The Reporter Butcher (1-3)

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(Part 1) 18 years ago, before Ice Age, the first animated movie I watched was called South Park. There used to be a South Park animated TV series, but it was taken over by a pretentious, obnoxious old man and a bunch of clueless, attention-seeking girls. After that, I rarely watched TV.

The day I finished watching the South Park movie, I was recalling the scene where Arnie experiments on whether farts can burn, while I took off my clothes to shower. Before entering the bathroom, I made sure there was no gas smell, because the scene of Arnie being burned to third-degree burns by his own fart and ultimately dying was too shocking, although it was also very funny. And the cause of his death was that the doctor mixed up a potato and his heart during surgery, microwaved Arnie's heart instead.

From then on, I stopped watching TV.

As I was being carried out of the bathroom on a stretcher, I asked the paramedics, still confused, "Where are Dad and Mom?" Although I wasn't very close to my sister, I still wanted to ask her where she was. But after asking about my parents' whereabouts, I lost consciousness. When I woke up and learned that my whole family had died, I stopped watching TV. Since the happy scene of my family watching TV together could not be repeated, I would keep that most beautiful memory deep in my heart and not let third-rate programs tarnish the most beautiful image in my heart.

Why did my family die from gas poisoning even though there was no gas leak? I didn't know until I learned about organic compounds in my second year of junior high school that my family didn't die from gas poisoning, but from carbon monoxide poisoning. Gas burns incompletely in an oxygen-deficient environment, producing carbon monoxide. The hemoglobin in red blood cells stops carrying oxygen and starts carrying carbon monoxide, leading to death from oxygen deprivation. This is the principle behind suicide by carbon monoxide burning.

I hate reporters! Why do they have time to report on food and luxury goods endorsements, but not spend more time promoting proper safety concepts?

That day, I thought about ending my short life in the same way. Maybe leaving this world in the same way as my father, mother, and sister would make it easier to reunite in heaven.

However, not even having money to buy a charcoal stove and charcoal, I decided to keep struggling. Later, I aimlessly got into a private vocational high school, a third-rate university, found a mediocre job, and entered the workforce. Before

I knew it, I was almost thirty, having accomplished nothing. Next door to my rented apartment was a slightly older woman, everyone called her Ms. Lin; but I knew very well that she was a television reporter.

When I was little, I admired those who could appear on television. I always thought they must have extraordinary talents to be seen by all of Taiwan. As I grew up, especially after my whole family passed away, I realized that anyone can appear on television if they're shameless enough. Like those transgender people who act like gossipy women, whose past as men is immediately obvious, or those who can't sing but still cause trouble and drive their mothers to suicide; and then there's Ms. Lin, who knows nothing but claims to be conveying the truth to the public.

Ms. Lin is alright-looking; after all, she's going to be on TV reporting the news, so she can't be ugly. But her arrogant attitude and cold-hearted haughtiness made me dislike her, yet I still couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, especially after seeing her hanging clothes in her pajamas late at night in the next building. The obvious curves under those silk pajamas made my lower abdomen throb with desire.

Miss Lin has a boyfriend. I know that at their age, they must have progressed to a marital relationship. I've seen their intertwined figures reflected in the curtains across the street several times, but the lights would be turned off soon after. I could only turn on my computer and look at the D drive, fantasizing about how Miss Lin, usually so arrogant and domineering, was now like a bitch in bed, begging to be fucked.

Although I don't have much money, my community has a manager, and I can freely move between different buildings. That's how I met Miss Lin a few times and exchanged a few meaningless words.

Today, I walked into the community, took the elevator, and walked to my apartment door. I saw a noticeable note on the door that read, "I am Miss Lin. I need to interview you about your work. Would it be convenient for you to come to my place at 10 pm?" I quickly tore the note down. Although the other apartment on my floor was temporarily unoccupied, I was still instinctively afraid that people would find out about my invitation to Miss Lin, and that someone would see through my many unrealistic fantasies.

Even knowing she had a boyfriend, I still dressed in my most presentable clothes, combed my hair neatly, and arrived at her building at 9:50 to ring the doorbell.

It wasn't Miss Lin who answered, but I wasn't disappointed, because a girl even more beautiful than Miss Lin answered. She was about 170 cm tall, with deep features that gave her a mixed-race look, but her aura was like that of a fairy descended from classical literature—completely not vulgar. I was almost mesmerized.

