Chapter 085: Sang Biao x Da Piaoliang
Although ten minutes ago, when Sang Luo dragged his mute boyfriend to check in at the hotel front desk, his attitude seemed extremely determined.
But after taking the key and entering the room, Sang Luo still felt a little embarrassed.
It's nothing, it's just because this is a double room with a bit of romance.
It seems to have a Victorian theme - large areas of pink painted plaster walls, intricate decorations, shiny curtains, and a four-poster double bed covered with rose petals.
Sang Luo: “…”
Sang Luo began to think about what went wrong.
He simply said to the front desk clerk, "Please give me a room for the two of us."
Are we going straight to the love suite?
"The service staff are quite humorous, hahaha..." Sang Luo laughed dryly.
Mr. Hart just tilted his head without any special reaction.
But it effectively alleviated Sang Luo's embarrassment a little.
Perhaps the interesting atmosphere in the room really played a role, and the fatigue that Sang Luo felt after running around in the woods all night came flooding back.
After kicking off his shoes, he lay down directly on the big bed covered with flower petals. As his body sank into the quilt, the petals bounced up and fell on him.
A room dimly lit by candlelight, a large bed covered with roses, wrinkled white sheets, and a young man lying in the bed with his eyes half closed, gasping for breath from exhaustion.
Sang Luo himself could not see what a magnificent and ambiguous beauty this was, with a sense of abruptness and chaos.
But the second person in the room happened to see it all.
Mr. Hart sat down on the edge of the bed.
He was standing with the light behind him, and his broad chest completely blocked the candlestick on the bedside table, which happened to be the only light source in the entire room.
"Mr. Hart..." Sang Luo murmured.
The next second, a large hand wearing a leather glove touched his cheek.
That is a very cherished and restrained strength.
The cool touch of the leather gave Sang Luo a chill and made him more awake. He could even hear his own increasingly intense heartbeat.
The light was so dim that Sang Luo could only see the outline of the man's body with his back to the light, and nothing else.
The rich and sour fragrance of rose petals urged Sang Luo to do something.
for example--
"Can I take off your hat, Mr. Top Hat?" Sang Luo asked softly.
Without waiting for the man to answer, he slowly sat up, put his hands on the man's hard chest covered with cloth, and thrust his chin forward.
This is a kissing gesture.
The first thing that caught my eye was the nose, a very high and straight nose, and then the full and curved lips.
Following the curve of the philtrum, Sang Luo kissed Mr. Hart's lips.
The moment their cheeks touched, Sang Luo's forehead just happened to push Mr. Hart's hat off.
He kissed her devoutly and worshipfully, but his hands were dishonestly pulling at the man's thick scarf.
Until those annoying clothes were stripped off bit by bit by him.
Sang Luo felt that if before this, he had some strong admiration and dependence on Mr. Hart, then at this moment, he must be the most malicious admirer.
The person Sang Luo was looking at, Mr. Hart, had his hand gently placed on Sang Luo's back, which was only covered with a thin shirt. Although his posture was very gentlemanly, Sang Luo thought that this was condoning his actions and inviting her to go further.
"Why can't you be more proactive?" Sang Luo said.
In the thick night, he couldn't see Mr. Hart's appearance clearly.
But you can feel with your palm that the man's facial skin is smooth and delicate, without any signs of burns or scars.
Oh, there is a little bit of stubble, but Sang Luo likes it very much. It feels itchy when it scratches his skin.
Mr. Hart's face was extremely complex, and his features felt deeply defined. His lips were thin, but if you pried them apart, you could see a hint of flesh between them. Sang Luo wondered if they were shaped like petals.
Sang Luo complained quietly: "You should be more proactive, I want you to be more proactive..."
The next second, he could no longer make any sound.
Because just as he wished, the man completely enveloped him in an extremely oppressive posture, forcing him to lean back.
Sang Luo was forced to lie back on his back in bed.
But unlike the tentative licking he had just given her, Mr. Hart's kiss was much more fierce.
