Crossing the Soul (4): Clouds and Seas Conceal Flow, Snow and Frost Fly (Day 2)

Act III: The Rivals of West Street

At dawn, on West Street, at the scene of the murder.
In the dead of February, the wind howled like scissors. West Street was usually sparsely populated, but after the murder case was sealed off, there wasn't a soul in sight within a hundred paces.
"Commander Ye? What a rare guest! He hasn't even shown his face yet, and you're already here inspecting the site so early?"
Looking at the tall, thin Commander Xiao Jin, with his embroidered spring knife at his waist, I felt a chill run down my spine. From the moment we met until now, this commander's eyes hadn't left my chest and buttocks. Inspecting the scene while enduring this voyeuristic gaze was naturally very uncomfortable.
"Do you have any clues?" I looked around but didn't find anything unusual.
“This is not a murder scene. There are no signs of fighting or struggle on the street or inside and outside the houses. It must be that the murderer raped and killed me and then dumped the body here.” Xiao Jin pointed to the objects by the wall and casually walked over to me. Suddenly, without anyone noticing, he pinched my buttocks with his hand and then quickly moved aside.
"You lecherous scoundrel." My face flushed red. I drew my sword, a flash of white light, and turned to stab Xiao Jin. He dodged to the side, jumped to my side, and slapped my buttocks.
“Very elastic, easy to raise, ha.” Xiao Jin leered and jumped away, three feet away from me.
I calmed myself down, channeled my inner energy into my right hand, and, wielding my sword, unleashed three more sword flourishes towards Xiao Jin. At that moment, his smile froze; he paused, then rolled twice on the ground in a disheveled state, escaping my sword strike.
"Alright, I was wrong, Little Fish. What a powerful sword. I've found a clue; killing me will prevent us from solving the case." Xiao Jin got up from the ground and surrendered. My sword was just a hair's breadth away from his throat.
I looked at him, my eyes still filled with murderous intent, but with the murder case before me, I couldn't afford to cause any further trouble. "If you lay a hand on me again, I'll cut off your penis, you hear me?" I said fiercely, pointing my sword at his penis. His penis, whether from tension or excitement, actually trembled slightly, which was quite amusing.
“I examined the wounds. There were thirty-six stab wounds, all smooth and neat, without any messy cuts. It’s certain that they were all inflicted after death. Moreover, the victim’s wounds were wide and the flesh was turned outwards, indicating they were caused by a blunt instrument, especially the stab wound on the chest, which was extremely wide and definitely not caused by an ordinary sword. Therefore, the stab wounds are a cover-up, not the real cause of death.” Xiao Jin pressed my sword down with his hand and carefully described the case analysis: “There was no struggle or fighting here; this is not a murder scene.”
Wide wounds, fractures, nudity, redness and swelling, disfigurement, oil stains. Although the case has made progress, the clues are not connected at all.
"Commander Xiao, do you know what Rong did after leaving the palace?" I pondered for a long time. If there was no progress on the ground, I could only start investigating from her motives and background.
"Empress Zhang is six months pregnant, and His Majesty has been childless, so the entire palace is taking this very seriously. Rong's departure from the palace was for two reasons: first, to pray at a temple for the Empress, and second, to return to her family home on business. The temple and the home have been investigated, and nothing unusual was found. Rong left her family home yesterday at 1:00 PM, and her body was discovered at midnight. Where she was for the four hours in between is unknown." Xiao Jin informed him of his investigation yesterday, but this did not contribute to the case's progress.
“Let’s split up and investigate. The knife wound is currently our only lead. You’re a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, so you have a deep understanding of weapons. Why don’t you investigate the knife wound?” Looking at this lecherous man makes me lose my appetite. If I investigate with him, I don’t know how much he’ll take advantage of me. Besides, besides the knife wound, I’m more interested in the oil stains and the disfigurement. “Regardless of the progress, we’ll gather clues at the Six Doors Council Hall tomorrow at noon and then discuss it further.”
I wandered aimlessly through the city from the east market to the west market for a whole day, but found no clues whatsoever. Before I knew it, it was getting dark, and in my frustration, I quietly slipped out of the city.

Act Four: Witnessing the Murder on the Hillside

It was 3:45 PM, early spring, in the suburbs of the capital.