"You're early," she said with a squinting smile. Her radiant smile made me unable to look her in the eye, so she easily handcuffed my hands. "Walk forward into the room." Then, half-pushing, half-inviting, I led her into Miss Lin's bedroom.

I'm not stupid; even knowing this would be a life-changing experience, I was completely powerless to resist. It was as if I should obey whatever the girl said. With my legs unbound, I obediently followed her orders and entered the room.

I was certain this was Miss Lin's bedroom, because my suite was right across the window. Countless times I'd hidden behind the curtains, turned off the lights, hoping to catch a glimpse of Miss Lin and her boyfriend being intimate. Aside from a few times I'd caught a glimpse of Miss Lin's cleavage, and almost always her pale legs peeking out from under her pajamas, I'd never seen anything more than what's considered "advisory-level" in terms of exposure.

Miss Lin was bound hand and foot to a computer chair, wearing the same pajamas as always, but

this time the hem was only knee-length. Due to her posture and the angle, I could vaguely see the shadows between her pale thighs. Her boyfriend, a reporter colleague from the TV station, was also bound like a mummy, lying face down on the bed, groaning, but no one else besides the four people in the room could hear him.

"Don't do anything stupid. Once the airtight window in your room is closed, even if I tear off the tape from your mouth, no one will hear you," the girl said with an angelic smile, coldly patting Miss Lin's boyfriend's cheek before actually tearing off the tape from his mouth. Compared to the terror in others' eyes, the girl's smile was no longer captivating, but suffocating like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

"What exactly do you want?!" Ms. Lin's boyfriend struggled to sit up, his voice hoarse as he roared. I wished he would lower his voice; if he really angered the girl, wouldn't it be incredibly unlucky to be dragged down with her?

Besides, what does this have to do with me anyway?

"Ms. Lin Zhihui, last month, a middle-aged man, unable to bear the pressure of caring for his mentally ill sister for a long time, killed her and beheaded her. When you interviewed the neighbors, you actually said, 'Even strangers are crying.' Is that true?" The girl, wearing a white dress, lay lazily on Ms. Lin's double bed, opened the file on the computer, and repeatedly played Ms. Lin's cold-blooded words: "Even strangers are crying."

I didn't know about this news, but seeing Ms. Lin's cold-blooded attitude and the neighbor's heartbroken cries, at that moment I forgot that I was also one of the lambs to the slaughter, my freedom being controlled by the girl. Instead of thinking about how to escape or resist, I wanted to fly over and punch Ms. Lin!

How could I instantly go from being a victim to supporting the perpetrator? I think it's an innate sense of justice. Ever since my whole family died because of reporters' superficial reporting, which never used the correct terminology to explain the elements of carbon monoxide poisoning and always just said "gas poisoning," causing people to neglect such a deadly crisis, I have looked down on reporters from the bottom of my heart. Now that two couples who are also reporters have been victimized, it's no wonder that I have no sympathy for them at all. However, after careful reflection, I realized that it was probably because the girl was much prettier than Ms. Lin, and having never had a girlfriend, I quickly transferred my fantasies projected on Ms. Lin to the girl.

Although the girl had committed a crime, her demeanor was like that of a fair and impartial judge. She casually leaned back, observing Ms. Lin's reaction and the repeated playback of images on the computer screen, completely at ease as if she were in her own home. Her curves were subtly revealed beneath her white dress.

"I'm sorry, I'll report the news more carefully from now on, I'm sorry..." The tape over Ms. Lin's mouth was ripped off, and the room was filled with her and her boyfriend's pleas for forgiveness. I stood awkwardly to the side, unsure what to do.

"Then look at this image." The girl, who appeared angelic, opened a news feed. It was footage of the devastating floods across Taiwan on June 2nd, with the caption "Strange Phenomenon in the Sky? A Dark Cloud Appears at Noon, Taipei City Government Covers Up the Scheme." Wow, was this script written by an elementary school student?!

"Tell me, how many typos are there?" The girl smiled at Ms. Lin.

"Three! Three!" Although I admired the girl more than Ms. Lin now, hearing that Ms. Lin had answered correctly still reassured me a little.

"Which three typos?" The girl suddenly unbuckled her silver belt, sat up, and her long skirt sank into the middle of her thighs, making her look sexy and alluring. However, thinking about what abilities she had to subdue Miss Lin and her boyfriend, my previously wandering thoughts immediately became disciplined, and I dared not let my eyes wander.

