August 06, 2023 by Wyrd
Ten minutes ago, Room 406 on the fourth floor was still a vibrant three-bedroom apartment.
A photo hung on the wall, showing the handsome male owner dressed in a suit and the beautiful female owner in a wedding gown. Next to them was a child of about three years old.
Clearly, it was a family portrait of the three.
The room was filled with potted plants, and there were freshly washed fruits and snacks on the table. The sofa had a blanket and toys for the child.
Despite the mess, a sense of warmth permeated the place. Just by looking at it, one could feel the happiness within.
However...
At this moment, the male owner in the photo lay in a pool of blood in front of the table, lifeless. His pupils were dilated, and he couldn’t close his eyes.
The male owner was dead, and a fruit knife was stuck in his chest. The clothes on his chest had several holes, as if he had been stabbed multiple times before dying.
A large amount of blood flowed from his chest, staining the floor beneath him, making the scene horrifying.
Probably due to the struggles before his death, there were bloodstains on the edge of the table, and the items on the table had been knocked onto the floor, adding to the chaos of the room.
It was a brutal murder.
And the murderer... was in the bathroom.
A man wearing a hat lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression. He was calmly washing the blood off his hands at the sink.
His attire was casual but looked exceptionally good on him, as if he was a model. The part of his face visible under the hat revealed a handsome and delicate appearance, with distinct features and an elegant aura.
The man’s fingers were slender and beautiful, as if they were a pair of piano-playing hands.
The water washed away the blood on his hands, flowing down the sink, creating a dripping sound that contrasted with the bloodstains spreading under the male owner in the living room, making the scene eerie and terrifying.
“Ding dong!“
[You received a text message, please check it.]
A sweet female voice came from the phone on the table, catching the man’s attention.
The man with a black hat turned around and glanced at the phone on the table, but he didn’t immediately go to check it. Instead, he continued to wash his hands.
Elegant and composed.
The man washed his hands slowly and carefully until there was no trace of blood left. Then he took a tissue from the side and dried his hands.
He then walked to the table and picked up the phone.
The phone clearly belonged to the male owner of the house and required a password or the man’s fingerprint.
The man squatted down, picked up the male owner’s hand, and placed the finger on the phone to unlock it.
There were seven or eight unread messages on the phone, and the man opened them one by one from the bottom up.
[Do you really have to cut off ties with us for him? What did that person do to deceive you? Have you ever thought about me and your mom?!]
[Yang Tianhao, do you have to make me and your mom worry to death before you are satisfied?]
[Your mom and I are getting old. We can’t handle your antics anymore.]
[Your sister has given birth. Come back and take a look, bring him along.]
These four messages were all from the same person, labeled as ‘Dad’. It seemed that the other went from strong opposition at the beginning to gradually compromising.
And Yang Tianhao should be the name of the man lying on the ground.
It’s a pity; it seemed he wouldn’t be able to go and see his little nephew.
The man stepped back and opened the next message.
[Big Brother Yang, thanks for helping me last time. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know what to do. How about I treat you to a meal sometime?]
The note was just a simple identification of a colleague with the name Chen Sihan. Probably a male.
The man didn’t pay attention to it and continued to open the next message.
[Mr. Yang, your son has injured another child. We need you to come and handle the situation.]
The message seemed to be from a kindergarten teacher, likely the teacher of the male owner’s child.
Nothing particularly special. The man clicked on the last message.
[Honey, I’ve bought the groceries and will be back soon.]
The man’s gaze froze for a moment. Even without reading the message, he could tell who sent it.
It’s the male owner’s wife.
The Xishan Residential Area had an excellent location, with kindergartens and hospitals nearby, and a supermarket and vegetable market downstairs.
It only took about ten minutes to get back here from the vegetable market.
The man had just finished washing his hands for about three to four minutes, which meant the male owner’s wife would be back soon.
She might already be on the way up in the elevator.
