Back to Meng Zhiru—after escaping danger, he immediately called the police.
“…I was kidnapped, taken to a desolate area in the suburbs. There were several perpetrators… What now? I’ve just been released, hiding in the grass, too scared to move… Okay, please hurry! You must hurry!”
And so, Meng Zhiru crouched trembling in the grass for nearly two hours before he was finally found.
The police rushed him to the hospital. After examination, it was confirmed that his injuries were all superficial—gruesome in appearance, but no bones were broken.
The doctor advised him to be kept for observation for two days.
Since he was conscious and alert, a statement was taken on the spot—
“It was a warehouse! Empty inside, just a single bright white lamp… I was stuffed in a sack, and that woman even kicked me in the face…”
“That woman?”
“Yes! She works at Tianyu… uh, she’s a private room hostess! Check it out, I swear you’ll find her! I originally brought her to a hotel, but she just attacked without warning…”
Meng Zhiru described every detail he could remember, then pleaded again and again: “You have to catch them! You must catch them!”
He had a very bad feeling, like… like there was an invisible blade hanging over his head, ready to drop at any moment.
Only if that group was caught—especially those two women leading them—could he truly feel safe.
Police: “We’ll verify everything you’ve said. If the kidnapping is confirmed, we’ll make every effort to bring the culprits to justice as soon as possible.”
Meng Zhiru let out a sigh of relief and stayed the night in the hospital.
He didn’t call Lou Mingxin to let her know he was safe. Instead, he secretly contacted his assistant, Xiao Chen, and told him to proceed with transferring assets at the business bureau per Lou Mingxin’s instructions.
Though whether he was transferring assets or liabilities—well, that was another story.
“Wife, since you want to send me to h*ll, I’ll just have you pave the way down first…”
—
The next day, the police returned.
Meng Zhiru: “Did you catch the kidnappers?!”
The two officers exchanged glances.
Officer A: “Mr. Meng, we need to verify some information with you again.”
Meng Zhiru nodded eagerly: “Please, ask anything—I’ll cooperate fully!”
Officer B: “You mentioned an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs?”
“Yes.”
B: “But after searching, we found that there is no warehouse within ten kilometers of where you were discovered.”
“That’s impossible! It has to be around there!”
B: “Calm down and hear us out. There is no warehouse, only an abandoned coal processing workshop.”
“Then that’s it! I’m not sure if it was a warehouse—maybe it was a workshop? Anyway, it was a big, empty building!”
B: “However, based on forensic investigation, the workshop has been abandoned for years, and—more precisely—there have been no signs of human activity there for the past three months. And based on your account, there were about ten people, one of them in a wheelchair. If they had entered that place, they would have definitely left some trace behind.”
Meng Zhiru was dumbstruck.
“No signs of human activity”?
What, were they ghosts?!
How could that be?!
Absurd! Absolutely absurd!
A: “To be thorough, we also checked for vehicle traces around the site. Again, nothing suspicious. So, Mr. Meng, is it possible you misremembered?”
“No…” Meng Zhiru shook his head. “There’s no way I got it wrong! Unless—unless they deliberately cleaned up everything! You can still investigate other things… right, other things! The building might be wiped clean, but roadside surveillance cameras can’t be!”
“I was taken there in a car trunk. Start with the footage from the front of the hotel—no, better yet, start from when I left Tianyu with that woman. You’ll definitely find the criminals’ vehicle!”
B: “We thought of that as well. Overnight, our entire department combed through the footage—by eye and by software—more than five times. Unfortunately, no suspicious vehicles were found.”
Meng Zhiru: “That’s impossible! No car? Then how was I transported?!”
A: “That’s something only you can answer, Mr. Meng.”
Meng Zhiru froze, then suddenly realized: “You think I’m lying?! I—” He was so furious he couldn’t speak. His eyes turned bloodshot. “Why would I go through all this trouble and fake injuries just to lie to you?! Huh?!”
A: “According to the hospital’s report, most of your injuries are whip marks. The wounds are coated with wax—very likely from sex toys.”
Meng Zhiru choked: “E-even if it’s from that kind of toy, it doesn’t prove I did this to myself! What would be the point?!”
A: “Based on our investigation, you have certain… preferences in that area.”
So it’s entirely possible he did it for thrills—to satisfy some niche desire.
“Bullsh*t—! I like doing the whipping, not being—”
He abruptly stopped mid-sentence.
A and B remained expressionless: “Mr. Meng, please watch your language.”
“In any case, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t lie, and I didn’t make any of this up! Please investigate thoroughly!”
The two officers exchanged looks, then got up and left with his second statement.
Meng Zhiru sat on the hospital bed, deeply unsettled—
What the h*ll was going on?
Who were those people?
How were they able to erase every trace so cleanly—even fooling professional forensic investigators?
The more he thought about it, the more his heart pounded.
When he finally snapped back to reality, his back was soaked in cold sweat.
—
In Meng Zhiru’s eyes, this group of people around “Sister Yue” may as well have walked straight out of a horror film.
It chilled him to the bone.
