."

"Why? Wasn't she alone?"

"Look at her wrist."

Liao examined the female corpse again and couldn't help but doubt his eyes.

On the woman's left wrist, there was a red cloth rope exactly the same as the one used on the two corpses that died of a love triangle.

The case had become complicated. What was initially thought to be a simple love triangle had turned into this strange situation.

Liu called Zhang and Tang over to examine the scene.

Liu and Liao questioned the administrator again, focusing on the shoes—a crucial element.

Liao suddenly asked, "You know the story of Cinderella, right?"

"Huh?" Liu countered.

"Yes, they tried on those glass slippers..."

"The difference is, these weren't glass slippers, and the people trying them on were dead." Liao explained

that the boat had drifted ashore, and only men's shoes were found on board.

A thorough search revealed no trace of women's shoes.

The most crucial women's shoes were missing.

This was a mistake caused by their earlier underestimation of the case.

Liu and the others had to ask everyone around them.

"Excuse me," came the girl they had questioned earlier.

"Did you need something?"

"Actually..."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then finally said, as if steeling herself, "This!"

She held out a pair of women's sandals to Liu.

"This is..."

"Something from that ship."

"But just now—"

"I originally wanted to keep it for myself."

"Huh?"

"It's a really high-class item! Much more expensive than what I'm wearing. I tried it on, and it fits perfectly."

"So you wanted to keep it for yourself—"

"To put it bluntly, that's exactly what I meant."

"Fool." Liu smiled wryly.

"Why did you want to return it?"

"Later I heard it was the belongings of someone who died for love, and I felt disgusted! I was afraid she would come back to haunt me."

As a modern person, he was quite superstitious.

"Anyway, thank you," Liu said.

Then, Liu tried on the glass slippers for the two Cinderella candidates.

The most interesting thing happened: neither of the two women could fit into the shoes.

It wasn't until evening that the autopsy reports for the three were completed, after all, it involved dissecting three bodies at once.

All three had drowned, but strangely, the two women died around 4:30 in the morning, while the man died an hour later. From this, it seemed that the two girls died at the same time.

However, the man's semen was found in the body of the girl who was with him, suggesting that the man and woman died together. The other girl had also had sexual intercourse before her death, but no semen was found, possibly indicating the use of a condom.

On the third day, the identities of the three were confirmed. The man was a failed businessman who had recently gone bankrupt, making suicide a likely possibility.

The girl discovered around the same time was a white-collar professional.

She was quite wealthy; her father was the chairman of a company, and she herself worked at a branch office.

The other girl, though young, was already married to someone else.

Her husband was unreasonable; when the police called him, he refused to come and claim the body, claiming that a woman who died with another man wasn't his wife and that she could be sent to him as a small package.

Neither of the girls seemed likely to have committed suicide.

The three were strangers, and no one could prove they had any contact.

The sandals were also found; they belonged to a customer at a nearby restaurant and were stolen on the morning of the incident.

This was a strange case, initially at a standstill, and if it weren't for Liao's ingenious hypothetical scenario, it might have remained a dead case.

The final result was completely unexpected, just like Liao's hypothesis.

The man committed suicide. When he arrived at the lake, he discovered the drowned body of the wealthy young woman.

The girl had only been dead for half an hour when her body floated to the shore.

The man noticed the cloth rope tied around her wrists and had a sudden inspiration.

The man had failed his entire life, and suicide was the only option left for him. He felt that dying alone was too tragic, so he decided to die with another woman, at least so that others wouldn't look down on him—that's male vanity, isn't it?

Now, a beautiful woman was before him, even though she was already dead.

He committed necrophilia with this beauty, leaving his semen inside her. He

first hid the body, then stole a pair of expensive sandals from a nearby restaurant. He then untied the cloth rope from the woman's wrists, tore it in half, and retied it around both of their wrists. He carried her onto a boat, rowed to the middle of the lake, left the two pairs of shoes on the boat, and then jumped into the lake with the woman's body, pretending to have died for love.

The man never dreamed that this young woman hadn't committed suicide alone; she was the true victim of a love suicide. But what no one expected was that the other woman was also a lesbian, and that's why their relationship was so secretive.

After their final act of intercourse, they tied themselves together with a rope and jumped into the lake to their deaths.

Unexpectedly, the rope broke, and the wealthy young woman floated to the shore first. She was shocked to find herself being violated after death; it was her first time having sex with a man, though she felt nothing.

The two women's shoes were never found. They probably threw themselves into the lake wearing them, and the shoes were lost in the water, or perhaps they took them off and left them on the shore, where someone picked them up. But none of that mattered anymore.

"Same-sex love suicide is also noble," was Liao's final comment on this mystery-like case.

XIV. Sisterly Fate, Year Seven, July.

Wang Xuemei was a visiting forensic pathologist at the Santai City Police Department.

Lu Xing was Xue's classmate in college. Because his father was a leading authority in the province's mental health field, he was assigned to the province's most prestigious psychiatric hospital as a psychiatrist immediately after graduating from medical school.

There's a saying that doctors and nurses in psychiatric hospitals are somewhat neurotic.

Xue actually had a feeling about this.

Back in school, she couldn't see anything wrong with Lu, only that he was too aloof and indifferent to everyone.

That morning, Xue was doing her morning exercise on the street outside the hospital when a police car pulled up beside her. Zhang,

the forensic doctor from the city bureau, waved to Xue, and she got into the car.

Once inside, she learned that the police had just received a report from Lu that his wife, Gu Qianqian, had died in the bathtub.

Thanks to his father's connections, the couple lived in a large three-bedroom apartment.

The bathroom fixtures were all imported, and the bathtub was exceptionally large.

Qianqian had been a popular dancer in the city's song and dance troupe, quite influential nationwide.

She had retired from the dance world after marrying Lu two years ago.

Now, the beautiful Qianqian lies naked in the large white bathtub. Her

pale, beautiful face, with long eyelashes covering her tightly closed eyelids,

is turned to the side, her arms bent over her chest, like a peacefully sleeping infant.

Since the female corpse is naked, Zhang can save the trouble of undressing her.

As a famous beauty, it's unexpected that her death would be so alluring.

Because Lu was Xue's classmate and had previously dealt with Zhang from the Municipal Public Security Bureau,

the conversation between the police and the parties involved was very polite.

Lu casually recounted the events to them.

Lu and Qianqian lived in separate bedrooms.

Around 7 a.m., Lu got up and found the bathroom light on. When he went into the bathroom, he found Qianqian dead in the bathtub.

"At first, I tried to carry her out. But she was too heavy, and I panicked, so I couldn't lift her. So, I pulled the plug to drain the water and tried to give her CPR, but it was too late; she was already dead," Lu recalled.

Following Lu's description, Xue imagined the scene unfolding before her eyes.

When Xue's gaze swept over Lu, she suddenly noticed that Lu was still wearing his pajamas, which were dry and showed no signs of getting wet from rescuing her in the bathtub.

"Lu Xing, have you been wearing these clothes since last night?" Xue asked unexpectedly.

"Yes," Lu replied, puzzled.

"This guy, he's definitely not telling the truth," Xue thought to herself.

Xue told Zhang her thoughts.

Zhang decided to perform an autopsy on the body.

However, Zhang suddenly had to go on a business trip, and the interns who came to the police station for their internship dissected Qianqian three times in a row, but they still couldn't find the cause of Qianqian's death.

That day, Xue's mentor, Professor Wu Mingying, called Xue back to school.

It turned out that the city bureau had brought Qianqian's body to their forensic department again.

Because it had been in the freezer for too long, Qianqian's body had been completely frozen solid, and the woman's back was frozen to the metal plate in the freezer.

They first put the woman's body, along with the metal plate, in the operating room to thaw it.

Two hours passed, and Xue tried to move the woman's body and found that it had separated from the metal plate.

Xue slowly turned Qianqian's body over and saw that Qianqian's buttocks, which had been flattened due to lying on her back, had now returned to their rounded, perfect curves.

The full breasts, slender waist, plump thighs, and long limbs—this sensual figure, every inch displaying the allure of the deceased in life, was now inadvertently revealed as the female corpse thawed.

After a while, Xue told Wu that the autopsy could begin.

Wu would perform the autopsy, with Xue as her assistant.

On the autopsy table, the young and beautiful face, though devoid of color, remained youthful and beautiful.

Her already fair skin appeared even paler.

Death had vividly presented an incomparably beautiful, yet tragically cold, woman on their autopsy table.

"1.68 meters tall, well-developed, well-nourished..." Xue recorded the routine examination of the corpse while simultaneously recording the findings. Under

the operating lights, they examined the entire surface of the female corpse from head to toe, front to back.

They searched methodically for over an hour.

Finally, with the help of a high-powered magnifying glass, they discovered a pinhole-like mark on Qianqian's left buttock.

They carefully cut a piece of skin tissue with the needle puncture mark.

After preparing a section, they examined the fat and muscle tissue at the puncture site and found slight inflammatory changes.

Pathological examination confirmed that the puncture mark was left from an injection within an hour before the deceased's death.