The man glanced at the lifeless body of the other man on the ground, feeling pleased, and began typing a reply.
[I’m already home, waiting for you.]
Message sent successfully.
The man pulled out the fruit knife from the other man’s chest, casually wiped it on a child’s blanket on the sofa, and then walked slowly towards the door.
However, he didn’t open the door but leaned against it, as if quietly waiting for the wife to return from grocery shopping.
Only three minutes had passed when footsteps sounded from outside the door, coming closer and closer until they finally stopped outside.
The next second, there was a sound of something being placed on the ground, followed by fragmented sounds, very faint.
It sounded like the rustling of clothes.
Was she... searching for her keys to open the door?
A smile crept up on the man’s lips as he gently grasped the doorknob and opened the door.
As the man opened the door, his hand quickly reached out, ready to pull the person inside.
After all, between a husband and wife, they must stay together forever to be happy. Wasn’t that so?
He was determined to fulfill this enviable love.
However, halfway through reaching out, the man’s hand suddenly stopped, and he looked at the woman standing at the door with a puzzled and dazed expression.
No, it wasn’t a woman.
It should be... a young man.
The young man at the door had delicate features, so beautiful that it was hard to tell if he was male or female. He seemed like the most perfect creation of God, exuding a beauty that was almost flawless. The corners of his phoenix-shaped eyes were slightly curved, forming a charming and enchanting arc. A teardrop mole adorned the corner of his eye, making him look extremely mesmerizing and simultaneously innocent and alluring.
Clean and mysteriously charming, everything about the young man seemed to merge perfectly, without any sense of contradiction, emitting an inexplicable allure that made it hard to look away.
The man could clearly see the young man’s long eyelashes tremble like feathers, casting beautiful shadows under his eyes, giving him an extremely obedient appearance.
It was as if the other was a carefully nurtured little kitten, so obedient that it softened one’s heart.
Though the man’s expression didn’t show any intent to harm, he had bloodstains on him and held a fruit knife in his hand, as if he was trying to drag someone.
Normally, when people saw such a horrifying scene, they would probably scream and run away immediately.
However, the young man in front of him seemed as if he hadn’t seen anything at all, showing no reaction.
The man’s gaze fell on the young man’s eyes, which were misty and beautiful yet lifeless, looking pure and flawless, without any impurities. Those eyes reflected everything they saw.
The room was lit, and the light refracted in the young man’s hollow eyes, as if countless flowing lights were dispersing.
Stunningly beautiful.
But his pupils seemed to be unable to focus.
The young man seemed to be... blind.
No, not seemed, but indeed the other was blind, the man immediately judged.
At first glance, the man could tell the young man’s condition.
Though the young man couldn’t see, it didn’t diminish his charm; instead, it added a fragility that evoked sympathy in every move he made.
Moreover, when the young man’s gaze brushed over, it seemed as if he was earnestly staring at something.
The man instinctively hid the knife in his hand, feeling somewhat uneasy, avoiding the young man’s gaze.
As the man averted his eyes, he saw a huge photograph hanging on the wall. After a quick glance at the photo, he looked back at the young man.
The young man resembled and didn’t resemble the woman in the photo on the wall.
The stiff appearance in the picture indeed showed the young man wearing a wig, dressed in a wedding gown.
However, the woman in the photo seemed like a delicate mannequin—beautiful, yet difficult to evoke any favorable feelings.
Because it was too artificial, as if it had been excessively retouched, she no longer looked like a human.
The man had seen that photo before but never expected the young man to look like this. He even felt that the photographer who took this picture didn’t deserve to be called a photographer.
They didn’t capture the young man’s slightest bit of beauty.
If he were the man in the picture, he would have beaten the photographer fiercely.
Perhaps it was because the man had remained silent for too long, which puzzled the young man standing at the door. He tilted his head and tentatively asked, “Husband?”
The young man’s clear voice sounded soft, carrying a hint of confusion, as if he was playfully coquettish.
Something instantly struck the man’s heart, and his hands trembled slightly.
