Xizhou Chronicles 1-2

Prologue

The city was shrouded in night, dark clouds obscuring the moon.

The room was dark, the lights off, the glow of the computer monitor illuminating half a man's face, making him appear exceptionally pale.

Accompanied by the crackling of electricity, the man pondered, his brow furrowed.

He seemed to be carefully examining something, confirming it again and again.

Suddenly, his phone on the table vibrated, its vibrations startling in the quiet room.

The man answered.

"We've arrived,"

a deep voice came through the receiver.

The man paused for a few seconds, then said, "...Let's get started."

"Heh, finally we can begin."

"Okay."

Hanging up, the man got up and went to the balcony.

Before him stretched a curtain of darkness, distant car lights twinkling like stars.

A raindrop landed on his face, and he looked up.

A large patch of dark clouds on the horizon seemed to respond, rumbling a small rumble of thunder.

"Boom—"

The rain began to drizzle.

Small puddles formed on the muddy ground.

A cigarette butt fell in, blurring the reflection of the streetlights on the water's surface.

"Hiss—" A wisp of smoke drifted out, then was stepped on by a large foot in thick-soled leather shoes.

In the dim light, a tall, burly man pulled up the hood of his black hoodie.

The streetlight only illuminated the lower half of his face, revealing his stubble.

He nodded to two other men dressed similarly in black beside him.

The three men walked towards an apartment building through the fine rain.

Chapter One

In the main conference room of the Xizhou Public Security Bureau, a round table was already full.

Almost all the bureau's key personnel were present.

At the very center sat a middle-aged woman.

The woman appeared to be in her forties, mature and voluptuous, dignified and beautiful, but her expression was serious.

She wore a crisp police uniform, without a hat, her hair neatly pinned up at the back of her head.

This woman was the current director of the Xizhou Public Security Bureau, Dongfang Yue, 52 years old this year, though her actual age
differed considerably from her appearance.

Because of their gender and appearance, female police officers in the predominantly masculine public security system often give
the impression of being delicate and unreliable, regardless of rank. However, those who know her are aware that Dongfang Yue is a
cadre who rose through the ranks and a very capable and shrewd woman.

At this moment, the female director stood with her arms crossed in front of her, her brows slightly furrowed, her expression not relaxed.

To her left was a man in his early thirties, who appeared shrewd and capable, wearing a black suit and
being the only one at the meeting not in uniform.

The man was named Dong Shaowei, Dongfang Yue's secretary, 31 years old. He had served as her secretary since Dongfang Yue was promoted to deputy director,
working diligently for over five years and considered a confidant of the director.

Further down, on either side of the round table, sat two middle-aged men, facing each other, reflecting their
respective positions.

The man on the left was of medium build, strong and powerful, the current head of the criminal investigation team, Hu Bo, 44 years old.

The man on the other side was slightly older, with a goatee.

His name was Feng Junyang, the 50-year-old captain of the Public Security Brigade.

After Dongfang Yue took office as director, she began to support Hu Bo, who also came from a grassroots background . Feng Junyang, on the other hand, was a veteran
official from the previous administration and had a conservative style. It was an open secret that Feng and Hu had clashed on many occasions and were irreconcilable
.

Apart from these people, the rest of the attendees were also cadres, which could be seen from their shoulder insignia and shirt colors.

"Clang!"

The conference room door opened.

An old man in a police uniform, with gray hair and a slightly hunched back, walked in.

Everyone immediately stood up, including Dongfang Yue. The old man glanced at everyone with a cold look, and then
walked to the conference table.

Dongfang Yue saluted .

"Director."

The old man nodded. "Sit down, everyone sit down."

Dong Shaowei pulled out the empty chair next to Dongfang Yue.

"Director, please sit down."

"Hmm."

The old man sat down and subconsciously glanced at Dongfang Yue.

Beneath the crisp police trousers of the female bureau chief, she wore black mid-heeled leather shoes,
a glimpse of flesh-colored stockings peeking out from her feet.

It was an unremarkable combination in the city.

However, Dongfang Yue was very well-maintained; although she was mature, her figure remained tall and slender, possessing a unique charm.

The old man's gaze returned to the conference table.

This man was Peng Qiming, the provincial public security bureau chief, and Dongfang Yue's superior, 64 years old.

Everyone sat down.

Dongfang Yue naturally crossed her long legs, striking an elegant pose. Director

Peng picked up the teacup on the table, used the lid to stir the tea leaves, and glanced casually at the person beside him.

"Everyone's here, let's begin, Lao Hu," Dong Shaowei said. "Okay, I'll report,"

Hu Bo opened his notebook.

Like his appearance, Hu Bo's voice was very loud and full of energy.

"In the past month, our city has seen a series of vicious kidnapping cases targeting women, with victims
ranging in age from 22 to 36."

"According to witnesses, the suspects are a three-man gang, all male and speaking with a local accent."

"Each crime involved forcibly entering a home, violently controlling and binding the victim and witnesses,
sexually assaulting the victim in public, and then kidnapping her. The victims' relatives and friends
would receive the victims' underwear, bras, socks, and other intimate items within days afterward. The methods used were extremely brazen, and the nature of the crimes
was extremely heinous."

"The first victim was Cheng Ying, a 26-year-old English teacher at the city's No. 1 Middle School. On the night of the incident
, she was tutoring two students in the staff dormitory."

"After knocking on the door, the suspect threatened three teachers and students with a knife and
bound them with the victim's stockings. Then, in front of two of the male students, he gang-raped Cheng Ying on her bed in the dormitory."

"Because it was a day off, it wasn't until the next day, when Cheng Ying's roommate—another female teacher—returned to school, that she
discovered two male students, barely alive and tied to a radiator. Their mouths were reportedly gagged with stockings,
and their penises were covered with Cheng Ying's stockings. Cheng Ying was nowhere to be found. After cleaning the scene, it was discovered that
a box of Cheng Ying's clothes was also missing."