"Where should I even begin?" I sat on a hill outside the city, feeling the chill of the wind, stroking the golden jade in my hand, lost in thought. I sighed and muttered to myself.
As I pondered this, the surroundings gradually darkened, and my vision blurred as I could no longer make out the distance. Suddenly, a rustling sound reached my ears in the distance. Looking up, I saw several figures darting about on the other side of the hillside, which seemed quite suspicious. I used my lightness skill to hide, keeping an arrow's distance from the hillside. I saw four or five figures lying prone in the grass, intently watching the official road below.
After an incense stick had burned for a while, a carriage sped along the official road. At that moment, the villains hiding in the bushes quickly jumped out and rushed towards the road. The burly bearded leader leaped to the carriage in a few swift movements, killed the driver with a single stroke, and pulled the carriage back.
Looking again , three thugs stepped forward from behind the burly man. One pulled open the carriage curtain, two rushed in, dragged out two women, and pulled them up the hillside. The burly man quickly untied the reins, jumped onto two white horses, and rode away. The last man quickly cleared the valuables from the carriage and ran off to the other end of the main road.
"Saving lives is the priority." In a flash, the four thugs committed murder and robbery, then scattered in three directions, catching me completely off guard. When I reached the carriage, the driver was already dead, and inside lay a male corpse. Judging from their clothing, they were likely ordinary merchants and their families. It's lamentable how chaotic and war-torn the land was, with constant fighting in Liaodong and uprisings breaking out in Shaanxi. On official roads, murder and robbery were rampant; no road was safe to travel on anymore.
There were no survivors; I had to save them. I used my light-footed skill to leap up the hill and search for the two women who had been abducted. By then, it was completely dark, and as far as the eye could see, there was only darkness, making it impossible to find them. Just then, I faintly heard some shouts. I closed my eyes, listened to the wind, and followed the sound. Although I circled around a few times, I finally found them near a poplar grove.
From a distance, the scene was utterly lewd. Two thugs, one on each side, had two girls pinned down. All four were naked, their clothes scattered around. The girls were disheveled, tears streaming down their faces, while the men's penises continued to thrust in and out of their bodies. This was the first time in my life I had witnessed a rape up close. My heart suddenly raced, my legs went numb, and I stared blankly as the two men manipulated the girls in various positions. I felt a surge of heat in my lower abdomen, as if my inner strength was dissipating.
"Rape? Murder? Cause of death?" My mind suddenly jolted as if struck by lightning, a multitude of clues converging, seemingly trying to tell me the answer. Hesitating, I didn't intervene, silently watching the two thugs rape the girl. Under their overwhelming force, the two girls could only groan in submission, utterly powerless to resist.
"Where did the palace maid's bruises and fractures come from?" I pondered, watching as the two men exerted force and ejaculated, then switched targets, preparing for another round. In a moment of shock, a girl suddenly kicked one of the villains, scrambled to her feet, and ran down the mountain screaming for help. The villain, filled with shame, rose again, drew his knife, and hurled it. The knife pierced the girl's chest; she didn't even utter a sound before collapsing dead.
"You bastards! I'll take your lives!" My mind was pounding with rage, and in the blink of an eye, a girl had already met her end. I drew my sword and leaped in front of them. A flash of white light, and the two villains were gone forever. Before I could even utter a cry, another flash of white light, and the two villains bid a hasty farewell to countless beautiful girls in the world.
"Miss, Miss, you can't die!" The surviving girl clung to her deceased mistress, weeping bitterly, a heartbreaking sight. I examined the villains' clothes but found nothing amiss. After a moment, I dressed the girl in the clothes, handed her the Six Doors' token, and told her to return to the city and report to the authorities. As for me, I would stay here to wait for the other two villains and seek justice for my deceased mistress and her family.
A night breeze gently caressed the grass, covering the three corpses, only to reveal them again with each gust of wind—a scene of profound and unsettling gloom. While waiting, I carefully examined the young lady's body. She too had been stabbed through the chest, but the wound was narrow and clean, quite different from the palace maid's. Despite being raped, this noblewoman had no bruises. And her labia, though penetrated by two men, showed no signs of swelling or inflaming.
The dead are gone, and in this chaotic world, how much injustice and unfairness remains to be lamented. I found the young lady's clothes under the tree, fetched clean water, washed her body, changed her clothes, and made her clean and refreshed. At this moment, the moonlight shone on the girl's face, and her delicate features were revealed. The moonlight shone on her ...
Looking at the girl's clothes in my hand, I organized a logic in my mind. In order to verify whether this reasoning could be true, a bold idea emerged in my mind, and my heart began to race.