Moreover, because of the young man’s head tilt, he looked somewhat clueless, appearing even more obedient.
The man gazed at the charming young man and, almost involuntarily, replied with a ‘yes’.
It seemed to be responding to the young man’s earlier call of ‘husband’.
The man responded with a faint “Mmm” instead, while reaching up to press down the hat he was wearing, covering his face as if he was afraid the young man would see it.
After finishing this action, he suddenly realized that the young man couldn’t see him at all and could only rely on his voice to recognize him.
He... couldn’t see...
Upon hearing the man’s voice, the young man at the door paused for a moment before speaking in a clear tone with a hint of confusion, “Is that you, husband? Your voice sounds strange.”
“It sounds a little... weird.”
Before killing the male owner, the man had heard his voice and found it not difficult to imitate.
The man coughed a few times, his deep voice hoarse and muffled, “I have a bit... of a cold.”
Seeing the concerned expression on the young man’s face, the man added silently, “I’ve already taken medicine.”
Except for the first “Mmm,” the other two sentences didn’t sound much different from the male owner’s voice, only a bit huskier, as if his throat was uncomfortable.
Indeed, he did sound like he had caught a cold.
The young man felt relieved upon hearing about the medicine, but his delicate brows furrowed slightly the next moment. “What’s that smell? Honey, what were you doing just now?”
Only then did the man recall the male owner lying in the living room and the unmistakable scent of blood that couldn’t be ignored.
The blind man’s sense of smell and hearing were much stronger than an average person’s.
Clearly, he couldn’t hide the truth.
Taking the dagger in his hand, the man cut his own palm without making any sound, and blood instantly welled up. However, his expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn’t feel pain at all. He looked at the young man before him and continued in a hoarse voice, “I was just cutting some fruits, and accidentally cut my palm.”
“Are you okay? How bad is the injury?” The young man seemed a little anxious at the explanation, taking a few steps forward, wanting to inspect the man’s hand.
August 06, 2023 by Wyrd
Ten minutes ago, Room 406 on the fourth floor was still a vibrant three-bedroom apartment.
A photo hung on the wall, showing the handsome male owner dressed in a suit and the beautiful female owner in a wedding gown. Next to them was a child of about three years old.
Clearly, it was a family portrait of the three.
The room was filled with potted plants, and there were freshly washed fruits and snacks on the table. The sofa had a blanket and toys for the child.
Despite the mess, a sense of warmth permeated the place. Just by looking at it, one could feel the happiness within.
However...
At this moment, the male owner in the photo lay in a pool of blood in front of the table, lifeless. His pupils were dilated, and he couldn’t close his eyes.
The male owner was dead, and a fruit knife was stuck in his chest. The clothes on his chest had several holes, as if he had been stabbed multiple times before dying.
A large amount of blood flowed from his chest, staining the floor beneath him, making the scene horrifying.
Probably due to the struggles before his death, there were bloodstains on the edge of the table, and the items on the table had been knocked onto the floor, adding to the chaos of the room.
It was a brutal murder.
And the murderer... was in the bathroom.
A man wearing a hat lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression. He was calmly washing the blood off his hands at the sink.
His attire was casual but looked exceptionally good on him, as if he was a model. The part of his face visible under the hat revealed a handsome and delicate appearance, with distinct features and an elegant aura.
The man’s fingers were slender and beautiful, as if they were a pair of piano-playing hands.
The water washed away the blood on his hands, flowing down the sink, creating a dripping sound that contrasted with the bloodstains spreading under the male owner in the living room, making the scene eerie and terrifying.
“Ding dong!“
[You received a text message, please check it.]
A sweet female voice came from the phone on the table, catching the man’s attention.
The man with a black hat turned around and glanced at the phone on the table, but he didn’t immediately go to check it. Instead, he continued to wash his hands.
Elegant and composed.
The man washed his hands slowly and carefully until there was no trace of blood left. Then he took a tissue from the side and dried his hands.