"Two days later, the school's mailroom received a package addressed to one of the male students who witnessed the incident
. Inside the package were a pair of white pantyhose with a torn crotch and covered in semen stains, and a pair of light pink
lace-up high-heeled shoes." "According to the two students, the victim was wearing a pale yellow dress, white stockings, and light pink lace-up high-heeled shoes

on the night of the incident ." 　　"Based on the marks on the stockings, we extracted samples and compared them with the DNA database, but no match was found ." 　　"The second case occurred less than a week apart." 　　"The victim's name is Tang Yiting, 31 years old, head nurse of the inpatient department at the Central Hospital." 　　"Because she has an elderly mother with lower limb paralysis, Tang Yiting has never married. She and her married sister take turns caring for the elderly woman." 　　"On the night of the incident, it was Tang Yiting's turn to care for her. When her sister, Tang Yixin, returned from her in-laws' house the next morning, she found the house in a mess." 　　"Because the elderly woman was advanced in years and clearly severely traumatized, she was incoherent, so Tang Yixin immediately called the police." 　　"After reviewing the home surveillance video installed to monitor the elderly woman, we discovered that the previous night, the victim had been beaten, tied up, and sexually assaulted by three men who forcibly broke into her home, and was also assaulted at the bedside of her paralyzed mother." 　　"After checking the house, the victim's younger sister found that although several rooms were ransacked, there was no significant loss of valuables, except for a nurse's uniform and some personal items left at home by her older sister, Tang Yiting." 　　"Similarly, two days later, the younger sister, Tang Yixin, received a package without a sender's name. Inside were a pair of nurse 's shoes and a pair of women's underwear, which were identified as belonging to her sister." 　　"The third case occurred even more frequently, almost within 48 hours." 　　"The victim was a 22-year-old woman, Zheng Xinyi, a finance employee at a state-owned enterprise. She was newly married and had just returned from her honeymoon in Europe with her husband a week before the incident." 　　"On the night of the incident, Zheng Xinyi and her husband went out for dinner. Upon returning, they were followed in the garage. Three suspects forced their way into their home, where the victim's husband was severely beaten and then witnessed his wife being gang-raped." 　　"Afterwards, the suspects locked the victim's husband in the bathroom and kidnapped the victim." 　　"The victim's husband managed to break the lock and escape to report the crime." 　　Two days later, the victim received a package at home containing a pair of torn flesh-colored pantyhose and a small bottle of suspicious liquid resembling vaginal discharge. 　　At the time of the incident, Zheng Xinyi was wearing a red dress, flesh-colored pantyhose, and red high heels. 　　The fourth case occurred during the day in a commercial street in the western part of the city. 　　Three suspects brazenly broke into a coffee shop that was not yet open for business. 　　They abducted the female owner and three employees (two women and one man). 　　The owner, Chen Meiping, 34 years old, was married and separated from her husband. 　　The suspects locked the shop door and hung up a "Closed" sign 　　. They then forced the four into a storage room, raped the three women, and coerced the male employee into participating . 　　Afterward, the male employee was stripped naked, while the two female employees were left with only thick black velvet pantyhose. The three were tied together head-to-toe, forming a human pillar, while the female owner was stuffed into a pre-prepared suitcase and taken away. 　　"The three women desperately cried for help, and it wasn't until several hours later that passersby called the police." 　　"Two days later, the three employees each received a package." 　　"The female employee received the underwear she was wearing when she was raped, now covered in dried white patches." 　　"The male employee received a pair of black pantyhose with a ripped crotch and a condom with the top tied and filled with semen ." 　　"Upon investigation, the pantyhose belonged to the female owner, Chen Meiping, on the day of the rape. The coffee shop's uniform consisted of a black suit skirt, a white shirt with a wide collar, black velvet pantyhose, and high heels." 　　"The condom containing semen belonged to the male employee." 　　"The fifth case—" 　　Hu Bo paused here. 　　He licked his lips, took a sip of water, and continued, "The victim's name is… Zhao Jiayan, 34 years old, a full-time housewife ." 　　A quiet murmur arose in the previously quiet meeting room. 　　"On the day of the incident, Zhao Jiayan accompanied her 12-year-old son, Zhou Chenyu, to a basketball class at a youth activity center. While driving home in their family's BMW X4, they were tricked out of the car by the suspects under the pretense of a car accident and then kidnapped." 　　"According to Zhou Chenyu's recollection, the mother and son were taken to a van with blacked-out windows." 　　"The mother, Zhao Jiayan, was bound, gagged, and blindfolded." 　　"The three suspects did not take any action against Zhou Chenyu; instead, they took them to an abandoned factory , where they gang-raped Zhao Jiayan in the van and forced Zhou Chenyu to watch." 　　"Although Zhou Chenyu was only 12 years old, he was already quite grown up and had reached a height of 1.65 meters." 　　"Seeing Zhou Chenyu become aroused, the suspects also cruelly forced Zhao Jiayan to use her own flesh-colored, sheer pantyhose to wrap around her son's penis and masturbate." 　　"After Zhou Chenyu ejaculated, the three men forced the boy, still with his mother's pantyhose wrapped around his genitals, out of the van and drove away." 　　"Due to his panic, Zhou Chenyu didn't note the van's license plate." 　　"A few days later, the Zhou family received a package from an unknown sender." 　　"Inside the package were a white Adidas Originals sneaker and a white Adidas athletic sock." 　　"Both were for the left foot, and both the inside and outside of the shoe and sock were covered in dried semen stains."

"And what Zhao Jiayan was wearing that day was a white tight-fitting sports t-shirt, denim shorts, ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, and
white athletic socks. Her husband confirmed that the items sent were indeed his wife's."

"There's one point that needs special clarification..."

Hu Bo glanced at Peng Qiming as he said this.

"As you all probably already know, the victim in the fifth case, Zhao Jiayan... is
the daughter-in-law of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary-General..."

Peng Qiming lowered his eyelids, his face ashen.

Hu Bo cleared his throat.

"These five cases so far have a lot in common. The suspects are all small groups of three
, their methods are vicious, the victims are all attractive women who like to wear pantyhose, and the suspects
sent back items related to the victims afterward, which is also a very clear act of provocation. We believe that these five
cases should be handled together, in order to—"

"Captain Hu, wait a minute,"

Feng Junyang, who had been silent, tapped the table with the end of his pen.

"You mean the fifth case, the last one, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let me add something,"

Feng Junyang said slowly, taking off his black-rimmed glasses and wiping them with a tissue. "Just the day before yesterday, we
received a report of a robbery in an apartment building in Xinfeng Community. We initially thought it was a simple case, but
after investigating the scene, we found things weren't so simple."

The man put his glasses back on and continued, "The person who reported the crime is named Xu Haibo, Director Dongfang.
You're familiar with that name, aren't you?"

All eyes turned to Dongfang Yue, including Peng Qiming, who was standing very close to her.

The female director's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Xu Haibo is my son-in-law, and I already know about this."

