[Urban] Nongyu (Complete) - 3

Chapter Seven: The Perfect Prey.

Xiao Jingwen turned on the showerhead, carefully washing her body. The grime could be washed away, and the physical wounds could heal, but the trauma in her heart would likely take a long time to heal. Thinking of everything she had endured in the past ten hours, she slumped into the bathtub and sobbed.

I went over to comfort her, saying, "Okay, it's over. I won't tell anyone!"

Clearly, Jingwen wasn't appreciative, and said angrily, "Get away from me, you scoundrel!"

From 'rogue, beast' to 'scoundrel,' this final 'blow' had actually 'leveled me up.'

I chuckled inwardly; a girl's heart is truly unpredictable. But I also cautiously reminded her, "You need to wash your private parts quickly, or you might get pregnant!"

Jingwen was startled, immediately snapping out of her gloom, but still said irritably, "I told you to get away! It's none of your business!"

But her hands followed my instructions and began washing her genitals.

I sat smugly in the wicker chair by the window, lit a cigarette, and reminisced about this strange encounter. Watching the wisps of smoke rise, I felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

After a long while, Xiao Jingwen, wrapped in a bath towel, slowly emerged from the bathroom. Seeing me sitting there naked and smugly, she seemed annoyed and said, "You've gotten what you wanted, why aren't you leaving?"

I didn't argue with her, but instead kindly reminded her, "Little sister, I suggest you go to the pharmacy and buy some emergency contraception. After all, you just ejaculated, and I ejaculated so much and so deeply; there's a good chance you'll get pregnant!"

As I said this, I couldn't help but recall her lewd behavior on the bed earlier, and a smile crept onto my face.

Hearing this, Jingwen looked at my expression and seemed to understand my thoughts. Her pretty face flushed red, then turned pale. After a two-second silence, she finally snapped, "I don't care about you! Please leave! I... I've had enough! Please let me go!"

I had said what I needed to say, and done what I needed to do; it was time to leave. I gathered my clothes and began to put them on, one by one, methodically. Xiao Jingwen, clutching her chest, stood there silently watching me get dressed. Just as I zipped up my pants, she seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Where are my underwear? Give them back! And my ID!"

I placed the documents on the table, then reached into my pocket and pulled something out—not her underwear, but my wallet. "You were on drugs yesterday, messing around on me like that, you didn't even take your underwear off, it's covered in blood from your virginity, you can't wear it..."

Twisting the truth and weaving a lie is my forte. Actually, I wanted to keep the underwear as a permanent memento, after all, it symbolized that Du Jingwen's virginity had been given to me.

Hearing this, Jingwen's face flushed red and then paled, I couldn't tell if it was shame, regret, or something else. Ignoring her thoughts, I continued, "I'm serious. Last night, you practically dragged me into this. I didn't take any initiative until you forced my thing inside you."

Xiao Jingwen remained silent, her face expressionless, as if saying, "That doesn't matter anymore. Now I want you gone forever, gone from my life." I took out about two thousand yuan from my thick wallet and placed it by the bedside, saying, "Whether you're a prostitute or not, your family is struggling financially. Take this money; it's a small token of my appreciation!" With

that, I turned and left.

Only after I left did Du Jingwen pick up her clothes and slowly begin to dress. She smoothed her hair in front of the mirror by the bed, looking at herself from all sides, seemingly returning to her former self. She let out a long sigh, then slowly walked to my large wad of RMB, staring at it blankly. After a long while, she suddenly bent down, grabbed the money, stuffed it into her pocket, and then limped towards the door.

I, still harboring suspicions, had been hiding outside the door, peeking through the crack. I observed her every move until she grabbed the money, at which point I was certain the matter was over.

Jingwen, after being tossed and turned twice, was still in pain and couldn't walk fast. I used this time difference to leave the hotel before her.

Seven or eight minutes later, she endured the tearing pain and slowly made her way to the lobby to check out, of course pocketing the extra deposit without hesitation. By then, it was already bright daylight, and the streets were bustling with early risers. Jingwen hailed a taxi at the street corner and drove off. Unbeknownst to her, less than fifty meters behind, another taxi was tailing her. Ultimately, I wasn't entirely at ease; I couldn't guarantee she would back down, so I decided to follow and monitor her.

As a lecherous predator, one must possess boldness, meticulousness, caution, sharp thinking, exceptional intelligence, and lightning-fast reflexes—qualities I seem to have. But caution is paramount; a moment's oversight can lead to catastrophic consequences.

Jingwen's car zigzagged onto a wide avenue. I knew it was Linjiang Road, and being unfamiliar with the area, I felt a little relieved. She was going home; once she was home, everything would be fine. But then Jingwen

got out of the car. Strange, that place seemed several hundred meters from her home at No. 48 Linjiang Road, Huayuan Residential Complex. What was she up to? I peered out the window, watching Jingwen's every move, when suddenly I saw a conspicuous courtyard ahead of her.

Oh no! That's the local police station! Damn it, that little bitch is really despicable; she took money and then reported me. My heart was pounding in my chest, my forehead and palms were covered in cold sweat, my throat was parched, and I just wanted to tell the driver to turn around and run.

Just as I was filled with fear and panic, Jingwen suddenly turned and walked into a shop. I looked down and breathed a sigh of relief; it was a pharmacy. So she had finally listened to my advice and bought birth control pills.

Damn it, a pharmacy right next to a police station! I cursed under my breath, but the huge weight on my shoulders finally lifted.

After Jingwen came out of the pharmacy and walked towards her house, I got out of the car and followed her for a few hundred meters to make sure she entered the residential area before finally leaving with a sigh of relief to go to my internship location to sign in.

The thrilling and exciting experience of the whole night had finally come to a perfect end. Thinking of Du Jingwen's perfect body, her ecstatic moans, her pained expression, and her beautiful, ravaged vagina, I felt my heart pounding. This kind of play was just too exciting! I wanted more of this kind of experience and this kind of girl! I made up my mind to continue searching for similar experiences.

For the next ten days, I tried my best to find an opportunity to experience the ultimate pleasure of peak ecstasy again.

But finding a girl who stirred my heart in the vast sea of people was already difficult enough, let alone having a chance encounter.

Time passed day by day, and there was not much time left before the end of my internship. I felt a little anxious, but the lack of success every night left me helpless.

Persistence pays off. On the ninth day before I was to leave Dalian, a near-perfect figure quietly appeared in front of me.

Why do I say 'quietly'? Because I met her in the library. Some people might ask, what was a lecherous thief doing in the library? Looking for information on 'how to be a good pervert'? Of course not, I just happened to be passing by.

That day was my twenty-first day in Dalian, with nine days left before the end of my month-long internship. Early in the morning, I had nothing to do and was strolling around the streets when I suddenly noticed a beautiful figure from behind, a girl who looked to be about twenty years old. I walked slowly and unsuccessfully for quite a while, but then, by chance, I saw her face. My lust vanished instantly, and I left feeling utterly disappointed. On my way back, I took a shortcut through a shady meadow, and just then, I looked up and saw her sitting by the window—such a beautiful figure.

She was in her early twenties, with long, flowing black hair cascading over her shoulders and chest. She wore a light pink sheer tank top, revealing her fair shoulders and neck; the revealing fabric, however, didn't appear overtly provocative on her, but rather gave her an air of elegance. She wore blue denim capri pants that hugged her long, slender legs and full hips. Her face was a beautiful oval, with delicately shaped eyebrows, bright eyes, and long eyelashes, and she wore glasses. Beneath her high, straight nose was a small, slightly full mouth, which added to her charm.