"The 'dark clouds' are made into a 'dark dragon,' the 'cloth' in 'densely covered,' and the dot on the 'city' in 'Beijing City Government' shouldn't be connected!" Miss Lin shouted as if she had grabbed a lifeline while drowning, trying to prove her determination to broadcast the news seriously from now on.

The girl tilted her head, gave Miss Lin a disdainful look that said, "You're talking about three little things," and then drew a circle with her right hand holding the belt.

Aside from the image of a bullfrog eating a rat, I had never witnessed a higher mammal die before my eyes. I began to believe that novels, movies, and comics often use slow-motion scenes to depict unbelievable events, because Miss Lin's boyfriend's head really did fall in slow motion. It was less than two meters from the ground, and should have hit the ground in 0.6 seconds, but the image played in my mind for more than a minute.

"You can't cry when a stranger gets beheaded, but you should cry when someone you know gets beheaded." The girl shook the belt in her hand, and I then realized that the belt was actually a sharp long knife, with the belt buckle as the handle!

The girl pointed the long knife at Miss Lin, who screamed hysterically, "Ah~~~~~ Ah~~~~~" I, on the other hand, was still confused about the situation and didn't dare to breathe, let alone make a sound. I could only watch as Miss Lin's boyfriend's body fell limply to the ground.

Blood gushing from Miss Lin's boyfriend's carotid artery, propelled by his blood pressure, sprayed all the way to the ceiling. The girl deftly kicked his body aside, preventing the blood from hitting us, instead splattering it into the corner, dividing Miss Lin's bedroom diagonally into half white and half crimson.

I held my breath, afraid to speak, watching the corpse reflexively twitch, wondering if I would suffer the same fate.

"Cry." The girl's long knife was less than five centimeters from Miss Lin's nose. After screaming herself hoarse, Miss Lin stopped her frantic screaming, but her teeth still chattered, making a "crackling" sound.

Perhaps because she had witnessed too many cruel events, and because she usually worked in a profession that didn't require much conscience, Miss Lin, seeing her husband, with whom she had a marital relationship, die before her eyes, showed little grief beyond fear.

"You said you cried even if you didn't know him, so how can you not cry if you do?" The girl frowned, pushing the long knife forward another two centimeters, leaving it only about one centimeter from Miss Lin's chest. I couldn't help but glance at Miss Lin's chest again.

With a flick of the girl's longsword, Miss Lin's silk nightgown was cleaved in two, the straps severed, and the nightgown slipped down her shoulders, revealing her complete body.

Looking at Miss Lin's completely exposed breasts, my groin, unabashedly, hardened. Perhaps it's a biological instinct; libido is particularly high before death. As a virgin, on this night when my life might very well end, I saw the unreserved nakedness of Miss Lin, the object of my dreams, and of course, I could only repay her with a bulge in my crotch.

"Look how honest Xiaoping is over there. He gets hard when he needs to. People should be more frank," the girl said, suppressing a laugh, pointing at my hard crotch.

Good heavens, she even knows my name! I don't think I can stay out of this today!

"Don't worry, I just want you to highlight the shamelessness of reporters. You're just an ordinary person. When invited by a woman you admire, you obediently come; when you see a naked woman, you obediently get an erection. You never need to be insincere, shamelessly flatter and fawn for survival, or fabricate news." The girl seemed to see through my doubts, looking approvingly at my crotch.

"If you can't cry up there, you can cry down there, right?" The girl walked over, untied Ms. Lin's legs from the computer chair, and smiled, "Have sex with your neighbor, Mr. Xiaoping, until he orgasms, or you and your boyfriend can continue being unscrupulous reporters in hell!"

Only then did I realize I had to slip away. I swallowed hard and moved my feet toward the door.

"Mr. Xiaoping, haven't you always liked Ms. Lin?" Before I could even take a step, the girl's voice had already stunned me. I dared not move another half step. After all, she seemed to have done a detailed investigation into my and Ms. Lin's schedules, knowing what time was suitable for me to meet, and also knowing my way of addressing her and that I liked Ms. Lin.

"I..." I wanted to protest. Miss Lin was indeed my sexual fantasy, but whether I should engage in such a shameful act in this environment was obvious.

