Chapter 4: Destroying the Corpse and Erasing All Traces

  "Get out of here, you son of a bitch!" My whole face contorted in rage as I yelled at him.

  What the hell curse, damn it's simply '迷' believed to death.

  I never believed in curses anyway, and now I don't even believe in ghosts or gods.

  It was this guy who played the prank, damn it.

  It almost drove me crazy.

  However, Tang Guangze just smiled lightly after hearing it. He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to me, but I didn't take it. All I heard him say was: "Now, you may not believe it, but soon, when you can't bear it anymore, you will naturally come looking for me. This is my contact information."

  I was still fuming, glaring at him fiercely and cursing: "Get out of here, I don't believe in any curse."

  Tang Guangze let out a sigh and put the business card on the table, saying to me: "Now you think it's too late to 'withdraw', see you next time."

  "Damn it to your mom!" I cursed, getting angrier by the second. The house was perfectly fine but now it's all bloody, my mood is so irritable that I feel like killing someone.

  After Tang Guangze left, I sat alone on the ground, and after a daze of washing in the bath, I saw the corpse on the ground, and the whole thing was another trance.

  I stood there, laughing like an idiot, muttering to myself: "Will I end up in prison? Will I get to eat free meals?"

  It wasn't until after a long while that I slowly came back to my senses, looking at the corpse on the ground, and only then did I realize that I had really done something terrifying.

  It was he who came crashing over himself, I had already given up killing him at that time, because I simply couldn't bring myself to do it.

  He is a human being, not a cat or dog.

  I immediately rushed into the room, took out the bedding and sheets, learned from the movie's method of destroying evidence, wrapped the beggar on the ground with a sheet, and then found a huge bag to pack up the body.

  Went to the bathroom and fetched a bucket of water, grabbed a rag, added a lot of bleach powder, wiped clean the bloodstains on the wall, and wiped clean the bloodstains on the floor.

  I wiped the entire bedroom clean, and at a glance, it looked much cleaner. I sniffed hard, but there was still a heavy bloody smell in the air. So I made another effort to wipe it again, and after feeling that the bloody smell wasn't so strong, I walked up to the corpse wrapped in a black bag.

  Luckily this beggar wasn't very heavy, at most over 90 kilograms. I carried him to the garage and then threw him into the trunk, directly getting on the highway to go.

  All the way, it was very safe, and I arrived at my destination. I took him down, picked up a few ropes, found some stones to prevent the body from floating on the water surface and being discovered by people. The stones could make the bag sink to the bottom of the river. After tying them tightly, I threw them into the river.

  After completing the steps of destroying the evidence and erasing all traces, I have thoroughly become a bad person.

  If I had called the police at that time, I would still be a good person. But I didn't do that because I thought no one would believe me. The police always emphasize evidence in their investigations and trials. At that time, my fingerprints were on the murder weapon, and he died in my house. Just based on this point alone, I would have gone to jail.

  About this point, I have thought very clearly, but now, I have destroyed all evidence and thoroughly gone down a road of no return.

  I'm still young, I don't want to go to jail.

  When I returned to the city, it was already five o'clock. I directly stopped the car at the entrance of the pharmacy and waited for them to open the door. I guess I was too tired, so I fell asleep in the car.

  What woke me up was the gradually noisy sound, when I opened my eyes and looked at my watch, it was past 11. I suddenly looked at the 'pharmacy' across from me and saw that it had already opened for business. So, I got off the car and went to the pharmacy to buy some chemical luminescent reagent, bleach, and also went to the market to buy a few catties of pork.

  Back home, swept the bedroom once, sprinkled luminol reagent, carefully sprinkled around the 'door' area, fortunately, no reaction. The bloodstain should be cleaned up, the final step, put the pork 'meat' in the bedroom, after finishing washing, went to the store.

  After arriving at the store, I fell asleep on the chair after finishing dinner.

  I fell asleep and was woken up by a fright.