Act Five: The Woods – A Personal Investigation

The woman by the wine shop is like the moon, her fair wrists like frost and snow. Though the moon is white, her skin is even whiter.
I removed my official robes, revealing my slender body to the moon. As moonlight shone on my fair skin, the dark clouds hurriedly fled, obscuring the moon, as if the sky had shyly closed its eyes. Stealthily, a sliver of moonlight peeked through the gap, like a shy guest peeking through their fingers. My body, naturally, was exceptionally fine; both my martial arts skills and physique were flawless, with no imperfections in any of its curves.
Hiding my official robes, I donned the silk dress of a merchant's daughter and twirled in the moonlight, feeling the wind dance around me. From afar, my form was graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a swimming dragon. I shone like autumn chrysanthemums, flourished like spring pines. I seemed like light clouds veiling the moon, drifting like swirling snow in a flowing wind.

At that moment, when the sky and earth merged into one, a breathtakingly beautiful sight, the sound of horses' hooves approached from the hillside, shattering my reverie of my own body. I took a deep breath and ran desperately towards the main road, exposing my bare shoulders as I ran, mimicking a merchant's daughter crying for help.
Soon, two white horses caught up with me. The leader was a burly man with a thick beard and a strong build. Beside him was the man who had run away with the money; he was short and sleazy, making one frown.
"Little girl, where are our two brothers?" The lewd man jumped off his horse, walked up to me, and pinched my chin with his right hand, gently stroking my face. Looking at his pockmarked face, my hair stood on end, and my stomach churned. Ugly was one thing, but to be this ugly?
"They tried to gang rape us, but the maid helped me escape. I don't know where they are now. Please, let me go." I looked pitiful, my body convulsing, appearing exceptionally endearing. The molester's saliva dripped down his face.
A tear fell to the ground, like a shooting star. "Don't cry, my darling, let your brother cherish you." The molester loosened his belt and ripped my gauze skirt, revealing half of my body. I struggled desperately, trying to push away his approaching hands and kick him hard with my foot.
"You filthy bitch, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" The lewd man slapped me across the face, the pain burning. Then, a jolt hit my stomach, and I vomited. For some reason, my mind went blank. The thug's mouth and tongue began to gnaw at my breasts and neck; the sensation was both painful and numb. Then, I felt something warm searching for my genitals in my lower abdomen, and two hands reached down to my buttocks, one in each hand, kneading them frantically. In moments, I was completely soaked.

"Yes, move yourself," he said, eyes closed. Sitting on the molester's stomach, I followed his instructions, swaying my hips and feeling the thrusts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Soon, a warm stream shot into my lower abdomen again. I rested on him, my breasts changing shape in his hands. Inside my vagina, his penis went from hard to soft, then back to hard. The molester flipped me over, making me kneel, and thrust into me from behind again.
At this moment, the burly man who had been watching us make love seemed to take pity on us. He walked over, pulled down his pants in front of me, and a large, curved penis sprang out. His two rough hands grabbed my head and forced the penis into my mouth. In an instant, the penis in my mouth grew even larger and harder. The glans slid directly into my throat. I felt suffocated and tears streamed down my face. In my hazy breathing, both penises ejaculated simultaneously. My stomach and uterus felt a surge of heat, a rush of pleasure that then slowly subsided.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed along the official road, disappearing from the capital. I leaned naked against the leader of the pack. Though the air reeked of fish, the fragrance of gold and jade wafted faintly. I shifted, feeling weak and limp.
Around midnight, the two white horses arrived at the outskirts of the capital. To the astonishment of the on-duty guards, the lewd man rushed to carry me into a guest room, placed me on the bed, and then pounced on me again, undressing me. I felt the impact once more. This man was short and muscular; he had probably ejaculated at least five times in the past hour or two.
Too many orgasms aren't a good thing either; my body couldn't muster any strength on the way to the climax, for some reason. But this time, there was heat. I slowly channeled my energy, and the heat circulated throughout my body, feeling incredibly comfortable, and the fatigue gradually disappeared. The lewd man ejaculated into my body again, but I no longer felt any excitement.

