Chapter 8.6: Another [Necrophiliac Killer]
Another [Necrophiliac Killer]
Lately, there have been an unusual number of police officers on the streets.
Is it because of the dismemberment murder cases? I heard the death toll is still increasing, but it has nothing to do with me.
I parked my car in the school parking lot. As soon as I opened the car door, two female students on bicycles rode towards me. They quickly braked and saluted me when they saw me.
“Good morning! Teacher Luo.” x2
I casually closed the car door, put the car keys in my pocket, and responded with a hearty smile.
“Yes, good morning. There aren’t many days left until the college entrance examination, right? Keep up the good work and hang in there, Meng Lijing, and Sun Mengyao.”
I have memorized the names of all the students in this school.
I will never misidentify someone.
“Ah, yes, yes!”
“Heh heh, I’ll head to the office first then.”
After waving goodbye to the two female students, I left the parking spot first. Their quiet voices could be heard from behind me.
“Wow, Teacher Luo is so handsome! I feel energized for the whole day!” “Yeah, yeah. It’s a shame Teacher Luo is only the homeroom teacher for the first-year students. I’m so envious of the senior girls!” “Speaking of which, Teacher Luo just recognized us. Not only is he handsome, but he’s also thoughtful. If only…” “Don’t even think about it. Even the prettiest girl in our grade, Wang Jingyi, confessed to the teacher and was rejected!” “I heard she was so heartbroken that she stopped coming to school…” “Sigh, I really don’t know what type of girl Teacher Luo likes…” “Maybe he likes more mature women.”
Well, what a shame. I like them younger than me.
It’s better to be lively, preferably a pure virgin.
Walking into the school building, I went straight to the third floor. My office is on the left side of the corridor.
“Hey! Xu Nan, don’t run around the hallway!”
“Yo! Old Luo, morning! We have a PE class this afternoon. Do you want to play ball together?”
“No, I have a class this afternoon. You guys go ahead and play.”
“…What a shame.”
“You better shape up, kid. If you fail the final exams, I won’t let you off the hook.”
“Heh heh, got it!”
Although I am popular with female students, I also get along well with male students. While I have no interest in them whatsoever, I am observing whether there is anyone similar to me. If there is, maybe I can guide them… Unfortunately, I haven’t met the right candidate so far.
As you can see, I am a high school teacher.
I teach Chinese at Qingjiang High School.
“Teacher Luo, you’re early today.”
“Ah, good morning, Teacher Jiang. I didn’t encounter any traffic jams this morning.”
A very ordinary workplace environment.
Although I have a face that looks like the protagonist in a campus drama starring teachers, in reality, such entanglements and commotions rarely happen.
It’s not that there are no disputes, but they are never particularly significant.
However, the job of a high school teacher dealing with seventeen or eighteen-year-old students in puberty, with their chaotic and unpredictable minds, requires careful navigation.
If one cannot grasp the “degree” properly, they will get entangled in matters that have nothing to do with them.
One cannot interfere too much, can’t manage too much, but also cannot let them be completely unsupervised.
Do not invest too much emotion; maintaining a friendly relationship is enough.
This is the so-called “Doctrine of the Mean.”
In this way, most problems can be avoided, one can blend in appropriately with the surrounding environment, and no one will become “suspicious.”
Because my face is quite good-looking, I have good relationships with people. To the students, I might be a handsome young teacher, and to my colleagues, I am likely a law-abiding and honest young teacher.
My actions over a long period have successfully imprinted this image in the minds of others.
This is my identity in “society.”
Others have branded this high school teacher named “Luo Xinhai” with white labels.
With this reliable identity that can gain the trust of most people, I can….
Ding ling ling ling–
The bell for the end of class rings.
“Ah, class is over. I didn’t get to finish the story again… But it’s okay, right? It has nothing to do with the exam anyway.”
“Teacher, you always do this. Finish telling the story before you go!”
“Next time. I’ll tell you in the next class.”
“Old Luo, you said the same thing last class! And then you changed to a different story this class! When will we ever hear the complete story? You could at least briefly tell us the ending.”
“Ahaha– Oh dear, I suddenly remembered I have papers to grade. I’m leaving now!”
“Hey?! Stop Teacher Luo!”
Some students got up to block me, but I still ran out of the classroom ahead of time.
I just told them a few stories I experienced out of sheer interest, and surprisingly, they were quite engaged…
“Teacher Luo, N.”
“Oh? It’s you. What’s wrong?”
On my way back to the office, I encountered a distressed female student.
She seemed to have been waiting for me specifically, likely with something to discuss.
“Teacher… *sob*… Teacher!”
She suddenly burst into tears.
I put my hand on her shoulder and asked.
“Don’t worry, what happened?”
“This morning I spoke with Jingyi’s mom. She said she hadn’t… been in contact… since last Wednesday.”
“What?! She ran away from home?”
“Yes, they’ve already reported it to the police, but they haven’t found her yet.”
I lowered my head, feigning a sad expression, and said in a mournful tone.
“This is truly… It must be because I rejected her confession…”
“No, this isn’t… Teacher… you have your position as a teacher.”