"You're not being honest. Do you want to be a reporter too?!" The girl suddenly widened her almond-shaped eyes, pounced on me a few steps onto the bed, her lips almost touching mine. I smelled a faint, elegant fragrance, completely different from the cheap perfume on Miss Lin.

"Okay, okay." Actually, I was only doing it because the girl wanted me to, not because I had been fantasizing about having sex with Miss Lin for a long time.

I awkwardly took off my pants in front of Miss Lin, exposing my penis. Although I had fantasized about having a romantic encounter several times before the date, this development was too surprising.

"Spread your legs!" The girl walked over and ripped off the last piece of clothing still clinging to Miss Lin's body—her pajamas, or rather, tattered cloth—directing Miss Lin to assume the most suitable position for intercourse.

Miss Lin, who always appeared glamorous on television news, was now sitting naked in her computer chair, legs spread wide and straddling the armrests, shamelessly exposing her genitals. The contrast between this lewd scene and her usual demeanor was so stark that even without her orders, I couldn't resist the urge to pounce on her and fuck her hard. Moreover, the brown nipples on Miss Lin's fair breasts were slightly upturned in a sexy way. Was she also experiencing heightened libido due to facing a life-or-death decision?

Seeing Miss Lin's legs spread wide, revealing the indentation in the center of her genitals, my penis involuntarily twitched upwards. I then realized I hadn't been breathing for several seconds and quickly gasped for air.

Miss Lin's vulva wasn't as fair as her thighs; the center was a dark brown. Between the two thick labia majora connecting to her thighs were two petals hidden among the pubic hair. Although I had no experience with men and women, porn told me that the vaginal opening was between these petals. However, after careful examination, I still couldn't see the so-called vaginal opening at all.

I gripped my penis and tried to poke it into the center of the labia, but found it impossible to enter. Instead, I discovered a small hole higher up, the surrounding tissue much lighter in color than the labia. So I pressed the head of my penis against that hole again. Miss Lin immediately frowned and turned her head away, no longer wanting to watch my embarrassment.

"Look at Xiaoping, look at how a person expresses their most honest feelings!" The girl suddenly walked over and ordered Miss Lin to turn her head.

"I...I don't know how," I awkwardly admitted to the girl that I was a virgin.

The girl turned her head towards me, and from an angle where Miss Lin couldn't see, mouthed, "Uh...I don't know how either."

"Damn, so you're messing with me? Watch how powerful my stick is!" I really wanted to push the girl down and fuck her until she cried for her parents, but remembering her terrifyingly ruthless way of killing just now, I only dared to stare at Miss Lin's genitals, not daring to have any impure thoughts about the girl's beautiful figure under her thin long dress.

"Lin Zhihui, help Xiaoping!" The girl stood up, her cheeks flushed, pointing her index finger at Miss Lin and untying one of her hands.

Miss Lin gestured for me to come closer with her eyes. I brought my penis closer, and Miss Lin first grasped it and stroked it back and forth a few times to make sure it was hard enough. Then, she reluctantly held my penis with her right hand. "Come in..." Following Miss Lin's guidance, I brought the head of my penis closer and closer to Miss Lin's vulva. Then, Miss Lin slowly inserted the head of my penis into her warm little hole. I then realized that the entrance was much lower than the small hole I had just seen. It turned out that the small hole above was the urethra, and the vaginal opening was located much lower than I had imagined.

"Be gentle." When my penis was fully inserted into Miss Lin's vagina, she frowned. I didn't know if it was from pain or pleasure, but her expression was extremely seductive. I couldn't help but want to lower my hips and let the head of my penis go straight into Miss Lin's deepest part. I

didn't expect that Miss Lin's genitals, which didn't look very appealing, would feel so comfortable to use. They were moist, tight, and warm. Although my penis wasn't very big, I could feel the walls of Miss Lin's vagina gripping me so tightly, as if they were about to break my penis in the blink of an eye.

I reached up and grasped Miss Lin's breasts with both hands. Although they weren't large, their softness exceeded my expectations of breasts. While holding Miss Lin's breasts, I tried to thrust with my lower body, but I found that I could only move slightly with difficulty. My penis was squeezed and unable to move in or out. Even if I could pull out a little, I was reluctant to withdraw because I was greedy for the pleasure inside her vagina.