He then walked to the table and picked up the phone.
The phone clearly belonged to the male owner of the house and required a password or the man’s fingerprint.
The man squatted down, picked up the male owner’s hand, and placed the finger on the phone to unlock it.
There were seven or eight unread messages on the phone, and the man opened them one by one from the bottom up.
[Do you really have to cut off ties with us for him? What did that person do to deceive you? Have you ever thought about me and your mom?!]
[Yang Tianhao, do you have to make me and your mom worry to death before you are satisfied?]
[Your mom and I are getting old. We can’t handle your antics anymore.]
[Your sister has given birth. Come back and take a look, bring him along.]
These four messages were all from the same person, labeled as ‘Dad’. It seemed that the other went from strong opposition at the beginning to gradually compromising.
And Yang Tianhao should be the name of the man lying on the ground.
It’s a pity; it seemed he wouldn’t be able to go and see his little nephew.
The man stepped back and opened the next message.
[Big Brother Yang, thanks for helping me last time. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know what to do. How about I treat you to a meal sometime?]
The note was just a simple identification of a colleague with the name Chen Sihan. Probably a male.
The man didn’t pay attention to it and continued to open the next message.
[Mr. Yang, your son has injured another child. We need you to come and handle the situation.]
The message seemed to be from a kindergarten teacher, likely the teacher of the male owner’s child.
Nothing particularly special. The man clicked on the last message.
[Honey, I’ve bought the groceries and will be back soon.]
The man’s gaze froze for a moment. Even without reading the message, he could tell who sent it.
It’s the male owner’s wife.
The Xishan Residential Area had an excellent location, with kindergartens and hospitals nearby, and a supermarket and vegetable market downstairs.
It only took about ten minutes to get back here from the vegetable market.
The man had just finished washing his hands for about three to four minutes, which meant the male owner’s wife would be back soon.
She might already be on the way up in the elevator.
The man glanced at the lifeless body of the other man on the ground, feeling pleased, and began typing a reply.
[I’m already home, waiting for you.]
Message sent successfully.
The man pulled out the fruit knife from the other man’s chest, casually wiped it on a child’s blanket on the sofa, and then walked slowly towards the door.
However, he didn’t open the door but leaned against it, as if quietly waiting for the wife to return from grocery shopping.
Only three minutes had passed when footsteps sounded from outside the door, coming closer and closer until they finally stopped outside.
The next second, there was a sound of something being placed on the ground, followed by fragmented sounds, very faint.
It sounded like the rustling of clothes.
Was she... searching for her keys to open the door?
A smile crept up on the man’s lips as he gently grasped the doorknob and opened the door.
As the man opened the door, his hand quickly reached out, ready to pull the person inside.
After all, between a husband and wife, they must stay together forever to be happy. Wasn’t that so?
He was determined to fulfill this enviable love.
However, halfway through reaching out, the man’s hand suddenly stopped, and he looked at the woman standing at the door with a puzzled and dazed expression.
No, it wasn’t a woman.
It should be... a young man.
The young man at the door had delicate features, so beautiful that it was hard to tell if he was male or female. He seemed like the most perfect creation of God, exuding a beauty that was almost flawless. The corners of his phoenix-shaped eyes were slightly curved, forming a charming and enchanting arc. A teardrop mole adorned the corner of his eye, making him look extremely mesmerizing and simultaneously innocent and alluring.
Clean and mysteriously charming, everything about the young man seemed to merge perfectly, without any sense of contradiction, emitting an inexplicable allure that made it hard to look away.
The man could clearly see the young man’s long eyelashes tremble like feathers, casting beautiful shadows under his eyes, giving him an extremely obedient appearance.
It was as if the other was a carefully nurtured little kitten, so obedient that it softened one’s heart.
Though the man’s expression didn’t show any intent to harm, he had bloodstains on him and held a fruit knife in his hand, as if he was trying to drag someone.