"Then you must know that the incident didn't happen at Xu Haibo's residence, but at the home of his older sister, Xu Manli."

"I know."

"According to Xu Haibo, a group of people broke in late at night, robbed him, and took away Xu Manli's
15-year-old daughter from her divorced ex-husband, Xu Wei..."

"Captain Feng," Hu Bo interrupted Feng Junyang, "Are you suggesting that this was also the
work of those three suspects? Heh—"

"Xu Haibo's statement is full of loopholes, making one suspect there's more to it than meets the eye. Considering these cases
, I think it's definitely not a coincidence," Feng Junyang raised his voice.

"Captain Feng, let me tell you, I already know the situation you're talking about. First of all, there's no sexual
assault in this case, nor are there any typical signs like mailing the victim's belongings afterward. So we've ruled out
the possibility that it was done by the same group of criminals." "

I said Xu Haibo's testimony is unreliable. What if I told you now that my men found
fragments of women's underwear and used condoms at the scene—" Feng Junyang held up two fingers
, "more than one? What would you think then?"

"That doesn't mean—"

"Gentlemen," Dong Shaowei stood up, "we think we can continue our discussion about the case after this meeting.
We all know why Director Peng rushed here despite his busy schedule, so instead of dwelling on things that are still unclear
, let's analyze the evidence and clues we already have. After all, every minute we waste
increases the danger to the hostages, doesn't it?"

Both Feng and Hu fell silent.

"So, let's not discuss anything that's not settled yet, and let's not waste the director's time, okay
? Now, please let Captain Hu introduce the next arrangements and deployments."

"Okay, Secretary Dong, this is my plan, first..."

Peng Qiming turned to the side, "Dongfang, come with me for a moment."

"Yes."

The two stood up, one after the other, and walked to the suite behind the conference room. Dongfang Yue closed the door.

The two sat down on the sofa. The old man took off his hat and smoothed his graying temples.

"Do you know that the missing person is Zhou Qingwei's daughter-in-law?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, good to know." Peng Qiming nodded. "The daughter-in-law of the provincial party secretary-general was kidnapped and even...
...Do you know how serious this is?"

"I know." Dongfang Yue pondered, her eyes still calm.

Peng Qiming met those eyes for a few seconds, then smiled: "Good, I believe you, I believe I
can get a satisfactory result in the end."

He tugged at his collar, as if his tie was too tight.

"Zhou Qingwei is no pushover, Dongfang. I'm retiring next year."

The old man glanced up. Two single sofas were next to each other. Dongfang Yue's hands were clasped together, resting on
the armrests between the two sofas, the blue veins faintly visible on the back of her fair hands.

"Don't disappoint me,"

Peng Qiming gently patted Dongfang Yue's elegant and delicate hand, stood up, and pushed open the door to leave.

As soon as the old man left, the composed demeanor on Dongfang Yue's face vanished like a deflated balloon
.

The female director leaned wearily against the sofa, gently rubbing her forehead.

Her dejection was evident.
Chapter

Two

Dongfang Yue returned to her office, leaned back in her chair, feeling somewhat tired.

Dong Shaowei promptly brought her a cup of fragrant tea.

As a secretary, he was undoubtedly competent and excellent.

Dong Shaowei was calm, reserved, meticulous, and sometimes even more considerate than women.

Reliable people are hard to find these days.

Dongfang Yue was also quite grateful to have such a trustworthy subordinate.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Director.

" "Xiao Dong.

" "Hmm?"

"Go and bring me the case file of Xu Manli and her daughter."

"Okay."

Dongfang Yue rubbed her temples with her slender white fingers. "How's the progress with Hu Bo?" "Not good," Dong Shaowei said bluntly. "The packages received by the victims' relatives and friends were all made by

