As night fell, in the antique-style room
The bathroom door opened from the inside, and through the misty steam, the slender and graceful Lin Qingyi emerged lightly.
Her long hair, which she usually wore high up, was now loose and flowing down. It was as black and shiny as ink, with natural curls from the warmth of the hair. A few strands gently clung to her delicate cheeks, adding a touch of charm.
The exquisite and elegant cheongsam had been replaced with a soft bathrobe, giving her a languid charm that was different from her usual self.
Her white feet trod on the soft, clean carpet as she gracefully walked to the dressing table and sat down.
The evening shower washed away the fatigue of a busy day in the laboratory. Sitting in front of the mirror, I picked up a wooden comb and gently combed my still-damp long hair.
The spotless mirror reflected her delicate face; her eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her brows revealed an indescribable tranquility and gentleness.
As she moved her hands, the collar of her bathrobe opened slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone.
But there seemed to be a striking blood-red pattern on the snow-white skin below the collarbone, appearing and disappearing as the neckline opened and closed.
After smoothing her long, ink-black hair, her gentle gaze fell upon the blood-red pattern reflected in the mirror, and her expression flickered slightly.
Her slender fingers unconsciously covered her collar, sealing it tightly so that not a single inch of skin below her neck was exposed.
Her head was slightly lowered, and her fingers were clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
Her long eyelashes were slightly lowered, trembling almost imperceptibly, casting a small shadow on her delicate face.
After a long while, she gently raised her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. The weariness that had been washed away by the bath once again clung to her brows.
Her gaze shifted slightly, and she suddenly took a deep breath, her eyes trembling as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her knuckles slowly pulled up her collar.
The collar was slightly pulled open, making the blood-red patterns more obvious and intricate, spreading downwards and intertwining to form a complex pattern.
As one side of the collar was pulled wider, fine strands of hair with blood-red patterns and a human eye with a sinister glow gradually became clear.
Further down, half of a grim face is about to emerge.
Just then, she abruptly stopped tugging at her collar, and with a sudden burst of force, she snapped the open collar shut.
Her eyes, already bloodshot, suddenly turned away, and her slender hand, which was gripping her collar, trembled noticeably.
After a long while, she finally relaxed her clenched teeth, and her protruding temples gradually subsided.
She let out a soft breath, stood up, walked to the dressing room, changed into a high-necked nightgown, and came out.
She gracefully lay down on the bed, suddenly turned off the light, and covered herself with the blankets.
A bright moon gradually rises to its zenith in the sky.
The moonlight poured down like flowing water, reflecting patches of silvery-white light onto the transparent glass.
The halo of light danced and shimmered in the room, creating tiny shadows, as the night breeze gently rippled through the air.
The slightly raised blanket was suddenly lifted, and two fair arms emerged from it.
Lin Qingyi, dressed in a nightgown, suddenly sat up from under the covers, her forehead covered in cold sweat and her eyelashes trembling.
A sinister and terrifying face, a blood-red pattern etched into her heart that she could never erase, raging flames, a hideous voice...
Those terrifying images, etched deep into my soul and impossible to shake off, still linger before my eyes.
She couldn't help but reach out and cover her face with her hands, silently calming her erratic breathing.
After what seemed like an eternity, she reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her body leaned weakly against the headboard, and her gaze, still trembling, turned to the window.
The hazy moonlight and the gentle night breeze soothed the lingering turmoil in her heart.
As her vision gradually cleared, she gazed at the bright moon in the sky, her thoughts drifting into the distance, her fingers unconsciously stroking her sleeves.
It's been two days, I wonder if things are going well on his end.
Just as she was calming down and her thoughts were flowing, a gunshot rang out in her ears.
The next second, a bullet struck the glass, and after a piercing sound, it became firmly embedded in the glass, leaving behind fine cracks.
The manor's windows are all made of specially designed bulletproof glass, which is largely impervious to ordinary gunfire. To create such cracks, it would have to be at least a high-caliber sniper rifle.
Lin Qingyi's wandering gaze snapped back to reality the moment the gunshot rang out. With a swift movement, she rolled off the bed.
At the same time, several gunshots rang out again outside the window, and several bullets accurately hit the thin cracks in the window, instantly covering the entire window with countless cracks.
Immediately afterwards, with a loud "bang," the specially made bulletproof glass shattered.
Several dark figures, aided by ropes, leaped into the room amidst a shower of flying glass shards.
Lin Qingyi took a handful of silver needles from the drawer, quickly lay down on the bed, and rolled to the other side to avoid being splashed by glass shards.
Several masked men in black, each wielding a blade, landed steadily in the room. Their fierce gazes quickly locked onto Lin Qingyi, who was using the bed as cover to avoid the flying shards of glass.
Their bodies radiated murderous intent, and without even making eye contact, the group quickly surrounded Lin Qingyi.
Her slender fingers grabbed a corner of the blanket, suddenly lifted it, and flung it at the men in black to obstruct their view.
Using the blanket as cover, Lin Qingyi lightly leaped up.
With a "rip," the thin blanket was instantly torn, revealing the hideous masks on the faces of several men in black.
Several slender silver needles pierced through the gaps in the quilt and flew toward the throats of the men in black.
The other men in black quickly dodged to the side, but two of them were unable to retreat in time, and the flying silver needles pierced their necks.
The thin silver needles pierced their throats, causing their necks to twitch violently. They instinctively lowered their heads, trying to reach out and pull them out.
Before his fingers could even touch her neck, he swayed and fell to the ground.
Seeing that these seemingly harmless silver needles could actually possess such power, the men in black were visibly startled.
Their chilling killing intent intensified as they cautiously brandished their longswords, slashing down the silver needles flying towards them, and quickly moved closer to Lin Qingyi.
With a slight narrowing of her eyes, Lin Qingyi threw out another handful of flying needles while lightly leaping up, using the wall behind her as leverage, and landed steadily in front of the dressing table.
She grabbed two sharp silver hairpins and flung them at the two men in black who had just turned to face her and were unable to defend themselves.
The hairpin pierced their chests, splattering two flowers of blood.
She kicked the stool at her feet, sending it flying and slamming into the leg of the last man in black who was swinging a knife at her.
Taking advantage of his unsteady stance, Lin Qingyi instantly appeared beside him, grabbed his wrist holding the knife, and slashed his neck.
Blood spurted out instantly, and he kicked him away to prevent the dirty blood on him from splashing onto himself.
As he collapsed to the ground with a thud, she immediately picked up the long knife from his hand, casually put on a trench coat, and quickly went out the door...
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