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Zhong Kui's Diary
"That's right, according to him, there was indeed an old man in the room having relations with Zhao Bingbing," Lingfeng said slowly.
"What about the video?" I shouted, and Sister Kong Xuanrong and the others looked at me in surprise.
"When we captured him, he had already deleted the video. I'm currently having someone recover the files from the hard drive. How about this, once the video is recovered, I'll come back," Lingfeng finished and hung up.
An old man? Who is this old man that raped Zhao Bingbing? Why didn't the surveillance outside see him enter? Is this old man the one who assaulted Hui? Is he the one who threatened Sister Rong in her nightmares? Did this old man commit the six serial rapes in Star City?
It wasn't until two-thirty in the afternoon that Lingfeng arrived, bringing along a male and female police officer. The two officers took Sister Rong to a nearby room for questioning. After they left, Lingfeng took out a USB drive containing the video.
Kong Xuan led us to another room, opened the computer, inserted the USB drive, and soon a video appeared on the screen. The angle of the video was directly facing the bed, starting from when I entered the room holding Zhao Bingbing. Upon seeing this scene, everyone exchanged smiles.
"Hey, this angle looks like it was filmed from right in front of the bed?" I was surprised by this angle and then suddenly realized: "Damn, this guy hid the camera inside the television."
Lingfeng gave me a thumbs up: "Not bad, not bad. You caught on quickly!"
Kong Xuan laughed heartily: "They must have done this kind of thing many times before."
When I saw Zhao Bingbing spit on my face in the video, everyone burst into laughter, and Ai beside me was especially amused: "Ghost Brother, do you think you'll have any trauma when kissing in the future?"
Everyone laughed for a bit, then Lingfeng lightly coughed and made a shushing gesture while pointing at the screen. At that moment, I had already left the frame.
About two minutes later, an old man appeared on screen; he walked directly from the living room. The camera's angle mainly focused on the bed, so nothing could be seen of the living room outside. Therefore, from what we could see on screen, it was impossible to tell whether this old man came in through the door or had been hiding somewhere in the living room.
When that old man turned towards us, Lingfeng immediately pressed pause and pointed at his face, saying to us: "Look at this old man; doesn't he seem strange?"
Looking at the old man, at first glance he seemed no different from an ordinary elderly person—his eyebrows, eyes, and nose were all quite normal with nothing unusual about him. Just as I turned to ask Lingfeng what was strange about him, I suddenly felt that image of the old man in my mind becoming exceptionally blurry.
This feeling is quite mysterious, as if I have suddenly lost my memory. I quickly turned my head to look at the old man in the picture again. His eyebrows are still the same, his eyes are still the same, and there is nothing unusual about him. I frowned, trying to remember what this old man looked like, but strangely, I couldn't recall his appearance.
Whenever I closed my eyes or looked away, the old man's features would blur in my mind. When my gaze lingered on his face, everything seemed normal. What on earth is going on?
Lingfeng chuckled and said, "Do you find it strange? I initially planned to take a picture of this old man and send it to you via WeChat so you could see this..." Edge held up his phone for me to see. The phone displayed a photo that was clearly taken of a computer screen. The content on the screen should have been a close-up of the old man's face, but oddly enough, the old man's features in the photo were completely blurred and unrecognizable.
I looked at Kong Xuan and asked, "Brother Xuan, what kind of trick is this?"
Kong Xuan frowned deeply, his lips moving as if he were muttering something to himself. I shouted again, and only then did Kong Xuan come back to his senses. He scratched his head and laughed, "Sorry, I was just lost in the ocean of art."
"What ocean of art? How come it didn't drown you?" I shot him a sideways glance.
"This Spell is an upgraded version of Blindness Spell; it's been improved so well that it's definitely crafted by a master. It's smooth and natural from start to finish, with no signs of rough work," Kong Xuan exclaimed.
I had heard of the Blindness Spell before. The last time at Shoushan Ancient Tomb, Gao Youdi's subordinates used it during a fight with Ant Goldloar at the foot of Shoushan. Qingcheng had explained it to me then; the Blindness Spell is cultivated by Demons and is similar to the Taoist 'Rainbow Mist Technique.' Both utilize light and shadow to blur one's form for a short period, akin to visual tricks in magic.
With Kong Xuan's explanation, I understood that this old man had used the Blindness Spell at that time, and since this Spell had been modified, it could maintain this blurring effect even under video surveillance.