small companies; we can't trace their origin at all." 　　"What about the DNA samples collected at the scene?" " 　　Of the dozens of samples collected from the scene and subsequent evidence, after comparison, three DNA samples were confirmed to have appeared in different crime scenes, but none of them match in the Ministry of Public Security's database. It's very likely that none of these three individuals have prior criminal records." 　　"What about the surveillance cameras? How's the investigation going?" 　　"You know the state of our city's surveillance system; it's not yet fully covered. Through monitoring, we can only trace them to the southern suburbs. However, we can confirm that this group has a strong counter-surveillance awareness. They use different cars each time they commit a crime. Hu Bo checked the license plate numbers captured on camera; they're all fake." 　　"Have Hu Bo and his team focus their investigation on the southern suburbs, paying particular attention to private car repair shops." 　　"Yes," 　　Dong Shaowei said, placing a stack of documents on Dongfang Yue's desk. 　　The female director put on her delicate gold-rimmed glasses and flipped through the pages one by one. 　　"According to Xu Haibo's statement, after the three thugs broke in, they took control of himself and Xu Manli and her daughter, and then ransacked the house. Perhaps because they didn't find much money, they kidnapped the mother and daughter." 　　"Hmm," Dongfang Yue nodded slightly, her eyelids lowered. 　　"The forensic team is following up on the hair and skin tissue collected at the scene. The victim, Xu Manli , is a high-speed rail attendant. She's usually quite busy and often hires domestic helpers to work at her home. So, they collected DNA traces from more than a dozen people at the scene. 　　" "No signs of sexual assault?" " 　　No in the statement." Dong Shaowei smiled knowingly. "This case was in Captain Feng's hands at the time, but he knew about Xu Haibo's relationship with you, after all..." 　　"Hmm." 　　"We couldn't get anything out of the victim, so we had to let him go. Apparently, Old Feng was very unwilling at the time. 　　" "What do you think?" Dongfang Yue closed the materials and stuffed them into a manila envelope. "I think Xu Haibo is clearly hiding something, and so is Lao Feng. For example, some clues and evidence 　　he mentioned at the meeting are completely missing from the case file." 　　"Feng Junyang is playing his own game. Hu Bo's case is at a standstill, and if Feng Junyang can prove that this case and the previous ones were indeed committed by the same group, then if he finds a breakthrough, he can strike first and take the credit. 　　" "You're right," 　　Dongfang Yue glanced at her watch. 　　"Alright, Xiao Dong, it's getting late, you can go home now." 　　"Director, what about Director Peng…?" 　　"I know." 　　"Okay, I'll be going then." 　　A smart person knows when to shut up, and Dong Shaowei closed the office door from the outside. 　　Dongfang Yue pondered for a moment, took out her phone, and dialed. 　　"Feeding?" A beautiful female voice floated from the receiver. 　　"Xiao Meng." 　　"Mom?" The voice was filled with pleasure. 　　"Are you all home tonight? Mom can come over for dinner." 　　"Yes, that's perfect. I'll go buy some groceries later." 　　"No need, just make something simple." 　　"It's alright, Yingying's going home today anyway, I was going to prepare something else." 　　"Oh, okay, um… Xu Haibo will be there tonight, right?" 　　"Him? Probably. I don't seem to have any social engagements lately." 　　"Okay, I'll be there in a bit. Goodbye." 　　"Goodbye." 　　Hanging up the phone, Dongfang Yue tidied her belongings. 　　The director's office had two doors, one leading outside, the other to an inner cubicle. 　　Inside was a lounge with a bed, simple furniture, and a sink. 　　Dongfang Yue opened the wardrobe; a navy blue trench coat hung inside. 　　She hesitated, then withdrew her hand from the coat. 　　The person Dongfang Yue had just called was her daughter, Ren Meng. 　　Dongfang Yue had no sons, only two daughters. 　　The eldest was Ren Meng, and the younger was Ren Yu. 　　Ren Meng is 34 years old, a civil servant, and currently the deputy district head of Chengzhong District in Xizhou City. Xu Haibo is her husband. 　　They have a daughter named Xu Yingying, who is 14 years old and in her final year of junior high school at a private school. She usually lives at school and only comes home occasionally, so it's no wonder Ren Meng is in such a cheerful mood. 　　Their house is in the city center; it's not large, but it's in a good location. It was allocated by the district government, and most of the residents are government employees—it's considered a mid-to-high-end apartment complex. 　　When Ren Meng opened the door, Dongfang Yue smelled the aroma of meat soup—the smell of home, very warm and comforting. 　　The family of three came out to greet them. 　　The lady of the house wore a black and white striped one-piece home dress, looking soft and comfortable . A pink apron was wrapped around her slender waist, and her long, wavy hair was casually tied into a ponytail, perhaps for convenience while doing housework. She wore light makeup and smiled radiantly. 　　Her granddaughter, Xu Yingying, had obviously just returned and was still wearing her school uniform. 　　She wore a white shirt with lace trim on the cuffs, a black vest over it, a red and black plaid skirt, and light-colored pantyhose. 　　Like her mother and grandmother, Xu Yingying was a natural beauty. Although not yet an adult, she had fair skin, delicate features, and was already developing in height, with long, shapely legs. Her long, dark hair shone with a healthy sheen and was adorned with a headband. 　　Xu Haibo was the same age as Ren Meng. He was very tall and handsome in his youth, a perfect couple with his wife. However, time had passed, and he was now middle-aged and overweight. 　　In contrast, Ren Meng was very well-preserved, and the couple now appeared to have a noticeable age difference. 　　Upon seeing Dongfang Yue in her crisp police uniform, Xu Haibo's expression stiffened for a moment, then he gave an awkward smile.

Trying to hide her awkwardness,

Xu Yingying said, taking Dongfang Yue's bag from her
. "Grandma, you're so funny. Why did you come in your work clothes?"

"Ah, I went to a meeting and came straight here without going back to the station,"

Dongfang Yue said with a smile, pulling her size 36 feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, out of her high heels.

"Mom, please change your shoes,"

Xu Haibo said solicitously, placing a pair of white cotton slippers
next to Dongfang Yue's stockinged feet on the carpet.

"Haibo, I can do it myself,"

Dongfang Yue said, her toes, hidden in the thick silk stockings, deftly slipping on the slippers.

This gentle, elegant movement was so close that Xu Haibo took it all in.

"It's alright, it's alright,"

he said, casually picking up Dongfang Yue's still-warm high heels and placing them on the shoe rack.

"Mom, please sit down. I'll stir-fry some vegetables, and dinner will be ready soon," Ren Meng said, rubbing her apron as she went to the kitchen.

Xu Yingying took her grandmother's arm and headed to the living room, chattering away.

Xu Haibo watched their retreating figures, unconsciously rubbing his nose and secretly sniffing the fingers he had just slipped into his shoe
.

The food was quickly served.

The table was square, just right for four people.

Dongfang Yue and Ren Meng faced each other, while Xu Yingying and her father faced each other.

Ren Meng had prepared shredded pork with garlic sauce, beef and potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, bok choy, and pork rib soup—all her daughter's
favorites.

The three of them chatted warmly, while Xu Haibo ate in silence.

"Xiao Meng, has Xiao Yu contacted you recently? How is she doing?" "She

's doing well, already doing her internship."

"Auntie is amazing! She's an intern reporter at the provincial TV station!"

"Of course! Your auntie studies so hard, unlike you."

"Hmph," the girl pouted, "I don't want to go to graduate school after finally graduating."

"Graduate school? I'll be satisfied if you can get into a decent university."

"Yingying, your mother is right, the higher the education, the better."

Dongfang Yue put a piece of meat in Xu Yingying's bowl.

Xu Haibo remained silent.

Rather than being silent, it was more accurate to say he couldn't join the conversation.

Xu Haibo leaned back in his chair, a small wine glass in his hand, sipping slowly.

His eyes were a little hot, his hazy gaze inadvertently falling on three pairs of legs under the table.

On the left was Dongfang Yue, wearing navy blue uniform trousers, flesh-colored stockings, and white cotton slippers.
Prologue

The city at night, dark clouds obscuring the moon.

The room was dark, the lights off, the glow of the computer monitor illuminating half of the man's face, making him appear exceptionally pale.

Accompanied by the crackling of electricity, the man pondered, his brow furrowed.

He seemed to be carefully examining something, confirming it again and again.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated, its vibration startling in the quiet room.

The man answered.

"We've arrived,"

a deep voice came from the receiver.

The man paused for a few seconds, then said, "...Then let's get started."

"Heh, finally we can begin."

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, the man got up and went to the balcony.

Before him lay a curtain of darkness, with distant car lights dotting the sky.

A raindrop landed on his face, and he looked up.

A large patch of dark clouds gathered on the horizon seemed to respond, rumbling a small rumble of thunder.

"Boom—"

The rain began to drizzle.

Small puddles formed on the muddy ground.

A cigarette butt fell in, blurring the reflection of the streetlight on the water's surface.

"Hiss—" A wisp of smoke drifted out, then was stepped on by a large foot wearing thick-soled leather shoes.

In the dim light, a tall, burly man pulled up the hood of his black hoodie.