She sat quietly, holding a book, reading with serene elegance. So still! As still as a still pond, as still as a wisp of cloud, as still as a clear spring—truly a rare beauty with a rare expression.

I've always believed that the mystery of women is like the vastness of heaven and earth, the boundless universe; its profound depth is beyond the power of any written language to capture even a fraction of its essence.

For a woman to attract the attention of the opposite sex, simply being young, beautiful, and having a striking figure and face is far from enough; she must highlight her individuality. Whether virtuous and elegant, dynamic and lively, alluring and seductive, or shy and demure,

purity, quietness, virtue, aloofness, nobility, simplicity, or even wantonness are all characteristics. From birth, every girl, through her living environment, education, and life experiences, consciously or naturally develops a personality, which is then vividly expressed through her expressions, accessories, makeup, clothing, speech, actions, and even scent. Only in this way can she become the epitome of beauty in a man's eyes.

For example, what is a quiet girl like? First, her skin had to be fair, because years of studying meant little sunlight, so fair skin was paramount. Second, her hair dye and makeup couldn't be overdone; her perfume should be light and elegant, her jewelry simple and bright, and her facial expressions should avoid loud crying or laughing, ideally conveying a sense of languidness. Third, her clothing should be primarily monochromatic, not too revealing, sheer, or tight. Finally, every movement, whether sitting or lying down, had to be composed and dignified; her speech should be moderate, neither too loud nor too soft. Only in this way could she initially present the standard impression of a quiet and refined girl.

The girl before me was a perfect example; upon first meeting her, I clearly sensed the elegant and serene temperament emanating from her. I immediately decided that, in the less than ten days I had left, I would make this beauty stir up ripples, ruffle the surface of this pond.

I searched along the wall, looking for a way to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face without being separated by the wall, absentmindedly entering a door and continuing towards that direction.

A voice stopped me: "Sir, please show your identification."

"Huh?"

My reverie was abruptly interrupted, and I couldn't help but gasp.

"Shh, sir, loud noises are prohibited here!"

The person who had stopped me was a female attendant in uniform. She was standing at a gated entrance, gesturing to stop me from entering and pointing to a warning sign on the wall behind me, reminding me to be quiet. Only

then did I regain my composure and look around. It was a spacious hall with a high ceiling. Dozens of bookshelves, filled to the brim, lined the area in front of me near the exit. I turned to look at the sign she had pointed to; it read 'Dalian City Library.' Then it dawned on me—oh, so this was the library.

As I processed my library card, I felt ashamed of myself. How could I have been so reckless, so utterly disoriented?

As a 'distinguished young man' who had just embarked on the path of 'lechery,' this was truly inexcusable. From now on, I must learn to restrain and control my emotions at all times.

The library wasn't crowded, which is understandable. In this increasingly digital society, how many people are willing to acquire knowledge from paper books in such a lifeless atmosphere?

I moved closer to the figure I'd observed from the window, carefully studying this beautiful woman from various angles.

She sat quietly, her right leg crossed over her left, facing the window, slowly turning the pages of a thick, A4-sized book. On the table were a small, cream-colored leather bag, a pink mug half-filled with tea, an open notebook with a pen between the pages, an eyeglass case, and a simple, elegant smartphone.

I found a seat slightly behind her in an aisle separated by a bookshelf, pretending to absentmindedly look through my book while constantly watching her every move out of the corner of my eye through the gaps between the books and shelves.

Half an hour passed, and she made no unnecessary movements, just glancing at the books, taking notes, and then continuing to read.

An hour passed, and she remained the same, only taking a few sips of water in between.

Another hour passed, and she was still reading the same book. The only changes were the way she held the book and the position of her crossed legs.

Damn it, I was about to lose it; my butt was pacing back and forth like I had hemorrhoids. I never expected someone to be so fond of quiet; the silence was driving me crazy.

I glanced at my watch; it was almost noon. I thought she should at least move around a bit, or at least eat something. However, her next action nearly drove me to the brink of collapse.

She gently put down the book, picked up her small purse, and took out a sandwich and a carton of milk.

Good heavens! Was she going to stay in this lifeless place until the afternoon? And indeed, she did stay until the afternoon. Several times I wanted to give up, but I couldn't shake her beautiful image from my mind.

As the saying goes, the greater the ambition, the greater the patience—an essential quality for doing anything well. I kept reminding myself that to get close to her, I had to pay the price; free lunches like those with Yu Mengmeng and Du Jingwen wouldn't come around often. The previous two times were already a stroke of luck; one shouldn't be greedy.

Finally, at five o'clock in the afternoon, she put the book back on the shelf, packed her things, and left the library.

I followed her all the way, boarded the same bus, got off at the same stop, and followed her to a school—Dalian University of Foreign Languages.

The university gates are open to the public; anyone can come and go as they please. Relying on my innate talent for tracking, I followed her from a distance, watching her enter a five- or six-story building, and then I wanted to go in too.

But just as I approached the entrance, I noticed a sign that read "Girls' Dormitory, No Boys Allowed," and an old woman's head was still bobbing in the guardhouse.

If I rashly went in, I would definitely be questioned, which might cause irreparable damage to my future actions. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, turning left at the entrance very naturally, and turning in another direction along the side of the building.

A dozen minutes later, the girl came out of the dormitory building with a plastic lunchbox, and then made several turns to reach a cafeteria. After finishing my meal and washing my lunchbox, I went straight to a teaching building for evening self-study, not returning to my dormitory until 10 PM.

Damn it, I wasted a whole day! No food or water, and absolutely nothing!

At 11:30 PM, starving and exhausted, I went to a KFC for a hearty meal. Aside from knowing she was a student at the Foreign Languages Institute, I'd accomplished nothing from the day's busyness. My dejected state made the burger taste like cardboard.

Then, a clear voice rang in my ears, "Welcome!" The voice sounded so familiar. Looking towards the source of the voice, I saw a beautiful, elegant figure standing behind the counter. That voice, that face, that captivating figure… Ah, it was her!

It was Yu Mengmeng, the first woman I'd dared to take my virginity from, a woman I'd lost by chance and trepidation. Her smile was still as charming as ever, her figure still as beautiful as ever, seemingly untouched by the misfortune of two weeks prior.

I looked at her, and she glanced at me a few times. I was certain she didn't remember me and had gone back to living a normal life.

I felt an inexplicable sense of relief. I didn't know if it was because she hadn't made a scene, or because my guilt could finally dissipate, but I felt very comfortable.

Of course, for safety's sake, it wasn't safe to stay there any longer. I quickly ate something and went home in a cheerful mood.

For the next four days, I waited at the dormitory building every morning, following the female student from the foreign language university until she went back to sleep at night. During those four days, the girl's movements were very ordinary, almost a straight line between the library, dormitory, cafeteria, and study room. If I were to live such a life, I probably would have gotten tired of it in two days, but this girl gave me the feeling that she was always like this. I really couldn't imagine that a person's life could be so monotonous and boring.

Of course, there were exceptions. One afternoon, she went to the airport. Gone was her usual stern demeanor; she greeted a man with a beaming smile. This man was probably twenty-four or twenty-five years old, well-dressed, handsome, and radiant. Judging from their expressions and the intimacy between them, it was obvious that this was her boyfriend. I felt a mix of jealousy and dejection, a burning pain like being seared by flames, and my confidence was severely damaged.

