Chapter Fifteen: The Woman Who Brushed Past Him

  I pondered this psychological journey, although I was filled with resentment towards Wang Yongshun, but also slightly understood his perverted process: he had a crush on his own sister but couldn't have her, so he fell in love with belly buttons and became a fetishist. His sister repeatedly rejected him, making him extremely self-abased and deeply traumatized, leading him to vent his desires on corpses that couldn't resist.

  Can't help but sigh. The creator plays with humans, fate plays with humans, heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs.

  I don't believe in fate, I believe I can control my own destiny.

  However, a phrase has been circulating in universities recently: when the university gets up from your body with its pants on, you realize that in these four beautiful years, it's not that you went to college, but rather the college came onto you. Similarly, when fate toys with you until you're left with nothing but your underwear, looking back on your life, you discover that the so-called twists and turns of fate are like manipulating a puppet on strings, turning your life upside down, and unknowingly leading you astray...

  Apart from Cici, who is this Chen Ziqi? It seems that many things were arranged by him, as if he was Wang Yongshun's boss. The mastermind behind the scenes?

  I flipped over a few more pages and found that the back was blank. So I turned to the very last page.

  Many people have the habit of writing important, unmentionable things on the last page. The last page represents a deep sense of hidden security in their minds. Especially for those with psychological abnormalities or lack of security, this is particularly true.

  As expected, there was something written on the last few pages.

  Nanle Road 85A Huqingping Road 188C28

  Then there is a table:

  (The table cannot be formatted in the article, so I can only post it as a picture. Sorry about that, mobile users.)

  The last "done" and the question mark were written in blue pen. The rest of the handwriting was black pen, and the strokes got fainter and fainter, as if they were about to run out of ink.

  I took a look at the table and, as expected, there was a blue pen lying on it.

  My phone is out of battery and I couldn't take a photo. Anyway, I have to memorize this thing first.

  After silently counting the numbers in my heart, I put this book and the white peach-shaped object back. Then find the battery box of the electromagnetic lock, dig out the two dry batteries that were short-circuited and burned by me, open the box with 12 dry batteries, take out two new batteries. Insert the old batteries into the empty slots in the box at will, and then install the new batteries. Then use a surgical knife to tighten the screws that fix the electromagnetic lock.

  The drawer was closed and pulled again, but the electromagnetic lock had already been reactivated and couldn't be opened.

  I took a glance at the ground beside me, where some newspapers were scattered about in disarray, a thick stack of them piled up from late April to just the other day. It seemed that this place was not even cleaned by the sanitation workers normally, and Wang Yongshun had been doing all the cleaning himself. I flipped through the trash can next to the desk again, where a crumpled newspaper and some discarded papers used for autopsy records were thrown away. The newspaper was from May 20th, with some crude drawings of a woman wearing a bellyband, scribbled in black lines. It must have been Qianqian.

  After rummaging through the trash can, there was nothing but newspapers and waste paper. He crumpled up the newspaper into a ball and threw it back. He couldn't help but feel curious about the woman drawn on it: what kind of woman would make Wang Yongshun think of her day and night?

  No matter what, this room no longer has anything that interests me. With the task now complete, I first wipe clean and put away the scalpel and surgical mirror. Next, I find the storage cabinet where I had previously placed the paper, and retrieve the frozen and dried inventory list from beside the female corpse's feet. At this point, it no longer has a single wrinkle, just like I had never crumpled it up before. I put it back in the file folder, tidy up the folder once more, arrange it according to its original order, and put it back in the cabinet, leaving not a single trace behind.

  Pull open the iron gate, enter the safety passage, lock the lock, I let out a breath.

  This trip was not in vain, and I gained a lot.

  I had no flashlight, so I could only feel along the wall and step by step leave from the safe passage.

  What time is it now? I don't know. But it must be in the wee hours. When I just came in, I had already exchanged greetings with the security guard. If I were to walk out of the hospital gate in a big way at this time, I would probably leave an impression on the security guard.