It’s not uncommon for girls to run away from home, but for Wang Jingyi, the top student in the third year, to suddenly disappear is quite unusual.
Especially recently, with the dismemberment murder cases still lingering, anyone would probably suspect she might have become a victim.
She’s Wang Jingyi’s best friend, she must be very sad. I patted her shoulder and comforted her.
“If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know. I’ll also keep an eye out for any news about her. Don’t be too upset.”
“Yes… Thank you, Teacher. I wish Jingyi would come back…”
“Ahhh… Ah…”
What a pity.
You will never see Wang Jingyi again.
For.
I buried her.
I was rather reluctant to bury her when I did. If she hadn’t started to rot, I would have really wanted to keep her at home…
If I were a wealthy second-generation heir, I would definitely collect the corpses of all the women I killed. I would be able to see my beloved women every day, and my heart would be filled with immense satisfaction. Ah, just thinking about that feeling is wonderful.
Unfortunately, I am just an ordinary high school teacher.
That night, I pretended to run into Wang Jingyi, who was wandering the streets after being rejected by me.
Later, I easily coaxed her into bed with a few honeyed words.
Destroying her with my own hands.
After enjoying the soft body of a pure girl, at her happiest moment, I inflicted the pain of being torn apart and the terror of death.
Watching her spit blood, looking at me with disbelieving eyes filled with despair… reaching out to me with her last ounce of strength… That feeling…
It was incredibly cool.
The moment I fell in love with her, I killed her, and from the immense gap of losing my lover, I gained unparalleled **.
Then, I wept with joy because I had obtained all of my lover (her corpse).
I held her corpse in my embrace, feeling its warmth, kissing her cold lips…
I really couldn’t help myself.
I have a “hobby” of violating, harming, tearing apart, and destroying women I “fancy.”
Unlike random killings where one simply chooses victims aimlessly, I only kill women I deem worthy.
I revel in creating corpses.
I am probably a pervert who likes the corpses of women.
If this continues, I will be caught someday.
The crimes I have committed will be revealed to the public, and people will surely be horrified by what I have done, curse me, and spit on me.
But, so what?
As long as I am happy, right?
Under the cover of SF Light Novel.
Who cares about them?
I pursue a stable life during the day, solely to ensure the safety of my nighttime entertainment and to gain more *.
So far, I have killed twelve women.
All of them were pure virgins.
Every once in a while, I would choose a target, collect information, and devise a plan specifically for them. It was like playing a game.
Step by step, I would execute the plan and finally succeed in defeating the BOSS.
The entire process, from selecting a target to executing the plan, takes about two to three weeks. After all, I am a teacher during the day, and can only dedicate my evenings to my hobbies.
Sometimes, in order to track them, I would often return home very late… But I thought those times were completely worth it.
Whether it’s my daytime self or my nighttime self, both are part of me. This is not contradictory.
Whether it’s teaching and educating people or being a Necrophiliac Killer, I am both. I cannot live without either.
As long as I maintain balance, I can continue in the current state.
However, a while ago, a fellow killer with clumsy methods suddenly appeared, causing a stir throughout the city and affecting me as well. I endured for a long time.
Recently, I finally managed to avoid the limelight and immediately struck.
But it’s still not enough. It’s completely not enough.
She only barely met my minimum standards.
She was just an appetizer; I still need to choose the main course.
And I have already selected my next target…
*Hmph! Go to hell!
Tsk, damn it. Why did I think of that woman…
That woman living upstairs from me… She was incredibly ugly.
When I first saw her back, I was under the illusion that she would be the destined other half I had always anticipated in my life.
But then, I saw her face, and it was so hideous.
The most fatal thing was that despite being so ugly, she still attracted me…
For the first time since I was born, such complex emotions welled up in my heart. I couldn’t distinguish between liking and disliking her.
So, I decided to stay away from this strange, ugly woman.
I tried to avoid her as much as possible and was even prepared to move.
However, about a month ago, I happened to encounter that woman in the elevator. Only wanting to escape quickly, after leaving the elevator, I…
A peerless beauty.
The beauty that made me freeze in place, a beauty I had never seen before. If the four great beauties of ancient times were alive, they would be no match.
What’s even stranger is that the woman had horns on her head?
Or did she get plastic surgery?
At that moment, my blood rushed, and my lower body became erect. All I could think about was her giving me the middle finger, and in the end, I even masturbated several times.
I became completely infatuated with that woman I had only met once!
However, the next time I met that woman, she was her usual ugly self.
Perhaps my mind has finally broken. I imagined that ugly woman as the destined one in my heart.
But why that ugly woman? Tsk, it makes me sick just thinking about it.
Well, let’s not dwell on her.
Let’s get back to my current target.
This time, the target is not a student from our school, but a student from Qiangshui High School.
Her name is An Keling.
Seventeen years old, petite, lively, and an innocent girl.
She perfectly fits my “sweet spot.” Just looking at her excites me.
I can’t wait to possess her…
I want to kiss her lips, hear her screams, see her flushed… I want to cut open her abdomen, and embrace her corpse!
The target is set. I will start by investigating her information and devising a plan specifically for her.
Watching her fall bit by bit is also a very interesting process.
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