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Chapter 164: The Beauty's Tragic Fate
I had once shared a romantic moment on this bed, pouring out my sweat and leaving her gasping and calling out, a memory that lingered vividly in my mind.
I stepped closer to the edge of the bed.
The door behind me opened, and a beam of light spilled into the room. Standing at the entrance was Zhou Mengyao, clad in a sheer bathrobe. The translucent fabric accentuated her graceful figure, and beneath it, I could clearly see the delicate lace trim of her undergarments. My gaze darted quickly to her midsection, and only when I saw nothing unusual did I allow myself to relax.
I deliberately avoided looking directly at her, turning my eyes elsewhere.
I focused on the roof, the floor tiles, her beautiful legs beneath the sheer robe, and her elegant, slender silhouette. She walked over to the table, and I noticed she had applied a light blush; the pallor that once marked her face was gone, replaced by a hint of color that made her even more alluring.
I stole another glance at her, and even a fleeting look was enough to stir my imagination. She reached into the liquor cabinet for a glass and picked up an unopened bottle of red wine. As she turned around, she shot me a knowing glance that seemed both playful and teasing. I quickly looked away.
"Qi, are you afraid of me?" Zhou Mengyao asked as she poured wine into her glass. A string of tiny bubbles rose to the surface with a soft fizz, filling the air with the rich aroma of wine.
"Not at all," I replied outwardly, though inwardly I thought: it's not you I'm afraid of; it's my own lack of self-control.
"I really appreciate you keeping me company tonight."
"Is there something special about tonight?"
"Tonight is my most special day." She pushed a glass toward me while lifting one for herself, then tilted her head back and drank it all in one go.
It was my first time witnessing Zhou Mengyao drink with such abandon.
I raised my glass to my lips, the red wine packing a punch that made me fear I might lose control and do something unforgivable. In the end, I set the glass down and slowly stood up, apologizing to Zhou Mengyao, "Sister Zhou, coming to see you was just a dream. I dreamed you were covered in blood and... pregnant. But now that I see you, you're not pregnant, right?"
Zhou Mengyao smiled, revealing a set of pure white teeth. A fleeting shadow of pain crossed her calm eyes before she looked at me meaningfully and asked, "So do you believe in dreams or what you see?"
"Sister Zhou, I don't know whether to believe in dreams or what I see. However, I have something else to attend to; I'll tell you the answer later." As I spoke, I walked toward the door.
"Stop." Zhou Mengyao's soft command startled me like a bolt from the blue, freezing me in place. She approached me, her hands resting on my shoulders. Her previously sharp voice softened into a gentle tone filled with maternal warmth. "Qi, I'm drunk. Could you help me to my bedroom?"
I hesitated; I had wanted to leave to avoid temptation, fearing that if this continued, I wouldn't be able to hold back.
A normal man would find it hard to remain indifferent when faced with a body so sheerly clad in a translucent bathrobe.
Zhou Mengyao's fingers were delicate and her movements gentle, yet they sent shivers through me—
"Sister Zhou, are you cold? You should wear more clothes."
As I turned away from her, I reminded myself that she was my sister. I couldn't entertain any inappropriate thoughts about her; my duty was to protect her from outside harm.
"I'm not cold; it's enough that you're here," Zhou Mengyao said. Her demeanor had changed completely from before; she resembled a woman waiting for her husband to return home. Unfortunately, I wasn't her husband, yet I could sense her contentment and happiness.
Zhou Mengyao leaned closer to me. I felt uncomfortable but couldn't refuse her; the wine had taken effect, and I believed she was genuinely drunk now.
"Qi, do you want your sister?" she whispered in my ear, her breath chilling against my skin.
"Sister, you're drunk."
"Don't worry, I'm not drunk! Come on! I've been waiting for you for so long." Zhou Mengyao forcibly grabbed my hand and pressed it against her chest. I clumsily tried to pull away, but she pushed my hand down.
My hand was completely placed on those two balloon-like mounds, and suddenly, a rush of blood surged through me. The comfortable sensation of my hand pressing there left me intoxicated and unable to resist; what did it matter? I had already done it once, so why not again?
Just as I was about to follow Zhou Mengyao's lead and do what I needed to do, a burning sensation from my pocket jolted me awake. I pulled out the object that was causing the heat—it was the Soul Stone given to me by the Spirit Snake.
The Soul Stone was black with a faint glow, and it was surprisingly hot in my pocket.
I couldn't figure it out. Zhou Mengyao in my arms signaled for more, and without thinking, I raised my eyes. My gaze froze on the large LCD screen. The woman I was holding wasn't really Zhou Mengyao; instead, it was a decaying corpse with swollen limbs that had become deformed.
I screamed and pushed Zhou Mengyao away just as the Demonic Needle struck. She fell to the ground, looking at me in shock. A few seconds later, her expression turned strange, her body convulsed, and she collapsed to the floor, revealing her true form.
It was indeed a highly decomposed corpse.
I breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the Soul Stone had warned me. Otherwise, I would have been doomed. But if this wasn't Zhou Mengyao, then where was the real Zhou Mengyao? Suddenly, I remembered the foul smell coming from the bedroom. My heart sank as I called out for Sister Zhou and rushed toward her room.
Thud—
I turned on the light, and the stench in the bedroom was overwhelming, making me want to gag. Covering my mouth and nose, I stepped closer to the bed. As I reached the bedside and extended my hand, various horrifying images flashed through my mind of what I might see. However, nothing could prepare me for what I found when I pulled back the covers.
Zhou Mengyao had met a tragic end.
Her body was curled up, arms reaching irregularly upward as if trying to grasp something. Her face was marred with numerous gaping wounds, with maggots wriggling in some of them. Her abdomen was soaked in blood. Even more astonishing was a thin layer of pale white membrane that had already solidified over her corpse.
The membrane—
Who could be so ruthless as to harm such a lonely and cold woman? From my instincts, the murderer does not seem human. Could it be Li Gui? Her abdomen was empty and flat, nothing like the pregnant figure I had dreamed of.
Li Gui is the most likely suspect because I had disrupted his plan to extract Evil Spirit using Yuyaya, and then retaliated against Zhou Mengyao by taking away the unborn child that had not yet formed in her womb to nourish a ghost? If that were the case, it would truly be a grave sin.
I intended to save someone, but instead harmed Zhou Mengyao and her child.
"Zhou Jie, why didn’t you give me any hints? Tell me what happened!" I felt helpless and deeply sorrowful as I retreated, leaning against the wall, my gaze fixed on the curled-up corpse on the bed. My throat surged with emotion; I struggled to hold back tears. To avoid disturbing the scene, I cautiously refrained from further inspection and instead took out a tissue to carefully wipe everything I had unintentionally touched. This was a lesson learned from dealing with Station matters—never let suspicion fall on oneself. If I didn’t want to become a suspect in Zhou Mengyao’s death, I had to ensure no incriminating evidence was left behind.
I called Qin Jian.
I could hear my voice trembling because the situation had caught me off guard. The phone rang for quite a while before someone answered. The next moment, I heard a familiar voice ask, "Ma Qi, I was just about to call you to tell you about a nightmare I just had."
"That nightmare isn’t important; what I'm facing right now is the most crucial and terrifying." I had never had the habit of biting my nails, but now, perhaps out of fear, I found myself unconsciously doing just that.
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