novelhk Chapter 118 Punishing the World 8
Chapter 118 Punishing the World 8
In a daze, a cold hand slipped inside her shirt, and bony fingers casually caressed the delicate, soft skin of her waist.
Ni Qing suddenly opened her eyes wide, reacting even more intensely. She glanced sideways at the hospital bed where Wei Juan was lying. The dim moonlight extended in from the window, shining on the thin curtains.
I can't tell if there are people or not over there.
The man before her was fierce and brutal. It was less a kiss and more a deliberate tearing and biting, as he swept away and licked the sweet-smelling blood.
The hand still lingered around her waist, but Ni Qing's eyes turned cold, and she slightly parted her lips, seemingly relaxing her guard. The other person was somewhat surprised by her cooperation and chuckled with a hint of pleasure.
A low, clear laugh echoed in the dark hospital room, but it sounded eerie and sinister to her ears.
She lowered her eyes and bit back fiercely.
The force was great, but he remained relaxed and even somewhat excited by her strong response.
He spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, feigning a bit of his own voice, "You're so fierce, what should I do? I love you so much I want to kill you."
He slowly kissed her hair, forehead, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, even with an unusual tenderness and affection, and tenderly covered her lips, which were covered with bite marks.
Ni Qing didn't speak, but glanced at the bag beside her, where a corner of an inconspicuous fruit knife was visible. Taking advantage of the other person's inattention, she suddenly pulled her wrist out of its restraint.
If there were lights, you would definitely see red marks all over her fair wrists, which shows how much force was applied.
Ni Qing successfully grasped the fruit knife, but the other party remained unconcerned, as if it were merely a laughable counterattack by the prey before its death.
She suddenly hugged his waist and plunged the fruit knife into his back. The touch was slippery and warm, and the smell of blood grew strong, spreading to every corner of the room.
She could feel the liquid slowly seeping into her palm, but the man remained completely at ease, showing no intention of pushing her away even after being cut.
She was held even tighter.
What kind of madman is this!
Ni Qing only became somewhat manic after realizing it too late.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and said lazily, "You kill me, then I kill you. We're such a perfect match." After a moment, he added regretfully, "Fine, I'll let you go this time."
The man in the darkness curled his lips into a smirk, his unrestrained laughter echoing through the corner. He slowly leaned close to her ear and said:
See you next time.
Ni Qing's pupils constricted, then her neck was struck, plunging her into a state of chaos.
She had originally thought that with such a commotion, the staff would definitely be attracted, and then she would see how he managed to escape unscathed.
She also left a wound on that person's lips, and a stab wound on their back. If she really is the murderer, she probably won't be able to hide this time either.
As a result, this person was seriously injured but was still able to act as if nothing had happened, and still had the strength to knock her unconscious.
The next day, bright light shone through the window.
The woman on the bed had bright red lips covered with tiny teeth marks. Her eyes were slightly closed as she slept peacefully, exuding a kind of sadistic beauty.
Soon, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The glaring light was uncomfortable.
Her first reaction was to look at her palms, which were clean. There was no blood on the sheets, and even the fruit knife had been taken away.
She got up, pulled back the curtains beside the bed, and found the room empty.
Ni Qing immediately pressed the call button, and when the nurse finally arrived, she couldn't wait to ask, "Where is the patient in the next bed?"
The nurse was taken aback, and slowly said, "It seems like you went downstairs to the cafeteria to buy breakfast just now. What happened?"
The other person didn't immediately press for answers, but pondered for a moment: "Did you hear anything last night? Does he have any wounds? How does he look?"
The nurse said, "I didn't hear anything last night..." There seemed to be a small cut on her lip, with a little blood seeping out, but when her eyes fell on the same wound on the woman's lips, she subconsciously swallowed the words that were about to come out.
"There are no wounds."
She knew Wei Juan, but her professional ethics wouldn't allow her to be infatuated. She could only grit her teeth and curse Ni Qing for being a scoundrel who took advantage of her vulnerability.
If this gets out to someone with ulterior motives, the rumors will spread like wildfire. She can't expose something like this.
Ni Qing, unaware of her thoughts, frowned slightly. Last night, her intuition told her it might be the male lead, but the nurse said he was perfectly fine.
Was all of this just an illusion? Or just a dream?
However, the wound on my mouth was still noticeable, and every time I spoke, I felt a sharp, stinging pain.
What did that person mean by "see you in the next round"? Did he know that he was an intruder in the world?
The overwhelming amount of suspicious information gave her a headache: "Thank you, I'll go find him now—"
Before the words were even finished, a series of screams echoed through the hallway.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately ran over.
The screams came from the elevator entrance. By the time she ran over, the area was already surrounded by people, layer upon layer, and she managed to squeeze through.
shocking.
The elevator doors, flashing warning lights, remained open for a long time. A young man sat lazily in the corner, his body covered in numerous knife wounds, blood spreading across the floor.
Each wound was deep enough to expose the bone; the perpetrator showed no mercy. Even his usually pale face was now covered in cuts and bruises.
She stared blankly at Wei Juan's corpse, her gaze slowly moving down to the fatal wound in his chest.
A small fruit knife was stuck in his heart.
That was the fruit knife she used last night.
He was expressionless, his eyes tightly closed, and there was no breathing; he had clearly just died. Two large, blood-red characters were written in the elevator lobby:
Love you.
Wei Juan's hands were also covered in blood.
The onlookers recognized him and cried out his name in heart-wrenching sobs.
Who killed him? How could someone commit such evil so quietly right under our noses?
The missing fruit knife belonging to Ni Qing is still on the male protagonist. If it really was the work of the murderer, was he trying to use the fact that her fingerprints were on the handle of the knife to frame her?
The system alert has not yet been issued.
This incident naturally alarmed the police, and even paparazzi from the entertainment industry flocked to the scene. A deluge of marketing accounts spread the news across the internet.
Famous artist Wei Juan has died.
Wei Juan is suspected of being murdered.
It quickly became a trending topic and sparked heated discussions.
The police arrived shortly afterward, cordoned off the elevator entrance, and took photos as evidence. The surrounding crowd was also dispersed, including Ni Qing.
The hospital building was sealed off to prevent prisoners from escaping in the chaos.
The officer put on sterile gloves, removed the fruit knife, and checked fingerprints in public.
Even the surrounding surveillance cameras could only capture the footage; the damaged memory sticks prevented playback.
When Ni Qing heard the news, she remained calm: "6."
The police officer who performed the autopsy looked extremely grim.
Because there were no fingerprints on the fruit knife.
The person carefully removed her fingerprints.