TSM Chapter 21

In a spacious secret room, a huge rectangular container covered in black cloth stood in the center. The dim red lights cast a weak, depressing glow, and the air was thick with the pungent stench of ethyl acetate mixed with the metallic smell of blood. Five unconscious people lay in a row on the floor.

Butler Kàn dragged Yǐn Yuè and moved him in front of the black cloth. He put on a raincoat soaked in ethyl acetate and ripped open the massive black covering. Like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or the Emperor of Wang entrusting his heart to the cuckoo, tens of thousands of tiger-striped carnivorous butterflies fluttered within the rectangular mesh. They were much larger than normal butterflies, and their yellow, red, and blue tiger-striped patterns were strikingly beautiful.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the wall of the secret room, just wide enough for a person to enter and exit. Old Mr. Huò, leading Little Dié, entered the secret room, his foot touching the red button at the base of the wall, and the wall returned to its original state.

Old Mr. Huò, with a displeased expression, began selecting various tools from a long table. Finally, his finger rested on a sharp blade. He squatted beside Yǐn Yuè with a sinister smile, removing his silver-rimmed glasses, “Not bad looking, a pity…” The knife viciously aimed for his cheek, but Old Mr. Huò was shocked.

Why couldn’t he cut through it?

Yǐn Yuè smirked, abruptly opening his eyes and rolling to his feet, “Because… the quality of my skin’s fat is excellent.”

“You! How are you not unconscious?”

After a long silence, Old Mr. Huò repeatedly pulled the trigger, his face filled with disbelief, “What’s going on?”

“If I can let you take the gun, how could I leave you bullets, you fool!” Yǐn Yuè said, quickly snatching the gun, tucking it into his waist, and kicking him, sending him crashing into the wall, venting his anger.

Seeing this, Butler Kàn rushed towards the four unconscious people, pulling out his belt and tightening it around Sòng Zhèngkūn’s neck, “I’ll kill him if you move!” The force in his hands gradually increased. Seeing no reaction from Yǐn Yuè, he angrily strangled him to death and then rushed towards Mù Wǎn.

He hastily checked the condition of Sòng Zhèngkūn and Mù Wǎn, but they were no longer breathing. “Don’t move!” Old Mr. Huò, mimicking his actions, cunningly grabbed Little Dié and held her hostage, placing a knife against her neck, threatening Yǐn Yuè again, “If I move again, I’ll kill her, so I don’t leave empty-handed!”

Yǐn Yuè laughed wantonly, clearly mocking, with a strange scarlet glint in his eyes, “Be my guest~”

“Am… am I crazy? You… you wouldn’t really kill her.” He said, increasing the pressure, but it wasn’t hard to see that his fingertips were pressing against the blade.

“Wuu… Uncle Yǐn… Uncle Yǐn, please save Little Dié, Little Dié is scared… wuu wuu wuu.” Little Dié cried, tears streaming down her face, pitiful and lovely.

Yǐn Yuè lightly licked his sensuous lips, closing his eyes with a hint of impatience, “Stop pretending, you’re afraid of shortening your lifespan… Aunt Dié.”

Shí Jiǎnbái’s dark eyes were like stars, and his smile was roguish. Zuǒ Yú made an extremely complex gesture to him. Shí Jiǎnbái understood it instantly: clear his traces from the villa’s surveillance footage. He gave Zuǒ Yú an OK sign and hid himself again.

Ever since receiving Zuǒ Yú’s text message, he had been taking root near the villa with his laptop and multifunctional toolbox, hiding for a long time, feeding mosquitoes every night.

In the bottom drawer of the bedside table, a cabinet with a combination lock, Zuǒ Yú used tape to take the fingerprints and skillfully opened it. It was a photo album, filled with photos of Old Mr. Huò and Little Dié. Little Dié’s makeup in each photo was very mature, and the two posed very intimately. There were even many indecent photos, with multiple private parts exposed, intertwined with each other. Mixed among them was a piece of birthday information. Zuǒ Yú couldn’t help but sneer, pituitary dwarfism.

Restoring everything to its original state, he exited the room and entered the next room, one room after another…

Until he encountered a locked room again, he put his ear to the keyhole, listening to the sound of the gears turning, and easily picked the lock successfully. He was shocked and took off his night-vision goggles.

He returned to the outermost part of the room and began tapping along the wall. Empty! Then he saw a red button. His mind was filled with those horrifying eyeballs, causing him to kick it down almost without hesitation. A crack silently opened in the wall. It was an elevator. The elevator required a card to activate it to reach the third floor. If it was on the third floor, it should be at the end of the long corridor on the side of room 301.

No wonder the soundproofing in the room was so bad, yet he couldn’t hear Red Heart Q moving the unconscious people. It turned out there was another path opposite to him. Everything made sense. He returned the way he came. Only their murder scene had not been found. In all likelihood, it was on the first floor. The windows on the first floor were sealed, and there were iron railings on the outside. He could only find another way to enter.

In an instant, a sinister idea came to his mind. Since he couldn’t find it himself, then… he would let Red Heart Q take him in!

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