They went shopping and watched a movie that afternoon, having a great time until that evening when she took the man to the airport and watched him walk through security. The next day, the girl continued her uneventful, monotonous life as usual.

I had wasted four precious days, gaining absolutely nothing. This despondency almost made me give up. Time passed day by day, and the time for me to leave this city I would never forget was drawing near. What should I do?

Give up? No, how could I easily let go of such an alluring girl? She was so serene and beautiful; I longed to see her heart and soul stirred by me.

Force her? Perhaps. After all, I would be leaving this city in just a few days; I could do it once and run, and no one would find out. But, is being a rapist really that easy? To consider the surrounding circumstances, the target, and the entire process with utmost care, leaving no trace—could I do that? It's too difficult! Moreover, the safety margin is extremely low; exposure would have consequences I couldn't bear.

I tossed and turned, helpless and resentful, my mind churning.

An ancient proverb once said, "Past experience, if not forgotten, is a guide for the future!" Thinking of this, I began to recall my past experiences in Dalian, trying to find a safe and effective way to hunt for women.

My first prey was Yu Mengmeng, which happened under extremely coincidental circumstances. Besides the mental and physical pleasure, what I gained was the importance of decisiveness, making the most of the surroundings to conceal my actions. My

second prey was Du Jingwen, also due to multiple coincidences. But beyond coincidence, my experience taught me the importance of understanding the prey's psychology and exploiting their weaknesses. Once I knew her weaknesses, I could use them to achieve my goal.

However, this girl is different. Her life and behavior are extremely regular and monotonous, with no possibility of coincidences or weaknesses. Moreover, she's over twenty, almost my age, and her mental fortitude is far more mature than the naive Jingwen. Her regular lifestyle indicates she lacks nothing materially, and her handsome and charming boyfriend suggests a fulfilling and stable emotional life. Furthermore, her calm exterior suggests she's emotionally detached and unlikely to be easily swayed by external influences.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but curse inwardly. This girl is utterly flawless, invincible—a perfect prey. If possessing her is a battle, how will I defeat such a 'powerful' 'enemy'?

In a battle, victory depends on three factors: strength, tactics, and mental fortitude.

Who is stronger between me and this girl? What are my advantages? Yes, I am a seasoned veteran of society. I possess unparalleled social experience, can endure what others cannot, and dare to do what others dare not. She was a flower in the school's greenhouse, while I was a seasoned veteran. This was my advantage, my strength.

While I wouldn't call tactics, scheming, or intrigue my forte, one thing was certain: she was unaware of my existence, while I could act covertly. This was called a calculated attack on an unsuspecting girl; I was in the shadows, she was in the open—a classic case of "the cicada knows the wind before it blows, a hidden attack brings death without warning."

As for mental fortitude, I figured a seasoned veteran like myself was far superior to a young girl like her.

With this in mind, I regained my confidence and made up my mind. If there were no coincidences, I would create them; if there were no accidents, I would create them; if there were no weaknesses, I would exploit them. I was determined to win this battle; I would make her body and spirit my captives, turning her into my precious life asset.

Over the next three days, I followed her even more diligently. Through my efforts, I obtained two crucial pieces of information.

First, the girl's name was Feng Mengyao; she was a second-year student in the French Department of Dalian University of Foreign Languages, staying at school during the summer to further her studies, and she lived alone in her dormitory.

Once, while she was in the library restroom, I secretly moved to the vicinity of her seat, took a book from the nearby shelf, and sat down next to her, pretending to look for information. I then deliberately dropped her notebook, using the excuse of picking it up to quickly glance through it and obtain her personal information. As for her accommodation, I observed her dormitory for a long time, noting the time and patterns from when she entered the building until certain windows turned on. I discovered that every time she went in, the light in the second window on the east side of the fourth floor would turn on two minutes later, and then go off again after about twenty to thirty minutes. Therefore, I concluded that she not only lived there but also slept alone, since not many students stayed on campus during the summer vacation, so sleeping alone wasn't unusual. (Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

Secondly, although Feng Mengyao is pretty and behaves with impeccable manners, as calm and composed as a still well, she has a small flaw in her character: she loves to take advantage of others.

In the library, she might secretly cut out chapters she's particularly interested in and take them away, which is prohibited in any reading room. In the school cafeteria, she'll steal a couple of new chopsticks and spoons whenever no one is looking. Even when shopping at the convenience store, she'll find small items that can be easily slipped into her bag and taken away unnoticed, as long as no one is around.

Moreover, her regular life has been slightly altered due to some objective reasons. The school cafeteria has stopped serving food due to renovations and moved to another cafeteria far from her dormitory. So, starting the day before yesterday, Feng Mengyao has to stay in the library until 7 pm, only taking a bus back to school when it closes. Because the cafeteria was too far away, she didn't eat there in the evenings. Instead, she bought a cooked meal from a roadside stall near the campus and took it back to her dorm. It was probably around 9 PM by the time she finished eating, so she didn't go out to study. Instead, she left the lights on in her dorm until 10:30 PM, then turned them off and went to sleep.

That's all the information I have. Next, I need to devise a foolproof plan, which really took a lot of effort.

I first bought some 'special equipment' from a military supply store and an audio equipment store. Then, I spent two nights going to several nightclubs through various channels, spending over four thousand yuan to collect sixteen ecstasy pills.

Although ecstasy pills are common in bars, dance halls, and nightclubs, buying them is very difficult. Because this stuff is considered a drug, sellers won't easily sell to strangers for their own safety. Especially in bars and dance halls, where there's a mix of people and many eyes and ears, you can't buy them without a referral from a regular customer. Nightclubs are different; they're relatively orderly, and the owners have strong connections, so sellers are more comfortable selling there. But the prices are also quite high in these places. So, including the expenses for putting on a show, my spending is truly astonishing.

Don't underestimate these things; they're crucial tools in my entire plan.

I've spent so much money and effort, and after preparing everything, I sat quietly in the room, lit a cigarette, and rehearsed the entire plan in my mind—once…twice…three times… No oversights allowed. I only have one chance; this is the final moment for a desperate counterattack. Any small mishap could lead to total defeat.

Yes, thorough, meticulous, flawless, foolproof. A smug smile spread across my lips. Little brat, Feng Mengyao, do you think you can escape my grasp this time? I'll make you 'die' a horrible death!

Chapter Eight: The Brilliant Plan.

This was my twenty-eighth day in Dalian; I was leaving the city the day after tomorrow. At 6:20 PM, I boarded the 673 bus, which ran from Xinhua Road, passing the city library and the Foreign Languages Institute. I got on at the starting station, sat in the first double seat on the right-hand side next to the rear door, and placed my small travel bag on the seat next to me.

This was a seat Feng Mengyao often sat in after boarding the bus. When she boarded at the library stop, almost all the empty seats were occupied due to time constraints. My luggage could hold that seat for me; only those who weren't particularly stubborn would try to take it.

The bus slowly moved towards the library, and the flow of people gradually filled the other seats. Just then, a rather unpleasant guy ran over, pointed to where I had my luggage, and asked, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

To conceal my true self, I had specially worn a new pair of sunglasses. I immediately tilted my head back, pulled the sunglasses down, and pretended to be intimidating, replying irritably, "Of course it's taken! Aren't there empty seats in the back?"

