Chapter 78
I could kill like this
"Oh?"
Chen Yu stroked his chin, his gaze falling on her face: "Really, anything is fine with you?"
Zhou Xiaowei felt flustered under his gaze, but she still nodded vigorously: "Yes..."
Chen Yu looked at her for a few seconds and said, "I understand."
He extended his palm, the meaning couldn't be clearer.
Zhou Xiaowei's breath hitched, and she quickly pulled out a black invitation card.
Holding the invitation card in her hand, she hesitated for a moment.
"This card, I..."
"Whoosh."
Chen Yu didn't hesitate, snatched the invitation card, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Zhou Xiaowei: "..."
The anticipated probing and negotiation.
Even a possible ambiguous exchange did not occur.
The other party didn't give her any chance to perform at all.
Only then was Chen Yu satisfied. Excluding the one he gave to Dr. Josh, this was the third invitation card he had saved up in this game.
"Since you've chosen to join my vehicle..."
"Will your former teammates know?"
Chen Yu asked calmly.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhou Xiaowei's somewhat shy eyes: "Them? Those two good-for-nothings, one only trembles when things get tough, and the other is utterly useless. They'll never know."
Chen Yu frowned: "Never?"
Zhou Xiaowei said coldly, "Don't worry, they won't live past tonight. I've already checked; the railing on the east side of the second floor is loose. In the dark, it's perfectly normal for them to slip and fall..."
"After all, they're dead, which is clean for you, for me, and for our future vehicles."
Chen Yu stared at her silently, his face expressionless.
But in his eyes... there was only a deep sense of disgust.
"Oh, I see..."
Chen Yu slowly loosened his belt. "I'm a little tired. Let's see how well you've kept your promise."
...
...
About half an hour later.
Chen Yu put on his clothes and walked out of the storage room without looking back.
Inside the door, Zhou Xiaowei leaned against the cabinet and slumped to the floor.
Her shirt was disheveled, her skirt was askew, and her hair was stuck to her flushed cheeks with sweat.
He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
She slumped there, raised her eyes, and stared through the crack in the door at Chen Yu's departing figure.
Why...?
"Violence is one thing..."
"They didn't even give me an invitation card..."
Her eyes were blank; she didn't understand, she really didn't understand.
She clearly liked Chen Yu, this violent and domineering man.
Is he planning to give me the invitation card as a reward at the end of the mission?
On the other hand...
Chen Yu walked calmly, intending to return to his room.
He certainly wouldn't kill Zhou Xiaowei.
After all, she gave him an invitation card, and he still owed her a favor.
not to mention.
The fate of those two people in the bank team, including that bespectacled sycophant, is none of his concern.
However, after that happy time...
Chen Yu was certain that this hasty connection could not directly lead to a marriage.
Because Zhou Xiaowei may harbor resentment towards him.
But Chen Yu didn't care, since he had never thought of inviting this scheming woman into the car.
"?"
As he walked, Chen Yu frowned.
Again.
That feeling of having thorns in your back.
It was as if something was lurking in the shadows, its gaze slowly licking the back of his neck.
He whirled around, his gaze sweeping over his back...
The spacious lobby on the first floor was completely empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.
Or is it just my imagination?
No, absolutely not.
Chen Yu's heart sank slightly. Or... wasn't he alive?
He stood there, holding his breath for a good ten seconds, until he was sure no one was around.
He shook his head and started walking up the stairs.
"Perception seems to be more important than thinking."
Chen Yu pondered whether it was time to stop the sensitive 25 points.
Next, let's talk about perception.
After all, many times, you only have a sense of unease but can't actually perceive it, and that feeling is very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Chen Yu!"
An urgent call came from the right.
Chen Yu turned his head and saw the middle-aged man from the bank's team running over.
He had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes kept searching around.
"Have you...have you seen Xiaowei?"
"It's that...pretty young girl, she's on our team."
The middle-aged man said cautiously, "She's been separated from us for a while now and hasn't come back."
Chen Yu remained calm and shook his head: "I didn't see it."
The middle-aged man felt somewhat helpless.
Chen Yu then pointed to the west side of the hall: "Perhaps you can go and take a look over there. There are quite a few storage rooms on the first floor, and some of them are rather hidden."
The middle-aged man nodded upon hearing this: "Okay, thank you! Xiao Zhao has already gone to see him..."
Before the words were even finished!
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
A piercing scream shattered the silence of the villa!
From, Xiao Zhao?!
Chen Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. He exchanged a glance with the middle-aged man, and they both started walking.
Turning the corner of the corridor, you'll see a half-open storage room door!
Chen Yu frowned even more deeply; this was the place he had just left!
The middle-aged man walked in first, then immediately covered his mouth with both hands, his face turned ashen, and his whole body trembled violently!
Chen Yu also walked to the door...
In the dimly lit storage room, Zhou Xiaowei lay sprawled on the ground in a contorted position, her face pale and her eyes wide open and empty, with a dark stain spreading beneath her.
Her death was exceptionally tragic; two holes were pierced through her chest.
"No...it can't be! Xiaowei! Xiaowei, look at me!!"
The bespectacled man cried out incoherently.
"How could this be... You were perfectly fine just now... You said you'd be right back... We promised to live together... You lied to me... Get up!!!"
Chen Yu watched silently, then squatted down, his gaze fixed on Zhou Xiaowei's chest.
Sparkling glass shards.
The wounds were exactly the same as those of Su Si and Zhang Xuelei on the third floor.
"What exactly is that thing...?"
Chen Yu muttered to himself, preparing to head home.
But behind him, the bespectacled man, Xiao Zhao, suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Chen Yu's back.
"Was it you?! I'm asking you! Did you do it?!"
Chen Yu paused, but didn't turn around: "Are you questioning me?"
The middle-aged man standing nearby was shocked and rushed forward to grab Xiao Zhao's arm: "Are you crazy! Xiao Zhao! Shut up! This isn't the time to talk about this!!"
Xiao Zhao completely lost his mind, crying and shouting, "It was you! Xiaowei...her clothes were disheveled! It must have been you, you forced her! And then killed her to silence her!"
The middle-aged man turned pale with fright and tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late.
Chen Yu sighed softly, "If I wanted to kill her, would I need to go through all this trouble?"
Xiao Zhao was taken aback...
"Pfft!"
His head hit the ground!
The headless Xiao Zhao fell straight to the side, landing on top of Zhou Xiaowei's corpse!
Chen Yu flicked his wrist, wiping away the blood droplets from the blade: "See, I could easily kill like this..."
After saying that, he sheathed his steel knife and turned to leave.
The middle-aged man's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to even scream, only filled with fear.