Chapter 7: Spicy Pills
“Mmm… *Hoo*…?”
In the brightly lit living room, the white-haired girl lying on the sofa softly mumbled. The girl’s body trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her blood-red eyes still held a hint of confusion, and it took her a good while to slowly regain clarity.
Her body still felt sore and weak, as if she had been run over by several trucks. Her arms were extremely powerless.
Looking at the light yellow sofa in front of her, Lu Zhiyin gradually remembered something.
Leng Qing Qiu… that guy actually drugged her. Although she didn’t know why she did it, at least she wasn’t dead now.
She felt a little fortunate in her heart, and at the same time, a little uneasy. This was because Leng Qing Qiu’s current behavior was too far off from her in the game, which made Lu Zhiyin very unsettled.
In the kitchen, some water sounds could be heard. She didn’t know what Leng Qing Qiu was doing.
The air was filled with a strange meaty aroma. Perhaps Leng Qing Qiu was making breakfast?
Trying to think of Leng Qing Qiu in the best possible light, Lu Zhiyin used her gradually recovering arms to support herself and get up from the sofa. Then, her breathing hitched, and she almost screamed.
Blood, a lot of blood.
In the living room, a lot of uncoagulated blood extended all the way from Leng Qing Qiu’s bedroom to the outside, and the end of the blood trail led to the kitchen.
In the air, the faint smell of blood mixed with the meaty aroma from the kitchen. Lu Zhiyin didn’t dare to guess the source of this blood.
Her mind was racing, thinking of countermeasures.
She thought that if Leng Qing Qiu knew that she had discovered her identity as a serial killer, she would definitely die.
Just as she was thinking about how to escape, the sound of water in the kitchen stopped, followed by a sound of footsteps.
Her heart leaped into her throat. Lu Zhiyin quickly lay back down on the sofa as silently as possible and closed her eyes.
As long as Leng Qing Qiu didn’t know she was awake, she would be fine, right?
She was glad that she hadn’t made any noise when she woke up.
While Lu Zhiyin was pretending to be asleep, in the kitchen, the brown-haired girl wearing a white bathrobe came out of the bathroom.
She glanced at the pressure cooker on the stove and the two bulging black snakeskin bags next to it.
“Hoo… The work tonight is almost done. Only the final cleaning is left.”
Muttering to herself, Leng Qing Qiu simply dried the water from her hair with a towel, then walked to the stove and poured all the meat and meat broth from the pressure cooker into the snakeskin bags. She sealed the bag opening and didn’t rush to throw the bags out. Leng Qing Qiu filled a red bucket with water, then carried the mop and the bucket to the living room.
Skillfully cleaning the bloodstains on the ground with the mop, Leng Qing Qiu looked up. What met her eyes was the still sleeping girl on the sofa, and the empty cup on the coffee table.
Walking as she cleaned the bloodstains on the floor, when Leng Qing Qiu reached the bedroom door, she leaned against the wall and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand.
Her gaze swept over the white-haired girl on the sofa. She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but it seemed that the girl’s head was lower than when she was unconscious before, in a more comfortable position, not like she had suddenly fainted, but more like she had fallen asleep soundly.
“…”
Putting the mop back into the bucket, Leng Qing Qiu became somewhat vigilant.
She walked slowly towards the sofa, observing the white-haired girl on the sofa as she walked.
The girl didn’t react, as if she was really asleep, but Leng Qing Qiu was still uneasy.
She deliberately made her footsteps heavier and heavier. When she reached the girl’s side, she stood in place, pacing.
Bringing a finger close to the girl’s nostrils, she could feel the girl’s breathing was uneven, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
Continuing to pace, Leng Qing Qiu did not touch the girl, nor did she make any sound other than her footsteps.
She brought her ear close to the girl’s chest and listened to her heartbeat.
The heartbeat was heavy, as if she was very nervous.
At this point, Leng Qing Qiu had come to a conclusion: her childhood friend had woken up.
On the sofa, Lu Zhiyin listened to Leng Qing Qiu’s heavy footsteps by her ear. She kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to move at all.
Only when the footsteps gradually became lighter, and the sound of a door opening and closing reached her ears, did the footsteps finally disappear.
Only then did Lu Zhiyin finally open her eyes.
Then, a person appeared in her vision whom she absolutely did not want to see at that moment.
Leng Qing Qiu.
The bedroom door was tightly shut, and she stood quietly in front of the bedroom door, wearing a white bathrobe, looking at herself at her leisure.
They looked at each other in silence. Lu Zhiyin’s brain was somewhat frozen. She looked in the direction of the house’s main door. Her wheelchair was standing quietly at the entrance.
It was obvious that escaping was a fantasy.
At this moment, a word came to her mind—it’s over…
She had been tricked by Leng Qing Qiu?
Supporting herself with her arms on the sofa, Lu Zhiyin slowly stood up. She wanted to get off the sofa and struggle one last time, but she was so scared by Leng Qing Qiu’s words that she couldn’t move.
“Don’t move, or I will kill you.”
The icy words echoed in her ears, and Lu Zhiyin’s shoulders trembled.
She touched her chest. Her heart was beating faster and faster.
She thought that she had become very timid. She was no longer a man, or rather, she had never been a man in the way people understood it. After all, what normal big man would like to control the game protagonist to have sex with various characters in the game, and even laugh out loud because of the protagonist’s tragic fate?
Clenching her fingers into the fabric of the sofa beneath her, Lu Zhiyin dared not look into Leng Qing Qiu’s eyes.
“I… I didn’t see anything, don’t kill me…”
She tried to beg for mercy, but unfortunately, having lived in a normal society and encountered almost no danger, she didn’t even know how to beg for mercy. Her words were pale and weak, even somewhat laughable.
Leng Qing Qiu did not speak, but slowly approached.
Before long, Leng Qing Qiu had arrived at the coffee table. With an abnormal strength that Lu Zhiyin did not possess, she single-handedly pulled open the coffee table, and Leng Qing Qiu stood in front of Lu Zhiyin.
She leaned down and pinched Lu Zhiyin’s chin.
“…”
Forced to look up, Lu Zhiyin looked at the cold girl in front of her, and her body trembled once again.
“I really, really didn’t see anything…”
She was still trying to beg for mercy, but Leng Qing Qiu was unmoved.
She grabbed Lu Zhiyin’s collar and pulled her off the sofa.
Her body fell heavily to the ground. The pain brought her deeper fear.
In a panic, she tried to push Leng Qing Qiu away with her hands. Naturally, this had no effect on Leng Qing Qiu.
Leng Qing Qiu just frowned.
She picked up a glass cup from the coffee table behind her, smashed it, and then picked up a larger shard.
“Don’t move.”
Placing the glass shard against Lu Zhiyin’s neck, as Leng Qing Qiu’s voice came out, Lu Zhiyin’s actions stopped.
“Don’t… don’t kill me, I don’t want to die…”
Tears rolled down her eyes like pearls that had broken their string. Unlike the composure she had after her previous sudden death, now, for the first time, she experienced the fear of impending death.
After her last death, she came to this harsh world. What about now? What would happen after she died this time? Everything was unknown.