The two bodies were almost face to face and completely pressed together, and Sang Luo's collarbone was pressed tightly by the big hands.
He reached out his hand in a daze, haphazardly took off the man's leather gloves, and then placed his own hand on the big, bony hand.
It was at this moment that Sang Luo realized that his hands were shaking.
Not only the hands, but the whole body was trembling with excitement.
Some curly hair fell on the sides of Sang Luo's face, even entangled with his own hair.
All these details further confirmed Sang Luo's guess that Mr. Hart did not show his true face in order to hide his identity.
He must be very handsome, at least to match his figure and charming temperament.
Sang Luo's body went limp from the kiss.
I don’t know how many rose petals were crushed during the two people’s actions, making the smell of lust even stronger.
Sang Luo kept waiting, waiting for Mr. Hart's hand to press on his shoulder, and then he unbuttoned his shirt.
Or the fingers wrapped around the waist would reach into the hem of the clothes.
But he waited too long for the next step.
Sang Luo was almost driven to collapse by the overwhelming physiological reaction. In fact, he had already shed tears.
He couldn't help but lean forward a little and tried to take off the man's windbreaker.
But the next second, some strange gas he breathed into his nasal cavity made him fall asleep instantly.
As for the awake person, his entire body and the clothes on his body turned into a wisp of smoke with a bang.
Like a ghost, it flickers in the candlelight.
Like some kind of dog or insect, it sniffed around the sleeping young man for a long time.
After sticking enough, he reluctantly let his figure disperse into the air.
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Sang Luo had almost forgotten how he suddenly fell asleep.
He only remembered that he and Mr. Hart were kissing passionately.
Was it too gentle and affectionate? How could he have fallen asleep?
I hope Mr. Hart won't find me a spoilsport.
Thinking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but sigh helplessly, because the situation in his dream made him even more speechless than falling asleep while kissing - Wen Blake was holding a small hammer and smashing the mirror.
He tried his best but couldn't move the mirror at all.
Sang Luo himself was surprised that the core ghost in his ghost story, the mirror hanging in the large and beautiful room in the hotel, was so hard that even the nightmare could not do anything to it.
Sang Luo was currently sitting cross-legged in the empty space inside the mirror, supporting his face and observing Wen Blake who was still banging around.
Thinking about what a mess he made of the plot.
In the original plot, after Sang Biao realized that the girl he had a romantic encounter with was actually the ghost of the long-dead female writer Hong Chun, he turned around and jumped into the underground river without a second thought, and swam through the narrow path quickly with his amazing physical strength.
He didn't even go ashore, but swam desperately along the rushing river, and finally plunged into the lake outside the waterfall. Then he got ashore and continued to run towards the hotel.
He planned to pack his bags immediately and leave this small town harbouring horrors.
But he didn't expect that someone got back to the hotel first before him - it was the waitress Xiaomei.
It turned out that she had been following the two of them, taking a shorter and more convenient path.
During the fight with Xiaomei, based on the principle that villains must talk a lot, Sang Biao learned about the death process of Hongchun, also known as Da Piaoliang.
And based on the information he had found in the past few days, he vaguely pieced together the general truth -
One year ago today was the date of Da Piaoliang's death.
She is indeed a very talented writer, and she loves adventure and is passionate about everything in life.
Her husband is not.
Her husband, Awei, changed drastically after losing his job and his wife's career took off. He became sharp-tongued and depressed.
Naturally, their marriage came to an end.
Before the formal divorce, Awei proposed to take one last trip with Da Piaoliang to see if their marriage could be reconciled.
After all, Awei doesn't want to get divorced at all. He is a failure in life and cannot do without the huge royalties from Da Piaoliang.
Feeling soft-hearted, Da Piaoliang agreed, and they came to this small town nestled in the mountains and beside the water.
Awei did his homework. He knew that Da Piaoliang, who loved adventure, would definitely like the fantastic cave scenery here.
Coincidentally, Da Piaoliang, who has rich geographical knowledge, also discovered that there are more secrets behind the caves.