There were indeed empty seats in the last row, but it was very bumpy, and nobody wanted to sit there. Seeing that I seemed like a clueless fool and spoke rudely, he smirked and reluctantly walked to the back.

"Passengers, this is the Bookstore stop. Passengers who got off, please move to the back and exit through the rear door. Bus 673 is heading to xxxxxx. Passengers boarding again, please enter through the front door. Please pay with coins or swipe your card after boarding. Please move further inside."

With that announcement, the doors opened wide, and a familiar figure stepped aboard, slowly walking towards me. I suppressed my excitement and casually and naturally tucked my bag into my lap. Feng Mengyao smoothed her bottom and sat down. My first step was a success!

The plan was actually a bit risky. First, if the bus hadn't arrived at the library on time due to traffic or other reasons, Feng Mengyao wouldn't have boarded. Second, if there were too few people on the bus and extra seats were available, a young woman wouldn't squeeze in with a strange man. Third, if there were many passengers and someone insisted on sitting in that seat, I would have to give it up, and even if they didn't try to take it, just standing next to the empty seat would deter Feng Mengyao from sitting there. Moreover, although Feng Mengyao boarded the bus at this time every day, there was no guarantee that unforeseen circumstances wouldn't cause her to act strangely today—too many uncertainties. But I had no choice; this was my last chance, and I had to take the plunge. Fortunately, I was lucky.

After she boarded, I kept looking out the window, using the most inconspicuous gestures and movements to minimize her attention. The bus continued forward, and I got off at the third stop after she boarded.

There was a public restroom right next to the bus stop, and after making sure no one was watching me, I quickly slipped into a stall. Then I quickly opened my handbag, took out a large student backpack, only slightly smaller than the handbag, took off my jacket, pants, and sunglasses, and stuffed all of these items, along with the seemingly large and thick but actually soft handbag, into the backpack. To save time, I was wearing two pairs of pants, and taking off one revealed a completely different pair underneath. I rinsed my hair with water, took out the non-prescription glasses I had prepared beforehand, put them on, and looked in the mirror. Hmm, now I looked like an ordinary male student.

Carrying my backpack, I came out of the restroom and hailed a taxi to catch up with the 673 bus. Three stops later, there was an intersection, and the bus stop was only thirty meters from the traffic light. Usually, in this situation, the driver would stop a little longer during the traffic light to pick up more passengers, and I was rushing to catch the bus again at this stop.

Based on my experience, this stop always had the most passengers, and going with the flow was the best way to blend in.

In the taxi, I sprayed some floral water to cover up my body odor, hoping it might be noticed, while praying that nothing unexpected would happen. Actually, many things could go wrong. For example, she might suddenly get off, or an elderly, infirm, disabled, or pregnant person might get on, and Feng Mengyao might give up her seat. So I only chose to go three stops later to minimize the possibility of these unexpected situations.

Things went relatively smoothly. I boarded the bus with the flow of people and was relieved to find her still there. By then, the bus was quite crowded. I moved towards the back door using the usual steps of people rushing to catch the bus, quietly standing behind Feng Mengyao. Standing behind her was to prevent her from seeing me, to conceal my presence.

Sure enough, I could sense that no one, including her, noticed that the two of me were the same person.

After three more stops, the bus started to brake and pull into the station. I pretended to lose my balance, gently bumping into Feng Mengyao's shoulder, then quickly regained my balance and got off.

Minor bumps like this are unavoidable on a bus, but I did it on purpose. In that instant of leaning against her, as I quickly pulled my right hand out of my pocket to steady myself on the handrail, I casually pulled something out of my pocket and 'dropped' it onto her as if by accident. It was a black wallet, which looked very expensive.

Without hesitation, I squeezed towards the door, my eyes never leaving Feng. Sure enough, as I expected, she noticed something amiss and looked closely to see a delicate wallet, quite bulging. My actions were natural, the result of many practice sessions. She naturally assumed I had accidentally dropped it due to the bus's swaying, and her greedy nature prevented her from calling out to me. Instead, she gently placed her white handbag on her lap, covering the valuable wallet. She thought she had stumbled upon a treasure, but it was all part of my plan.

Seeing that she had secretly kept that important prop, I felt a surge of joy and quickly got off the bus. My second step was successfully completed!

The reason I got off here was because the area was very quiet at around 7 PM, with few pedestrians. After getting off the bus, I quickly went to the side of an artificial lake, found the secluded spot I had scouted beforehand, and took off my current outfit. I took out a third set of completely different clothes from my backpack: uniform pants, a light blue long-sleeved shirt, and a black jacket, and put them on. I also took out another bottle of cheap men's cologne and sprayed it on. Then, I put on all the props I had prepared beforehand, checked them, slung a plain little shoulder bag over my shoulder, packed up my spare clothes and glasses, stuffed them into the bag, and slowly sank the bag, which had been containing a 20-pound boulder the whole time, into the lake.

Now, I was a completely different person from before, like an inconspicuous office worker in a vast sea of people.

To avoid leaving any fingerprints, I applied glue to the pads of several of my most frequently used fingers beforehand. After the glue dried, a smooth film formed on the surface, allowing me to wash my hands clean. The sack had to be placed gently in the water to avoid making a splash; the lake water was also the best tool for erasing evidence, easily washing away even the glue on my hands.

Changing my outfit three times and altering my body odor twice was to minimize the possibility of being recognized.

Feng Mengyao is usually calm and composed, but that doesn't mean she's oblivious; on the contrary, I think she's very perceptive. Therefore, I had to be extremely careful, because underestimating one's opponent is a crime against oneself.

With all preparations complete, I quickly organized my thoughts and calmed myself before turning around, walking to the roadside, and hailing another taxi to the Foreign Languages Institute stop where Feng Mengyao was about to get off.

The 673 bus arrived at its stop, and Feng Mengyao got off, still clutching her white handbag. She looked slightly flustered, and her pace was a little faster than usual. She headed towards the roadside stalls where she usually bought dinner. Finding a quiet spot with few pedestrians, she took out her wallet from behind her handbag and squeezed it, seemingly trying to estimate the amount of money inside by feel. Because of the many passersby, she didn't dare open it to check, quickly putting it back in her handbag and continuing on her way.

I cautiously followed her until she stopped at a roadside stall to buy food. A surge of excitement welled up inside me. Just one step away, just one step away from my turn. I felt like a trainee actor about to perform on stage for the first time—worried, anxious, eager, and restless.

Just as I was sweating profusely, rehearsing the upcoming scene and dialogue in my mind, an unexpected situation occurred.

A young man in sportswear riding a mountain bike turned past Feng Mengyao. That bastard actually reached out and quickly and precisely groped her plump, alluring buttocks that I'd been dreaming of.

A surge of jealousy welled up inside me. Damn it, those were mine! How dare you beat me to it! But I immediately snapped out of my anger, replaced by endless regret and frustration.

Feng Mengyao was about to take money from her bag to pay when she suddenly felt something strange on her buttocks. She let out a soft "Ah!" and quickly turned to protect herself. The young man who had taken advantage of her had already whistled and sped off down the hill. Because of the uneven terrain in Dalian, chasing after him was impossible. I guess that bastard had noticed this and that's why he grabbed that shapely buttocks that every man would want to touch.

