C65 Hope Is a Nightmare
C65 Hope Is a Nightmare
In the past, Bai Linger had long since rested when she was not on duty or duty. It was said that pretty girls all slept, and only those who started to wrinkle after thirty would regret staying up late at night.
She was now assigned to the street police station to work as a police officer, in charge of files, but of course she had no duty, no duty, and now she had no rest. She sat up in bed, leaning against the wall, her arms wrapped around her knees, staring out the window, her eyes wide, the corners of her mouth twitching from time to time, or shivering from time to time.
This was the standard side effect of being frightened out of one's mind. It also seemed like he had been possessed.
It wasn't that she didn't want to rest early, but she didn't dare to. She was afraid that if she slept until midnight, she would scream and get up from the bed. Xinn'er was sweating profusely.
She did not even dare to close her eyes. As long as she closed her eyes, Lee Nanfang's terrifying appearance would appear before her. He was even more terrifying than the demons that she could think of.
In her dreams, she carried with her the child of the devil. After giving birth in October, she gave birth to a monster who had a human body and a ghost head.
Who else would not be afraid of such a nightmare?
In the afternoon, she specially went to the hospital to consult a psychiatrist and came up with a similar excuse. She had nearly been killed by a criminal when she assigned a mission, which wasn't too surprising to the policewoman.
The psychiatrist had told her that the only way to deal with the horrors of the moment was to sit down and talk to the gangster and try to find out if he was kind-hearted.
That scumbag Lee Nanfang, would he have a kind side?
He was despicable, vulgar, shameless, and terrifying — The ringing of his cell phone suddenly rang. The frightened Xinn'er jumped up from her bed with a loud bang.
The caller ID showed that it was a public phone in the city.
She didn't think about who it was but out of professional habit, she grabbed her phone and answered it. "Hello, I'm Bai Linger. Who are you?"
"Officer Bai, please hurry over to the Glaze Clubhouse, which is located opposite the Qingshan Hotel on the scenic path."
An unfamiliar male voice emotionlessly came from the microphone, "Based on what I know, a case of premeditated rape and murder of a woman is currently taking place on the second floor of the clubhouse's Room Seven."
"What?" "Who are you?"
Bai Linger had long since forgotten that she was no longer a police officer. The police station she worked in didn't care about that area. However, she still received a call from a stranger and immediately asked who he was out of professional habit.
"Hurry up! Use the fastest speed possible! If you're too late, then it'll be too late!"
The man ignored Bai Linger's question and immediately hung up after saying that.
"Hey, hey!"
After feeding her cell phone a few more times, Bai Linger put on her clothes, put on her shoes, jumped off the bed and rushed out of the room.
In the parking lot in front of the residential complex, there was a Crown Prince motorcycle. When she was a police officer, the police had specially arranged this motorcycle for her. Perhaps out of carelessness, the police had sent her to a police station on the street and hadn't taken it back.
Boom, boom, boom!
The motorcycle's exhaust pipe made a deep, powerful sound, and when the dazzling lights lit up, it had already jumped out like a leopard.
After receiving that unfamiliar phone call, Bai Linger didn't expect that she was no longer a police officer, nor did she call the local police station to inform them of her intentions. All she wanted to do was to rush as fast as possible to the Glaze Clubhouse, which was more than ten kilometers away.
The person she hated the most was the criminal who violated women. If he fell into her hands, even if he didn't die, he would still be beaten to a pulp.
The Glaze Clubhouse was a small clubhouse that had just been opened. The air was still filled with the special smell of decorative materials, which made Yue Zitong, who was used to large clubhouses, a little uncomfortable.
However, this place was the most suitable. As they stood in front of the Room Seven's window, they would be able to see the entrance of the hall across from them. With Yue Zitong's good eyesight, she could see clearly every single person entering and exiting the hotel.
She was waiting for Jin Baiyong.
Who in China would dare to try such a despicable method on the Yue Clan's young miss? Not to mention the fact that they wanted to win money, no one would dare to do so in the whole of China. However, Jin Baiyong was being mischievous, so wasn't he asking to be crippled?
After lighting a cigarette, Yue Zitong walked into the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at the beauty inside. She put her hands on her waist, bent her right knee, and put on a coquettish pose.
"Beautiful. So beautiful. If I were a man, I would have used all the methods I had to get you."
It was said that the more beautiful a woman was, the more narcissistic she would be. That was very true. Wasn't Director Yue like that now?
"But what the heck is that Jin Baiyong? He wants to hit on you too? He really doesn't know the meaning."