  I sprang up, walked to the wall and stared at the bronze sword. Finally, I let out a sigh and was about to sit back in my chair when three men wearing black clothes suddenly walked into the store.

  Seeing customers coming in, I quickly sprang into action and asked: "I don't know what the few of you want to buy?"

  A man of medium build and wearing gold-rimmed glasses stared at me with a smile, asking: "Are you the owner of this antique shop?"

  "Yes." I nodded and asked: "I wonder what kind of treasure you need to collect?"

  "No." The man with glasses shook his head and said, "I didn't come here today to buy things, but to find you."

  Now I'm in a sensitive state of mind, so I took a step back and stood still before sizing them up, making sure I'd never seen him before, then said, "I don't know you guys."

  The man with glasses smiled and said mysteriously, "You don't know me, but I know you. There's something I need your help with."

  Facing this sudden stranger asking for help, I shook my head and refused: "Sorry, I think you must have mistaken me for someone else, I won't be able to help you."

  I'm not blind, these people are obviously not good guys at first glance. I've heard before that the antique shop on White Swallow Street is often robbed, and even after reporting to the police, they can't find those criminals.

  The conclusion given by the police is just a cliché, nothing special at all.

  Now, it seems they have shifted their attention to this small antique shop of mine.

  Damn it, my dad's business can only afford to pay rent and living expenses, even going out to pick up a chick requires tightening the purse strings, but there's still some spare change for a good scam.

  "Haha……" The bespectacled man suddenly burst out laughing, staring tightly at my eyes and said: "Boss Chen is really good at joking, who doesn't know that Boss Chen of Baiyan Street has been in business for two years and his business hasn't improved but declined. I let my men turn a blind eye to it, but now this store will probably have to be taken over by someone else."

  Upon hearing this, I asked with a serious expression: "Who are you, after all?"

  The man with glasses smiled and said: "Hehe, this is my business card."

  I took the business card handed over by the other party and looked at it carefully with my head down, only to find a line of words written on it.

  Hua Shi Art Investment Group

  "You're into art investment, what did you just say?" I asked, looking up.

  Investing in art is similar to running an antique shop, the only difference being that the scale of investment is larger. Moreover, bosses who can open art investment companies usually have a deep background, otherwise ordinary people cannot afford it.

  It's already quite obvious what he wants: to acquire the antique shop and turn it into his own business.

  "This is the contract. I hope you will transfer the ownership of this store to my company." The man with glasses put some documents on the table.

  What kind of international joke is this? I've worked so hard to open this store, and just when we finally have some cash flow, how could I possibly sell it now?

  "What if I refuse?"

  Seeing me reject him so bluntly, the bespectacled man was also slightly stunned.

  "Hmm, you dare to refuse our boss!"

  At this time, a tall man wearing black clothes stood up beside the bespectacled man and said in an unpleasant tone.

  I glanced at the burly man and asked faintly, "How can I not want to sign, are you going to force me?"

  "Back off." The bespectacled man rebuked the burly man, then looked at me with a smile: "Boss Chen, don't be too tense. This time I'm giving you an opportunity, and I also know that you're in dire need of money right now, so I've prepared a large sum to give to you."

  When I heard this, I felt like the other party was digging a pit for me to jump into. So I asked cautiously: "What if I don't sign? How do you plan to deal with it?"

  "Mr. Chen is a clever man, he signed the contract and everyone is safe." The bespectacled man smiled somewhat slyly, as if warning me that if I didn't listen to him, he would get rid of me, his eyes conveying this message.

  But I still want to confirm it after all this is my whole heart's blood.

  "Hurry up and sign this, you have one hour to move out." The man in black beside him shouted at me, stretching out a stone-like hand with a very sinister look.

  "Boss Chen, you'd better listen to him. Look at him, he really likes people like you who have just graduated not long ago. It's said that they all like having a 'back door'?" The man with glasses smiled softly.

  What?

  After walking out of the 'door'?

  Isn't this a riot?

  Damn it, I don't like men.