The two of them dived into the inner cave, and Da Piaoliang touched the fluorescent minerals on the rocks with fascination.
Behind her, Ah Wei pulled an exquisite locket from his trouser pocket. He had commissioned a craftsman to make it before he arrived. The locket was adorned with gemstones, and inside was a photo of Da Piaoliang and an amulet. Da Piaoliang was a horror novelist, superstitious, and fascinated by all things mysterious.
This locket is the gift that Wei intends to use to save their marriage.
Just as Awei was about to kneel down on one knee and propose to Da Piaoliang for the second time, Da Piaoliang, who was walking in the cave and marveling at the wonders of the caves on the rock wall, said as if relieved that she had thought it through and divorce was the best outcome for the two of them, and they might still be friends after the divorce.
She will bless each other with a new identity and have a brighter future.
Da Piaoliang expressed her thoughts and opinions on the distribution of property after divorce with a relieved attitude.
She had no idea that her husband was slowly walking towards her with a murderous look in his eyes.
…
Five minutes later, Da Piaoliang was strangled to death in her vagina by the pure gold pendant.
[…Sang Biao, while dealing with Xiaomei, asked her: "I don't understand, Xiaomei, what role you play in this—considering what happened before, I don't think we need to be so confrontational."
Xiaomei sneered and said, "Why do you detectives never get any news about Ah Wei, Da Piaoliang's husband? Because Ah Wei is dead." Then she added, "There was no 'before' between us. I knew you were a detective, and I revealed the information about the cave to you on purpose. Don't overthink it, stupid man."
"Dead?" Sang Biao frowned and retorted, "I'm not a detective. I'm... never mind. It doesn't matter what I am. What's important is, Xiaomei, how did you know what happened?"
"Because I'm not a hotel waitress at all. I was a tourist who came here a year ago," Xiaomei explained. "Just in the first two days, without Da Piaoliang knowing, I slept with her husband, Awei, once or twice... Don't look at me like that, it was just a one-night stand."
"That day, I happened to be following them not far away. I didn't go into the cave, I just played by the lake. I saw Awei and Da Piaoliang go in together, but not long after, Awei ran out of the cave with blood on his clothes, looking panicked. He hurried back to the hotel, but Da Piaoliang was nowhere to be seen. It's easy to imagine what happened in there."
"Ah Wei mentioned before that his wife was a writer and had a huge insurance policy. I found Ah Wei who was trying to escape and told him that I had seen everything and that I could keep it a secret in exchange for some money. But he actually wanted to kill me too - luckily I had some skills. Anyway, Ah Wei is dead."
"I thought, if it's true, as Ah Wei casually said, that his wife is an orphan with few relatives, and her books are very popular, then why don't I just live as a beautiful woman? I can enjoy those incredible mansions and savings on my own."
"So I stayed here and applied to be a waiter at the hotel."
"I've been searching, searching for Da Piaoliang's body and her unpublished manuscript. I've been waiting, waiting for someone to come here and tell me what Da Piaoliang's pen name is and how remarkable her identity is. Then I waited for you, Sang Biao, the detective who came to ask me about the cave."
What? Does that mean Xiaomei has never been to the inner cave?
She didn't see the beautiful corpse and just kept waiting in the hotel?
"Aren't you afraid that Awei is lying to you? Or that Da Piaoliang is not a rich female writer at all?" Sang Biao asked her.
"Once I impulsively threatened Ah Wei and then killed him, there was no turning back," Xiaomei replied. "Now, you'd better tell me honestly. What did you find out? Where is the book written by Da Piaoliang?"
"Didn't you see it? The manuscript is right next to Da Piaoliang."
"Beautiful? Which beautiful woman? Are you talking about the other woman you were having an affair with? Sharing the same name is really troublesome. But it's strange... I can't remember her at all. Anyway, you mean to say that you found the manuscript and gave it to that woman? Then you'd better tell me where she went."
Sang Biao was so confused that he didn't know whether he was mentally disturbed or Xiaomei was a lunatic.