Finally, they needed to examine the injected substance from this tissue sample.

The tissue piece was extremely small; choosing the wrong direction for toxicological testing would inevitably render all their efforts futile.

Under Wu's guidance, they concluded that the most likely drug injected into Qianqian's left buttock before her death was insulin.

This was because: first, Lu was proficient in the pharmacology of insulin and had easy access to the drug; second, although Qianqian's body did not show characteristic fatal lesions or injuries, this could not rule out the possibility of death from hypoglycemic shock. Because

people who die from hypoglycemic shock do not leave special morphological changes on their bodies.

If Qianqian did indeed receive an insulin injection before her death, then the cause of death—death from hypoglycemic shock caused by human intervention—could be definitively determined.

Of course, the murderer would also be easy to find.

So, they tested the tissue for insulin content and found eighty-four units of insulin.

Next, they measured the sugar content of Qianqian's vitreous humor after her death and found it was significantly lower than normal.

Qianqian's cause of death was found: hypoglycemic shock due to insulin injection.

Before Lu was executed, Xue visited him several times.

Lu was a boy with a passion for literature, but his father, a psychiatrist, forced him to follow in his footsteps.

Arriving at the mental hospital, he suddenly felt as if the whole world was surrounded by mental patients.

Countless patients poured into his hospital from all corners, coming before him, exposing their ugly bodies, and demanding injections of a liquid called insulin.

Faced with these mentally twisted patients, Lu's mood worsened.

He felt that the mental patients were stifling his genius; he was almost suffocating.

To prove that he still had imagination and a brilliant mind, and to free himself from the encirclement of the mental patients, Lu decided to conduct a completely different and extremely stimulating experiment with insulin.

The subject of the experiment was his wife, Qianqian.

The day before the experiment, the two made love starting at 7 PM, a passionate three-hour affair that brought them both to unprecedented climaxes.

The next morning, still basking in happiness, Qianqian, after hearing her husband's description of a flu outbreak in the city, readily allowed him to administer a "special vaccine."

This case was taken seriously from beginning to end by Liu, the then deputy director of the Santai City Police Department, who still harbored resentment over his first case seven years prior.

Although the case was solved, Weiwei's body was never found. Gu's parents, grieving the loss of their beloved daughter, passed away within a year of each other.

Liu couldn't forgive his own incompetence and even issued a warrant for the search of Weiwei's body. Learning that the Gu family was small and Qianqian was now an orphan, he took on the responsibility of caring for her.

Qianqian, who bore a striking resemblance to Weiwei, graduated from high school and was admitted to a dance academy, becoming a renowned ballet dancer before even graduating.

It seemed to be the fate of the Gu sisters. Like her sister, Qianqian fell in love with a doctor. However, unlike her sister Weiwei, who died as a virgin at the hands of her fiancé, Qianqian was murdered by her beloved husband six months after their marriage.

Even more disturbingly, Qianqian's body had once slept in the morgue of the police station where her sister had slept, and had been repeatedly examined on the autopsy table where her sister had been examined.

Ten days after Qianqian's death, Liu, as a relative, claimed the beautiful corpse.

He went to the morgue, opened the morgue containing Qianqian's body, and a wisp of white mist slowly rose from it, just like her graceful figure in life.

His chest heaved uncontrollably. Looking inside, his beautiful body lay quietly in the ice coffin, faintly visible in the white mist, its fragrance rich and alluring!

A beautiful, ethereal light emanated from the pitch-black ice coffin, like a dazzling white firework suddenly bursting in the dark night sky, instantly captivating the viewer.

The white mist within the coffin dissipated, gradually fading until it transformed into wisps of smoke, slowly disappearing into the vast air, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful, icy body!

She remained as youthful and beautiful as ever, charming and serene, seemingly having long forgotten the grudges and passions of the mortal world, gradually entering the cycle of life and death.

At this moment, her exquisite body was fully revealed to his eyes, her breasts heaving like waves!

The surface of her breasts was as smooth as a mirror, her inner breasts lush and verdant, her legs straight and red, her toes pink and green—what a beautiful body! Now, it was vividly presented before him, and he stared intently at her delicate and alluring body, his gaze lingering on it deeply.

Such a beautiful and captivating body would soon be mercilessly burned to ashes by the flames; the thought was heart-wrenching.

He resolved to give her a proper burial.

To prevent a repeat of Weiwei's theft, Liu moved Qianqian to his home.

With no relatives left in the Gu and Lu families, Liu arranged Qianqian's funeral himself: he hired the best embalmer to prepare her body, the best makeup artist for her final touches, and the most luxurious clothes for her.

Liu noticed that Qianqian's feet were also beautifully shaped, reminding him of Weiwei's pair of cream-colored high-heeled shoes. He had Qianqian try them on, and they fit perfectly. Thus, the shoes Weiwei wore when she died were used to accompany the deceased Qianqian.

Perhaps this was Qianqian's wish, for on the day Weiwei was killed, she had admired the new high heels her sister was wearing.

The specially made embalmed crystal coffin containing Qianqian's remains was filled with bright red roses sent by Liu.

Qianqian, nestled among the bright red roses, seemed to smile, her face serene and peaceful, her gentle expression like that of someone in a dream.

For the past seven years, Liu had been tormented by his longing for Weiwei. Seeing Qianqian's alluring appearance, which bore a resemblance to Weiwei, Liu could no longer restrain himself.

He gazed at Qianqian's face, a face pale from death, now lightly made up, exuding an icy aura, yet as vibrant as a flower.

This stunningly beautiful woman had been lying before him for two whole days, and now he was finally about to erupt.

He stroked her large breasts through her burial shroud; they hadn't hardened, still full of elasticity, which further aroused his lust. He carried her to the bed and undressed her completely.

Her fair and delicate face, her tender and alluring body, lay perfectly before him.

Her smooth, white belly, her radiant vulva, her rounded thighs, her long, slender, white legs, and her delicate toes—all of them burned with desire, stirring every nerve in his body and filling him with a vibrant spring.

Her breasts showed no signs of shrinking; in fact, they appeared exceptionally firm, their fullness and plumpness still breathtaking. The two nipples remained pink, and he couldn't resist sucking, touching, and pinching them.

Continuing his exploration downwards, he saw a fleshy slit between her legs below her belly, a small opening within the dark forest, resembling both an abalone and a seashell.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that she, like her sister, possessed unparalleled beauty.

He gently licked her vulva, as if savoring a delicious delicacy…

He could no longer resist; he grasped his penis and thrust it into her vulva, thinking: Since you are already dead, I need not show you any mercy.

Although I couldn't break your sister's hymen, Zhang, Wang, Tang, Zhang, Cao, and of course me—all six people in the bureau connected to your sister's case—have all been with her.

I really admire Gao; he had the chance to deflower your sister, yet he let such a stunning beauty go to waste.

So, he thrust in and out with all his might. Her folded little hole gripped his big cock tightly, the flesh walls rubbing against his glans. Ah…

He thought: No matter how popular you are, no matter how much of a ballet star you are, now I can fuck you hard, penetrate you hard, and kill you, make your death even worse…

After finishing, Liu looked at Weiwei's high heels lying to the side, still reluctant to part with them.

He found a pair of pointe shoes for Qianqian, and also found a book about pointe shoes. After studying it for a while, he put the shoes on Qianqian.

First, he wrapped toe covers on her toes, put on the shoes, bent her legs, and placed her feet flat on the ground.

Next, he tied the ribbons

. First, he wrapped the ribbon on the arch of her foot over the instep and around her ankle, making a loop at the narrowest part of the ankle and securing it on the inside. Then, he wrapped the ribbon on the outside of her foot in the opposite direction. He tried to make the ribbons completely flat, wrapping them close to her foot, and crossed the two ribbons on the instep to form a pretty cross.

Finally, he tied the two ribbons into a small bow on the inside of her ankle, carefully tucking the knot into the ribbon next to it so that the knot was not visible from any direction. After much

effort, Liu realized that he had put flesh-colored sheer stockings on Qianqian instead of dance stockings, which didn't match her pointe shoes.

There was no other way but to start over. He took off Qianqian's pointe shoes and stockings, found a pair of white matte pantyhose, and changed her into them.

Because of her ballet training, her toes remained taut even after death, stretching her stockinged feet into elegant and sexy curves. Liu couldn't bear to obscure this beauty, so he gently placed her pointe shoes on Qianqian's lower abdomen, creating a unique scene.

Murdered by her boyfriend, stories like Weiwei's will likely repeat themselves again and again.

Weiwei and Qianqian, who loved each other deeply until their deaths, were both incredibly pitiful when their bodies lay in state. Only

after Qianqian, dressed beautifully, was buried beside her parents' graves did Liu find peace.

After the funeral, Liu sorted through the Gu family's belongings and discovered that Weiwei's things were all gone. After all, seven years had passed, and Weiwei's death had caused the Gu family too much grief. Qianqian, wanting to move on from the past, had deliberately erased all traces of Weiwei's life. Liu

only found some photos of Weiwei in a corner of the Gu family home. Because Weiwei disliked having her picture taken, there weren't many, but these unexpected finds were enough to become treasures Liu would cherish for a lifetime.

