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Wei Erge and the others left in a hurry, even abandoning the body of San'er, which they had finally managed to retrieve, along with its coffin, right there in the yard. Outside the yard, there was a skinned corpse, but Wei Erge didn't let Qian San touch it. It seemed that this matter was very important to Wei Erge, and they must have been busy trying to resolve it.
So, would there be another victim?
Someone wanted the lives of the six of them; who could that person be?
“Brother, are you interested in helping me get to the bottom of this?”
Zhao Mingkun walked ahead without looking back at me but suddenly threw out this question.
I was quite surprised. After all, encountering Zhao Mingkun was like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead rat. I had been worried about not having any opportunity to keep her around, yet now she brought it up herself.
I wondered what Zhao Mingkun's intentions were and replied, “With such a big case happening, I’m afraid someone from above will come down to investigate. If we get exposed, it’ll be over for us.”
Zhao Mingkun smiled and said, “If that’s the case, are you too scared?”
I shrugged and replied lightly, “What do you mean by scared? If you’re willing, I’ll accompany you.”
“Then where are we going now?” Guan Zengbin glanced at Zhao Mingkun and asked.
Zhao Mingkun pressed the car key in her hand, and the sound of unlocking echoed: “I’ll take you to where we’re staying.”
The phrase "a cunning rabbit has three burrows" suited Zhao Mingkun perfectly.
At that moment, we were in a hotel where there were no other guests besides the three of us. I had no idea where Boss had gone; it seemed everything had already been arranged by Zhao Mingkun.
During the journey, Zhao Mingkun did nothing but lead us to this hotel she had prepared in advance. No wonder she had repeatedly escaped from the Special Cases Unit's pursuit; she had made her preparations in places others couldn’t see.
It was a hotel, but it resembled another Siheyuan. This hotel was located in a relatively remote area of Baijia County, and if one didn't know the way, finding such a place would not be an easy task.
"Sister Queen, there's something I want to ask you, but if it's inconvenient, you don't have to answer."
At that moment, Zhao Mingkun was soaking her feet in the courtyard. She had legs that were simply exquisite. Zhao Mingkun lifted one foot to wipe it; her foot was as white as jade, with evenly shaped toes that appeared delicate and graceful. She arched her foot and used one hand to wipe it with a towel, accentuating the length of her beautiful leg.
As she wiped, she said, "I know what you want to ask me. You want to know what I'm doing here, right? It's clear you're a smart person. But you should know that the smarter someone is, the less they should know. Often, people become angry or sad because they know too much and lose their happiness."
"How does it look? Nice, right? Later, do you want to come to my room?" Zhao Mingkun stretched her leg straight and ran her hand from her ankle up to her thigh, making my heart race.
I swallowed hard and stood up. Unlike Guan Zengbin's pure and innocent demeanor, a woman like Zhao Mingkun was more to my taste. Mature and sensual, few men could resist such temptation.
"Hehe!" I chuckled foolishly.
"Wu Meng!" Guan Zengbin came out of the room and shouted, "It's so late and you're still not sleeping? Get your ass in here!"
I shrugged and followed Guan Zengbin into the house. As soon as I stepped inside, Guan Zengbin grabbed my ear and said, "Wu Meng, do you really not know why you're here? If I don't go out soon, are you two going to get into something unmanageable? You're such a sly fox!"
I broke free from Guan Zengbin's grip and replied, "Catching Zhao Mingkun would naturally be a good thing, but don't you want to know who she's looking for here? Anyone who can make Zhao Mingkun come personally must be quite a catch. If you mess this up now, we might miss out on some valuable information!"
Guan Zengbin looked outside through the glass; Zhao Mingkun was standing in the courtyard, gazing up at the stars.
"I know you too well; you're just a rogue," Guan Zengbin said. "Don't use work as an excuse for dirty deeds. Look at her; she's staring at the stars. Who knows if she's reminiscing about some old flame? Don't let her charm you!"
I turned to look at Zhao Mingkun's silhouette. Suddenly, I felt like I had seen this scene somewhere before but couldn't quite recall where. There was something uniquely captivating about Zhao Mingkun that made my heart flutter. It felt as though I had known her for a long time; this was one of the reasons I agreed to Captain Shao's request.
I remember when I used to stand on the empty playground of the prison, looking up at the stars above.
I wonder if her childhood was spent in a similar way.
"Still looking!" Guan Zengbin waved his hand in front of me.
I pulled my thoughts back and said, "Did you consult Captain Shao? If Captain Shao were here, he would probably do the same. Sometimes, catching someone is just a task; what's more important is uncovering what lies behind them. It's easy to catch a murderer, but truly understanding why they committed murder is much more difficult."