The streetlight only illuminated the lower half of his face, revealing his stubble.

He nodded to two other men dressed similarly in black beside him.

The three of them walked towards an apartment building in the fine rain.

Chapter 1

The main conference room of the Xizhou Public Security Bureau was packed with people around a round table.

Almost all the bureau's key personnel were present.

At the very center sat a middle-aged woman.

She appeared to be in her forties, mature and voluptuous, dignified and beautiful, but her expression was serious.

She wore a crisp police uniform, without a hat, and her hair was neatly pinned up behind her head.

This was the current director of the Xizhou Public Security Bureau, Dongfang Yue, 52 years old this year, though her actual age differed considerably from her appearance
.

Due to gender and appearance, in the masculine police system, female officers generally give
the impression of being delicate and unreliable, regardless of rank. However, those who knew her understood that Dongfang Yue was a
cadre who rose through the ranks, and a very capable and shrewd woman.

At this moment, the female director stood with her arms crossed in front of her, her brows slightly furrowed, her expression not relaxed.

To her left was a man in his early thirties, who looked shrewd and capable, wearing a black suit;
he was the only person at the meeting not in uniform.

The man, Dong Shaowei, was Dongfang Yue's secretary, 31 years old. He had
served as her secretary for over five years since Dongfang Yue was promoted to deputy director, making him a trusted confidant.

Further down, on either side of the round table, sat two middle-aged men, facing each other, reflecting their
respective positions.

The man on the left, of medium build and strong build, was Hu Bo, the current head of the criminal investigation team, 44 years old.

The man on the other side was slightly older, with a goatee.

His name was Feng Junyang, the head of the public security team, 50 years old.

After Dongfang Yue became director, he began to promote Hu Bo, who also came from a grassroots background, while Feng Junyang was a former official.
Chen, whose style is also rather conservative, and the fact that Feng and Hu have clashed on many occasions, are openly known to be irreconcilable
enemies.

Apart from these few people, the rest of the attendees were all cadres, as could be seen from their shoulder insignia and shirt colors.

"Click!"

The conference room door opened.

An elderly man in a police uniform, with gray hair and a slightly hunched back, walked in.

Everyone immediately stood up, including Dongfang Yue. The old man glanced at everyone, his gaze cold and stern, then
walked towards the conference table.

Dongfang Yue saluted .

"Director .

" The old man nodded. "Sit down, everyone, sit down."

Dong Shaowei pulled out the empty chair next to Dongfang Yue

. "Director, please sit."

"Hmm."

The old man sat down, subconsciously glancing at Dongfang Yue.

The female bureau chief wore black mid-heel leather shoes under her crisp police trousers,
a glimpse of flesh-colored stockings peeking out from her feet.

This was an unremarkable combination in the city.

However, Dongfang Yue was very well-preserved; although she was mature, she still had a tall and slender figure, possessing a unique charm.

The old man's gaze returned to the conference table.

This man was Peng Qiming, the provincial public security bureau chief, and Dongfang Yue's superior, currently 64 years old.

Everyone sat down.

Dongfang Yue naturally crossed her long legs, striking an elegant pose.

Director Peng picked up the teacup on the table, used the lid to stir the tea leaves, and glanced casually at the person beside him.

"Everyone's here, let's begin, Lao Hu," Dong Shaowei said. "Okay, I'll report,"

Hu Bo opened his notebook.

Like his appearance, Hu Bo's voice was very loud and full of energy.

"In the past month, our city has seen a series of vicious kidnapping cases targeting women, with victims
ranging in age from 22 to 36."

"According to witnesses, the suspects are a three-man gang, all male and speaking with a local accent."

"Each time, they forcibly entered a woman's home, violently controlling and binding the victim and witnesses, and
then sexually assaulting the victim in public before kidnapping her. The victim's relatives and friends
would receive her underwear, bra, socks, and other personal items within days of the incident. The methods were extremely brazen, and the nature of the crime
was extremely heinous."

"The victim in the first case was Cheng Ying, a 26-year-old English teacher at the city's No. 1 Middle School. On the night of the incident,
she was tutoring two students in the staff dormitory."

"After knocking on the door, the suspects threatened the three teachers and students with a knife,
bound them with the victim's stockings, and then gang-raped Cheng Ying on the dormitory bed in front of the two male students."

"Because it was a day off, it wasn't until the next day, when Cheng Ying's roommate—another female teacher—returned to school, that she
discovered two male students, barely alive and tied to a radiator. Their mouths were reportedly gagged with stockings,
and their penises were covered with Ms. Cheng's stockings. Cheng Ying was nowhere to be found. After cleaning the scene, it was discovered that
a box of Ms. Cheng's clothes was also missing."

"Two days later, the school's mailroom received a package addressed to the male student who witnessed the incident .
Inside the package were a pair of white pantyhose with a torn crotch and covered in semen stains, and a pair of light pink
lace-up high-heeled shoes."

"According to the two students, the victim was wearing a pale yellow dress, white stockings
, and light pink lace-up high-heeled shoes on the night of the incident."

"Based on the marks on the stockings, we extracted samples and compared them with a DNA database, but there was no match."

"The second case occurred less than a week later."

"The victim's name is Tang Yiting, 31 years old, and she is the head nurse of the inpatient department of the Central Hospital."

"Because she has an elderly mother who is paralyzed in her lower limbs, Tang Yiting has never married. She and her married
sister take turns caring for the elderly woman."

"On the night of the incident, it was Tang Yiting's turn to care for the mother. When her sister, Tang Yixin, returned from her in-laws' house the next morning,
she found the house in complete disarray."

"Because the elderly woman was advanced in years and clearly severely traumatized, she was incoherent, so Tang Yixin immediately called the police."

"After reviewing the home surveillance video installed to monitor the elderly woman, we discovered that
the victim had been beaten, tied up, and sexually assaulted by three men who forcibly broke into her home the previous night, in front of the paralyzed elderly woman's bedside."

"After checking the house, the victim's sister found that although several rooms were ransacked,
there was no significant loss of valuables, except for a nurse's uniform left at home by her sister Tang Yiting, and some personal
items."

"Similarly, two days later, Tang Yixin, the younger sister, received a package without a sender's name. Inside were a pair of nurse's
shoes and a pair of women's underwear, which were identified as belonging to her older sister."

"The third case occurred even more frequently, almost within 48 hours."

"The victim was a 22-year-old woman, Zheng Xinyi, a finance employee at a state-owned enterprise. She was newly married and had just
returned from her honeymoon in Europe a week before the incident."

