The dark night enveloped the city.
Ke Wanqing stood in front of the tall building, smiling brightly. The surroundings were bordered with green mesh and there were no lights installed yet, so the building seemed to not be of high value.
However, only Ke Wanqing knew that once this building underwent construction, she would be able to obtain enormous benefits from it. Originally Mayor Zhou hadn’t planned on handing over the project to her, but who knew that his daughter would dare hit Mu Rulan.
To think of how dramatic it had been, she couldn’t hold back and let out a laugh. Mayor Zhou had delivered this directly to her. Hmmph. At least her daughter hadn’t been hit without purpose.
The workers had finished with their work and returned home. Ke Wanqing was so excited the past few days that she would come to see the progress of the building that would become one of the milestones in her life.
The city was on the cusp of winter. The cold wind whistled as it blew.
A newspaper flapped onto her leg. Ke Wanqing tried to kick it off, but the strong wind kept it pinned to her leg.
She frowned. Just as she wanted to bend down and take it off, she heard the sound of a steel pipe falling from the top of the building.
She immediately froze before raising her head to look up at the dark building, “Who’s there?!”
She waited a while but there was no response. She thought perhaps it was because of the wind, so she bent to rip the newspaper off her leg.
As she did so, though, her scan of the headlines on the newspaper in the dim lighting revealed a scary, headless female body on the front page. It was a homicide case. With that kind of wording in the environment she was in, Ke Wanqing shivered and swept the newspaper away.
As she straightened her body, she realized something warm and wet was dripping on to her head, and some on to her face.
Was it…… raining? Translated by The Novelst
Ke Wanqing froze in shock then went to stand, but before that a loud sound resounded! Legs appeared before her; the man was wearing leather shoes and green police pants.
She sighed in relief, expecting the security guard. So she straightened her body to talk, but thud! Something fell to the ground and rolled a few times to stop by her leg…
It was a bloody human head!
“AH!” She screamed, the blood draining from her face as she realized the wet liquid on her head was not water but blood.
She raised her head in terror, looking for help before her, but what she saw instead was a body, standing straight, without its head.
Police cars, sirens wailing, drove by the window.
Mu Rulan sat across from Mo Qianren, the table between them holding two cups of hot coffee, faint white smoke curling in the air.
Her gaze followed the police cars until they couldn’t be seen any longer. She turned around to look at Mo Qianren. “Shouldn’t Mr. Mo be in class today?” It wasn’t the weekend and Mu Rulan had been allowed out for a walk. She hadn’t expected to run into Mo Qianren.
He took a sip of coffee. “Question: when you’re locked inside a sealed space and you encounter someone that threatens your life, what do you do to save yourself?”
Mu Rulan blinked slowly. “Testing my mentality again? Mm, how many questions has it been already? Maybe I should charge to answer questions.”
“Not planning on answering?”
“I’ll answer,” she said, smiling helplessly as if she couldn’t do anything against Mo Qianren. “Well then, do you want me to go straight to the point or would you prefer a detailed answer?”
He had only ever heard people ask if he wanted the real answer or a fake one, but had never been asked about the length of the answer.
“The main point.” Translated by The Novelst
“Kill the opponent,” she said immediately.
Mo Qianren was silent for a few seconds, his gaze locked on Mu Rulan. “What about the detailed answer?”
“The detailed one, huh… First, I would have to see what’s being used to threaten me. I have to check the opponent’s strength, then calculate the distance between myself and the exit, and see whether or not the exit is sealed.”
“If the opponent is holding a gun, then there’s a 90% chance of death if you don’t use your brain to run circles around him. If it’s a knife, it depends on what gender the person is, how quick they are and if you can run over to them. If you can’t then of course you want a weapon that you can use to confront them before they kill you. Then it narrows down to either suppressing the person or killing the person,” she spoke as she used a fork to break off a piece of the cake.
Mo Qianren continued to stare at her expression and body language, wordless.
“Did you know? There are many cases and movie scenes that the victim chooses to play hide and seek with the opponent, and in over 85% of those scenarios they die tragically. That’s because the criminal isn’t stupid enough to commit their crimes in a crowded area. Also, most kidnappers kill their hostages rather than let them live. Nowadays, police officers are quite busy.” The only reliable path to keep herself alive was to save herself.
Mo Qianren was still staring at her, seeming to have no intention of speaking. His phone began to vibrate, so he picked up the call.
An anxious voice sounded on the line, causing him to furrow his brows before his gaze sharpened as he listened to them. His eyes once again returned to Mu Rulan.
Mu Rulan, receiving that pointed look, blinked just once. Her eyes were pure and calm, looking very innocent.
However, he gripped his phone tightly and stood up. He looked down at her, his gaze icy. His lips were pressed tightly together and in the end he didn’t say a single word before turning around and leaving.
She blinked again, looking at Mo Qianren’s rapidly disappearing figure from her seat in the shop. The smile on her face deepened.
Her white fingers slowly stirred the dark coffee in the cup. After a while, her phone also rang.
In this dark night, there seemed to circulate a certain restlessness.
Proofread by: Hannah