"I remember there is a way to break it. Qingcheng taught me a spell back then, but I've forgotten it. Kong Xuan, do you have any way to break it?" I tapped my head, unable to recall what Qingcheng had chanted—something like Tanxi Duoshenluo or Wengdana.
"It can indeed be broken, but this is video surveillance footage; it's not live. How can I break it?" Kong Xuan rolled his eyes at me as if my question had crossed some threshold of human intelligence.
Hearing our conversation, Lingfeng realized that this issue couldn't be resolved. He waved his hand and smiled as he clicked play with the mouse, and the footage continued.
The old man approached the bed first to check Zhao Bingbing's breath. Then he directly reached towards Zhao Bingbing's lower body, pulled back his hand to examine it closely with a satisfied smile before slowly removing his clothes and climbing onto her.
At that moment, Lingfeng pressed the pause button again. Kong Xuan and I stared at him in astonishment. Lingfeng smiled and gestured towards Ainu: "Hey, shouldn't you step out for a moment?"
Aiden's face turned red as he said, "What’s there to avoid? It’s not like we haven’t seen it before."
Kong Xuan chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, no need to avoid it."
"It’s going to get violent... never mind, do as you please!" Lingfeng shook his head with a wry smile and pressed the play button.
I thought it would just be a few inappropriate actions, but it was completely different. The old man, as if he had consumed three pounds of Viagra, let out a roar and pounced on Zhao Bingbing, going wild. He clawed and tore at her fiercely, leaving her chest a bloody mess. Not only that, but the old man also bit down hard; Zhao Bingbing's shoulder was gnawed to the bone. As for below, the old man's movements were as fast as a pile driver, like Sun Wukong wielding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, relentlessly attacking.
I finally understood why Hui and Li Yingying looked so miserable. This old man was not human; he was a beast, a crazed beast.
"Ugh!" When I saw the old man tear off a large chunk of flesh from Zhao Bingbing's shoulder, Aiden couldn't hold back anymore and ran out with his hand over his mouth.
"Damn, this guy is inhuman!" I also struggled to keep my stomach from churning violently. I took out a cigarette, handed one to each of us, lit it up, and took a deep breath; only then did I feel a little better inside.
"This doesn’t seem right," Kong Xuan pointed at the screen and said, "Isn't Zhao Bingbing still alive? How could she possibly survive being bitten like that?"
"Just keep watching!" Lingfeng replied.
The old man vented on Zhao Bingbing for nearly half an hour. During this time, she seemed completely unresponsive, as if dead. Finally, the old man lay on her for a few moments before standing up, grabbing his pants, and leaving the scene.
Then the screen began to flicker as if the video was about to end. At that moment, Lingfeng paused it again and pointed at the screen, saying, "Look at her shoulder."
Following Lingfeng's direction, I saw Zhao Bingbing's shoulder was a bloody mess. I asked in astonishment, "What do you want us to see?"
"That spot was bitten off by the old man earlier, but now it looks perfectly fine," Lingfeng said. I suddenly remembered; wasn’t that exactly where the old man had bitten?
"Hey, what’s going on? Wasn’t that piece of flesh bitten off?" I asked in surprise.
"Look at her left chest area, pay attention."
Lingfeng clicked play again, then paused immediately. Thanks to Lingfeng's reminder, we watched extra carefully. Her left pectoral muscle was originally a bloody mess, with a deep wound about three centimeters wide and ten centimeters long extending from her shoulder to the red grape area. The blood-red flesh was turned outward, exposing the dark red subcutaneous fat tissue inside, which was particularly glaring. Before playing the video, the wound was still there, but after Lingfeng played it forward and paused, although the chest was still a bloody mess, that glaring wound had disappeared.
"Hey? Where did that wound go?" I exclaimed again.
"What happens next?" Kong Xuan gestured for Lingfeng to continue.
Lingfeng pressed play, and this time the screen was filled with static: "There’s nothing after this; that Peeping Tom was so scared that he immediately cut off the surveillance."
After a pause, Lingfeng looked at Kong Xuan: "What’s going on?"
Kong Xuan closed his eyes and thought for a moment before opening them: "Something feels off."
"What is it?" Lingfeng and I exchanged glances and almost simultaneously asked.
"The old man set up a Spell called Shadow Following in Sister Rong's mind, and that upgraded version of Blindness we just saw—these are both Master-Level Ghost God Spells. From the way he cast those two Spells so skillfully, his magical power level could be Master-Level or even Grandmaster Level," Kong Xuan said with a frown.
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