"Little brother, you're pretty good, but I'm already tired of it." I got off the bed and stood in front of the bronze mirror. My body was a mix of red and white, dotted with semen, but I didn't notice any swelling. I carefully examined my labia, but there was no redness or swelling. The lewd man finished his bowl of water in large gulps, rested for a moment, and then ran over. He looked unusually thin now, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I slammed my right hand on the table, the teacup bounced up, and with two fingers, I flicked it in two. One piece flew off, slicing off the man's penis. Before he could even scream, the other piece pierced his throat.
"Personal experience confirms that rape leaves traces of saliva and semen on the breasts, neck, and body. The body and cheeks become red and swollen from resistance and struggle. It's certain the palace maid was raped first, then killed, and then stabbed. But why are the saliva stains on the palace maid's body yellowish? Why are her labia turned inside out? Why is her mouth broken?" After drinking water, clues began to emerge, and some answers appeared: "Tomorrow I must continue examining the palace maid's body; there must be some information I've overlooked."
The door swung open with a bang, and the burly man walked in carrying hot water. He froze when he saw his companion's corpse at his feet. I pried open another bowl of water and held it against the man's neck, about to strike, when I saw him swallow hard. Following his gaze, I saw semen slowly trickle down his thighs, a single drop landing on the floor near his ankle. Under the basin, his underwear was bulging. Hesitating, I threw the broken bowl on the ground, took the basin of hot water, picked up a towel and handed it to him, then turned and sat down on the stool, letting him wash me.

Two bright moons pressed against her chest, purple grapes and jade round;
My husband is preparing sesame paste by the window, where a few dewdrops hang from the golden stem.

A warm towel was wiping my back, and his burning hands cupped my breasts. I closed my eyes, feeling his heartbeat. A cup of tea passed, and my white jade was clean again. The big man patted my buttocks, and I opened my eyes, watching him change the basin of hot water, looking at my thighs, at a loss. I understood, smiled sweetly, and stood up. He took the towel and began to wipe my genitals. After washing, he lifted me to sit on the bed, kneeling on the floor to wipe my thighs and calves. The heat spread from my calves to my thighs, a warm sensation mixed with a tingling numbness. Suddenly, I felt something soft and wet wriggling on my toes—he was licking my toes! A surge of heat rose instantly in my lower abdomen, and a drop of moisture flowed from my genitals.
"No, I have to go." I lay on the bed, feeling the stubble and the tip of my tongue roaming over the back of my head, a tingling sensation, without getting up.
“One last time.” He sat on my lap, slapping my buttocks hard. His erection penetrated between my buttocks, plunging deep into my womb. In the dead of night at the inn, only the creaking of the wooden bed and the low moans of the two men could be heard. A naked male corpse lay on the floor; tonight, this scene was so perverse.

"What's your name?" I lay on my side in his arms, gently tugging at the hair on his chest, and asked softly.
“Gao Yingxiang of Yanqing Prefecture, originally made a living by trading horses, but the world is hard, and corrupt officials are in power, making it impossible to survive. So I resort to robbery to make a living, and I apologize for making you laugh, Miss.” He held me, raised my right leg, and revealed my rosy vulva: “Your vulva is so beautiful. Gao Yingxiang swears to heaven that when I rise to prominence, it will be the day I marry you, Miss.” After saying this, he thrust his penis in again, and with each contraction, my vulva swelled and swelled as it went in and out. Each time the glans withdrew, my labia would turn slightly outward, like rolling waves.
"So that's how it is!" Pleasure came from my lower body, the logic of solving the case slowly became clear, and wave after wave of heat flowed repeatedly in my uterus, and the climax spread again.

This day was unpredictable, like dew falling at night, like water droplets turning into mist, like clouds trailing behind eerie fog.
The next day, Ye Xiaoyu, dressed in flowing white robes with a face as white as frost, was about to unravel the mystery of the Empress's palace maid's humiliation and murder!
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