Great place to kill and dump a corpse
Yu Song ordered a rideshare and headed straight for the Yingchun Teahouse, but as soon as she got out of the car, someone pulled her into a black car parked by the entrance.
She didn’t struggle, only tightened her grip on the knife in her right hand.
There were three people in the car.
The Driver was a middle-aged man, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
A black Waist Bag hung from his waist, and his eyes kept flicking upward, watching them through the rearview mirror.
Sitting in the front passenger seat was a beautiful woman, covered in designer brands and reeking of strong perfume, her face heavily marked by cosmetic surgery.
The one who had dragged her in was a young man in his twenties, wearing a flashy, tight-fitting T-shirt, his face tense, and his pants pockets bulging with who knows what.
When he saw Yu Song sizing him up, he immediately tried to act tough. “Sit still. Don’t shout, don’t move around, or else I won’t be polite!”
Yu Song could tell at a glance that this was his first time doing something like this.
At first, she suspected Zhou Yaohui’s family was involved in the underworld, but now it was obvious this was just some hastily thrown-together amateur gang.
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes internally.
“Did I move? The one who can’t sit still is you, right? With your twitchy hands and feet, you think you can be someone’s lackey?”
The guy in the flashy T-shirt was annoyed. “Who says I want to be a lackey? I’m—”
“Xiaoheng, why are you wasting words with her? Just say less,” the woman in the front passenger seat interrupted.
The flashy T-shirt guy immediately turned to her.
“Sorry, sis-in-law, but this woman killed my brother. Just seeing her makes my teeth itch with anger.”
Yu Song frowned. “Brother? Isn’t Zhou Yaohui an only child?”
“We’re half-brothers, same father, different mothers. What’s it to you?”
“Oh, so you’re an illegitimate child.”
“You’re the illegitimate one! My dad and my mom got married and have the papers!”
The flashy T-shirt guy’s face turned red with anger, and he raised his hand as if to hit Yu Song.
She just looked at him with a gaze full of mockery and amusement, not a hint of fear.
He exploded. “What’s with that look? Stop looking at me!”
The woman in the passenger seat, seeing he was all talk and no action, got even angrier. “Xiaoheng, I told you to talk less! Your brother already acknowledged you, you’ve returned to the Zhou family, taken the Zhou surname—our family business doesn’t need explaining to outsiders.”
Yu Song found it even funnier.
This whole family had no sense of discretion, airing their dirty laundry in front of an outsider in this kind of situation.
She smiled at the woman in the front. “His name is Zhou Xiaoheng? You must be Mrs. Zhou, then. So, what do you want with me?”
Mrs. Zhou glared at her viciously. “You tell me. How did my husband die?”
“He was stabbed to death. Didn’t Hat Uncle show you the autopsy report?”
Mrs. Zhou really seemed to love Zhou Yaohui.
Tears glistened in her eyes.
“You… you actually admit it! Why did you kill him? Was it for money? Was it because he wanted to break up with you?”
“What did I admit? I only said he was stabbed to death. When did I say I was the one who did it?”
Yu Song looked at Mrs. Zhou as if she were an idiot. “Why would I want to break up with him? I only met your husband once, and he was already dead at the time.”
Mrs. Zhou looked at her, sobbing in rage. “Don’t think you can fool me! The Police already arrested you. Your footprints and fingerprints were all over the scene!”
Yu Song spread her hands. “But didn’t they let me go?”
“The Police let you go because you’re too cunning.
They had no evidence. Otherwise, how do you explain showing up at Jin Hong Hotel?
Weren’t you there to get a room with Zhou?
Was it because he wouldn’t give you money or let you have his child, so you killed him?”
Yu Song looked at her crazed expression and suddenly understood.
“So you’ve known for a while that Zhou Yaohui had a mistress. But he promised you he wouldn’t give her money or let her have a child, so you just turned a blind eye?”
Mrs. Zhou was clearly struck where it hurt and shrieked, “What goes on between me and my husband is none of your business! Just answer me—did you kill him or not?”
Yu Song considered herself pretty worldly, but even she was shocked.
“My goodness, seriously? He says it and you just believe it? If he doesn’t give those women money, why would they be his mistress? If they had his child, they’d at least get a share in the end. If they can’t even have a child, why would a pretty girl bother with him?”
Mrs. Zhou, as always, missed the point. “Pretty girl? You think you’re pretty? Skinny as a monkey, and your hair’s dyed like a weed—ugly as hell.”
“Don’t worry, whether I’m pretty or not has nothing to do with you. I was never your husband’s mistress, Mrs. Zhou. I just haven’t seen your type of woman before, that’s all. But I guess men do like your type of wife.”
Mrs. Zhou was stunned.
That last sentence sounded like a compliment, but something felt very off.
“What do you know? Men have to socialize outside, it’s normal to have flings. Some girls just love to go after married, successful men. But my husband promised me a long time ago, it’s all just for show, he’d never let it affect my status or interests.”
Zhou Xiaoheng chimed in, “Sis is right. Those girls deserve to lose everything, get tricked and dumped, that’s their own fault.”
Yu Song laughed. “Oh? Sounds like you’ve been tricked, lost everything, and got dumped before.”
“I have not! Shut up!” Zhou Xiaoheng yelled angrily.