Previously, he only had photos of Weiwei's body after her death, those were photos of Weiwei at the scene of the body disposal and during the autopsy, which had accompanied Liu through countless nights of longing; now, he finally had Weiwei's voice and smile when she was alive, along with those photos of her naked body, which could at least comfort Liu's longing.

A total of 360 photos of Vivi:

196 before her death;

108 at the scene where her body was dumped;

39 fully clothed; 3 full-body front and side view three-view drawings; 3 head three-view drawings; 2 eyes closed and open; 1 nostril; 2 lips closed and open with the inside of the mouth; 1 neck; 2 arms; 2 hands; 1 chest; 1 abdomen; 1 stockings legs, stockings feet, and high heels; 1 stockings thigh; 1 stockings calf; 5 stockings feet, high heels, front and side view three-view drawings; 1 full-body back view; 1 hair; 1 back of the neck; 2 arms and back; 2 backs of the hands; 1 back; 1 miniskirt, stockings legs, stockings feet, and high heels; 1 miniskirt, stockings, and underwear covering the buttocks; 1 stockings thigh and back. ; Stockings on calves and back 1; Stockings on feet and soles of high heels 1

; Removing dark gray pleated mini skirt 10; Full body three-view 3; Stockings and high heels covering the whole body 1; Stockings covering the lower abdomen 1; Stockings and panties covering the vulva 1; Full body back view 1; Stockings on buttocks, stockings on legs, stockings on feet and high heels, overall back 1; Stockings and panties covering the buttocks 1; Stockings covering the left buttock with needle marks 1

10. Remove white long-sleeved shirt: Full body three-view 3; left and right armpits 2; bra covering the chest 1; upper abdomen 1; navel 1; full body back view 1; back view with bra 1.

12. Remove off-white high-heeled leather shoes: Full body three-view 3; overall area covered by stockings 1; three-view 5 of stockings on the instep and left and right sides 5; full body back view 1; stockings on the buttocks, stockings on the legs, stockings on the feet overall back 1; stockings on the soles of the feet 1.

20. Remove light skin-colored pantyhose: Full body three-view 3; overall area from waist to toes 1; lower abdomen 1; underwear covering the vulva 1; thigh 1; calf 1; three-view 5 of both feet on the instep and left and right sides 1. View 5; Full body back view 1; Buttocks, legs, feet, overall back 1; Underwear covering buttocks 1; Needle mark on left buttock 1; Back of thigh 1; Back of calf 1; Soles of feet 1

; Remove pure white bra 8: Full body three-view 3; Chest 1; Left and right nipples 2; Full body back view 1; Back 1;

Remove pure white cotton underwear and completely naked 9: Full body three-view 3; From waist to toes, overall 1; Vulva 1; Anus 1; Full body back view 1; Buttocks, legs, feet, overall back 1; Buttocks 1;

Autopsy room 56 images:

Supine 42: Full body three-view 3; Head three-view 3; Eyes closed and open 2 ; Nostrils 1; Inside of the mouth after lips are closed and open 2; Neck 1; Left and right armpits 2; Arms 2; Hands 2; Chest 1; Left and right nipples 2; Upper abdomen 1; Waist to toes 1; Navel 1; Lower abdomen 1; Vulva 9: Mons pubis, labia majora, labia minora, vaginal vestibule, clitoris, vaginal opening, urethral opening, hymen, vestibular glands; Anus 1; Thigh 1; Lower leg 1; Three-view diagram of the instep and left and right sides of both feet 5

Prone 14: Back view of the whole body 1; Hair 1; Back of neck 1; Back of both arms 2; Back of hands 2; Back 1; Back of both buttocks, legs, and feet 1; Buttocks 1; Needle mark on left buttock 1; Back of thigh 1; Lower back 1; Soles of both feet 1.

A total of 720 photos of Qianqian were collected:

520 before her death;

200 everyday photos;

200 ballet performance photos;

120 wedding photos ; 56 photos

from the crime scene ; 56 photos from

the autopsy room ; 44 photos of her in the mortuary; and 44 photos of her in the full mortuary. Fifteen, Tears Shed in a Foreign Land, Wednesday, November 4th, Seven Years Later, Taipei. Hiraga Takaaki was currently driving to the police station. As a detective in the First Investigative Division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Hiraga had been investigating the disappearance of the famous singer Arisaka Fuyuko for twelve years. He had recently received information from the Taiwanese police that a doctor connected to Fuyuko's disappearance had appeared in Taipei. He came to the police station to coordinate a joint search with the Taipei police. The operation was scheduled for tonight. The doctor, named Taoka Kunio, lived on the twenty-third floor of a thirty-story building in the city center. Several police officers surrounded Taoka's room from all sides. Taoka's actions were being monitored. He was sitting on a sofa against the wall when he pressed a remote control on the wardrobe opposite him. The second drawer from the bottom slowly extended outwards, revealing a beautiful woman lying inside, resembling Fuyuko, who had been missing for twelve years. The drawer continued to extend beyond the wardrobe's thickness, indicating a hidden compartment nearby. The drawer extended nearly two meters, revealing the woman's entire body. She was coldly beautiful, ethereal, and exquisitely elegant, lying quietly and peacefully, so fresh and alluring, as if she were alive. She wore a cloth kimono, pale blue with dark blue flowers scattered throughout. A pair of slender hands, clasped at her abdomen, held a vibrant red rose, complementing her beautiful face. She wore white tabi socks. Taoka walked to the woman's body, knelt down, and gazed at her face with deep emotion. The officers rushed in, but Taoka remained calm. He spoke a few words in Japanese to the female corpse and then jumped out of the nearby French window. This was completely unexpected by the officers. They looked out the window, but Taoka had already disappeared into the darkness. Two officers immediately rushed downstairs. The Taipei officer in charge of the operation asked Hiraga, "What did he say?" Hiraga replied, "He said, 'Fuyuko, we've loved each other for so many years, but now it's all over. They're trying to break us up. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone to find another woman. Fuyuko, we could have loved each other for two hundred years, Fuyuko.'" The officers approached the female corpse. It turned out that the corpse was lying in a freezer, covered with small blocks of ice. The corpse was frozen solid and unable to move, but it did indeed resemble Fuyuko. At that moment, a call came from the officers downstairs: Taoka had died on the spot. Soon, several police cars from the Taipei Police Department arrived… The preserved female corpse had been transported to the Taipei Police Department's autopsy room, and the autopsy was now being conducted under the watchful eyes of officers from both sides. The thawed corpse seemed to have regained some vitality. The deceased was 1.68 meters tall, matching Dongzi's height. Combined with blood type and dental data, it could be confirmed that the corpse was Dongzi, who had been missing for twelve years. There was a one-centimeter-wide stab wound one centimeter above the deceased's navel. The examination revealed that Dongzi died from excessive blood loss, and the time of death was approximately ten years ago. Furthermore, judging from Dongzi's genitals, she must have had a very high libido; most men could not satisfy her. Taoka's penis was enormous, beyond the reach of most women. It seemed the two were a match made in heaven. Soon after, the officers who had searched Taoka's house returned, confirming their initial intelligence: Taoka was indeed Dongzi's private beautician. He had suddenly disappeared in Japan seven years ago in June and moved to his current residence this August. Not long ago, due to his suspicious behavior, he was reported by his neighbors, attracting the attention of the police, who conducted a covert investigation and cooperated with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Now, Taoka's secret has finally come to light: Twelve years ago, 24-year-old Fuyuko was Japan's most popular female singer, and Taoka became her personal beautician. That spring, Fuyuko suddenly disappeared. The Japanese police were unable to solve the case, but they never gave up. Seven years ago, Taoka disappeared again, arousing the police's suspicion, but they still made no progress. By examining a document that Taoka had secretly stored in Japan, they learned that Taoka and Fuyuko fell in love at work, but were unable to escape the record company. So, Fuyuko first hid in a villa that the two had secretly purchased. However, the extremely possessive Taoka forbade her to go out. After the passion subsided, Fuyuko, who desperately longed for freedom but could not obtain it, was utterly desperate. After a three-month honeymoon, she committed suicide in front of Taoka with his scalpel, dying in his arms. Filled with remorse, Taoka kept Fuyuko's body in his home, preserving it in a specially made freezer, keeping her company day and night. Of course, shortly after Fuyuko's death, Taoka meticulously preserved her. Every night, after returning home, he would lock the door and open the secret freezer. He would gently caress her beautiful, made-up face, hold her body, caress her cold breasts, and reach down to his lower abdomen. In this state, he would moan softly to himself, reaching orgasm. Sometimes, he would also insert his enormous penis into her cold, moist opening.

He had spent countless nights like this.

One day, by chance, Tian Gang went to Santai on a business trip and stayed at the Wangjiang Hotel. There he met Weiwei and was overjoyed: Weiwei resembled Dongzi, but was far more beautiful.

To see Weiwei more often, he forged identification documents and used an alias, secretly traveling to Santai City with Dongzi's corpse, and became a forensic doctor at the police station.

