569: Fierce and Cruel 569: Fierce and Cruel The downdraft from the helicopter messed up Officer Ma’s hair into a bird’s nest, but he couldn’t care less.
The second the helicopter touched down, he dragged the Flying Eagle straight up.
Lin Feng jumped down ahead of the crew, and said directly, “Officer Ma, there weren’t enough seats in the helicopter.
I could only bring one guy and a forensic with me.”
“Officer Ma!” The forensic assistant, Xiaobao, followed Lin Feng and greeted them.
“Old Qin’s still not done with his vacation, huh?” Officer Ma shook his head, “Xiaobao, thanks for your hard work this time.”
Xiaobao nodded and said, “It’s fine.
Officer Ma, if possible, I’d like to borrow the ship’s medical room, is that okay?
According to what you said, the corpse is still pretty ‘fresh’.
If I check now, it’ll be better.”
The old captain who came with them nodded and said, “No problem, I’ll get someone to arrange it right away.
If you need anything else, just let me know.”
“I’ll go move the corpse then… Where is it, exactly?” Xiaobao asked, looking serious.
“I’ll have someone take you there.” The old captain quickly ordered a crew member to guide them.
Lin Feng looked at the Flying Eagle standing next to Officer Ma, and hesitated, “Officer Ma, who’s this guy?”
“He’s a suspect for now.” Officer Ma replied nonchalantly, “Lin Feng, there’s no time for you and your guys to rest.
The killer needs to be caught before the Baiyu Cruise returns to port.
We can’t keep all the tourists on board forever.
If we don’t catch the real killer before landing, it’ll be a huge headache.”
“The killer could slip away mixed with the tourists… Got it.” Lin Feng’s face grew heavy, “I’ll fly the helicopter back and bring some more guys.”
Officer Ma nodded, “While Xiaobao’s checking, let’s go take a closer look at the scene.”
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…
Ren Ziling pulled out her phone—The faint light in the ceiling passage couldn’t support her eyesight anymore.
“Sister Ren, do you think searching here is actually helpful?”
Lizi was following Ren Ziling, staring at Ren Ziling’s hips wobbling right in front of her… e to think of it, she’d never seen Ren Ziling wear a skirt before?
Most of the time it was simple jeans and a white shirt, hardly any makeup… Okay, she wasn’t exactly a slob, but saying she didn’t care about fashion was pretty accurate.
“Don’t know if it’ll help, but we gotta try anyway.
How do you know the path ahead isn’t what you need?” Ren Ziling crawled ahead, “By the way, Lizi, can you NOT keep touching me?
Are you a LES or something?”
“Eh?
I’m not!”
“Not?” Ren Ziling was taken aback, when suddenly an electric shiver started from her belly and shot straight up to her chest!
Ren Ziling sucked in a cold breath, “Lizi… Something’s crawling on me… Stop!!
Shit, quit messing around!”
The little thing wriggled into the gap between her shirt and bra, circling around her plump peaks… How was our magazine queen Ren supposed to tolerate that?
She reached out to grab that bulge—It had to be a rat!
In a place like this, what else could it be but a rat?
“Shit!
Still wanna run?!
Where you going?!”
“Sister Ren, stop kicking me… Maybe you should just relax?
That rat might just run off on its own.” Lizi, secretly a monster in the flesh, offered.
Frankly, if she let out a whiff of monster’s aura, she could scare the little thing away instantly.
“Hmph?
Groping me and trying to get away?
No way!
If I don’t kill you, I’ll write my name backwards!” Ren Ziling clearly had no intention of showing mercy; her moves only got wilder.
“Sister Ren, that was my face you kicked this time!” Lizi wailed.
“Lizi!
Climb on m—No, climb up!” Ren Ziling hollered, “This little bastard’s too fucking slippery!
I’ll trap it, you pull it out!”
“Huh?
Get on?”
“Yeah!
Climb onto me, we’ll sandwich this shithead together!”
“Alright…”
Lizi tried to wriggle through the cramped space, climbing onto Ren Ziling’s back.
Soon enough, the two were tangled up, legs and all… Unfortunately, this made it even more squeezed.
“What the hell are you doing, just grabbing at random!”
But Ren Ziling shouted, “Your hand!
Get your hand in my shirt!
I’ve blocked the collar, it can’t escape!”
“So… so I’m putting my hand in.” Lizi whispered, then slid her right hand quietly under Ren Ziling’s shirt.
It felt like cold cream—surprisingly soft and smooth.
How to put it?