"On the night of the incident, Zheng Xinyi and her husband went out for dinner. Upon returning, they were followed in the garage. Three suspects
forced their way into their home, where the victim's husband was severely beaten and then witnessed his wife being gang-raped."

"Afterwards, the suspects locked the victim's husband in the bathroom and kidnapped the woman."

"The victim's husband managed to break the lock and escape, reporting the incident to the police."

"Two days later, the victim's family received a package containing a pair of torn flesh-colored pantyhose and a small
bottle of a suspicious liquid resembling vaginal discharge."

"At the time of the incident, Zheng Xinyi was wearing a red dress, flesh-colored pantyhose, and red high heels."

"The fourth incident occurred during the day in a commercial street in the western part of the city."

"Three suspects brazenly broke into a coffee shop that was not yet open for business." "

They took the female shop owner and three employees—two women and one man—hostage."

"The shop owner's name was Chen Meiping, 34 years old, married, and separated from her husband."

"The suspects locked the shop door from the inside and hung up a 'Closed for Business' sign."

"Then, they forced the four women into a storage room, raped the three women, and coerced the male employee into participating."
"Afterwards

, the male employee was stripped naked, while the two female employees were each left with only a pair of thick black
velvet pantyhose. The three were tied together head to toe, forming a human pillar, while the female shop owner was stuffed into a pre-prepared
suitcase and taken away."

"The three desperately cried for help, and it wasn't until several hours later that passersby called the police."

"Two days later, the three employees each received a package."

"The female employee received the underwear she was wearing when she was raped, now covered in dried white spots."

"The male employee received a pair of black pantyhose with a torn crotch, and a condom with the top tied and filled with semen
."

"Upon investigation, the pantyhose belonged to the female shop owner, Chen Meiping, on the day of the incident. The coffee shop's uniform consisted of a black suit
skirt, a white shirt with a wide collar, black velvet pantyhose, and high heels."

"The condom containing semen belonged to the male employee."

"The fifth case—"

Hu Bo paused here.

He licked his lips, took a sip of water, and continued, "The victim's name is... Zhao Jiayan, 34 years old, a full-time housewife."

The originally quiet meeting room was filled with whispers.

"On the day of the incident, Zhao Jiayan accompanied her 12-year-old son, Zhou Chenyu, to a basketball class at a youth activity center. While
driving home in their BMW X4, they were tricked out of the car by the suspects under the pretense of a car accident and then
kidnapped."

"According to Zhou Chenyu's recollection, the mother and son were taken to a van with blacked-out windows."

"The mother, Zhao Jiayan, was bound, gagged, and blindfolded."

"The three suspects did not take any action against Zhou Chenyu; instead, they took them to an abandoned factory
, where they gang-raped Zhao Jiayan in the van and forced Zhou Chenyu to watch."

"Although Zhou Chenyu was only 12 years old, he was already quite grown up and had reached a height of 1.65 meters."

"Seeing Zhou Chenyu become aroused, the suspects also cruelly forced Zhao Jiayan to use her own
flesh-colored, sheer pantyhose to wrap around her son's penis and masturbate."

"After Zhou Chenyu ejaculated, the three men forced the boy, still with his mother's pantyhose wrapped around his genitals, out of the van and
drove away."

"Because of his panic, Zhou Chenyu didn't remember the van's license plate."

"A few days later, the Zhou family received a package from an unknown sender."

"Inside the package was a white Adidas sneaker and a white Adidas athletic sock."

"Both were for the left foot, and both the inside and outside of the sock were covered in dried semen stains."

"Zhao Jiayan was wearing a white tight-fitting athletic t-shirt, denim shorts, ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings, and
white athletic socks that, according to the victim's husband, were indeed sent to his wife."

"There's one point that needs special mention..."

Hu Bo glanced at Peng Qiming as he said this.

"As you may already know, the victim in the fifth case, Zhao Jiayan... is
the daughter-in-law of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary-General..."

Peng Qiming lowered his eyelids, his face ashen.

Hu Bo cleared his throat.

"These five cases so far have a lot in common. The suspects are all small groups of three
, their methods are vicious, the victims are all attractive women who like to wear pantyhose, and the suspects
sent back items related to the victims afterward, which is also a very clear act of provocation. We believe that these five
cases should be handled together, in order to—"

"Captain Hu, wait a minute,"

Feng Junyang, who had been silent, tapped the table with the end of his pen.

"You mean the fifth case, the last one, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let me add something,"

Feng Junyang said slowly, taking off his black-rimmed glasses and wiping them with a tissue. "Just the day before yesterday, we
received a report of a robbery in an apartment building in Xinfeng Community. We initially thought it was a simple case, but
after investigating the scene, we found things weren't so simple."

The man put his glasses back on and continued, "The person who reported the crime is named Xu Haibo, Director Dongfang.
You're familiar with that name, aren't you?"

All eyes turned to Dongfang Yue, including Peng Qiming, who was standing very close to her.

The female director's eyebrows twitched slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Xu Haibo is my son-in-law, and I already know about this."

"Then you must know that the incident didn't happen at Xu Haibo's residence, but at the home of his older sister, Xu Manli."

"I know."

"According to Xu Haibo, a group of people broke in late at night, robbed him, and took away Xu Manli's
15-year-old daughter from her divorced ex-husband, Xu Wei..."

"Captain Feng," Hu Bo interrupted Feng Junyang, "Are you suggesting that this was also the
work of those three suspects? Heh—"

"Xu Haibo's statement is full of loopholes, making one suspect there's more to it than meets the eye. Considering these cases
, I think it's definitely not a coincidence," Feng Junyang raised his voice.

"Captain Feng, let me tell you, I'm already aware of the situation you mentioned. First of all, there's no sexual
assault in this case, nor are there any obvious signs of post-incident mailing of the victim's belongings. Therefore, we've ruled out
the possibility of it being committed by the same group of criminals."

"I've said before, Xu Haibo's testimony is unreliable. What if I told you now that my men found
fragments of women's underwear and used condoms at the scene—" Feng Junyang held up two fingers
, "more than one? What would you think then?"

"That doesn't mean—"

"Gentlemen," Dong Shaowei stood up, "we think we can continue our discussion of the case after this meeting.
We all know why Director Peng rushed here despite his busy schedule, so instead of dwelling on things that are still unclear
, let's analyze the evidence and clues we already have. After all, every minute we waste
increases the danger to the hostages, doesn't it?"

