Chapter 54: My Relationship with the Supervisor Huang (2/2)

I didn’t even think of what I said, it just rolled off my tongue, but to my surprise, Huang Xiaotao reacted very strongly to my comments. She cheerfully took my hand and asked me, “Do you really think so?”

“Um… yeah!” I shyly admitted.

Luo Weiwei was indeed a beautiful woman, but I felt that her beauty came with pointy edges around it somehow—she had a pointy chin, upturned eyes, and eyebrows that slightly curved upwards. In contrast, Huang Xiaotao’s features were round, harmonious, and very pleasant to the eyes.

However, in terms of temperament, Huang Xiaotao was very cool and confident, befitting of a police officer; while Luo Weiwei had the temperament of a delicate rich girl who was used to being pampered.

In short, comparing them was like comparing an apple to an orange.

Huang Xiaotao poked me with her elbow and said, “By the way, I’ve known you for a while now, but I still don’t know what type of girl you like!”

“Um…” I glanced at her, and my cheeks suddenly became hot. “I think girls with long hair are cute!”

“What? That’s just the opposite of me!” cried Huang Xiaotao. “You didn’t just say that because you’re too embarrassed to say you like me, did you?”

“No, absolutely not!” I denied.

We stepped on the creaking wooden stairs to go up to the second floor, and from the stairways, we could see the dining room where the murders occurred.

It was in total chaos—the table lay sideways on the floor, the windows were broken, the floor was full of dishes and chopsticks, and the walls were so splashed with blood that you couldn’t see the color of the original wallpaper. On the floor, white tape was used to mark the outlines of the victims. The thick curtains by the windows completely blocked the sunlight from coming in. There was what I could only describe as a thick sinister atmosphere hanging in the room.

“This house has terrible feng shui,” I stated with furrowed brows.

“You even know feng shui too?” Huang Xiaotao asked.

“Feng shui is actually not that esoteric,” I explained. “My grandfather told me that it is mostly about the first impression that a house gives people. Look at the doors of the bedrooms here. They’re all right there next to the dining room, giving the occupants no privacy at all. And the stairs are so steep, yet the old lady’s legs weren’t strong, so she must’ve had a lot of difficulties getting upstairs and downstairs. Apart from that, the bedrooms and the bathroom are so far apart! You’d even have to go through the stairs! It must be tough on cold winter nights!”

“That makes a lot of sense,” nodded Huang Xiaotao. “If I’m going to buy a house, I’d definitely ask Master Song to take a look at it first.”

“No! I’m not that much of an expert!” I laughed.

While there were indeed some defects in the design of this house, that alone was not enough to cause the tragedy that happened here. Feng shui should have nothing to do with the murder case.

We walked into the dining room, which was connected to the kitchen. The kitchen was very messy. The floor was full of broken tiles. The knives that scattered the ground had been taken away by the police. White tape was used to outline a human form in front of the kitchen counter.

I quietly observed for a while, trying to recreate the sequence of the murders in my mind. There was no need to reason out the murderer of the case anymore, because we know what happened. What needed to be figured out was the reason behind their grisly actions!

I opened the curtain and noticed that there was an empty house on the opposite side. Then I stared at a handmade mask hanging on the wall for a long time. Huang Xiaotao remarked, “If you like that thing so much, I can buy one for you when we go back!”

“No, I’m thinking about something else,” I replied.

“Any ideas?” asked Huang Xiaotao.

I shook my head. “No, nothing yet.”

“I can’t figure anything out either,” said Huang Xiaotao. “This case is just too bizarre! Wang Yuanchao, you’re the most experienced person here, do you have any ideas?”

Wang Yuanchao stood there expressionless and made no replies at all for ten seconds. Huang Xiaotao sighed, “Well, thank you for your valuable input.”

Just then, I heard footsteps downstairs. Huang Xiaotao said: “Is Dr. Luo back already?”

She was about to go downstairs, but I stopped her and listened intently to the footsteps.

“No,” I warned her. “Those aren’t Luo Weiwei’s footsteps!”

1. An experienced driver is Chinese internet slang for someone who has long and varied experience in sexual activities.

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