Lizi realized Ren Ziling actually radiated great Spiritual Power.
She knew Ren Ziling was just a normal person, but maybe she was always around some spiritual treasure, nourishing her body… That’s probably why she looked so darn confident even bare-faced, and why she kept that enviable physique despite instant noodles, cigarettes, and late nights.
“How much longer are you gonna cop a feel?!
I told you to grab the rat!
You perv!”
“I spaced out a bit… hehe.” Lizi laughed awkwardly.
“I’ve pinned it!
Grab it!” Ren Ziling suddenly said.
“P-pinned it?!?!”
Lizi froze.
Instinctively, she looked down at Ren Ziling’s mountainous assets and moved her lips, but honestly didn’t know where to begin with the snark.
Ren Ziling’s hands were pressing her breasts together, her grand, voluptuous Holy Maiden Peaks now even more spectacular and obscene—And wedged down in the canyon between them, sure enough, a little bulge was squirming.
So THAT’S what she meant by “pinned”…
“Hurry!
The damn thing’s chewing my bra clasp!” Ren Ziling urged, “This is a front-clasp, damn it!”
Suddenly feeling a lot of pressure… Lizi sighed, reaching for the bulge squeezed between Ren Ziling’s breasts—the rat.
The rat was still wriggling furiously, squirming up and down between the twin peaks!
“Hurry up, I’m dying here…”
The passage was already hot and stuffy, and now Ren Ziling was drenched in sweat, especially around her neck—sticky and slippery.
Yet that evil little pest kept up its writhing struggle.
“Got it!”
Lizi finally grabbed the mouse’s tail and slowly dragged it out from the cleavage.
“It really is a mouse.” Lizi dangled it by the tail.
But Ren Ziling snatched it up with one hand, not the bit afraid—a sight Lizi was used to, since the last city rat scare when Sister Ren went rampaging with a baseball bat and wiped them out.
Lizi had hoped to let the poor thing live, but now all she could do was mentally mourn it for three seconds.
“You’re dead.” Ren Ziling sneered, crushing the mouse in her grip, and slammed it hard into the ceiling panel below!
So brutal…
“Lizi, do you feel like we’re sinking a little?” Ren Ziling suddenly asked.
“Really…?
Now that you mention it, I think we are?”
Their entangled bodies dropped, and dropped again, and in seconds Ren Ziling was in freefall—total weightlessness!
“Wha—aaa!!”
The two crashed into a steamy, fog-wrapped chamber.
Ren Ziling scrambled up, realizing she wasn’t hurt at all—it was because she’d landed on Lizi.
“Lizi!
You okay?”
“I’m fine, don’t mind pain as much.” Lizi grinned, then mumbled, “Sister Ren, maybe we should get out of here, pronto?”
Ren Ziling instinctively looked around—this misty place was a bathhouse, and a MALE bathhouse at that!
A man, showering inside, stared slack-jawed at the two women who’d just dropped from the ceiling.
His towel slipped right off, but he just locked eyes with Ren Ziling and Lizi, all six eyes meeting.
“Tch, small one.” Ren Ziling snarked.
The guy finally panicked, scrambling to cover himself, mouth agape… as the two women dusted themselves off, acting like nothing happened, and walked away.
…
“Hoo-ha!
That hit the spot!
Beer really IS the best!”
Outside the bathhouse, Ren Ziling chugged a beer from the vending machine.
Lizi, not a drinker, had milk.
“So we didn’t find a damn thing.” Lizi leaned against the wall, sounding helpless.
Ren Ziling slapped Lizi’s shoulder, “Ha ha!
That’s life… Move it!”
Truth was, they hadn’t really gone far—the two were just in the locker room now.
And right then, someone pushed open the door.
Ren Ziling pressed Lizi’s head down, and the two hid behind a locker.
It seemed two people came in.
One suddenly said, “Power outage?”
The other said, “Yeah, around four in the morning?
Blacked out for maybe ten minutes?”
“Really?
Everything was fine in the engine room, though?”
“I dunno, but the control room was out for a bit before it came back.
Nothing happened, I checked, seems fine.
Switched shifts at six and went to bed.”
“Should we tell the captain?
Given that someone died.”
“No need.” The other guy said offhand, “The deputy captain was there during the blackout.
Only lasted a few minutes and didn’t affect anything.
Plus, stuff like that, the deputy captain’s bound to tell the cops anyway, so why should I get involved?
Like things aren’t unlucky enough?”
“True… Okay, shower time.
End of the night shift, finally awake, I’m dead tired.”
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