During his time with Dongzi, Tian Gang developed a necrophiliac.

Unexpectedly, Weiwei died soon after, and her body was brought to him—a gift he had longed for.

That very night, he molested the virgin's corpse, and then indulged in eleven nights of pleasure. However, his good fortune was short-lived; Weiwei's body was returned to her family and then stolen.

Although he had the surprises of Yu Na and Jiang Lili, and these two girls would relinquish their virginity to Tian Gang every year on their special day, they couldn't compare to Weiwei, and eventually, he grew tired of her.

Four months ago, Taoka missed the chance to enjoy Qianqian's body while on a business trip. Heartbroken, he felt he had no reason to stay in Santai. After secretly burying the two female corpses, he brought Dongzi's body to Taipei, hoping to spend the rest of his life with her. However, even this last wish was not fulfilled...

In his childhood, Taoka had seen a poem from China:

"Two ladybugs are mating—
I squatted on the ground,
curiously watching their adorable movements.
They were so engrossed
that they almost fell off the leaf.
Suddenly, a sharp sound of pulleys came,
and a corpse arrived at the morgue." The

deceased
young woman was unexpectedly beautiful.
She lay quietly on the autopsy table.
Unlike other corpses, she wasn't accompanied by wailing relatives.
She was young and lonely.
I laboriously propped myself up on a stool and looked at her through the glass window.

The forensic doctor wore plastic gloves
but no mask;
I could smell the stench in the room.

He put on a dirty apron,
shone the light on the autopsy table,
opened the scalpel case,
and picked out a scalpel, holding it in his hand like a casual chef.

At that moment, I saw a gentle expression appear on her face.
It was true—
her ashen face suddenly blossomed with a sweet, almost honey-like fragrance.
She wasn't dead;
she was just asleep,
simply a person waiting for the doctor's gentle touch—

"—Care to me
—like the moment my lover,

the forensic pathologist, whistled as he slid the knife across her skin,
I, at nine years old, ejaculated for the first time—

later I applied to forensic school
because I couldn't forget that moment.
No matter how many years have passed,
the girl's expression is like a brand,
making me envious every time I think of it."

Perhaps from that time on, a fascination with corpses planted a seed in Taoka's heart, though he himself was unaware of it. It wasn't

until after Fuyuko's death that this seed truly took root and sprouted.

Many years later, by chance, he really did become a forensic pathologist.

Using his position, he painstakingly investigated and finally discovered the background of that girl from back then. Her name was Wu Shanshan, and she was drugged, taken to a hotel, raped, and then strangled naked on the bed with stockings.

He seemed to see the scene of the girl's death before his eyes: she was strangled with stockings.

She wouldn't die immediately, but it would take a long time to breathe her last.

The pain was extreme.

She herself knew she was going to die, thinking, "Why do I have to die in a place like this?"

She must still want to live.

She could feel the oxygen was so scarce it was suffocating; her head spun, she lost control of her bladder, struggled desperately, but her strength was insufficient, and she slowly died—a truly gruesome death.

An image flashed through his mind: the naked corpse of an exceptionally beautiful young girl lay on a bed, morning sunlight streaming in through the window, her body frozen stiff.

Her eyes were half-open, her tongue curled in her mouth, a stocking around her neck like a tie.

Her legs were spread apart, she was incontinent.

If left undisturbed, she would remain in that strange position, frozen in the morning light…

He had fantasized about this countless times.

After meeting Vivi, only Vivi could become the object of his fantasies; even Dongzi became a mere medium.

Finally, he understood that he was nothing more than a pawn in his master's Odessa plan.

But, to be able to defile Vivi's corpse, he felt incredibly fortunate in his life.

As a cultural phenomenon, necrophilia was quite common in ancient Egyptian society. To prevent young female corpses from being touched by necrophiles during embalming, the bodies were usually left to decompose for three to five days before being sent to embalmers for mummification. In

some ethnic minorities in Myanmar, believing that unmarried women cannot rest in peace, virgin funerals often included a wedding ceremony involving sexual intercourse with the deceased.

Similar customs existed in pre-industrial Central European societies where the church still held significant power.

The laws of most modern countries contain provisions prohibiting the desecration of corpses, indicating a degree of indifference towards necrophilia.

For necrophiles, it's a case of "others laugh at my madness, I laugh at their ignorance."

As recorded in Wen Congwen's autobiography, *Observations During the Qing Dynasty*:

"The young daughter of the chamber of commerce president died of illness and was buried. That very night, a young man selling tofu in the town dug her up from her grave, carried her to a mountain cave to sleep in for three days, and then returned her to the grave.

Later, when this was discovered, the tofu seller was brought to our yamen and executed on the spot.

A little before his execution, he was still clear-headed and not confused at all. He didn't shout or curse, but silently noticed his injured ankle.

I asked him, 'Who injured your ankle?'

He shook his head, as if remembering something extremely ridiculous, smiled for a moment, and softly said, 'It was raining that day, and I was taking her back...'" "I almost rolled into the coffin too."

I asked him again, "Why did you do this?"

He still smiled, glanced at me as if I were a child who wouldn't understand the meaning of love, and ignored me. But after a while, he muttered to himself softly, "Beautiful, beautiful."

Another soldier said, "Madman, we're going to kill you, aren't you afraid?"

He said, "What's there to be afraid of? Are you afraid of dying?"

The soldier was a little embarrassed by the question and threatened him loudly, "You mad dog, aren't you afraid of dying? We're going to kill your head in a moment!"

The man then smiled weakly again and fell silent.

That smile seemed to say, "I wonder who's the madman."

I remember that smile; it remains exceptionally clear in my memory for over a decade.

Sixteen, The Secret Realm of Fairy Island, September 16th, Saturday, the twentieth year.

Fairy Island in the Pacific Ocean, with its rolling hills, winding streams, lush forests, and abundant vegetation, seems like a secluded paradise far removed from the human world.

But in the very center of the island lies a hidden underground palace.

Today is the day this palace is opened.

It embodies: beauty, eternity, and compassion.

The palace is shaped like an inverted pyramid, divided into three levels, with sides measuring 900 meters, 500 meters, and 100 meters respectively.

The three levels correspond to the place names of the three platforms.

A secret passage on the island leads to the middle level of the palace, and from there, hidden passages connect to the upper and lower levels.

The middle level of the palace is the control and power center of this man-made creation, and also the place where its owner lived.

The upper level, the largest level, is divided into spaces of varying sizes, forming a complex labyrinth.

The theme of this level is: female corpse, stockings, uniform.

This floor holds the eternal rest of twenty-seven female corpses, each remarkably beautiful. Some were injected with Odessa, like Jiang Lili, Jiang Lanlan, and Shang Yuan;

others were protected by spiritual energy restoration, like Xie Xia, Yang Nianhua, Shen Lei, Hao Jie, Cai Xiaolan, and Bai Xiaoyun; still others were protected by spiritual energy and then injected with Odessa, like Yu Na; and some were always protected by spiritual energy, like Li Yan, and so on.

One of the larger rooms is pristine and simple, containing two large beds covered with pure white mattresses, clean and elegant.

On the bed to the left lie twelve girls dressed as nurses:

all virgins at the time of their deaths, each 1.68 meters tall, wearing identical white nurse uniforms with round necks and long sleeves, matching white nurse caps, and resting their heads on pure white pillows.

Thick, black hair; delicate, arched eyebrows; soft, warm, closed eyes; a straight, pert nose; beautifully shaped, rosy cheeks; delicate, jade-like earlobes; and fragrant, sweet, and vibrant red lips—every feature was refreshingly charming.

The well-fitting uniforms couldn't conceal the girls' graceful curves; their figures were subtly revealed, their breasts high and firm, their waists slender and easily encircled.

Their soft hands rested elegantly on their lower abdomens.

Their snow-white legs were long, slender, and shapely. Although they wore sheer, seamless stockings or pantyhose, the colors and styles varied, creating a dazzling display. They were barefoot, sleeping side-by-side with their stockinged feet pressed tightly together, exuding a shy and reserved yet undeniably sexy aura.

Each woman wore a long, blue metal badge on her left breast, engraved with her name. Below, a row of small numbers indicated her age at death, how many hours after death she was defiled by necrophilia, how long she remained in her post-mortem state, and how many years before the underground palace was opened.

The nurse's uniform evoked images of illness; disease shows no mercy, and prolonged, painful illness robs women of their beauty.

The women in the underground palace all died suddenly at the height of their lives, leaving behind their most beautiful forms.

Take these twelve nurse-uniformed girls as examples: Xie Xia and Yang Nianhua both died while unconscious after being injected with drugs. Xie Xia died in the throes of pleasure after being drugged and raped following an overdose of anesthetic, while Yang Nianhua died immediately after being injected with insulin.

Yu Na, along with Liu Qian, Fu Hua, Su Jing, and Bai Xiaoyun, all died suddenly from heart attacks due to excessive shock; Li Yan was shot in the heart with a gun; only Shen Lei died of illness, but she did not suffer from the pain; she fell into a coma after contracting a virus and died peacefully in her sleep.