But the worst part wasn't that. Because of the suddenness of the incident, Feng Mengyao's long hair and handbag flew around as she turned, and the "gift" I had 'given' to her, which was originally in her bag, accidentally fell out, hitting her foot and flying under the stall. She herself, in her panic from being suddenly molested, didn't notice anything amiss.

I watched anxiously from a corner twenty meters away, desperately wanting to rush over and warn her. Of course, I didn't, otherwise all my subsequent plans would have been ruined. Now, all I could do was wait and see, hoping for a miracle.

But it seemed fate wasn't on my side. Feng Mengyao didn't notice anything at all, muttered something under her breath, took the change from the vendor, and stormed off.

Damn it, all my hard work of the past ten days and the brilliant plan I'd painstakingly devised had been completely wasted because of that bastard. I cursed that grandson and all the women in his family for generations. But what could I do? Looking at Feng Mengyao's figure less than thirty meters away, I could only sigh. It was truly a world apart.

Just when I was feeling utterly hopeless, things took a turn for the better. That familiar figure suddenly stopped and abruptly turned around. I immediately pulled my head back to avoid being seen. But she didn't even glance at me. Instead, she held her handbag in both hands, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

I was overjoyed. It turned out this little girl was indeed greedy for money, very focused on her recent 'loot,' which was why she noticed in time that the item was gone.

Feng Mengyao also realized she had dropped it around, so she bent down and searched frantically. The item was right in my sight, but Feng Mengyao searched for a long time without finding it. This silly girl was so worrying.

Finally, the oblivious beauty noticed the stall and picked up the wallet. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, her posture of gathering her hair and bending over allowed me to catch a glimpse of a bit of exposed skin—the pink lace bodice and a glimpse of her bright cleavage. So beautiful. The thought that I would have the chance to slowly pluck it tonight made me even more eager.

Feng Mengyao picked up the item, intending to open it to take a look, but seeing the vendor staring at her, she felt guilty and put it back in her handbag before hurrying away.

She took a shortcut back to her dormitory, a long, sparsely populated downhill stretch, which she walked at a leisurely pace. Taking advantage of this time difference, I bypassed her via a winding path I had scouted beforehand. Dalian is known for its uneven terrain, so this was quite common.

Although the path was sparsely populated, the streetlights were bright, so Feng Mengyao, a single girl, didn't feel unsafe walking there. She took out the wallet she had just found, preparing to open it, and walked slowly forward. About a hundred meters from the school's back gate, she saw a man standing by the roadside smoking. Without giving it much thought, she slowly walked towards him. When they were less than ten meters apart, the man suddenly turned to face her and said, "Miss, please wait, I have a few questions for you!"

Feng Mengyao was startled and stopped in her tracks. She quickly threw her wallet back into her handbag, clutching it warily, and asked, "Who are you? I don't know you. What do you want?"

A young girl walking alone in a quiet, deserted place was stopped by a complete stranger. Although he was polite, she was still very wary.

That man was, of course, me.

I had stopped her just in time before she unwrapped the mysterious 'gift'. Now I could finally confront her face-to-face. The show was about to begin, and I was indeed a little nervous. You see, this was the first time I had proactively completed a 'work'. However, amidst the nervousness, I was also pleasantly surprised. Although I had been following her for almost half a month, because this girl was naturally quiet, and I had always kept a distance from her, I had only observed her without hearing her voice. Now, I finally had the chance to hear her voice.

Her voice was so beautiful, how to describe it? It was like a breath of air, soft and fragrant, like the delicate scent of morning flowers gently wafting into my ears.

Although her voice was soft, it had a magnetic quality, a magnetism that captivated the listener. And it was completely different from the affected, affected voices of city girls; it was a fresh, refined, and naturally alluring charm that was utterly mesmerizing.

Of course, this infatuation couldn't last too long. I quickly focused my attention, composed myself, and got down to business.

Anticipating her suspicion, I quickly pulled out a small, dark blue notebook from my pocket, flashed it in her eyes, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm a police officer. I just want to ask you a few questions!"

Feng Mengyao relaxed slightly, but didn't understand what a police officer wanted to know about an ordinary citizen like her: "Oh, a police officer?"

As I showed her my identification, she instinctively raised her hand, as if to take it. I immediately put the identification away. The ID was obviously fake, very fake—just a cover, empty inside. How could I let her touch it? Otherwise, I'd be exposed immediately; impersonating a police officer is a criminal offense!

I carefully concealed the fake ID and put on a relaxed demeanor: "Excuse me…excuse me, did you find something just now?"

My mind raced, and I quickly changed my prepared lines, shifting the blame to that opportunistic jerk. After observing Feng Mengyao for several days, I knew she was definitely a calm and intelligent girl, so I wanted to confuse her as much as possible, making the whole situation as chaotic as possible, beyond her ability to discern. As soon

as Feng Mengyao heard me asking about finding something, she immediately became guilty, but pretended to be completely nonchalant, replying, "Find something? What? No!"

Although she appeared calm on the surface, her subtle movements—tightening her grip on her bag and taking a half-step back with her right foot—didn't escape my notice. I was certain I could proceed with the next step of my plan.

I slowly approached her, keeping a distance of more than two meters, one hand in my pocket, and said slowly, "We've been tracking a suspicious suspect recently. He just rode past you on his bicycle, and you seemed to have picked something up from the ground, right? If so, hand it over to me quickly, it might be important evidence!"

After I said that, Feng Mengyao felt relieved, because she knew very well that the wallet had nothing to do with the scoundrel who had taken advantage of her earlier. Her expression relaxed slightly: "Oh, you mean that wallet? It's my own thing, it has nothing to do with him. By the way, did you catch that thug? He was really rude. I don't even know him, yet he groped me. I knew he wasn't a good person."

This college graduate was indeed different from a child like Du Jingwen; she was very mature.

She casually brushed aside the wallet incident and then deliberately recounted how she had been harassed, trying to steer the conversation away from my, the 'police officer's, train of thought.

Of course, I wouldn't fall for it, because I was the mastermind behind the whole thing: "Really? So that wallet is yours? Why would a girl like you use a black wallet? And you didn't take the money out of it when you were buying things, did you?"

I stared at her with a suspicious look the whole time, which made Feng Mengyao feel that I wasn't so easy to fool. Coupled with what I had just said, she clearly felt that I was meticulous in my thinking and efficient in my work. For a moment, she was speechless. After hesitating for a long time, she stubbornly argued, "It's none of your business. I... I'm free to use whatever wallet I want. Anyway... the things are mine, I definitely didn't find them!"

Several incidents in Dalian have made me realize one thing: the most important thing in deception is not how sophisticated the trick is, but whether you can meticulously grasp the psychology of the other person. As long as you see through what she is thinking, you can gradually lure her into your trap.

I was actually waiting for her to confidently assert that she owned the item, so I pressed on, "So, this thing has always been with you, it's yours?"

"Yes, it was always mine!"

Feng Mengyao seemed perfectly justified, as if my questioning was completely unnecessary and even laughable. But I knew she was actually very guilty; my relentless pursuit of the wallet of unknown origin made her uneasy. The

time was ripe. I suddenly snatched her bag, unzipped it, and began searching inside. Feng Mengyao cried out, trying to stop me, but it was too late: "What are you doing? Why are you taking my things…"

I gently pushed her away, and while searching, said sternly, "Excuse me, I'm conducting a routine check. Please don't interfere with my official duties!"

Feng Mengyao took two steps back, watching helplessly as my bag fell into my hands. Since I was a police officer, she could only stare blankly as I searched her.