So I involuntarily moved back and forth a few times, and suddenly I felt a tingling and numb sensation in my penis. I thought I shouldn't ejaculate so soon, but this pleasurable and numb sensation was definitely a sign of impending ejaculation. I didn't believe it and was reluctant to pull out. As a result, my semen gushed out uncontrollably from my urethra. I was desperate and completely went for it, ejaculating inside Miss Lin without any hesitation!

"Mmm~~~!" Miss Lin didn't dare to speak, but she let out a high-frequency muffled groan with her mouth closed, probably protesting my inappropriate behavior. I think she probably knew that I had ejaculated inside her, right next to her boyfriend's headless corpse.

By the time I realized my lapse in composure, my penis had already softened considerably, sliding out of Ms. Lin's tight vagina on its own, a gush of thick semen oozing out and bubbling as it escaped from her vagina. Ms. Lin looked at my lower body with disgust, while the girl blushed, her chest heaving violently. She even kicked Ms. Lin's boyfriend's corpse a few times to relieve her tension. Ms. Lin

slowly closed her legs, which had been bent and spread apart, returning to a sitting position, instead of the lewd position she had just been in during intercourse.

"Keep going," the girl said breathlessly, glancing at me. She probably didn't know I had ejaculated, and judging from her actions, she probably didn't know anything about sex, which was why she wanted me to continue even after I had clearly ejaculated.

Hearing the girl's request, Miss Lin dared not disobey. She bent her legs again, revealing her sexy, moist vulva. This time, her vaginal opening was clearly visible; between her slightly parted labia minora, a distinct cavity was revealed—the mark left by my recent loss of virginity, with a little semen still remaining at the entrance.

"I ejaculated," I stammered, not daring to hide it, admitting that I was unable to continue for a while.

"Well, then I'll be going." The girl used Miss Lin's sheet to wipe the blood from the long knife, then wrapped it around her waist, adjusted her long skirt, removed my handcuffs, and left the scene with her head down as if nothing had happened.

"Wait a minute, the words I misread earlier were '象' (xiàng), '云' (yún), and '笼' (lóng), right?" I don't know what got into me, but I was surprisingly interested in this question.

The girl didn't speak, only staring at me with an incredulous expression. She probably couldn't understand how someone who had just escaped death could still try to provoke a tiger. A normal person would just want her to leave the scene quickly and not cause themselves any more trouble, yet I actually wanted to talk to her.

Every smile and gesture of the girl was incredibly captivating. Even this expression, which seemed to look at someone with a mental disability, was beautiful to me. I completely forgot the wonderful experience of losing my virginity, only remembering the girl's pretty and sincere face, and no longer longing for Miss Lin's warm, moist vulva, which I had just penetrated.

"I'm going to call the police." I looked at Miss Lin, whose genitals were still covered in semen. Only then did she realize the girl was in a hurry to leave, and she quickly put her legs down, no longer letting me take advantage of her with my eyes.

"No, let me go first." Ms. Lin calmly explained to me that in the past few days, some of her colleagues had encountered similar cases of torture and murder. One male reporter went home and pressed the button on the water dispenser, only to be pierced by shards of exploding glass from his upper body and bleed to death, simply because he had mentioned in his report that water evaporates into hydrogen and oxygen.

One day, after reporting that heated water turned into hydrogen and oxygen, the reporter's home was broken into. The water dispenser's inner tank was replaced with cesium, an element belonging to the alkali group on the periodic table. Because it was also silvery-white, it looked normal. The cesium in the inner tank was separated from the water by a gel that was very sensitive to temperature changes. The moment the male reporter pressed the heat button to boil the water, the gel dissolved in the water. The cesium came into contact with the water and instantly produced a large amount of hydrogen gas, which mixed with the surrounding oxygen and exploded, just as he had previously reported incorrectly. The heated water did indeed turn into hydrogen and oxygen. The splattered glass pierced the reporter's body, leaving him covered in wounds. The strong alkali produced by the reaction of cesium and water seeped into the reporter's wounds and corroded the tissue. By the time the body was discovered, the upper body had almost completely dissolved, even more effectively than aqua regia, which would make even Hong Xiaohui admit defeat.

Ms. Lin wiped the semen from her genitals, then put on a bathrobe and asked me to leave the scene first and not to reveal any related information. She would report everything to the police honestly, except for the part about being forced to have sex with me. I didn't know her intentions, but seeing the light in her eyes when she discussed other cases involving her colleagues, I felt no remorse for what I had just done. I just hoped that my semen could stay deep inside her vagina for as long as possible.

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