Ding Lu was strangled by a telephone line; Li Qian drowned; Huang Jing died of suffocation while providing oral sex services.

These girls all died cleanly, just as they maintained their chastity throughout their lives.

On a bed of the same size to the right of the room lay seven women dressed as hotel staff:

Wu Shanshan (19 n 0 45y)

, Arisaka Touko (24 n 0 25y),

Jiang Lili (19 1 0

19y), Jiang Lanlan

(19 -o 0 19y), Shang Yuan

(19 -o 0 19y), Li Zhenzhen (16 n 0 1y), and Cai

Xiaolan (19 nr -4d -9y)

. All seven were 1.68 meters tall and wore the old uniforms of the Wangjiang Hotel: white long-sleeved shirts and black tight-fitting mini-skirts; with a touch of Vivi's style: grey matte semi-transparent pantyhose and white high-heeled shoes.

On their left chests were long, silver metal name tags bearing the same formatted numbers.

The makeup of these seven women could be described as exquisite: even foundation, sexy eyeshadow, natural blush, and beautiful lipstick—all meticulously applied and flawless.

Her nails were painted a pale pink, and her fair hands were professionally crossed over her lower abdomen.

Her beautiful legs were encased in matching grey pantyhose, paired with sexy white stilettos. Receiving their services was truly an ultimate pleasure.

In a room decorated as a traditional Chinese wedding chamber, festive and warm, Hao Jie, heavily made up, was wearing the same wedding dress she had worn on two important days, sleeping on a large red wedding bed—a striking contrast of red and white, a fusion of East and West.

Sadly, this virgin bride could not, and would never, marry; her lavish attire seemed like a dark joke.

Even more ironic were the things the bride clutched tightly in her hands, covered by pure white lace gloves: a vibrator in her left hand and a dildo in her right.

Furthermore, the hosts had stuffed two white cotton balls into the bride's nostrils, as if to deliberately remind onlookers that she was a female corpse—a design actually derived from what the deceased's family had done at her funeral.

In the next room, Chen Jing, also twenty-four, was placed in a coffin—truly, life is a matter of fate, for both weddings and funerals.

Similarly, here, a Chinese woman was being buried in a Western-style funeral, even more thoroughly Westernized than the one next door.

The room was incredibly luxurious, surpassing even the boudoir of a royal princess. This idealistic and hardworking young woman had finally found her dreamlike final resting place.

In the center of one side of the room, against the wall, stood a Western-style coffin, its surface pristine white. Both the upper and lower lids were open, tied at an angle to the wall with white ribbons.

The coffin was lined with luxurious white silk, and the shallow coffin bed seemed to allow the female corpse inside to almost leap out. Even viewed from the side, the woman's entire body was clearly visible, unlike the more reserved Chinese coffins.

She wore a beautiful white wedding dress, adorned with priceless jewelry; the coffin was truly glittering and radiant, further accentuating her beauty.

A pristine white silk pillow propped up the girl's head, her long eyelashes framing her tightly closed eyes, which seemed to be gazing at her swollen breasts.

Her hands were clad in a long satin gown; her right hand, slightly angled downwards, was half-open, half-clenched, resting limply on her navel, while her left hand rested lightly on her right wrist—just as she had in death.

The long train of her wedding dress outlined the girl's slender, straight legs. If the hem were lifted, one could see that she was barefoot, wearing stockings, just as she had been at the scene of her death.

The seamless, light flesh-colored stockings were similar in style and color to those she wore in death, but of vastly different quality; after all, these were the clothes worn on the girl's important day, and every piece had to be impeccable.

If you look closer, following her thighs to the groin, you'll find she wasn't wearing underwear. This matches the circumstances of her murder; she loved to sing and had a great time that night,

even getting a little excited, her underwear was wet. She quietly went to the bathroom to take it off, but unexpectedly, her underwear was exposed after death, giving the onlookers a feast for the eyes.

Next to the coffin was a table with four sealed plastic bags of different sizes, inside which lay her clothes at the time of her death: a pink twill short-sleeved unbuttoned shirt, an Alice blue silk miniskirt, light skin-colored invisible pantyhose, and a light skin-colored bra.

Next door was another girl in a wedding dress, Li Feifei.

She remained unrepentant towards the man who had used and killed her, hoping one day he would see her at her most beautiful.

On the dressing table by the bed was a diary, in which she had written about her love for her beloved and her wish to wear a wedding dress for him.

The bride's hostess prepared a strapless short wedding dress for her, adorned with a large, three-dimensional bow at the waist and a full, flowing skirt—a design that was both lively and adorable, perfectly reflecting Feifei's cheerful personality.

Beneath the sweet tulle skirt, a pair of long, shapely, jade-like legs were revealed. Following the flow of these legs, encased in sheer , light-colored pantyhose, down to her bare feet, unbound by shoes, lay a pair of beautiful feet!

They were beautifully rounded and symmetrical, delicate and exquisite, translucent and alluring, subtly alluring, and captivating!

Two groups of five bridesmaids, partially hidden by sheer stockings, seemed to beckon, their eyes half-blurred, half-drawn, yet simultaneously drawing the gaze.

Where were the bride's shoes hidden?

Were they waiting for her sweetheart to find them and help her put them on her stockinged feet?

In fact, the white high-heeled shoes she wore when she died were in the dressing table cabinet.

All three women in wedding dresses were virgins; the host believed only virgins were qualified to wear a wedding dress on their special day. The wedding, the white dress, and the first night—the three together constituted perfection.

A simple, cozy room, giving a homely feel, provided a home for Lin Xian and Chen Qianqian's forbidden love.

One bed, two people—perhaps that was all they wanted.

A simple little room, a clean little bed, and Zhang Yan was sleeping peacefully.

Despite being an empress, she still looked like a young girl, no more than eighteen years old. She wore a short black silk evening gown, black sheer pantyhose, and black high-heeled shoes, which accentuated her already tall figure, making her even more graceful and alluring. Dynasties

changed, time passed, but the captivating radiance of a beautiful body could never be concealed, no matter the era in which it was wrapped.

One room was a practice room. On a simple bed in the corner lay Gu Qianqian, dressed in a purple ballet leotard, sheer skin-colored pantyhose, and pale pink pointe shoes. Her

thick, black hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, clearly showing the beautiful lines of her head and neck. Her hands were elegantly placed on her lower abdomen, and her legs were taut, as if she could wake up at any moment to continue performing.

Among the female corpses placed on the upper level of the underground palace, besides those with bare feet in stockings, only Qianqian was not wearing high heels. For her owner, who was deeply fascinated by stockings and high heels, this exception was a sign of respect for the Gu family.

In an antique-style boudoir lay Zhao Qianqian, the daughter of the former president of the Chamber of Commerce.

A simple white cheongsam with blue flowers, light flesh-colored stockings, and white high heels—the attire worn by this young girl who died at a young age.

Her delicate, straight eyebrows and long, curled, jet-black eyelashes added a touch of ethereal purity to her dreamlike, captivating eyes, further highlighting her intelligence, gentleness, and loveliness. Her

small, pert nose was delicate and straight, and her full, luscious lips, bright red and alluring, formed a sexy, cherry-like mouth. Her soft, flowing lines and moon-like cheeks made her exquisitely beautiful. Her

slightly parted lips revealed pearly teeth, radiating a pure and elegant aura.

The bedrooms on the upper level of the underground palace encapsulated the silhouettes of beautiful girls who had died, proof that they had lived.

The underground palace was like a vast tomb hidden deep underground, containing numerous female corpses, especially on the upper level. Each corpse was dressed in uniform and stockings, and the addition of high heels, pointe shoes, bedding, pillows, and curtains made the palace seem filled with the elements of mold and decay. However, in reality, there was no smell of decay or spoilage.

The underground palace is equipped with comprehensive protective facilities: an isolation system eliminates any possibility of energy exchange between the inside and outside of the palace, rendering it unaffected even by the light and heat radiation, electromagnetic pulses, shock waves, and radioactivity produced by nuclear reactions.

A filtration system selects substances entering the palace at the molecular level, allowing only pure and harmless gas molecules to pass through, thus protecting the palace from external pollution.

A cleaning system continuously removes waste and dust generated inside the palace, while an access control system ensures that items entering the palace are treated to the same absolute purity as the interior.

Under such perfect protection, there are no microorganisms inside the palace; even ordinary female corpses would not decompose, especially since these corpses are protected by odessa or spiritual energy, making the underground palace a sanctuary for these beautiful female corpses.

Excellent architectural design and environmental engineering ensure that the freely flowing air is as fresh as if it had just been washed by early spring rain, and upon closer inspection, one can almost smell the scents of forest and sea.

At the bottom of the underground palace lies Vivi's peaceful resting place.

For twenty years, her master has still been unable to deflower Vivi.

After twenty restorations, the still pristine and immaculate Weiwei is now being placed into the coffin by her master.

This coffin, measuring 190×60×36 cm, was made of a special crystal. Although its thickness is negligible, it is indestructible and maintains a constant temperature of 18 degrees Celsius.