There weren't many things in her bag, and I recognized most of them. Inside were the notebook, glasses case, a quaint little thermos, a few coins, some unremarkable stationery and a book, as well as some essential girl items like moisturizing lipstick, eyebrow pencil, small jewelry, and two packs of tissues.

Once I was sure the contents of her bag wouldn't unexpectedly disrupt my plans, I took out the black wallet I had 'given her' and returned the bag to her, pointing to it and asking, "Is this what you mean? Is this really yours?"

Feng Mengyao took her bag, seeing her unexpected find in my hands, unsure how to answer, "Yes, this..."

I didn't need her reply. Immediately, I adopted a professional demeanor, wearing thin white gloves, and opened the wallet in front of her, taking out a plastic box about five centimeters wide, ten centimeters long, and one centimeter thick. The box was blue, decorated with many bizarre patterns and various characters, some in Japanese and some in Korean.

"Is this your stuff too?"

I asked, slowly unpacking the package. I gently pinched out a dark-colored pill, smelled it, licked it, and then put it back.

Feng Mengyao hadn't had a chance to open the wallet since she'd "found" it. Seeing its contents, she exclaimed, "What's this?"

I couldn't tell if she was asking me or talking to herself.

I didn't answer. I slowly took off my gloves, took out something that looked like the kind of plastic bag police use for collecting evidence, the kind you see on TV, and put the wallet and the blue box inside.

Just as Feng Mengyao was filled with doubt and confusion, I suddenly grabbed her left hand and snapped something onto her wrist. She looked in surprise and saw it was a pair of gleaming handcuffs.

"What...what are you doing?"

Her voice trembled with anxiety and fear.

"I'm sorry, please come with me to the police station for questioning!"

I said, fastening the other ring of the handcuffs to my right wrist.

Feng Mengyao was now completely flustered. Her exclamation, contrary to her usual calm demeanor,

was uttered: "I...I won't go! What right do you have to arrest me?" She struggled back, trying to break free. Of course, her struggles were futile. The handcuffs, though fake, were genuinely sturdy; most people couldn't break free with their bare hands, let alone a frail girl like her. I tightened my grip on her, and Feng Mengyao cried out in pain, then dared not struggle any longer.

"You better behave..."

I hissed, "Since the stuff is yours, you should know what those little pills are, right?"

Looking at Feng Mengyao's helpless and bewildered expression, I felt a surge of amusement and shouted, "Those are drugs!"

This startled Feng Mengyao greatly: "Ah! Drugs? I...I...I..."

Her body trembled, her expression dazed, her eyes glazed over, and she even lost her footing.

Seeing her completely flustered, I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath and immediately added fuel to the fire, saying, "Let me tell you, our city's anti-drug squad has been watching you drug dealers for a long time. You smuggle tens or hundreds of grams of marijuana, cocaine, and methamphetamine into this city, then manufacture these high-purity ecstasy pills yourself, and distribute them to various entertainment venues in the city, illegally making huge profits and poisoning countless people..."

Feng Mengyao was so frightened by my 'eloquent talk' that she shook her head repeatedly, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal. Her body kept shrinking back, and if it weren't for the pull of my handcuffs, she would have almost squatted down on the ground.

I pressed my advantage, mimicking scenes from TV dramas and movies, and asked in a haphazard, off-key manner, "Name?"

Feng Mengyao was already terrified and mumbled, "Feng...Feng Mengyao!"

"Age?"

"Twenty!...Officer, I..."

She tried to argue, but I abruptly stopped her: "Answer everything I ask, place of origin?"

Feng Mengyao's pretty face was almost tearful, and she answered in a trembling voice, "Nanjing!"

Oh, so she's a woman from Qinhuai. No wonder she has such an extraordinary aura. Thinking to myself, I continued, "Occupation?"

"I...I'm a student at this school, I..."

I wouldn't let her say more. At this moment, I had to forcefully shatter her reason, preventing her from noticing the suspicious points in the whole situation and avoiding any further complications. While mentally rehearsing the next steps of the plan, he asked incoherently, "Tell me, how many people are in your gang? Where is your hideout? Was that young man the one who gave you this thing? Where are you taking it and to whom are you going to deliver it? How do you communicate? Tell me now!"

Feng Mengyao was different from ordinary girls. When I bombarded her with questions, she clearly seemed flustered, but she didn't actually burst into tears. Instead, she calmed herself slightly, took deep breaths to compose herself, and then, with as rational a look as possible, said to me, "Officer, please listen to me. I actually found this black wallet on the bus. It has nothing to do with me. I... I'm not a drug dealer. I'm a student at the Foreign Languages Institute here. Please... please investigate carefully and don't wrong an innocent person!"

She pointed towards the dormitory buildings above.

Although her thoughts were clear, her voice trembled, completely unlike her usual calm and gentle personality, indicating the immense shock and astonishment she was experiencing. However, as she regained her composure from the chaos, her words became clear and coherent, clearly showing she wasn't a naive girl who would only panic and lack any ability to react in a crisis.

But this behavior was entirely within my calculations; I had already anticipated that she would be very calm and collected when alone.

I patiently, determined to fight a protracted battle, and asked, "You say you're a college student, what proof do you have? Where's your student ID?"

Actually, I already knew she didn't have any identification when I searched her bag earlier. Sure enough, she replied, "I...I didn't bring my student ID, and I didn't bring my national ID either..."

As she spoke, she pulled a small blue booklet out of her bag: "Would a library card work?"

I didn't even reach out to take it, feigning complete disbelief, and said, "What do you think? A library card, huh!"

Then, pretending to think, I continued, "Or you could get a few classmates to vouch for you, or better yet, just have them go straight to the police station!"

Saying this, I made a move to drag her in another direction.

Classmates couldn't possibly prove this, and besides, whether it was true or not, it was a scandal, something Feng Mengyao couldn't possibly be unaware of. Sure enough, she immediately objected: "No...no, it's holiday now, I can't find anyone..."

Then, gritting her teeth, she said, "How about this, I'll take you to my dorm at school, that should be proof, right?"

I wasn't afraid to go to the dorm; firstly, I was sure she slept there alone, and secondly, she wouldn't invite anyone else in, so I readily agreed. At Feng Mengyao's request, I took off my coat, wrapped it around each other's hands to cover the exposed handcuffs, and followed her to the dorm.

Holding such smooth, delicate hands, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of environment and experiences had created such perfect, slender hands, and how their owner had maintained them so well? If the rest of this girl's body was as perfect as her hands, what in the world could be more captivating than such flesh? Don't worry, soon, soon it will be mine.

Because of the guidance from someone in the dorm, and because I was wearing 'plainclothes,' we entered the dorm building smoothly.

The dormitory building has three staircases, one on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right. Feng Mengyao deliberately took the outermost staircase to the fourth floor, showing how much she wanted to avoid being seen.

Arriving at the room I had anticipated, Feng Mengyao closed the door behind her, then seemed relieved not to have run into anyone she knew, letting out a sigh of relief. She said, "This is my dorm room. Now you can believe me, right?"

The room wasn't big, maybe twenty square meters at most, but it was crammed with four bunk beds, a long table, and two rows of cabinets. I looked around, pacing around, and Feng Mengyao, since we were 'holding hands,' followed me.

After we stopped, I asked, "Eight people in one room is quite crowded. Where are your classmates?"

"They're all on vacation."

