Chapter 325: Too Many Questions

In his past life, Xiao Yu had loved horror stories as a kid. He’d also been obsessed with horror movies. And, well… maybe that wasn’t such a great idea. Because now, he had a bit of a psychological shadow when it came to horror.

Was that weird?

Not really. Humans are complicated creatures.

The more afraid they were, the more they wanted to face it head-on.

Fear and excitement tangled together, and before you knew it—bam, permanent trauma.

And right now…

Xiao Yu was staring at Feng Xiuyun, listening to her tell him a horror story.

“She was completely red,” Feng Xiuyun murmured, her face unnaturally pale. “Her shoes. Her dress. Her hat. Her gloves… I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she was a woman. A woman with a great figure. But her strength… it was far beyond that of an ordinary woman. In the video, I saw myself unconscious. I saw that middle-aged man trying to force himself on me. And then… she appeared. 

“She was holding a long, thin razor-sharp blade. With a single thrust, she pierced his throat. The man thrashed violently, trying to scream, but no sound came out. And then… the woman in red struck again. The second stab, straight through his eye. And again. And again. Over and over, she drove the blade into his abdomen. Ten times. Twenty times… I lost count. She didn’t stop until he collapsed, twitching helplessly on the floor.

“Her entire body was soaked in blood, so much that I couldn’t tell where the red of her dress ended and the red of his blood began. Then… she crouched down, gripping the long, thin blade, and pressed its edge against his chest. She held the knife in one hand and in the other, a hammer. She raised it and swung down hard, striking the knife handle. The blade sank straight into the man’s chest.”

Xiao Yu’s expression grew heavier. He nodded slightly.

That explained it.

It lined up with the story—the knife piercing straight through the man’s chest.

Because in reality, stabbing through someone’s ribs to reach the heart with bare hands alone? Impossible.

“But then…”

Feng Xiuyun suddenly shuddered, her face twisting with horror.

“After she killed him, she yanked the knife back out. Then… she started skinning him. Stripping his flesh from his bones. Piece by piece, she carved away every last bit until all that was left was a bare skeleton. In the video, I watched with my own eyes as she chopped his flesh and organs into tiny, tiny pieces.

“She carried bags of bloody meat into the bathroom and then I heard it. The sound of the toilet flushing. I knew then, she was flushing his remains away. I… I threw up. Then, I saw her smash his skeleton apart and pack the pieces into a suitcase. She cleaned up the scene… so thoroughly. Not a single drop of blood, not a shred of flesh left behind. And then… she pulled out a tablet. On the screen, she typed out a message. ‘No need to thank me. He deserved to die—just like you wanted to kill him.’”

Feng Xiuyun’s face was ashen, her whole body trembling.

“In that moment, I thought… she must have come for him too. Maybe, like me, she was taking revenge for someone she lost. Otherwise, why else would she be dressed in all red? Why else would she be wearing red high heels?”

“No, something’s not right.” Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes. “If you weren’t the one who killed him, then what about the weapon from your story? And the iron blocks, where did those come from?”

“I planned to kill him, dismember the body, and dump the pieces into the sea,” Feng Xiuyun said with a bitter smile. “But reality and imagination are worlds apart. I never even got the chance.”

Xiao Yu nodded in understanding.

That explained why the police had found the murder weapon and the iron blocks, but no traces of an actual crime on them.

Feng Xiuyun had planted false leads, deliberately using the fabricated story to mislead the police. All so she could get out of prison.

The real killer was the woman in red.

But why?

Had she truly come for revenge, as Feng Xiuyun suspected?

Had she just happened to save Feng Xiuyun in the process?

Otherwise, why leave behind the tablet with that final message?

‘Wait.’

Xiao Yu’s expression shifted. If it was just about revenge.

Why record the entire murder?

What did she use to film it?

And why the hell would she leave the footage behind for Feng Xiuyun to see?

What was the point of that?

None of this made sense.

A normal person—whether avenging a loved one or just committing murder—who the hell prepares a recording device in advance?

Who films their own crime, start to finish? And then leaves the evidence behind?

This wasn’t just unreasonable. It was insane.

Xiao Yu’s gaze turned ice-cold.

“Where’s the tablet now?”

“I hid it.” Feng Xiuyun lowered her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s in my bathroom, up in the ceiling panel.”

Before Xiao Yu could even speak, his ever-reliable sidekick, Guo Qiang, had already gotten up and left the interrogation room.

“Why hide it?” Xiao Yu pressed.

“Because at the time, I thought she was just there for revenge.” Feng Xiuyun gave a bitter smile. “I figured, my sister’s murderer was dead, and she even saved me in the process. Why should I—”

“I get it.”

Xiao Yu’s expression darkened.

“You covered up her crime because you believed that man really was the one who hurt your sister. Your revenge was complete, and you were grateful to her. More than that, you were ready to follow through with your own plan to end your sister’s life and then your own. But the court spared you.

“And then, by sheer coincidence, you found out in prison that the real culprit had struck again. That’s when you realized something was wrong, you needed to get out. You needed to find out the truth.”

Feng Xiuyun nodded. “Yes.”

Xiao Yu let out a slow breath, trying to hold back his irritation.

“You refused to talk about that woman?” His tone sharpened. “Just because she saved you?”

“Isn’t that reason enough?” Feng Xiuyun stared straight at him.

Xiao Yu fell silent.

A life-saving debt repaid in silence.

Was that wrong?

No.

But the real problem was that this murderous woman in red had way too many unanswered questions surrounding her.