The coffin is essentially a space devoid of force; Weiwei's jade-like body is unaffected by gravity and will not deform in the slightest.

Only the master can apply momentary external force to change Weiwei's sleeping position without opening the coffin; by altering the light and shadow within, he can dress her in different makeup and clothing. The master

closes the coffin, ensuring that no one but himself can disturb Weiwei's eternal slumber.

Her body, sculpted from jade and ice, possesses snow-white bones and icy skin; her curves are graceful and smooth; her skin is soft, smooth, and delicate; her black hair is silky, smooth, and lustrous.

Her dreamlike, captivating face was fair and delicate, pure and ethereal; her cherry lips were luscious and full; her cheeks were soft and beautiful, her jade neck slightly arched; her shoulders were slender and rounded like the moon, her arms as white and soft as snow lotus roots!

Her slender, pale fingers were so delicate they seemed boneless, and upon closer inspection, they were as transparent as ice jade!

Her breasts, as lustrous as jade, were so full and snow-white, her perfectly firm and full breasts proud and proud!

At the peaks, her areolas, like moonlight, were rosy and lustrous, while two tender, shy nipples, like red plum blossoms on a snowy mountain, swayed gently, so beautiful they evoked pity! Her

smooth, slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled with one hand; her full, rounded mons pubis was tender and smooth, with soft, light-black pubic hair lightly covering the pink, tightly closed valley below, a sight to behold!

Her ivory-carved, jade-like legs were soft, delicate, white, and long. Her translucent thighs, flawless calves, plump and beautiful ankles, and exquisitely shaped toes were otherworldly beauties.

This pure and perfect young girl's body was no longer something that could be enjoyed by mortals.

A beautiful coffin, perfectly suited for a stunning beauty like Vivi.

The giant crystal reflected radiant light, its seven colors swirling and intertwining, making Vivi within appear like a celestial being, pure and flawless.

When humanity faces the endless expanse of time, marveling at its infinity; and when gazing at the vast, boundless starry sky, contemplating the infinity of space.

In this infinite space-time, everything we possess is insignificant and pitiful. Humanity's greatest desire is to use its life to pursue eternity.

Possessing immortality would allow one to use infinite time to acquire infinite space, thus becoming the master of everything, yet still relentlessly pursuing eternity.

In infinite space-time, what can be eternal is beauty.

Vivi is the ultimate achievement of her master, not only for her absolute beauty, but also for the temperament and refinement she exudes from within.

Vivi is eternal beauty.

Everyone desires to possess beautiful things.

Both in life and in death, Weiwei was admired and coveted by countless men. Even after her passing, every man who saw her body wanted to possess her.

Now, the transparent coffin forever isolates Weiwei from this world; outsiders can only admire her.

The epitaph at the entrance to Weiwei's bedroom reads: "Here lies a woman named Gu Weiwei. At the tender age of eighteen, she died at the hands of the man she loved most, in the prime of her beauty. Her body endured many hardships to reach this place. Weiwei's beauty, along with her virtue, will reach eternity here."

The central part of the island, including the underground palace, can actually detach from the island, float in the air, and even leave Earth for interstellar travel.

It could hover in a cloudless sky, fly on turbulent waves, drift amidst dazzling auroras, or traverse the starry universe.

In the endless flow of time and space, this home of the master offered him some solace in his endless loneliness and solitude.

Born at 8:07:49 AM on Tuesday, April 17, 1962 (Lunar March 13, Year of Renyin, Month of Jiachen,

Day of Yiyou, Hour of Gengchen). Engaged at 10:00 AM on Friday, September 5, 1980 (Lunar July 26, Year of Gengshen, Month of Jiashen, Day of Xinsi, Hour of Guisi). Died at

11:00 PM on Tuesday, September 16, 1980 (Lunar August 9, Year of Gengshen, Month of Yiyou, Day of Guisi,

Hour of Renzi). Died at 8:00 AM on Sunday, September 28, 1980 (Lunar August 20, Year of Gengshen,

Month of Yiyou, Day of Jiachen, Hour of Wuchen). Minor encoffining at 9:00 AM on Wednesday, September 16, 1981 (Lunar August 19, Year of Xinyou, Month of Dingyou, Day of Dingyou, Hour

of Yisi). Body laid to rest at 10:00 AM on Saturday, September 16, 2000 (Lunar August 19, Year of Gengchen, Month of Yiyou, Day of Dingchou , Hour of Yisi)

. Seventeen, In Search of Self:

On this day, in the thirty-second year, Ren had that dream again.

It was a rainy night, the school campus deserted, a row of single-story classrooms, and behind them a few open-air cement ping-pong tables without nets.

On one of the tables, near the edge, lay a beautiful girl of thirteen and a half.

Her large eyes and delicate red lips were tightly closed, her nose high, her cheeks rosy, her full breasts pert, her soft little hands half-open, half-clenched, delicate and powerless, palms up at her sides.

She wore a pink short-sleeved dress, the gauze fabric smooth and luxurious, like a wedding gown.

The dress hugged her full, high breasts and cinched her slender waist.

The skirt was made of several layers of pleated gauze, the inner layer of stiff gauze making the skirt puffy, but not as exaggerated as a ballet tutu. Her small bottom pressed against the back of the skirt, lifting the front and slightly revealing her white panties.

Beneath the dress stretched out two straight, slender, and perfectly proportioned legs. Thighs pressed together, knees touching, calves pressed together at the inner curves, ankles touching, toes pressed close together—five points of contact forming four diamond-shaped gaps at the base of the thighs, above and below the knees, and above the ankles, a harmonious interplay of closeness and separation, creating a captivating curve.

Her feet wore white, soft-soled cloth shoes with an elastic band along the instep. Her small feet were taut and straight, expressing a girlish reserve, while the high arches and upturned toes subtly revealed a hint of sensuality.

A large, thick, yet extremely transparent plastic sheet completely covered the 2.7-meter-long and 1.5-meter-wide platform, with half-meter drapes hanging down at each end.

The plastic sheet fluttered in the wind, like clusters of withered flowers dancing in the autumn breeze, scattering across the girl's pure and delicate body, revealing the fine texture of her snow-white skin, like pear blossoms strewn on the ground.

The rain fell heavily and persistently, the raindrops falling continuously on the plastic sheet.

This dark, cold, and damp scene repeatedly appeared in my dreams and fantasies, to the point that I couldn't recall its origin—was it a dream, an imagination, or even a remnant of a past life? My heart leaned more towards it being a dream.

Sometimes, the scene would persist until dawn, when the rain had stopped, the temperature was slightly chilly, and the damp air was filled with a fresh scent, accompanied by the fragrance of grass.

Lifting the plastic sheet, the table was still dry, and the girl's body was not wet.

There was not a sound around, so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat, as if there were only the two of us in the world.

I just looked at her, my gaze kissing every inch of the girl's body, examining her radiant and beautiful figure from her glossy black hair to her flawless skin, her vibrant curves, to her naturally perfect posture, scrutinizing every detail again and again.

Awakening from his dream, Ren returned to reality, his wife's complaints echoing involuntarily in his mind: "Honestly, I don't see anything you're good at. You're no good at this, no good at that."

"You just stay home after work, you're like a woman."

"Has anyone ever liked you in your life?"

...

He and his wife were introduced by a mutual acquaintance. He liked her very much at first, but after marriage, he found out that she was just someone else's mistress who couldn't find another man and just picked someone to take her in.

The past two years of their marriage had been filled with resentment and sarcasm. The introverted Ren disliked arguing. Differences in viewpoints and positions could not be bridged by a rational debate, let alone an irrational argument.

He valued relationships highly, and now he understood that love wasn't about giving and sacrifice.

His interest was geology, which had nothing to do with his current job.

His current life was just a repetition of yesterday, the same day every week, the same day every year.

Since reality was like this, why not pursue the life he wanted?

After a series of tedious and boring procedures, Ren was alone again. He only took some cash and gave the rest to his wife as a settlement for his past relationship.

The process of becoming an independent geologist wasn't as complicated as he had initially imagined.

He simultaneously engaged in related work and conducted research using the data he encountered; his talents and interests overlapped with reality, making his daily life feel like a fairytale.

For many years, Ren had been bound by morality and struggled within the confines of worldly rules.

From now on, independence and freedom would be his sole guiding principles; he would follow his heart, do what he wanted, and live the life he desired.

Unity of knowledge and action, oneness with all things, acting according to one's heart, following the natural order—this is the way of the sages.

One day, Ren discovered an interesting geological anomaly on an island in the Pacific Ocean, which greatly piqued his interest, so he went to investigate.

That was Fairy Island. Through geological technology and a stroke of luck, he discovered the outer outline of the underground palace. The palace was encased in metal, separating it from the island and creating an independent structure. It was conceivable that this building could detach and fly.

Two weeks later, he finally found the secret passage into the palace. In the middle level, he found a message from its owner, explaining the palace's origins and stating that in early October of the year before last, the owner had left Earth for a long journey and might never return.