"Oh, not here… just you alone? Heh, that's convenient!"

I said this with a double meaning, conveying to her that I didn't believe her innocence.

Feng Mengyao didn't argue, but simply took two ID cards from a pink wallet next to the pillow on the lower bunk to my left and slammed them onto the table in front of me.

I picked them up and glanced at them casually. Actually, I already knew the information on the ID cards through other channels beforehand; looking at them now was just for show. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Feng Mengyao standing beside me with concern, seemingly thinking I would believe her to some extent.

Of course, I knew she was telling the truth, but that wasn't my purpose. I was only here to satisfy my long-standing curiosity and see what another part of this lovely girl's life that I had never set foot in was like.

Actually, I was quite disappointed. This place was as simple as she was. Her bedding was neatly folded, the sheets and pillows were very clean and tidy, a lamp was clipped to the bed frame, and a mirror hung on the wall. There was nothing else.

Only one thing caught my attention: the clothes hanging on a wire between the beds. Among them were dresses and stockings I'd seen her wear before, but what surprised me most was that this seemingly quiet and elegant girl actually had very sexy underwear—a lace bra and panties, both very avant-garde in style. Especially the panties, which were sheer and almost thong-shaped; if worn, they wouldn't just cover her pubic hair, but would likely reveal the outline of her most intimate parts. However, under her conservative outer clothing, they would probably never see the light of day. From this, I could infer that this girl had a side completely opposite to her outward appearance, but it was difficult for outsiders to perceive.

I held the two documents, pacing back and forth in the room, while Feng Mengyao, handcuffed, accompanied me. Suddenly, I went to the cabinet by the door, knocked on the shelf with her name on it, looked at her, and said, "Open it."

Feng Mengyao silently took the key and opened the cabinet. I carefully searched for anything that could be used or that might reveal some clues. However, the closet was as simple as her bed, containing only everyday necessities: a pack of sanitary napkins, a box of cotton swabs, some snacks, a few rolls of toilet paper, and half a pack of panty liners. The rest were some minor miscellaneous items and a few seasonal clothes.

While there were no major discoveries, based on this and my psychological analysis, I gleaned some clues.

First, the panty liners were recently packed. Everyone knows they're used to prevent vaginal discharge from staining clothing, meaning she used some for caresses and simple intimacy when meeting her boyfriend.

The problem is, the sexy lingerie hanging on her hanger didn't require panty liners, so she definitely didn't wear them when meeting her boyfriend. She maintained a serene and innocent demeanor in front of him, meaning any hint of hidden sensuality would be unseen by anyone but herself. Clearly, her second personality is very well hidden.

Second, although her belongings and clothing were few in quantity, just enough for daily use and washing, they were of high quality, almost all designer brands. I've observed this girl for a long time. Her family isn't well-off; she eats at roadside stalls and only takes the bus. Therefore, I conclude she's someone with high expectations and a strong sense of self-respect. She'll save money to buy herself the best and then cherish it carefully.

Such a girl is likely independent, decisive, and relatively resilient when facing major life setbacks.

Thirdly, although she has many items, they are arranged very neatly and in an orderly manner. This indicates she has strong self-management skills, is adept at handling anything within her capabilities, and strives to do her best.

All three points seem disadvantageous to me, the one about to woo her. Her secretive personality suggests she's difficult to control, her independence and strength indicate she's not easily controlled, and her strong abilities suggest she's difficult to manage.

That's not the case at all! A person with a hidden second personality is most afraid of being exposed. Once it's revealed to the world, she'll be helpless. Independent, strong, and capable girls are mostly forged by life. When faced with problems they can't solve and have to rely on others, they become more vulnerable than anyone else.

Also, I found an expired plane ticket, Dalian to Dubai. As far as I know, it must have been left behind by her boyfriend when he left recently, because I watched that unfortunate guy go through the special security lane—the one that only accepts passports.

I locked the handcuffs on my wrists to the bed frame, then plopped down on Feng Mengyao's bed, looking at her with a half-smile.

Feng Mengyao hadn't said a word since we entered the room. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk; she was waiting for me, hoping I would at least believe her truth to some extent.

Now it was time for me to fulfill her long-awaited wish: "Ms. Feng, I think we need to have a serious talk. Don't hold onto any illusions. You should know that I've always been very polite to you because you're a girl. Do you know your current situation? You're suspected of drug trafficking!"

I said the last few words very loudly, which startled Feng Mengyao.

Just as she put on a pitiful, speechless look, seemingly about to say "No, I didn't," I waved my hand to interrupt her: "Let me finish..."

Then, I slowly took out the plastic bag containing the black leather wallet from my person, emptied all the ecstasy pills into the bag, and pointed, saying, "Let me reiterate, this stuff is called Methylenedioxymethamphetamine tablets, commonly known as ecstasy, and it's a new product with high technological content and purity. National regulations stipulate that anyone carrying more than 50 grams will be subject to criminal punishment, generally with a sentence of seven to ten years..."

Seeing her anxious and unable to get a word in edgewise, I chuckled inwardly and slowly shook the evidence bag in my hand: "Each ecstasy pill weighs 3 grams, and you've brought seventeen, exactly exceeding the 50-gram limit. Looks like your boss isn't looking out for you!"

I bought sixteen pills, plus the one I already had, making it seventeen. I only used two a few days ago to get rid of that little brat Du Jingwen, and now I've used so many in one go—that's quite a costly investment.

Ordinary people don't understand this kind of legal knowledge; I only crammed on it after the plan was finalized. Sure enough, Feng Mengyao became increasingly frightened

as she listened. She had secretly kept a wallet, and it had caused so much trouble. At first, she thought it was just trouble, but now it had turned into a disaster. She tried to calm herself down and asked me in a friendly manner, "Officer, I don't even know your surname?"

I casually made up, "Zou, my surname is Zou."

In my mind, I added, "A made-up Zou." "Oh, Officer Zou, look… here's what happened. Today I was taking the bus back to school, and someone next to me gave me this… no, no, no, he didn't give it to me, I took it myself… no, no, he left it behind! I… I hid it; it wasn't originally mine!"

She had tried to hide her less-than-honorable side, but the more she spoke, the more confused she became.

I listened quietly to her, even lighting a cigarette to maintain a composed demeanor. After she finished, I slowly and deliberately said, "Miss Feng, did someone give you these drugs, or did you steal them? Are you having trouble explaining it? Should I find you a place to think it through?"

Whether it was theft or drug possession, it was an unacceptable verdict for this self-important girl who had so far claimed a spotless life. She suddenly lost her composure in a fit of rage: "Oh, I... I can't explain it to you! You... oh—"

You think you're so innocent? Is your perfect life a given? Are you the only one pure and kind, while we're all filthy and corrupt? I couldn't stand her attitude. I was determined to make her taste the bitterness of being unable to speak her mind.

I feigned complete disbelief, a slight sneer on my face. "Hmph, it doesn't matter if you can't explain yourself. Once we're at the police station, we have plenty of ways to make you explain. Don't even mention a self-important, cunning little brat like you; even a wanted criminal with a long list of serious crimes, once he's in my hands, I have ways to make him suffer terribly. He'll be all obedient and confess then!"

As I spoke, I reached for the handcuffs she was leaning against the bedpost.

For ordinary people, the police interrogation room isn't a place to be taken lightly. Besides, this was the second time I'd intimidated Feng Mengyao like this. The first time, she was so scared she almost collapsed. Of course, I wanted to use this experience.