Those manuscripts were clearly in a sealed bag, right next to the beautiful corpse.
Xiaomei didn’t see it?
Or did she still not follow into the inner cave this time?
Sang Biao was about to continue arguing with her, but Xiaomei on the opposite side seemed to be extremely impatient. She rushed over again and wrestled with Sang Biao.
Xiaomei is really tough to deal with. Her skills are almost on par with Sangbiao. No wonder she was able to kill Awei.
The two were fighting fiercely, and at this moment, the tightly closed door of the room was suddenly opened from the outside - it was Da Piaoliang.
It's a corpse-resurrected version of Da Piaoliang.
Her face was pale, her eyelashes covered with a layer of frost, and she looked expressionlessly at the two people who had stopped what they were doing because of her arrival.
"You...you died a long time ago!" Xiaomei said in horror.
She seemed to have completely forgotten that yesterday, she was gently comforting the ghost version of Da Piaoliang who had fainted in the room out of fright because the mirror image of the interior furnishings had been reversed.
Da Piaoliang ignored her and stared at Sang Biao.
Sang Biao took advantage of Xiao Mei's moment of distraction and knocked her unconscious with a knife. Then he looked at Da Piaoliang with a bitter face and said aggrievedly: "Madam, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. I am not Ah Wei, I am an honest citizen."
"Puff." Da Piaoliang suddenly laughed. Her face was like melting ice and snow, so beautiful that it seemed unreal. "I'm so glad you chose to attack her instead of me. Although I was very depressed when you abandoned me in the cave without a word."
"Of course, dear." Sang Biao smiled awkwardly, "If you were still alive, I would propose to you immediately. But now, I want to ask you not to scare me. I'm really afraid of you..."
"Whatever. But you'd better sit down now and listen to me finish my story." Da Piaoliang suggested gently.
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Awei returned to the hotel alone, packed up everything, burned the beautiful manuscript into ashes, flushed it into the sewer, and then planned to leave the town immediately.
The flames licked the manuscripts written in beautiful handwriting, and Ah Wei's face was full of panic after killing someone.
He didn't notice that when he lit the manuscript papers, some ashes floated up and adhered to the mirror.
In the internal cavity, the locket that was tightly wedged into the beautiful flesh was completely stained by the blood that flowed out of the woman's mouth and nose, as well as the blood that seeped through her fingernails.
The amulet in the locket flashed with a strange light, and a vague shadow actually sat up from the female corpse and gradually solidified.
She looked at the female corpse on the ground in confusion, and remembered who she was and that she had been murdered.
Da Piaoliang also followed the underground river out of the cave and headed towards the hotel.
She was a step too late, and when she returned to the room, it was already empty.
Da Piaoliang was extremely confused. She was completely unable to cope with the current situation - she became a female ghost after being killed by her husband, and her husband ran away. Where should she go?
Da Piaoliang knelt on the ground and cried, but was sucked into the mirror.
There, perhaps her manuscript - a book different from previous horror stories, but a life confession that tells the whole process of her meeting and separation from her husband - suddenly had the magical power to maintain the soul of its owner.
The mirror, clinging to the ashes of book pages, sucked Da Piaoliang into an upside-down world.
There, Awei is the one who is successful in his career and wealthy.
Da Piaoliang, on the other hand, is a canary that was raised and then abandoned.
After Da Piaoliang divorced Awei, she came to the small town alone with a large sum of money to relax.
The natural scenery here is extremely beautiful, and even the furniture in the hotel room looks very much like the bedroom where she and Wei lived for several years.
Everything is in line with Da Piaoliang's wishes.
In the world inside the mirror, time flows extremely fast.
This story has been repeated many times.
Until a year later, when the beautiful ghost became more solid, she woke up from one of her reincarnations and found that the layout of the room was completely reversed from what she remembered last night - she returned to reality.
He also happened to meet Sang Biao who happened to be here to investigate a case.