Guan Zengbin lay on the bed and replied, "You're not wrong. Captain Shao told us to keep a close eye on her and find out her purpose for being here."
I turned off the light and smiled, "That's right."
With that, I jumped directly onto the bed. But as soon as I landed, a foot came down on my stomach. Before I could react, Guan Zengbin kicked me off the bed.
"Get lost! You think you can take advantage of me?" Guan Zengbin exclaimed. "You and your Wang Er Gou can sleep on the floor!"
At three in the morning, seeing Guan Zengbin sprawled on the bed like a pig, I was speechless. How could she trust me so much? Wasn't she afraid I would climb into her bed? I shook my head and gently patted Wang Er Gou to signal him to stay quiet. Then I tiptoed out of the room and approached the door of another room.
Picking locks was easy for me, after all, I had my background from my time in prison.
I quietly pushed open the door and found Zhao Mingkun sitting on the bed with his eyes closed.
It was my first time seeing someone sleeping while sitting up; it seemed Zhao Mingkun's vigilance ran deep into his bones. Unlike the carefree Guan Zengbin, Zhao Mingkun was overly cautious. And people like him must be very tired.
Sure enough, as soon as I closed the door, a gun was pressed against my head.
“It’s me, Sister Queen,” I quickly raised my hand and said.
Zhao Mingkun sat back down on the bed, wearing only her underwear, showing no intention of covering herself. She beckoned me over with a finger, signaling for me to come closer. I certainly couldn’t miss this opportunity, so I jumped up beside her. As we drew nearer, I could smell her unique scent and feel her breath.
Her soft hand slowly reached out to me, beginning to help me take off my clothes.
My hand also gradually moved to her back, removing her last layer of defense.
But just then, a chilling scream echoed through the air. The sound was startlingly loud, seemingly coming from our courtyard. It alternated between crying and laughing, punctuated by a “giggling” sound. The previous noises had been vague, but this one was terrifyingly clear.
It was Chu Mei from the legend.
I immediately rolled off the bed and pulled back a corner of the curtain to observe.
A woman in a Red Robe stood in the middle of the courtyard. My heart raced; I recognized that outfit from the Ghost Marriage ceremony—the stunning corpse dressed in a long red gown. At that moment, she faced the window, her hair hanging loosely in front of her, and the sound emanated from her mouth.
“Run!” I whispered urgently, but when I turned around, I found Zhao Mingkun had already dashed to the door.
Zhao Mingkun opened the door and rushed outside first while I remained at the window. If this truly was a ghost, I wanted to see how it would leave. If it were a person instead, I believed Zhao Mingkun’s skills would be enough to handle her.
However, as Zhao Mingkun ran out, the ghost suddenly flew up into the air, almost instantly leaping onto the roof and disappearing into the vast night. Even though I was mentally prepared for something like this, it still sent chills down my spine. Could this really be a ghost—the very corpse that had been carried in a sedan chair?
Why had this ghost come looking for us? Did we have some kind of grudge against her?
The courtyard lights were turned on, revealing Guan Zengbin standing there. She looked visibly shaken; it was clear she had been frightened out of her wits. If she hadn’t been holding onto Wang Er Gou all this time, she might have screamed by now.
I hurriedly ran out of Zhao Mingkun's house. Guan Zengbin saw me and pointed a finger at me, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately held back.
At that moment, Zhao Mingkun was only wearing his underwear, caught in the act by Guan Zengbin. He showed no signs of guilt: "It seems someone wants us to leave. I'll go put on some clothes and come back. You two check if there's anything left behind."
With that, Zhao Mingkun walked back into his house.
Guan Zengbin pulled Wang Er Gou over and exclaimed, "You old man! Did you crawl into someone else's bed in the middle of the night? You pervert..."
I wanted to respond, but I hadn't seen anything; I was interrupted by the female ghost.
I endured Guan Zengbin's incessant chatter, as if he were unleashing every curse he had ever known.
I carefully examined the ground, noticing a hole about the size of a thumb where the female ghost had stood. At that time, she had been standing in the yard without any movement, only emitting the Wailing of Ghosts and Wolves.
If she was indeed a ghost, why didn't she come into our house? Why did she run away upon seeing people? Why didn't she move at all? Or was it that she couldn't move?
"There are no footprints!" Guan Zengbin finally finished his tirade. "This kind of yellow earth leaves footprints with just a light step, but there are no footprints! Could she really be a ghost?"
I looked up at the roof; the wall on the north side of the Siheyuan was about three meters high, with a flat roof. If someone climbed onto the roof, they wouldn't leave footprints in the yard. The thumb-sized hole seemed to be as thick as the rebar that had been used to string up the skinned bodies. Perhaps someone had orchestrated all of this.
But why would someone do such a thing?
Could this incident be related to Zhao Mingkun?
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