The middle-aged Driver had already noticed that Yu Song wasn’t afraid at all, and was even toying with the other two.
His expression darkened, and he sighed helplessly, turning to Mrs. Zhou. “Sis, we’re at the Factory District.”
Yu Song glanced at his Waist Bag again before looking out the window.
The car had stopped in an abandoned Factory District.
Not far away was a half-built Factory Building, with piles of construction materials stacked against the wall.
A festive Red Cloth hung on the factory gate, but grass was already growing between the bricks in the wall’s corner.
Yu Song laughed. “This really is a good place for murder and corpse dumping.”
Zhou Xiaoheng had just reached into his bulging pocket, seemingly to pull something out, but was startled by her words.
“Get out!” Mrs. Zhou, suddenly pulling out a pair of sunglasses from who knows where, put them on her face and her voice turned icy.
Yu Song glanced at her watch. It was 3:30 in the afternoon, the sun was still blazing.
The ground in the Factory Building hadn’t been paved yet, dust swirling everywhere.
She looked at her new shoes and really didn’t feel like getting out.
“Let’s talk in the car. I really didn’t kill anyone. But I do know who Zhou Yaohui’s mistress is, and I even know where his Insurance Box Key is.”
All three of them were stunned, glancing at each other.
Mrs. Zhou urgently asked the one thing she most wanted to know, “Who is that bitch?”
Yu Song looked at the Driver. “Far away in the sky, right in front of your eyes.”
The Driver jumped. “Why are you looking at me?”
Mrs. Zhou, furious, reached out to hit Yu Song.
“What nonsense are you spouting? That’s my cousin! I’m asking who my husband’s mistress is!”
“Your cousin’s been married twice, divorced twice, and never had a child, right? It’s not that he’s infertile, he’s just not interested in women. Both ex-wives realized they’d married a gay man and immediately divorced him.”
Mrs. Zhou seemed to know this already. “So what? He’s gay, but my husband isn’t.”
“You sure? Didn’t you want to invest money for your cousin to start a business before? Why didn’t he agree, and said he just wanted to be a Driver? And why hasn’t your husband changed Drivers in over a decade?”
Yu Song’s gaze was teasing. “Mrs. Zhou, it’s a new era—mistresses aren’t always pretty girls. You can tolerate Zhou Yaohui because he’s handsome, has a good figure, and is charming, right? Men like that aren’t just popular with women.”
Zhou Xiaoheng was dumbfounded. He didn’t really believe it, but it did make some sense. “Sis, you mean my brother and your cousin… they’re…?”
Mrs. Zhou was momentarily confused, suddenly whipping her head around to look at the Driver. “Brother, you and my husband…”
The Driver shouted in anger, “Don’t listen to her nonsense! I’m clean with your husband! I know I’m not cut out for business, but being his Driver pays well! Who I like has nothing to do with this!”
Yu Song: “Haha, look how flustered he is!”
The Driver really was agitated.
He jumped out of the car and tried to drag Yu Song out to argue.
But Yu Song, quick as a monkey, squeezed from the back seat into the driver’s seat, locked the doors, and started the car.
Zhou Xiaoheng was shocked. “What are you doing? Are you crazy?”
Mrs. Zhou was also frightened by the sudden turn of events and reached out to grab the steering wheel.
Yu Song pushed her away. “Don’t make a mess, I’m saving your lives. Now that his secret’s out, he’ll definitely want to kill us all.”
Mrs. Zhou still couldn’t believe her husband and cousin were involved, while Zhou Xiaoheng was half-convinced, half-doubtful.
The abandoned Driver, face full of panic, chased after the car.
Yu Song spun the car around and drove straight at him.
Mrs. Zhou was jolted so hard she wanted to vomit, screaming, “What are you doing? Stop the car!”
The Driver dodged quickly to the side, his hand already unzipping his Waist Bag.
The car brushed right past him. Mrs. Zhou let out a sigh of relief—she’d only wanted to vent today, not actually cause someone’s death.
But the next second, she saw the Driver holding a Handgun, firing at the car.
Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Xiaoheng had never seen anything like this before. Both were terrified.
Mrs. Zhou tried to speak, but her teeth were chattering so hard her jaw clacked. “He… he really is my husband’s… mistress…”
Zhou Xiaoheng was shaking too. “He really wants to kill us?”
Yu Song laughed. With guts like theirs, they dared to kidnap her?
“He’s not the mistress, but he really does want to kill us. I’m telling you, don’t be a target—get down! This car isn’t bulletproof!”
Mrs. Zhou, being thin, slid straight under the seat.
The cramped space gave her a bit of a sense of security.
She realized Yu Song wasn’t trying to drive away, but was circling around, playing cat and mouse with the Driver.
When the Driver tried to run, Yu Song blocked him. When he fired, she rammed the car toward him.
“What are you doing? Hurry up and drive to the police station—no, to the city bureau! I want to call the Police, I want protection, this is terrifying!”
Zhou Xiaoheng had already dialed the Police. “Hello, 110? We’re at the abandoned Factory District by the South Suburb Highway Bend. Someone’s shooting at us—Police, help!”
Yu Song wasn’t in a hurry to call for help, because she knew Gu Zhi had people watching her at all times. But after playing around for so long, why hadn’t anyone shown up yet?