Sure enough, upon hearing the word "police station," Feng Mengyao's legs went weak. She slumped into a chair, shaking her head and pleading, "I don't want to go to the police station! I don't want to go to the police station! Officer Zou, believe me, I'm really innocent!"

Of course, I believed her innocence; that's exactly what I was playing with. I seemed to have grown tired of her baseless pleas, and was about to reach for the handcuffs when my phone suddenly rang. Actually, I had kept one hand in my pocket when I entered the room, and relying on my familiarity with my phone, I had blindly dialed and set an alarm. Someone as clueless as Feng Mengyao would have thought it was a sudden phone call.

I pretended to take out my phone, turned off the alarm, but to an outsider it would look like I pressed the answer button: "Hello, Captain Liu... Yes, but the situation has changed a bit. The contact is a young girl, claiming to be a college student... Hmm, I understand... Yes, she was prepared... I understand... I understand, yes, it's from Dubai. She found an expired ticket to Dubai... It's... it's criminal detention! By the way, are you sending two female officers to escort her... She's very uncooperative... Hmm... The address is... Hello? Hello?"

I picked up the phone and looked at it, then spat, "No way, it's dead at this crucial moment!"

Then I turned to Feng Mengyao and said, "Give me your phone."

Feng Mengyao listened to my conversation with 'Captain Liu' and became increasingly anxious. The ticket her boyfriend left behind had 'coincidentally' matched the 'case.' If her boyfriend was involved, things would be even worse. When she heard that I wanted to use her phone to call a police car to escort her, she refused to lend it to me. She grabbed the phone I'd deliberately placed on the bed, within easy reach of her, and hid it behind her back.

I pretended to snatch it: "Hey, behave yourself, you..."

Realizing that she couldn't hold out against me with one hand and would inevitably be overtaken, Feng Mengyao hardened her heart and violently threw the phone out the window. 'Crack...crack!' A sleek cell phone was thus destroyed.

I glared angrily and scolded, "Little girl, you've got guts. Looks like you're determined to resist. Come on, take your ID and come with me to the police station!"

But inwardly, I chuckled. Up to this point, the scenario I'd devised for this girl, based on her personality analysis, had all gone smoothly.

Feng Mengyao was somewhat smug about her 'cunning' succeeding, but when she heard that I was finally going to take her back for questioning, she was inexplicably frightened and kept pleading. I, on the other hand, kept reassuring her, "We won't wrong an innocent person, nor will we let a bad person go free." This back and forth continued until there were other people present, at which point she dared not openly 'arrest' her.

Stepping out of the dormitory building, there's a back door right next to it, leading directly to the street. From my observation, there's always a police car parked there between 8 and 11 pm every night. I don't know if the officers in it are out for a late-night snack or just slacking off, but this is a great free tool I can use. From an adult's perspective, a calm analysis should make them suspicious of me. Since I appeared, my identity has been solely based on the cover of a police ID card—that's far from sufficient. If Feng Mengyao overcomes her panic and calms down to think things through, she'll definitely consider this. Then, she might yell and scream, or take other actions I haven't foreseen, and the plan will likely fall apart.

Sure enough, when she saw me walking towards the police car she'd never noticed before, her resistance intensified, and I had to practically drag her along.

I stood next to a manhole cover, took out my car keys, and was about to press the unlock button on the car.

Feng Mengyao pretended to lose her balance and fell to the ground. Since we were handcuffed together, I naturally lost my balance as well, and ended up falling on top of her, one hand covering her full, firm breasts.

Feng Mengyao let out a soft "Ah!" and immediately covered her chest with her free hand. I quickly withdrew my skillfully acting right hand and darted to the side to show that it was completely unintentional. But because of my movement, Feng Mengyao lost her footing again and fell on top of me, her free, slender hand once again landing between my legs in my private area.

I didn't get up immediately, but just stared at her, then looked at that "lustful" slender hand. Feng Mengyao then realized what had happened and scrambled to her feet with me, looking utterly embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, did I hurt you?"

she apologized repeatedly, brushing the dirt off herself. I wasn't sure if her "not intentional" meant the first fall or the earlier "taking advantage of me."

I ignored her apology, but inwardly I found it quite amusing. How could my body parts be as promiscuous as I am? Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for you two to feast on me without clothes in the way!

Because of our tussling, my things fell to the ground. Just as I bent down to pick them up, this mischievous little girl beat me to it, kicking my police ID and car keys haphazardly down the drain. The only thing that survived was the bag of crucial evidence—ecstasy pills.

Actually, my plan was to pretend to stumble and drop the keys, but Feng Mengyao had done it for me, even destroying the fake police ID—an unexpected surprise that made it all the more real.

I couldn't help but think, "Brilliant!"

Of course, I had to feign anger, so I deliberately tightened my grip on her hand and yelled, "You better behave yourself! Do you think I can't handle you? I only didn't have the heart to hurt you because you're such a weak little girl!"

Then, looking at her aggrieved yet submissive eyes, I gently loosened my grip and muttered to myself, "I told you I'd call two policewomen to deal with you. It's not really convenient for a man like me to deal with a female criminal, sigh..."

But in my heart, I thought, "Don't blame me if I do something even more 'inconvenient' later!"

I continued acting according to the script, picked up the evidence bag that had fallen to the ground, and exclaimed with feigned surprise, "So there's something else in this box that held ecstasy!"

Immediately, under Feng Mengyao's watchful gaze, I solemnly put on white gloves and began to examine the evidence again.

Actually, it was a note I had placed beforehand, which read: "Guangming Hotel, Room 702, payment at 12:00 AM on the 19th."

Today is the 19th, and it's already 9:30 PM.

I was overjoyed, seemingly having found a new clue, while Feng Mengyao was deep in thought, trying to convince me of her innocence.

We'd lost our car keys, so we had to walk a bit further to a busy intersection to hail a taxi. Throughout the walk, Feng Mengyao diligently tried to persuade me.

"Officer Zou, I...I really didn't mean it. This note has nothing to do with me. You have to believe me!"

"Hmm, you'll know once we investigate. Come back to the station with me first. We'll investigate the note!"

"No, let's go check it out first. Maybe we'll find some new clues. Look, we don't have much time. It would be such a pity if we missed it!"

"Let's go? Don't joke around. Haven't you caused me enough trouble? I initially thought you might have been dragged into this by chance, but now I don't think so!"

"Why, why? I'm really innocent!" "

Ms. Feng, don't be so polite. You're clever, quick-witted, and a good actress. You seem pitiful, but you're actually quite cunning!"...

Later, Feng Mengyao's pleading was almost tinged with coquettishness, and her voice became increasingly sweet, making me feel a ticklish sensation. But I remained expressionless and silent, walking quickly forward, seemingly unmoved.

Finally, we arrived at the street corner, hailed a taxi, and got into the back seat side by side.

The driver asked, "Where are you two going?"

I hesitated for a moment before replying, "Guangming Hotel!"

Feng Mengyao's heart leaped with joy at those words. She gently tightened her grip on my hand, gave me a grateful smile, and whispered, "Thank you!"

Her radiant smile captivated me. I thought, "What are you thanking me for? For a good lesson later?"

No need for that. Even without thanks, I'd still do my job well.

We kept our hands wrapped in my jacket, so most people and the driver assumed we were a couple holding hands and didn't think much of it.

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