In the mirror world, her husband Awei's lustful and dissolute nature was distorted, which made her unable to resist hooking up with the romantic and flirtatious Sang Biao. The two of them really fell in love with each other and made a promise to have a future together.
——It comes from the arrangement of fate.
They entered the inner cave again, just like they did a year ago, the day Da Piaoliang was killed.
When Da Piaoliang saw her body which was well preserved due to low temperature, she remembered everything.
She had originally intended to confess to Sang Biao, but the sight of the corpse resurrecting scared Sang Biao away...
Da Piaoliang had no choice but to come and look for it herself.
She was outside the door and heard the conversation between Sang Biao and Xiao Mei, which also happened to fill in the ending that she missed - Awei died.
It's really gratifying.
Moreover, Sang Biao did not attack herself, but took the opportunity to knock Xiaomei down, which made Da Piaoliang's heart a little weaker.
She invited (frightened) Sang Biao to sit down first and listen to her complete story.
…
That’s the whole ghost story.
When telling this story in the Dream Tavern, Sang Luo used some montage techniques and deliberately reversed the timeline to create suspense.
However, in the final ending, Sang Biao called Fobole and said that he had met a ghost, and gave the "ghost dream" as a clue to Fobole, guiding them to investigate the deaths of Da Piaoliang and Awei.
As for Da Piaoliang, after she finished telling her life story, she seemed to be relieved and pulled off the locket embedded in the skin of her neck.
What followed was that she suddenly lost her mind and went crazy. Her memory was completely confused. She mistakenly thought that Sang Biao was a gangster who wanted to hurt her, and fought with Sang Biao for a long time - for the most part, Sang Biao gave in to her, and she held Sang Biao down and beat him wildly.
It was not until dawn that Sang Biao, who was badly beaten, finally escaped from the hotel and contacted Foboler to handle the follow-up.
Da Piaoliang, whose memory was disordered, was sucked into the mirror again when she was packing her bags to escape.
The opening story of the unit series ends.
Afterwards, Sang Luo wrote a sequel to it, letting Da Piaoliang, who was attached to the mirror fragments, leave with Sang Biao to embark on a new adventure.
Now it seems that this may be the end of the extra chapter?
Judging from the way Weinbreck was slamming the mirror, he probably wanted to get himself out of the mirror.
However, even Sang Luo himself did not expect that the nuclear ghost he designed was so unbreakable that even the nightmare demon could not do anything about it.
In this case, how to break the deadlock?
It's impossible that if I broke the mirror, it would really break, right? Thinking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but chuckle twice.
But before he could be happy for a few seconds, he heard a sharp and crisp sound.
It was Wenbrake who broke the mirror, just in a moment of Sang Luo's thought.
Sang Luo: “…”
The smile froze on his face completely.
Help! I was just thinking! Just thinking!
How could it be broken in an instant!
It can’t be fulfilled so quickly!
"Sang Luo, I found you." Wen Blake said expressionlessly, "You asked me to find you."
He was breathing heavily, but he wasn't angry—there really was no expression on his face.
He just stared at Sang Luo straightly, and Sang Luo was almost scared to death.
Sang Luo couldn't refute it, because it was really his own thought that allowed the nightmare demon to break the strongest nuclear barrier in his dream.
Wenblake's eyes were extremely persistent. He stared at Sang Luo without blinking, as if he was determined to get an answer from him.
Seeing that something was wrong, Sang Luo stood up and wanted to run. He planned to find a nearby window and jump out so that he could wake up quickly.
Otherwise, I won’t be able to wake up from this dream for a while...
But Wenbreck, who was one step faster than him, grabbed his ankle and dragged him back to his side.
Sang Luo was forcibly turned over by the cold-faced man to lie on his back, his buttocks and thighs pressed against Wenbrake's abdomen.
This posture is too dangerous and too extreme.
Sang Luo could clearly feel the majestic veins.
He stretched out his hands desperately to push him away, but the person in front of him stood still.
That abominable nightmare shamelessly pinched Sang Luo's waist and asked him, "Sang Luo, teach me. I don't know how to do it, teach me."
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