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The next morning, Shi Songmei began to feel restless.
"Old Liu, what if someone comes looking for Xiao Wu?" Shi Songmei paced around the room. "Shouldn't we turn ourselves in?"
Liu Baoshan let out a cold laugh. "Have you lost your mind? If we turn ourselves in, we'll get executed! What's the point of regretting now?"
"But... but someone will eventually find out," Shi Songmei's voice trembled with a hint of tears.
Liu Baoshan lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "Do you know why I'm so calm?"
Shi Songmei shook her head.
"Because this isn't my first time killing someone."
His words sent a shiver down Shi Songmei's spine. "In 1997, my brother and I did it once. The woman's name was Qin something, and it was also for money. Guess what? No one has figured it out to this day."
Shi Songmei's eyes widened in shock. "You... you had done it before..."
Liu Baoshan stepped closer to her, lowering his voice. "Dead people don't report crimes, dead people don't identify anyone, dead people don't say anything at all. It's much safer than a simple robbery."
And so, three days passed in a daze for Shi Songmei, with no one coming to look for Wu Yan.
No police, no family, not even her mahjong friends came to ask about her.
Liu Baoshan smugly told Shi Songmei, "I told you, no one cares about a missing woman. Her husband is out of town, and her child isn't around; who would notice she's gone first?"
"And," Liu Baoshan continued analyzing, "even if someone reports it, the police will treat it as a missing person case at first. Without a body or evidence, who can prove she was murdered?"
Meanwhile, Wu Yan's body lay buried beneath the kitchen floor, covered with thick cement.
"This way of handling it means that even if someone comes to investigate, they won't find anything," Liu Baoshan said as he brushed off the dust from his hands.
A month later, when the two had spent all the money they had taken from Wu Yan, Liu Baoshan brought up his idea again.
His eyes gleamed with greed. "Which of your mahjong friends are wealthy?"
"You... you want to..." Shi Songmei stammered.
"Why not?" Liu Baoshan replied matter-of-factly. "The first time went so smoothly; it shows our method is right. And think about it—Xiao Wu has been missing for so long without anyone reporting it; what does that mean? It means our plan is flawless!"
Shi Songmei wanted to refuse, but Liu Baoshan's next words made it impossible for her to say no.
"Look at our life now," Liu Baoshan pointed at their shabby surroundings. "Do you want to live like this forever? Worrying over a few bucks every day, being looked down upon and pointed at?"
"But..."
"No buts!" Liu Baoshan's voice suddenly turned stern. "You are already an accomplice. Do you think you can back out now? It's too late! Do you really believe the police will accept that you were forced when they catch us?"
She realized that there was no turning back. It was either to continue committing crimes with Liu Baoshan or wait to be caught and face execution.
Liu Baoshan took a drag from his cigarette, his gaze becoming more sinister. "If we plan well, we can run a long-term business. You find the targets, and I'll take action. Let's treat this as a career, specifically targeting wealthy and lonely women."
"Career?" Shi Songmei couldn't believe her ears.
"Yes, a career. Think about it—if we do this three or four times a year, making tens of thousands each time, it's much better than working a regular job. And the risks are manageable; as long as we are careful, no one will find out."
Poverty, desperation, and fear caused an ordinary woman's moral boundaries to collapse completely. She began to recall the women she had met while playing mahjong, analyzing who would be the most suitable next target.
When Shi Songmei nodded in agreement to continue with the crimes, she had no idea she had already embarked on an irreversible path.
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