This underground palace was a gift for a destined person. To prevent it from being lost for too long, it would randomly emit unusual geological signals, ceasing transmission after the first instance of human intervention and disappearing back into the shadows.

The message detailed how to use the palace's spaceship.

Yes, it was a completely unconditional gift.

The palace had only been in use for twelve years. Compared to when it was built, the upper and middle levels were largely unchanged, except the upper level had been somewhat more furnished.

As for the bottom level, the owner had taken Vivi away, replacing her with a large amount of gold.

Ren did a quick measurement; this gold could form a cube with sides of two meters, while all the gold mined by mankind to date could only form a cube with sides of twenty meters. These 150-plus tons of gold could indeed do a lot.

Ren traversed the upper level of the underground palace, where there were twenty-seven female corpses, all young and beautiful girls. The master's message detailed their lives, spiritual energy, and odessa, and explained how to make odessa.

Ren, with his virginity complex, was intrigued and began counting the number of virgins among these girls.

The three girls protected by odessa—Jiang Lili, Jiang Lanlan, and Shang Yuan—were virgins when they died from the injection, and after this year's restoration, they had all regained their virginity.

Of the eighteen women protected by spiritual energy, twelve were virgins when they died or were unconscious before death.

Later, Zhao Qianqian, Ding Lu, Fu Hua, Li Qian, and Su Jing were defiled within a day of their deaths; Zhang Yan and Huang Jing lost their virginity to their master after being transported to the underground palace.

Ultimately, Yu Na was injected with Odessa three minutes after her death, and after years of being played with, she regained her virginity after this year's restoration. Li Feifei, Li Yan, Liu Qian, and Chen Jing remained untouched after death.

Of the six women who continued to be protected by spiritual energy after being restored, Xie Xia was drugged and raped, Yang Nianhua, Shen Lei, Hao Jie, and Bai Xiaoyun were deflowered, and all five were restored to their virginity within forty-nine days after their deaths.

There are now thirteen virgin corpses in the underground palace, a rather interesting number.

More than three months later, after careful consideration and planning, Ren decided to leave Fairy Island and begin a new journey.

He would accept the underground palace as a gift from his master; the gold would be his pawns; and he had already been playing with and enjoying those beautiful female corpses. He would not offer them any cheap sympathy for their tragic fate of dying at the height of their beauty; he even felt that some of the girls, though beautiful, had died foolishly.

The eternal underground palace is now a changed place. Wu Shanshan, Arisaka Touko, Lin Xian, Chen Qianqian, Gu Qianqian, Li Zhenzhen, Cai Xiaolan, Zhao Qianqian, Ding Lu, Fu Hua, Li Qian, Su Jing, Zhang Yan, and Huang Jing—

fourteen beautiful girls are gone. Ren had completely erased their bodies, defiled by his wanton rape, from this world, leaving only their beautiful memories.

Although their corpses, lying here, are serene and even sacred, the thought that they had all been ridden by others, some experiencing multiple orgasms, some with faces full of desire and enjoyment, some being fucked until their eyes rolled back, is

unacceptable to Ren. Even though some of the female corpses were deflowered after death, Ren could not accept it. He even refused to accept those girls who had loved others in life, demonstrating the strength of his possessiveness.

The thirteen virgin corpses that Ren deliberately left behind lie buried in the underground palace.

Eighteen, Revisiting a Place

of the Past: The girl who repeatedly appeared in Ren's dreams in the thirty-third year was his classmate and lover, Zhang Wen. She deeply loved him, but tragically died of a heart attack on a cold, rainy night. In her final hallucinations, she returned to the school basketball court where she first met Ren, subconsciously constructing a scene from that night's environment and their first encounter.

She wanted to preserve her final moments of beauty in Ren's mind, yet she didn't want him to suffer emotional trauma from her passing. This obsession ultimately sealed Ren's memories of Wen, while that scene repeatedly appeared in his dreams.

Wen was buried in the desolate mountains, this beautiful girl, formed from the essence of heaven and earth, becoming an existence beyond the river of time.

In the past year, Ren, with a peaceful mind, has grasped the secret of immortality.

Time flows, space shifts, and when Ren sees Wen again, perhaps that will be the time Ren truly finds his dream.

A year may seem short, but for Ren, so much had happened and so many changes had occurred in that time that when he returned to Fairy Island, he felt as if he had lived through another world.

Looking back at the previous owners of the underground palace, they favored the corpses of young virgins in the throes of first love, often tinged with tragedy: some died at the hands of their beloved, like Gu Weiwei and Li Feifei;

others perished on the eve of their happy ending, like Xie Xia, Jiang Lili, Shen Lei, Hao Jie, and Chen Jing; still others silently harbored unrequited love, like Yu Na.

Now, Ren's ideas were more obsessive, his fastidiousness about purity more extreme. He demanded not only physical purity but also psychological chastity.

Beautiful young girls, innocent and bright, dying as pure virgins, like cherry blossoms falling—pure and elegant, tranquil and romantic—most moved Ren.

This emotion was not pity or sympathy for the weak, but respect for the dignity of life. What he admired most about them was their short but sacred and radiant lives, and the tranquility and purity at their end.

Moreover, they remained undefiled even after death, preserving their chastity.

Having experienced the harsh realities of life, Ren deeply understands the stringency of this requirement.

Beautiful women, unaware that beauty is their greatest asset, invariably assess the situation, weighing advantages and disadvantages, as the saying goes: "Jade seeks a good price in its sheath, a hairpin awaits its time to fly in its case"; or "A favorable wind lends its strength, sending me soaring to the clouds."

But to understand the darkness and ugliness of the world, to know one's own worth, and to know that choosing purity will lead to an ordinary yet arduous path, yet still persist in living a pure life—such persistent and courageous beautiful girls are rare indeed.

And such girls, quietly passing away before meeting their soulmate, are truly precious, like Yang Nianhua, Jiang Lanlan, Shang Yuan, and Bai Xiaoyun.

Even more remarkable is that their bodies must remain pristine, requiring not only personal integrity but also extraordinary luck, like Li Yan and Liu Qian.

Because of the difference between Ren and its master, the underground palace is undergoing a transformation. While the themes of beauty and eternity remain unchanged, pity is gone, replaced by purity and absoluteness.

Over the next month, Hao Jie is deflowered again, and Li Feifei and Chen Jing also experience their first time.

The three girls spend their honeymoon with Ren in this idyllic paradise before their eternal farewell.

Hao Jie and Chen Jing, who were deeply in love with their lovers in life, will be buried with their ashes. Their beautiful legs will be encased in light-colored pearlescent sheer pantyhose and dark-colored ultra-silky sheer pantyhose, respectively, and they will both wear pure white high-cut one-piece swimsuits, serving their lovers in an extremely sexy manner.

Li Feifei, who had met the wrong person, would be placed back in the coffin where she was buried, to be with her family forever in her family cemetery. She removed her wedding dress and changed into the white sleeveless cheongsam and light-colored silk sheer pantyhose she wore during her funeral.

Instead of the white high-heeled sandals she wore then, she wore the white high-heeled leather shoes she wore when she died. Now, all that could be seen were the high insteps and the slightly exposed toes.

But even this was enough to conceal her captivating charm. Recalling how alluring those silk-stockinged feet were, he couldn't resist removing her shoes, exposing those tempting feet to his gaze!

The feet were exquisitely shaped, delicate and slender, with a faint blush on their fair skin, made even more alluring by the hazy, ambiguous stockings!

The stockings clung to her delicate toes, outlining the beautiful contours of her forefoot. The thin stockings stretched taut over her soft feet, clinging tightly to the slender soles with their perfect arches.

The highly transparent flesh-colored stockings made the skin on her soles appear exceptionally white, and through the stockings, one could vaguely see the delicate veins beneath. The entire sole of her foot formed a graceful arc that seemed to reach his very heart.

He was consumed by lust, yearning to immediately make his penis intimate with her feet: first, to grasp those stockinged feet in his hands, feeling as if he were holding a piece of soft, delicate jade wrapped in silk satin—exquisitely smooth and of the finest quality!

Then, to use her soft, pink soles to hold his penis; her toes and soles were all cool, smooth, and incredibly tender, sending a pleasurable shiver through him upon contact!

He then grasped her feet and began to caress them passionately, enjoying their soft, beautiful shape. A look of relief gradually appeared on his face as he occasionally tried to gently stroke his glans with her delicate toes. He immediately trembled and gasped for breath, his penis growing even hotter and larger.

Sensing the approaching climax, he casually picked up a high heel and ejaculated a large amount of thick semen into it. He then immediately slipped the high heel, now brimming with hot, sticky semen, onto her stockinged feet.

He opened Feifei's diary, turning to the last entry. The date on the cover was the day before she died; it was clearly a love letter she had written to her beloved. Ren tore off the page, folded it, and placed it inside the other high heel. He put it on her feet; the high, hollow arch of her foot and the sole of the shoe created ample space, easily accommodating the love letter.

Li Feifei, Hao Jie, and Chen Jing, these three beautiful brides who were all dressed in white veils for their burial by their master, along with Liu Qian and Bai Xiaoyun, all died wearing light flesh-colored stockings.

