Chapter 326: The Terrifying Video

Red high heels. A red dress. A red hat. Was she trying to make a statement in the middle of the night? Or was this some kind of horror movie in the making?

Xiao Yu frowned. None of this made sense.

If the goal was to lure out the culprit, wouldn’t just a pair of red shoes be enough?

And then there was the recording device. How did that even make sense?

According to Feng Xiuyun’s statement, the video began with her already unconscious. The middle-aged man was about to assault her when the woman in red appeared. That meant the recording device was already set up before anything happened.

So, whose camera was it?

If the woman in red brought it herself…

Xiao Yu’s eyes turned cold.

Did that mean she was in the apartment all along? Or worse—was she working with the man?

His mind twisted itself into knots, trying to find a logical path forward.

Too many things didn’t add up. And one issue stood out above the rest—the way she killed.

If Feng Xiuyun’s description was accurate, then wasn’t it terrifying?

She didn’t kill that man like she was fighting a full-grown adult. She butchered him like slaughtering livestock.

Could a normal person—in the heat of the moment—drive a knife straight through someone’s throat?

And then stab them dozens of times?

And not just that—

She knew a knife alone wouldn’t penetrate the ribcage, so she brought a hammer. She understood how to drive the blade through the man’s body and pierce his heart.

That kind of execution was way too professional.

Xiao Yu’s brain felt like it was about to explode. System error. Critical overload.

Right now, everything he knew about the case came from Feng Xiuyun’s testimony. There were still too many gaps, too many details that needed to be picked apart. No matter how strong his reasoning skills were, logic alone wasn’t going to cut it this time.

He needed to see that tablet first.

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Forty minutes later, Guo Qiang returned, tablet in hand.

They extracted the memory card and connected it to a computer. There was only one video file.

The moment Xiao Yu clicked play, his eyes widened in shock. And he wasn’t the only one. The other detectives, after getting a glimpse of the footage, visibly tensed.

Judging from the angle, the camera must have been set up high in a corner of the room, giving it a full view of the bed and the surrounding space.

The room itself had no windows, just dim lighting from the wall lamps, barely bright enough to illuminate the surroundings.

And then, on screen—

A naked man loomed over a naked woman lying on the bed, about to—

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted.

At the doorway, a red figure appeared.

Step by step, it emerged from the dim light, its form gradually taking shape.

And yet…

It didn’t move like a person.

Its arms hung limp at its sides, unnaturally stiff. Its torso tilted slightly forward, its entire posture disturbingly rigid.

And then it advanced.

One step. Another.

Slow. Jerky. Uncanny.

It was impossible not to think it.

A woman in red. A ghost. Floating toward the bed.

The sheer eerie weight of that moment was like stepping straight into a horror movie. The naked middle-aged man sensed something and suddenly turned his head.

And at that exact moment, the woman in red raised her arm. A long, gleaming dagger moved with her.

The blade pierced straight through the man’s neck.

One stab—clean through.

Xiao Yu and the other detectives froze in shock. They all knew that without precise technique, stabbing straight through someone’s neck was nearly impossible.

Why?

Because the throat had cartilage, the spine was in the way—piercing it in one stroke meant the attacker had to avoid the bones with absolute precision. That meant the blade had to be driven in vertically, not horizontally, or else the edge would catch and jam against the bone.

This woman understood that. Her grip on the knife made that clear.

Because of the camera angle, the rest of the scene played out just as Feng Xiuyun had described.

The man was slaughtered.

The woman in red’s stabs to his abdomen—quick, rhythmic, controlled—landed in rapid succession.

Twenty-six times.

Xiao Yu’s mind blanked for a second. Lifting his arm, he mimicked the stabbing motion in the air twenty-six times. By the end of it, his arm felt sore.

That was just air.

Now imagine gripping a knife—plunging it into a human body over and over again. And yet, in the entire video, the woman’s movements never faltered.

She skinned the body with precision, stripped away the flesh, retrieved a chopping board from the kitchen, and began mincing the remains.

Piece by piece, she stuffed the shredded flesh into plastic bags, carried them to the bathroom. Even through the video, the sound of the toilet flushing was clear.

And then—

The final scene.

The woman in red smashed the man’s skeleton into fragments and packed them into a suitcase.

Throughout the entire video, her face never appeared once. But what was truly terrifying—what sent a chill down every detective’s spine—was that from the moment she killed the man to the moment she dismembered him and packed his bones away she took only six hours.

The video ended.

The sharp sound of inhaled breaths filled the room. The veteran detectives around Xiao Yu—all seasoned in violent crimes—were visibly shaken.

That alone spoke volumes.

A long silence followed before Xiao Yu finally muttered, “Something’s off.”

The cameras. The method. The entire execution. None of it made sense.

First—the cameras.

It was clear she knew where they were. Throughout the entire crime, she kept her face hidden, deliberately avoiding every angle.

Second—her methods.

It was inhumanly efficient. Most people had no idea just how much raw strength it took to butcher something.

Forget a human—even slaughtering a pig was a grueling task. A skilled butcher might be able to break down a pig in one to two hours.

But to dismember a full-grown man, strip away the flesh, chop it into pieces, and do it in six hours?

That wasn’t just fast. That was impossible.

And then it was the footage itself. The recording had been edited.

Xiao Yu didn’t even need to guess, it was obvious the woman in red had done it herself. She knew the camera locations. She edited the surveillance footage. And then, for some inexplicable reason, she loaded it onto a tablet and left it for Feng Xiuyun.

Xiao Yu’s pupils contracted.

What the hell was she trying to do?