  I returned to the hall, not removing my gloves, and directly put my hands in my pants pocket, swaying past those pathetic cameras. The hall was very quiet, with only one woman holding a child, and several men dozing off on chairs. As I walked to the stairs, just about to go up, a woman came out and bumped into me. This woman was probably around 25 years old, tall and slender, not extremely beautiful but with clear eyebrows and eyes, relatively pleasant-looking, and had a very obedient and gentle appearance. I thought that if she were an SM enthusiast, she would likely be on the M side. She saw my strange attire and also gave me a once-over, and in just this one glance, I felt that there was something strange about this woman.

  Because when she was sizing me up, she seemed to casually glance over my wrists, the hem of my shirt and the cuffs of my pants. These two places are where it's easiest to expose my professional identity. Fortunately, my pockets were deep enough, otherwise she would have definitely noticed that I was still wearing medical gloves. Of course, if she was just checking out a member of the opposite sex, then I'm overthinking things.

  She was just a fleeting glance, and they brushed past each other. Although I thought it was strange, this hospital is after all a place of right and wrong for me, and I didn't want to cause trouble. Seeing that she didn't react, I also hurriedly went upstairs. First, I took out the cotton ball soaked in alcohol from my nose and casually threw it into the trash can in the corridor. Then, I found an unlocked doctor's office, picked up the phone, dialed the taxi company, and called a taxi. After that, I walked to the window by the stairs on the second floor and stared at the hospital entrance.

  There were few people calling taxis at this time, and the taxi arrived quickly. I saw the driver stop outside the hall door, looking like he was about to take out his phone to call me, so I hastily took off my gloves, went downstairs, and told the driver that I was the one who had called the taxi. With the taxi as cover, when we left the gate, it was a flash, and the security guard didn't even give me a glance.

  According to my estimate, except for leaving a glimpse in one or two cameras, this time I revisited the morgue, I still didn't leave any traces. Wang Yongshun will definitely not know that I have been here when he comes to work tomorrow.

  But I knew many of his secrets...

  I returned home, glanced at the clock and was surprised to find it was already 3 o'clock. Xiaoluqi wasn't waiting for me by the door to absorb my yang energy today, which made me feel a bit unexpected. I thought of that inventory list, could her body have been stolen from the freezer? I knew it was impossible, but still ran to check the freezer...

  She's still here. I let out a sigh of relief.

  Why was Wang Yongshun's substitute corpse able to deceive her family?

  Why did she suddenly stop sucking my yang energy?

  Is it because I took out that white peach-shaped thing from the refrigerator?

  Wasn't it that when I first saw her, she also had this thing by her side, only I was scared by her at the time and didn't notice?

  I lay on the glass door of the ice cabinet, gazed at Xiao Luqi's beautiful face for a while, thought about what had happened in the past, and felt that something was not right.

  I put Xiao Luqi back home in the refrigerator, during the time when Wang Yongshun came to my house and secretly put this thing in, she also crawled out of the refrigerator to absorb my yang energy. So to speak, the relationship between this white peach-shaped object and Xiao Luqi's movement after death should be a "sufficient but unnecessary condition".

  The term "sufficient but not necessary condition", or simply "sufficient condition", is a logical term. Between event A and event B, if event A occurs, then event B must occur, but without event A, event B may still occur. In short, it means: If there is, then necessarily; if not, then not necessarily not.

  When the white peach kernel is beside Xiao Luqi, she must have some action because of it, but without the white peach kernel, she may still have some action for some reason. So, this "some reason", isn't it me?

  What does it have to do with me? I'm not a Xiangxi corpse-refining household, nor do I have any special abilities. Why is there such a strange connection between her and me? No matter how hard I think about it, I just can't understand. I get up from my seat, "I was originally a carefree person on the Sleeping Dragon Hill..." I sing this famous aria of Zhuge Liang from the Peking Opera "The Empty City Strategy", while taking out a few strands of hair and a piece of gauze from my pocket, and walking into the bedroom.

  Something extremely annoying happened.

  Momo is actually lying on my bed.

  What the heck, my little heart, are you going to die if you don't do this? Or will you get pregnant? I pulled you out of the cabinet with leftover soup and still haven't taken a bath! Ah... my sheets... my pillowcase...