Both Feng and Hu fell silent.

"So, let's not discuss anything that's not yet resolved, and let's not waste the Director's time, okay
? Now, Captain Hu, please introduce the next steps and plans."

"Okay, Secretary Dong, this is my plan. First..."

Peng Qiming turned to the side, "Dongfang, come with me for a moment."

"Yes."

The two stood up and walked one after the other to the suite behind the conference room. Dongfang Yue closed the door.

The two sat down on the sofa. The old man took off his hat and smoothed his graying temples.

"Do you know that the missing person is Zhou Qingwei's daughter-in-law?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, good to know." Peng Qiming nodded. "The daughter-in-law of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary-General was kidnapped and even...
...Do you know how serious this is?"

"I know." Dongfang Yue pondered, her eyes still calm.

Peng Qiming met her eyes for a few seconds, then smiled. "Good, I believe you. I believe I
can get a satisfactory result in the end."

He tugged at his collar, as if his tie was too tight.

"Zhou Qingwei is no pushover, Dongfang. I'm retiring next year."

The old man glanced up. Two single sofas were next to each other. Dongfang Yue's hands were clasped together, resting on
the armrests that met between the two sofas. The faint blue veins on the back of her fair hands were visible.

"Don't disappoint me,"

Peng Qiming gently patted Dongfang Yue's elegant, delicate hand, stood up, and pushed open the door to leave.

As soon as the old man left, the composed demeanor on Dongfang Yue's face vanished like a deflated balloon
.

The female director leaned wearily against the sofa, gently rubbing her forehead.

Her dejection was palpable.

(To be continued)

Chapter Two

Dongfang Yue returned to her office, leaned back in her chair, feeling somewhat tired.

Dong Shaowei promptly brought her a cup of fragrant tea.

As a secretary, he was undoubtedly competent and excellent.

Dong Shaowei was calm, reserved, meticulous, and sometimes even more considerate than women in his dealings.

Reliable people are hard to find these days.

Dongfang Yue was once very grateful to have such a trustworthy subordinate.

"Thank you." "

You're welcome, Director."

"Xiao Dong.

" "Hmm?"

"Go and get the case file of Xu Manli and her daughter so I can take a look."

"Okay."

Dongfang Yue rubbed her temples with her slender white fingers. "How's the progress with Hu Bo?" "Not good." Dong Shaowei said bluntly, "The packages received by the victim's relatives and friends were all made by

small companies, and we can't trace their origin at all." 　　"What about the DNA samples collected at the scene?" 　　"Currently, of the dozens of samples collected from the scene and subsequent evidence, after comparison, three DNA samples have been confirmed to have appeared in different crime scenes, but none of them match in the Ministry of Public Security's database. It's very likely that none of these three people have prior criminal records." 　　"And what about the surveillance cameras? How's the investigation going?" 　　"You know the state of our city's surveillance system; it's not yet fully covered. We can only track them up to the southern suburbs. However, we can confirm that this group has a strong counter-surveillance awareness. They use different cars each time they commit a crime. Hu Bo checked the license plates they captured; they're all fake." 　　"Have Hu Bo and his team focus on the southern suburbs, paying particular attention to private car repair shops." 　　"Yes, sir," 　　Dong Shaowei said, placing a stack of documents on Dongfang Yue's desk. 　　The female bureau chief put on her delicate gold-rimmed glasses and flipped through the pages. 　　"According to Xu Haibo's statement, after the three criminals broke in, they took control of him and his daughter, Xu Manli. They then ransacked the house, probably because they didn't find much money, so they kidnapped the mother and daughter." 　　"Hmm," Dongfang Yue nodded slightly, her eyelids lowered. 　　"The forensic team is following up on the hair and skin tissue collected at the scene. The victim, Xu Manli , is a high-speed rail attendant. She's usually quite busy and often hires domestic helpers to work at her home. So, they collected DNA traces from more than a dozen people at the scene. 　　" "No signs of sexual assault?" " 　　No in the statement." Dong Shaowei smiled knowingly. "This case was in Captain Feng's hands at the time, but he knew about Xu Haibo's relationship with you, after all..." 　　"Hmm." 　　"We couldn't get anything out of the victim, so we had to let him go. Apparently, Old Feng was very unwilling at the time. 　　" "What do you think?" Dongfang Yue closed the materials and stuffed them into a manila envelope. "I think Xu Haibo is clearly hiding something, and so is Lao Feng. For example, some clues and evidence 　　he mentioned at the meeting are completely missing from the case file." 　　"Feng Junyang is playing his own game. Hu Bo's case is at a standstill, and if Feng Junyang can prove that this case and the previous ones were indeed committed by the same group, then if he finds a breakthrough, he can strike first and take the credit. 　　" "You're right," 　　Dongfang Yue glanced at her watch. 　　"Alright, Xiao Dong, it's getting late, you can go home now." 　　"Director, what about Director Peng…?" 　　"I know." 　　"Okay, I'll be going then." 　　A smart person knows when to shut up, and Dong Shaowei closed the office door from the outside. 　　Dongfang Yue pondered for a moment, took out her phone, and dialed. 　　"Feeding?" A beautiful female voice floated from the receiver. 　　"Xiao Meng." 　　"Mom?" The voice was filled with pleasure. 　　"Are you all home tonight? Mom can come over for dinner." 　　"Yes, that's perfect. I'll go buy some groceries later." 　　"No need, just something simple will do." 　　"It's alright, Yingying's going home today anyway, I was going to prepare something else." 　　"Oh, okay, um… Xu Haibo'll be home tonight 　　, right?" "Him? Probably. I don't think he's had any social engagements lately."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, Dongfang Yue tidied her belongings.

The director's office had two doors, one leading outside and the other to an inner cubicle.

Inside was a lounge with a bed, simple furniture, and a sink.

Dongfang Yue opened the wardrobe; a navy blue trench coat hung inside.

She hesitated, then withdrew her hand from the coat.

The person Dongfang Yue had just called was her daughter, Ren Meng.

Dongfang Yue had no sons, only two daughters. Her

eldest daughter was Ren Meng, and her younger daughter was Ren Yu. Ren Meng

was 34 years old, a civil servant, and currently the deputy district head of Chengzhong District in Xizhou City. Xu Haibo was her husband.

They had a daughter named Xu Yingying, 14 years old, in her final year of junior high at a private school. She usually lived at
school and only occasionally came home, so it was no wonder Ren Meng was in such a cheerful mood.