Normally, when people saw such a horrifying scene, they would probably scream and run away immediately.
However, the young man in front of him seemed as if he hadn’t seen anything at all, showing no reaction.
The man’s gaze fell on the young man’s eyes, which were misty and beautiful yet lifeless, looking pure and flawless, without any impurities. Those eyes reflected everything they saw.
The room was lit, and the light refracted in the young man’s hollow eyes, as if countless flowing lights were dispersing.
Stunningly beautiful.
But his pupils seemed to be unable to focus.
The young man seemed to be... blind.
No, not seemed, but indeed the other was blind, the man immediately judged.
At first glance, the man could tell the young man’s condition.
Though the young man couldn’t see, it didn’t diminish his charm; instead, it added a fragility that evoked sympathy in every move he made.
Moreover, when the young man’s gaze brushed over, it seemed as if he was earnestly staring at something.
The man instinctively hid the knife in his hand, feeling somewhat uneasy, avoiding the young man’s gaze.
As the man averted his eyes, he saw a huge photograph hanging on the wall. After a quick glance at the photo, he looked back at the young man.
The young man resembled and didn’t resemble the woman in the photo on the wall.
The stiff appearance in the picture indeed showed the young man wearing a wig, dressed in a wedding gown.
However, the woman in the photo seemed like a delicate mannequin—beautiful, yet difficult to evoke any favorable feelings.
Because it was too artificial, as if it had been excessively retouched, she no longer looked like a human.
The man had seen that photo before but never expected the young man to look like this. He even felt that the photographer who took this picture didn’t deserve to be called a photographer.
They didn’t capture the young man’s slightest bit of beauty.
If he were the man in the picture, he would have beaten the photographer fiercely.
Perhaps it was because the man had remained silent for too long, which puzzled the young man standing at the door. He tilted his head and tentatively asked, “Husband?”
The young man’s clear voice sounded soft, carrying a hint of confusion, as if he was playfully coquettish.
Something instantly struck the man’s heart, and his hands trembled slightly.
Moreover, because of the young man’s head tilt, he looked somewhat clueless, appearing even more obedient.
The man gazed at the charming young man and, almost involuntarily, replied with a ‘yes’.
It seemed to be responding to the young man’s earlier call of ‘husband’.
The man responded with a faint “Mmm” instead, while reaching up to press down the hat he was wearing, covering his face as if he was afraid the young man would see it.
After finishing this action, he suddenly realized that the young man couldn’t see him at all and could only rely on his voice to recognize him.
He... couldn’t see...
Upon hearing the man’s voice, the young man at the door paused for a moment before speaking in a clear tone with a hint of confusion, “Is that you, husband? Your voice sounds strange.”
“It sounds a little... weird.”
Before killing the male owner, the man had heard his voice and found it not difficult to imitate.
The man coughed a few times, his deep voice hoarse and muffled, “I have a bit... of a cold.”
Seeing the concerned expression on the young man’s face, the man added silently, “I’ve already taken medicine.”
Except for the first “Mmm,” the other two sentences didn’t sound much different from the male owner’s voice, only a bit huskier, as if his throat was uncomfortable.
Indeed, he did sound like he had caught a cold.
The young man felt relieved upon hearing about the medicine, but his delicate brows furrowed slightly the next moment. “What’s that smell? Honey, what were you doing just now?”
Only then did the man recall the male owner lying in the living room and the unmistakable scent of blood that couldn’t be ignored.
The blind man’s sense of smell and hearing were much stronger than an average person’s.
Clearly, he couldn’t hide the truth.
Taking the dagger in his hand, the man cut his own palm without making any sound, and blood instantly welled up. However, his expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn’t feel pain at all. He looked at the young man before him and continued in a hoarse voice, “I was just cutting some fruits, and accidentally cut my palm.”
“Are you okay? How bad is the injury?” The young man seemed a little anxious at the explanation, taking a few steps forward, wanting to inspect the man’s hand.
