Chapter 3 Infinite Loop

"The method was so swift and clean, directly crushing the neck of an adult man," the forensic doctor frowned in thought, "and all this while two police officers were on duty outside..."

The bloodstained murder weapon lay openly beside the hospital bed, and no useful information was extracted.

“His physique and strength must be at least that of an adult male.” They then compared the shoe prints remaining on the window frame, “They’re men’s shoes.”

“The other party had planned this in advance and sabotaged the surveillance cameras on this floor,” the police officers who went to retrieve the footage returned empty-handed. “The flow of people in and out of the hospital is just too large, and the investigation will take more time.”

"The perpetrator has become the victim; how ironic." The men frowned. "Was it a revenge killing or...?"

......

Zhou Zichuan was still rambling on about this strange case.

"Hua Yi," he said with a hint of curiosity, "Xin Que is incredibly lucky, isn't she?"

"This murderer always eliminates his targets completely; no one who gets his hands on him ever survives."

"Then he got to Xin Que. He was fried in boiling oil by Xin Que's defense, and then he was killed in the hospital by someone seeking revenge."

Luo Huayi's ears rang for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

“Xin Que…” He thought of their second chance encounter at the Lanzhou noodle restaurant.

There seemed to be a voice in his ear, urging him to keep his gaze fixed on the woman.

But upon closer inspection, there was nothing there, only the nagging of her friend across the room.

Luo Huayi handed the phone back to Zhou Zichuan. "This case hasn't been made public yet, so you'd better not discuss these details with others, or your friend at the police station will get into trouble because of you."

Zhou Zichuan reluctantly shut his mouth.

Luo Huayi pushed aside the table in front of her, grabbed her suit jacket, and stood up. "Come on, isn't tonight a get-together for us friends?"

"Take my car."

Zhou Zichuan followed Luo Huayi out of the spacious CEO office. "Okay."

"Oh, right!" Zhou Zichuan thought of something and casually mentioned to Luo Huayi, "The second daughter of the Xin family is also going."

Luo Huayi frowned slightly and subconsciously asked, "The Xin family... Xin Que's sister?"

......

"Strange, why isn't my sister answering the phone?" Xin Xin dialed Xin Que's number again and again, but the answer was always no one answered.

Is it off?

The cut-off SIM card lay quietly in the trash bag, having just been collected by sanitation workers.

"Didn't your sister run away from home?" Zhou Ziyan put down her lipstick and looked at her friend. "Why did we invite her to our gathering?"

"Let her come here and embarrass herself..." Zhou Ziyan said with some disgust at the end, "It's one thing for her to talk back to your parents, but she moved out and was still targeted by that criminal... Isn't this just causing trouble for your family?"

Xin Xin composed herself and casually echoed Zhou Ziyan's two lines.

This shouldn't be happening. The more Xin thought about it, the more something seemed off. In the past, no matter what grievances Xin Que suffered, he would always be there whenever she called, and there was almost never a time when he dared to lose contact with her.

She then asked Xin's parents to call Xin Que.

“She’s gotten bolder, daring to run away from home,” Xin’s mother said with even more disdain. “Now she even dares not to answer the phone… She can go wherever she wants!”

"Just pretend I don't have this shameful daughter!"

I tried several different numbers, but no one answered when I dialed them.

Xin Xin was somewhat anxious.

If she doesn't come, how will the scenes I arranged for her tonight go on?

Using the excuse of going to the restroom, Xin Xin sent a message from her spare phone to another number in her cell phone: "She's out of contact. The plan is on hold. Wait for my message."

Xin Que was completely unaware that the female supporting character in the Xin family was still diligently plotting to get rid of her.

She sat in her apartment, shrouded in darkness, without turning on the lights.

"Strange..." The woman who had been silent on the sofa for a long time finally moved, muttering to herself, "Memories of before I traveled back in time..."

I can't remember it at all.

Xin Que pressed his temple, and the dull, throbbing pain made his ears ring incessantly, and the world before his eyes blurred with pain.

Whenever I think about this deeply, my brain hurts so much it feels like it's going to split open.

Even the red text urging her to follow the plot dimmed.

After a long while, Xin Que finally got up and walked to the window to look down at the bustling street.

The dull pain in my brain has finally subsided.

The sound of traffic flowing by grew louder, people came and went on the street, and colorful neon lights flickered in the boundless night.

At first glance, it appears peaceful.

Xin Que stood by the window like a sculpture, as if she wanted to encompass the whole world in her eyes. After a long while, she turned and left.

......

Amidst the clinking of glasses, Luo Huayi had just put down his wine glass when a pair of slender, fair hands, holding a wine glass, came into his view.

Luo Huayi looked up at the person who had come.

"Hello," the woman smiled gently, "I am Ziyan's friend, Xinxin."

Luo Huayi was taken aback. Out of politeness, she exchanged a few words and then fell silent.

The visitor seemed to be very talkative.

Luo Huayi had a headache. He didn't know what was wrong, but he felt that he shouldn't be reacting so coldly in the current situation.

Because the next scene will be...

"Excuse me," Luo Huayi politely declined the wine glass that was being pushed towards him again, "I'm going to the restroom."

As if possessed, he didn't go to the private bathroom in the VIP room. Instead, he turned around and opened the door, shutting out the noise behind the heavy door as it slowly closed.

As the air conditioning in the corridor blew in, Luo Huayi's brain belatedly slowed down a bit by the surge of alcohol.

......

Xin Que was sitting in the ride-sharing car she had just called, speeding towards the toll station leading out of the city.

"So many more police at the checkpoint," the driver muttered. "Just for that murderer?"

Despite saying that, the driver still slowly pulled the car over to the side and got out with Xin Que to accept the inspection.

"Xin Que..." After the routine questioning, the police officer glanced at Xin Que again, "Weren't you the last victim?"

Xin Que's face showed undisguised exhaustion. "After being targeted by the murderer, there have been too many rumors about me. I want to find a new place to work."

Finding no other suspicious locations, the police eventually released them.

Everything changed after we left the tollbooth.

Xin Que watched as the rapidly receding scenery seemed to freeze for a moment, like a stuck cassette tape, before the views on both sides of the road reversed rapidly.

In a short moment, the car she was in had already entered the national highway leading to the city.

Xin Que's pupils dilated instantly.

Is it that this city won't allow her to escape... or is it that the entire city, and even the whole world, serves the so-called plot?

The driver dropped her off in front of a hotel.

"Miss, we've arrived at our destination."

Xin Que took out her phone and glanced at the map.

Her destination was indeed a hotel, but it was a hostel in a neighboring city.

At some point, the destination displayed on the page changed to a star-rated hotel in the city in front of me.

"Xin Xin?" A radiant woman who had stepped out of a car walked quickly to Xin Que. "Where did you go just now?"

Xin Que's gaze lingered on the woman's gown and exquisite makeup.

Did they mistake her for the supporting female character?

[The character Xin Que has been detected attempting to escape. Please correct this immediately and complete the encounter scene with the male protagonist.]

Xin Que was so overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of warnings that her head was throbbing and her limbs felt like they were made of lead. Before she could react, she had already been pushed into the hotel.

What's going on?!

Even when I was killing someone, I wasn't like this... Is leaving this city considered more serious than murder in the eyes of those who control this world?!