Their house was in the city center, not large, but in a good location. It was allocated by the district government, and
most of the residents were government employees; it was considered a mid-to-high-end apartment complex.

When Ren Menglai opened the door, Dongfang Yue smelled the aroma of meat soup—the smell of home, so warm and comforting.

A family of three came out to greet her.

The lady of the house wore a black and white striped one-piece loungewear dress, looking soft and comfortable.
A pink apron was wrapped around her slender waist, and her long, wavy hair, perhaps for convenience while doing housework, was casually tied into a ponytail. She wore
light makeup and a radiant smile.

Her granddaughter, Xu Yingying, had clearly just returned, still wearing her school uniform.

She wore a white shirt with lace trim on the cuffs, a black vest over it,
a red and black plaid skirt, and light-colored pantyhose.

Like her mother and grandmother, Xu Yingying was a natural beauty. Although not yet an adult, she
had fair skin, delicate features, and was already developing her height, with long, shapely legs. Her long, dark
hair shone with a healthy sheen and was adorned with a headband.

Xu Haibo and Ren Meng are the same age. He is very tall and was quite handsome in his youth. He and his wife were a perfect couple,
but time has passed, and he is now middle-aged and overweight.

In contrast, Ren Meng is very well-preserved, and now when the couple stands together,
there is a noticeable age difference.

Upon seeing Dongfang Yue in her crisp police uniform, Xu Haibo's expression stiffened for a moment, then he smiled awkwardly,
trying to hide his unease.

"Grandma, you're so funny. Why are you here in your uniform?" Xu Yingying
said, taking Dongfang Yue's bag.

"Ah, I went out for a meeting and didn't go back to the station, so I came straight here,"

Dongfang Yue said with a smile, pulling her size 36 feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, out of her high heels.

"Mom, please change your shoes,"

Xu Haibo said solicitously, placing a pair of white cotton slippers next to Dongfang Yue's stockinged feet on the carpet
.

"Haibo, I can do it myself."

Dongfang Yue's toes, hidden in the thick silk stockings, flicked and lifted, and the slippers were on her feet.

This gentle and elegant little movement was seen by Xu Haibo.

"It's alright, it's alright,"

he said, casually picking up Dongfang Yue's still-warm high heels and placing them on the shoe rack.

"Mom, please sit down first. I'll stir-fry some vegetables, and we'll be eating soon," Ren Meng said, rubbing her apron as she went to the kitchen.

Xu Yingying, arm in arm with her grandmother, went to the living room, chattering away.

Xu Haibo watched their backs, unconsciously rubbing his nose and secretly sniffing
the fingers that had just slipped into the slippers.

The food was quickly served.

The table was square, just right for four people.

Dongfang Yue and Ren Meng faced each other, while Xu Yingying and her father faced each other.

Ren Meng had made shredded pork with garlic sauce, beef and potatoes, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, bok choy, and pork rib soup—all her daughter's
favorites.

The three of them chatted warmly, while Xu Haibo ate in silence.

"Xiaomeng, has Xiaoyu contacted you recently? How is she doing?"

"She's doing well, already doing her internship."

"Auntie, that's amazing! She's an intern reporter at the provincial TV station!"

"Of course! Your auntie studies so hard, unlike you."

"Hmph," the girl pouted, "I don't want to go to graduate school after all that hard work."

"Graduate school? I'd be happy if you could get into a decent university."

"Yingying, your mom's right, the higher the education, the better."

Dongfang Yue put a piece of meat in Xu Yingying's bowl.

Xu Haibo remained silent.

Rather than saying he was silent, it was more accurate to say he couldn't join the conversation.

Xu Haibo leaned back in his chair, holding a small wine glass, sipping slowly.

His eyes were a little hot, and his hazy gaze inadvertently fell on three pairs of legs under the table.

On the left was Dongfang Yue, wearing navy blue uniform trousers, flesh-colored stockings, and white cotton slippers. She elegantly
crossed her legs, toes curled, the sole of her slipper separated from the flesh-colored stockings at an
angle of about thirty degrees, her rounded heel and arch partially exposed, the slipper seemingly about to fall off, alluring.

To the right, a pair of calves encased in smoky gray stockings—Ren Meng's shoes for today.

She too had her legs crossed, but her right foot, resting on her left leg, had escaped the confines of the slipper.

Ren Meng wore a pair of blue and white checkered cotton slippers, one of which had fallen to the ground.

The woman's right foot, encased in stockings, had slightly curled toes, a clear seam at the base of the toes revealing
red-painted toes beneath the thin stockings.

Opposite Xu Haibo, her daughter's white legs were encased in a pair of pink and white checkered slippers.

Xu Yingying's knees were together, feet slightly apart, toes pointed, heels slipping out of the slippers.

Because of the angle, Xu Haibo couldn't see the soles of his daughter's white-stockinged feet, only the taut instep
and the wrinkles in the white stockings.

*Thump*

Xu Haibo swallowed the liquor he had in his mouth; it was a bit spicy.

"By the way, Grandma, has something happened lately? There were so many guards at the school gate when I left today,"
Xu Yingying suddenly asked.

"Ahem," Dongfang Yue paused, "Well... there's been a case, it's normal for the school to be on edge, just in case .
"

Dongfang Yue had barely finished speaking when Xu Haibo suddenly spoke up: "Several women have been kidnapped in the city lately."

Xu Yingying's pretty face instantly turned pale.

"Why are you telling the child this?" Ren Meng put down her chopsticks.

"I'm telling her to be careful, these things might happen to her," Xu Haibo said, slightly tipsy,
his words a little incoherent.

"How should she be careful? Tell me!" Ren Meng glanced at him sideways.

"Look at her, her skirt is so short..."

"Dad! Are you kidding me? This is a school uniform!"

Xu Yingying's face flushed red.

The atmosphere became a little awkward afterward, and no one touched their chopsticks much.

Dinner ended hastily.

"Haibo, come to the study with me for a moment. I have something to ask you,"

Dongfang Yue called to her son-in-law as Ren Meng and her daughter were tidying up the table.

"Huh? Oh."

"What is it, Grandma?" Xu Yingying asked curiously.

"Yingying, go do your homework. Children shouldn't ask so many questions," Ren Meng said.

"Okay,"

the girl pouted and went back to her room, leaving Ren Meng, Xu Haibo, and Dongfang Yue behind. The three of them looked at each other for a few moments,
their expressions complicated.

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