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墨書 Inktalez
It's ridiculous that I myself am a victim of being tracked and spied on, and now I'm using the same methods to deal with others. His footsteps were light, like a ballet dancer tiptoeing. Obviously, I don't have any athletic talent, and after following for a while, I started to feel a bit out of breath. After walking for more than ten minutes, he arrived at the Urban village, called Xian village, near the city center. It's the largest Urban village in G City. Obviously, in such an area, it's very difficult to track someone without being noticed. The narrow streets are lined with shabby houses and dirty-faced children running around and making noise. It seemed like he also noticed this, so he quickened his pace and started to jog. Finally, he stopped at a dim, abandoned rental house. He lowered his hat, so I couldn't see his face clearly. He looked around as if he were a buoy on the water, hesitated for a moment, then unlocked the door with a key and went inside.
What he didn't know was that I was quietly hiding behind a wall, half of my face covered by the dim and lightless eaves, with only one glowing eye exposed, ready to disappear into the darkness at any moment. I hesitated a bit about whether to enter this abandoned house. It seemed to be staring at me like an endless abyss, ready to swallow me up. Although there were closely packed buildings on both sides, they mostly presented a scene of dilapidation, and the walls had turned yellow and black due to the damp and dark environment. In the end, curiosity overcame fear, and I decided to go in and find out. So, I edited a distress message on my phone just in case, and selected Liu Bing as the contact. Then, I took a deep breath and walked into the darkness.
The front door of the abandoned house was already locked, so there was no way to get in. However, there was a wall on either side, with rusty wire mesh on it. I managed to grab onto a broken wire and slowly peered inside, supporting my body with my hands.
On the other side of the wall was a space filled with various discarded items, and conveniently, on the left side of the space, there was a side door that provided access to the house. I carefully climbed in and crouched in a corner like a predator lying in wait.
However, I made a fatal mistake. Because the corner I was hiding in was too dark, I accidentally bumped into some discarded items piled nearby, including a kettle. "Bang! Crash!" The kettle fell down, setting off a chain reaction as other items collapsed.
This makes me feel the fear of Asphyxiation, I even feel like there are countless pairs of eyes staring at my back. I feel like I must have been discovered.
But the room is unusually quiet.
Just as I hesitate about what to do next, there is a faint moaning coming from the room, as if someone is asking for help.
I clenched my fist, stood up without thinking, and quickly rushed forward, kicking open the side door of the house. Because the house was too old, not only was the door easily kicked open, but some white plaster also fell from the wall.
The room was empty, with only an old cabinet with a flickering candle on top, swaying unsteadily.
"Is it you?" I exclaimed.
Luo Qian With her hands tied behind the chair, she was disheveled, with a towel stuffed in her mouth, and she was shouting indistinctly. Her clothes seemed to have been torn off halfway, exposing her bare shoulders. I quickly removed the towel from her mouth and swiftly untied the rope. She hugged me tightly, breathing heavily, and whispered in my ear, "It's so scary, someone kidnapped me."
I was confused. How did she come in? Where did the person who just delivered the letter go?
I held her and looked around the room again. Through the small window in the wall, I could see a small patch of mouse-gray sky. Perhaps it was the tram roaring by, and in the distance came a sound like thunder, mixed with tinnitus, sounding very scary, like the sound of a demon army descending from the sky to beat the war drums for an attack. I felt very uncomfortable.
I gently pushed her away and said, " Luo Qian, there's something I find very strange. That is, why every time we meet, whether it's our clothes, our chat records, or anything else, we are reminded by Luo Zhizhong through letters. So the question is, did he really write the letters?"
At this moment, Luo Qian seemed to have realized something, and rushed up to me, wrapping her hands around my neck. Her bloodless lips revealed snow-white teeth as she murmured, "So scary." Her cheek rubbed against mine, and her lips pressed tightly against mine. After a while, her lips slightly parted, leaving a gap, and her index finger gently tickled my ear before her mouth moved to my ear.
I pushed her away again, rejecting her tempting provocation. Then I said, "I think this letter must have been written by Not Luo Zhizhong, at least not in his style. Additionally, I found a code in the letter, meaning 'help.' This means that the real Luo Zhizhong has actually been controlled, and the other party is writing letters in his name."
"Am I right in my deduction?" I looked at Luo Qian and continued,
"Actually, the person writing the letter is you, isn't it? You wrote the letter to me in the name of Luo Zhizhong, making me feel scared after reading those threats and intimidation. I've read books on abnormal psychology before, and women with hysterical symptoms often write imaginary threatening letters to themselves. There are countless examples of this in Japan and abroad. It's a way to make oneself feel fearful and then elicit sympathy from others. I believe that's your mindset too, isn't it?
Secondly, you kidnapped Luo Zhizhong. Because he abused your mother and mistreated you during your childhood. You've been holding a grudge all these years, so when he appeared in front of you, you probably had already been planning your revenge. I don't know where Luo Zhizhong is now, but all of this must be related to you."
"You've gone too far! Too far!" Luo Qian suddenly took off her clothes, naked, and threw herself onto me, crying loudly, her cheek against my shirt. Through her skin, I felt the scalding temperature of her tears."
"Why are you crying? Your usual tricks are just playing with me. Do you find it amusing? When I asked you out yesterday, it was a test. I intentionally shouted loudly to get your attention. I wanted you to notice something was wrong, and sure enough, today you hurriedly disguised yourself as a messenger to warn me not to continue. And my tracking made you unsure of what to do. So you returned to this old shack, pretending to be kidnapped, to prove your innocence. Am I right? Come on, say it. I've come this far, do you still want to hide it from me?" I pushed her again, and she collapsed like mud, weakly falling to the ground, crying excitedly, with no response for a long time.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Unconsciously, I picked up the rope that bound her and forcefully whipped her naked back. I forgot myself and continued to lash out, disregarding everything, until her pale skin began to turn red. Soon, marks like blood-red earthworms gradually appeared, followed by the oozing of fresh red blood. Under my beating, she kept twisting her body, moaning softly with an almost unconscious breath, "Wenhao... Wenhao..."
Seeing her seemingly enjoying the abuse made me feel disgusted, but at the same time, an indescribable pleasure arose within me.
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