The delicate, long, beautiful legs of these young girls, adorned in stockings, exuded an alluring and seductive charm.

Now, only ten girls' bodies remained in the underground palace.

Xie Xia, Yang Nianhua, Shen Lei, and Bai Xiaoyun, whose virginity had been restored by spiritual energy, were injected with odessa by Ren. Thus, they could remain in their original state—the state restored by the spiritual energy—for the next two hundred years.

They, along with Yu Na, who had transitioned from spiritual energy protection to odessa protection, and Jiang Lili, Jiang Lanlan, and Shang Yuan, who were directly protected by odessa, were completely reduced to Ren's sex slaves and playthings. Odessa protected and restored their perfect bodies and precious chastity, but it also robbed them of the possibility of a peaceful burial.

In Ren's view, a well-arranged space and appropriately chosen clothing could better complement each girl's characteristics and showcase a richer beauty, a view that coincided with his master's.

In a large room, eight movable beds were neatly arranged side-by-side on the left. The mattresses, though narrow, were soft and comfortable, covered with clean, pure white sheets. Four maids and four nurses—eight beautiful nineteen-year-old girls—slept peacefully on these small beds, their heads resting on soft, pure white pillows.

On the right side of the room was a huge bed, covered with pure white mattresses, large enough to sleep more than a dozen people, but currently empty. This was the place where these beautiful girls would provide Ren with his services.

Jiang Lili, Jiang Lanlan, Shang Yuan, and Bai Xiaoyun were dressed in maid outfits. They wore

white pleated headbands, long-sleeved black dresses with short skirts, white round necks with different colored bows tied below, sleeves rolled up to match the white collars, long white aprons, and oversized white bows at the back. They all wore matte, opaque pantyhose in gray, black, white, and light skin tones, respectively.

Xie Xia, Yang Nianhua, Yu Na, and Shen Lei were dressed in pink nurse uniforms matching their professions in life: stand-up collar, short sleeves, and skirts, with matching pink nurse caps on their heads.

Their four long, straight legs were encased in white matte semi-transparent pantyhose, white smooth ultra-thin pantyhose, light skin-toned matte semi-transparent pantyhose, and light skin-toned pearlescent ultra-thin pantyhose, respectively.

In terms of clothing, Ren's tastes were similar to her master's. Ren equipped each female corpse in the underground palace with the same nine pieces of clothing:

a white long-sleeved shirt,

a dark gray pleated mini-skirt

, a black tight-fitting mini-skirt,

light skin-toned invisible ultra-thin pantyhose, natural effect 5D ultra-sheer,

black satin-textured transparent pantyhose, satin touch 15D sheer

, light skin-toned soft-touch semi-transparent pantyhose, magic touch 25D semi-opaque

, white matte opaque pantyhose, matt sheen 50D opaque,

white pointed-collar short-sleeved skirt, nurse's uniform ,

and white nurse's cap

. The only difference was that Ren had no fascination with high heels; all the female corpses here, dressed in uniforms, were barefoot in stockings.

Each pair of dazzling silk-stockinged feet, undoubtedly the focus of fantasies, rested on soft, comfortable mats, creating a sense of peaceful sleep. But this was far more than just a place for them to rest; it was also their workplace and battlefield.

Ren converted the largest room on the upper level of the underground palace into a morgue. Three equally sized rooms on the east side were converted, from north to south, into an autopsy room, a body washing room, and a body makeup room, all oriented east-west.

This was originally a large tomb, so these facilities were fitting, and the morgue was the final stop for those beautiful female corpses.

The autopsy room contained four movable dissection tables, where examined corpses could be washed directly. The examination and washing equipment was complete. On

the long north and south walls of the body washing room, near the western end of the morgue, were two doors facing each other, through which movable mortuary beds could pass. Near the eastern end of the room was a washing pool, which, depending on the liquid inside, could be used for washing, disinfection, preservation, and disposal of the female corpses.

The body makeup room contained movable mortuary beds and makeup carts; on the long south wall and the short east wall, there were rows of storage cabinets containing body bags, white sheets, labels, and other items.

The morgue was a magnificent sight: eighty meters long and fifty meters wide, running east to west.

The entrance was on the west side, near which were several movable mortuaries.

The long north and south walls were lined with three-tiered refrigerated cabinets (250×80×170 mm), each containing a silver body tray (190×60×36 mm), totaling six hundred bodies (100×3×2 mm).

Three doors on the east side led to three adjacent rooms.

In the central eastern section, four rows of twelve coffins were arranged: Chinese-style, Western-style, crystal, and Japanese-style, all placed with the head to the north and feet to the south.

At this moment, Liu Qian's body was placed in a Western-style coffin.

At eighteen, her still-childlike sleeping face was flawless; her eyes were closed, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, her small mouth slightly parted, her lips red and teeth white, her expression peaceful and serene, a pure and innocent appearance that evoked pity.

Her slender, fiery figure was curvaceous, with voluptuous breasts and buttocks, all smooth and radiant; her hands were delicate and soft, as if boneless, with slender, exquisitely sculpted fingers; her legs were long, straight, and shapely, with tight curves, fair skin, and a firm, well-proportioned shape!

And then there were her feet, clad in light flesh-colored stockings, so delicate and alluring, her big toe playfully curled up while the other toes shyly curled, both cute and sexy!

Every part of her exuded ultimate temptation; and the pure white silk dress did not conceal this sensuality, but rather made her even more captivating, exuding charm and allure.

The angelic face contrasted with the devilish figure, the innocent sleeping face contrasted with the seductive stockinged feet, creating a powerful visual impact—she was truly a breathtaking beauty.

Li Yan's body was placed in a Japanese-style coffin.

Her delicate, straight eyebrows and long, curled, jet-black eyelashes added a touch of ethereal purity to her dreamlike, captivating eyes, further highlighting her intelligence, gentleness, and loveliness. Her

small, pert nose was delicate and straight, and her full, luscious lips, bright red and alluring, formed a sexy, cherry-like mouth. Her soft, flowing lines and moon-like cheeks made her exquisitely beautiful. Her

slightly parted lips revealed pearly teeth, radiating a pure and elegant aura.

A seventeen-year-old innocent girl, wearing a mini-skirt uniform and perfectly fitted black knee-high stockings, her dazzling "absolute territory" was on full display.

Ren wasn't particularly interested in the female corpse's life story, so he wouldn't go to the trouble of designing a life script for the girl.

He usually did things in the most direct way, so he built a workshop for creating female bodies near the morgue on the upper level of the underground palace.

To avoid getting entangled in philosophical and ethical debates, the female bodies created here are lifeless. They can rapidly develop into their predetermined appearance and characteristics within the culture medium and maintain this state for a long time.

Although lifeless, they are by no means simple physical dolls; their composition and form are no different from human bodies, and their genetic material can also be used for reproduction, making them indistinguishable from female corpses protected by spiritual energy.

Thus, numerous beautiful female corpses are created, exquisitely crafted and flawless.

Sometimes they are placed in huge morgues, sometimes in various bedrooms.

Curvaceous naked corpses and meticulously decorated voluptuous corpses, whether on cold, hard dissection tables and cadaver trays or on soft, comfortable coffins and beds, complement each other perfectly, like flowers blooming in the pure underground palace.

Necrophilia is defined as the phenomenon of an individual expressing love or sexual attraction to a corpse.

However, the meaning of necrophilia is clearly quite diverse. Most necrophiles describe a desire to possess an object that is completely unresisting (68%), or a wish to unite with a deceased lover (21%).

Some experience sexual attraction to corpses (15%), or hope to overcome feelings of isolation through union with the corpse (15%), or seek personal self-esteem through complete control of the dead (12%).

From a personal psychological perspective, necrophilia and euphoria coexist and are related to parenting styles and socio-cultural factors. The coexistence of both is perhaps the most realistic state in an individual's life; after all, no one is entirely necrophilic or euphoric.

A common, presumptuous view is that necrophiles experience suppression, frustration, disappointment, and inferiority complexes during their upbringing and in their social environment. In the dog-eat-dog world of human society, they lack the courage to resist and retaliate against those who have plundered and persecuted them.

Instead, they choose to bully and violate those weaker than themselves. In extreme cases, they rape female corpses, who transcend the boundaries between people and objects and are completely unable to resist, to gain cheap pleasure and confidence. They are seen as psychologically weak, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

But how could moral guardians appreciate the beauty of female corpses?

Ren only became obsessed with female corpses after he had understood life, achieved his long-cherished wish, and become incredibly wealthy. If one had to categorize it, he would belong to the 15% who are attracted to corpses through a sensual attraction.

That pure beauty deeply touched Ren's soul. Even in the decadent world of pleasure, when he interacted with stunningly beautiful women, their materialistic instincts and lack of independent thought annoyed him. Psychologically, he had seen more living people and preferred female corpses.

Walking through corridors formed by rows of freezers and coffins, entering and exiting bedrooms of varying styles, experiencing pure and eternal beauty, Ren felt that this was what he truly wanted.

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