Yue Zitong took a puff on her cigarette and sneered without a sound. She turned around and walked to the door and opened it — outside stood a man in a blue and black sportswear with a Sun Wukong mask on his face. His eyes shone with a devilish light.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, a person appeared outside the door. Yue Zitong was stunned for a moment before she instinctively asked this question. Then, she lifted her right foot and kicked towards that person's groin.
No matter who this masked man was, his sudden appearance in the room she wanted was enough to prove that he had no good intentions. If he wasn't robbing money, then he was a pervert, so there was no need to be polite, just start beating him up, and there was no need to ask for his opinion.
Although Yue Zitong's kung fu was not as strong as she thought, she was still able to deal with an average person with three to five kicks. The kick she sent out was quite ferocious and powerful.
He would first make this person lose the ability to move, then interrogate him in detail. What exactly was he trying to do? This was Yue Zitong's most common method.
The kick she threw out didn't work. Someone had opened the door with one hand and grabbed her ankle, then abruptly lifted her up. She lost her balance and instinctively reached out for the door frame, but the moment she did, a hand covered her mouth that was about to scream.
In that person's hand was a piece of white cotton yarn that exuded a strong, sweet fragrance. When that hand was covering her mouth, Yue Zitong smelled it and instantly understood what was going on: Enchanting Medicine!
As expected, the moment her nose and mouth were covered, Yue Zitong's left hand, which she was about to clench into a fist, drooped down powerlessly. All the strength in her body disappeared in an instant, and she collapsed limply to the ground.
The masked man reached out in time and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in his arms.
Yue Zitong had been in the National Security Agency for so many years, and because of professional reasons, she had come into contact with things like infatuation and medicine. Yue Zitong had been in the National Security Agency for so many years, and because of professional reasons, she had naturally come into contact with things like infatuation and medicine.
However, she had never come into contact with such a sweet and fragrant pill. It could make her lose her ability to resist for an instant, but she was still unconscious. Her mind was clear, and she could see what the masked man was about to do next.
After the masked man had bewitched her with medicine, other than kidnapping her or stealing her innocence, what else could he do?
Furthermore, from the way the masked man grabbed her ankle, Yue Zitong could tell that she was much stronger than him. Even if he didn't use any drugs, he would be able to take care of her in a matter of seconds.
Despair and terror pressed down on her like a mountain. Yue Zitong opened her mouth and wanted to scream for help, but no sound came out. She could only allow the masked man to place her on the sofa outside.
Just as she feared, the masked man began taking off her clothes. His movements were skillful and unrestrained. It was obvious that he was an expert at helping women bathe. Yue Zitong had easily become a big white fish.
Have I been forcefully tainted like this?
Looking at the mask as she began to undress, Yue Zitong wanted to cry, wanted to cry, wanted to commit suicide, didn't want to be sullied — but no matter what she wanted to do, there was nothing she could do except cry.
Soon, the masked man only had his shorts left. Behind the mask, there was a pair of dark eyes staring at her.
His shoulders were wide, his waist was thin, and his skin was bronze in color. There were numerous wounds on his skin, as if someone had once used a chisel to carve on his skin for days at a time.
"How am I? Am I a man?"
The man's arms were bent and his body was bulging like a fitness coach. He was jumping around like a frog and his cold and hoarse voice was filled with a demonic sense of pride, "If I had a child with you, it would definitely be perfect. The child will inherit your beauty, my strength. "
As previously mentioned, Yue Zitong didn't like the self-confident sissy Young Master Feng. She liked men like Holan Fusu. Usually, when they fought, they would be refined and elegant, but when they fought, they would turn into a strong lion.
There was no doubt that the masked man had a strong physique that Yue Zitong admired, but he was not Holan Fusu, not even — he was not Lee Nanfang!
Yue Zitong didn't understand why she would think of Lee Nanfang at this moment, but she felt that it was ten thousand times better to be bullied by that scumbag than by the masked man.
Maybe it was because Lee Nanfang had once had her before, and was also the Yue Clan Elder's favorite 'Eastern Bed Coverseer'?
Scram, scram!
Yue Zitong really wanted to answer the masked man's question with these four words. Her mouth moved and only let out a desperate snort. Her tears were even more urgent.
"Don't cry, I don't like women crying."
The masked man coldly said. He bent over and slowly stroked her body.
With goosebumps on her skin, she closed her eyes as the Demon Claw arrived.
She didn't even have the strength to kill herself, let alone resist. She could only endure the humiliation.
Yue Zitong wished she was dreaming. When she opened her eyes again, the demon was gone.
As expected, the demon had disappeared. After an unknown period of time, she opened her eyes.
Could it be that what happened just now was a nightmare?
Yue Zitong stared at the window dumbly. After a while, her relaxed state tensed up again.
This was reality. She was still lying on the sofa, but her clothes were gone. A light whistle came from the bathroom.