Chapter 15 She Smiled_1

Zhao Er looked at you with lifeless eyes, appearing very haggard.

Her condition made your heart ache. Without thinking, you cut your finger with scissors. Enduring the pain, you squeezed out fresh red blood and dripped it into Zhao Er's mouth.

Soon, Zhao Er's complexion returned to its rosy state, and her lips were still sensually red.

She grabbed your right hand, and you thought she wanted to suck more blood, but instead of continuing to drink, she used her little almond tongue to lick your wound.

Finally, Zhao Er held up three fingers to you.

You quickly understood, "Zhao Er, do you mean you only need three drops of blood, is that right?"

Zhao Er nodded, her sexy lips curving slightly upward, and she smiled.

She smiled!

She actually smiled!

You hugged Zhao Er with joy, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness, almost spilling over.

Thank heavens, thank the earth, thank Allah, Buddha, Jesus Christ, and the Virgin Mary!

This feeling of watching the clouds part to reveal the moon filled you with such joy that you couldn't help but kiss Zhao Er's delicate cheeks over and over.

After the excitement, you still habitually took Zhao Er to the dining room. As you were about to start cooking, Zhao Er beat you to it by putting on an apron. To your astonishment, she skillfully picked up a kitchen knife, and soon the sound of the blade chopping on the cutting board echoed from the kitchen.

Zhao Er's knife skills were astonishing!

Lighting the stove, splashing oil, stir-frying, plating!

Her actions were smooth and simple, as if she were a chef who had worked in a star-rated kitchen for over a decade; the dishes she cooked had it all—color, aroma, and taste!

Zhao Er cooked four dishes, just like you. After sitting down face to face, what surprised you even more was that she actually picked up food with chopsticks and fed it to you.

Oh, the happiness was overwhelming!

To have such a wife, what more could a husband ask for!

In just one morning, Zhao Er underwent earth-shattering changes. Happiness came so quickly that you felt like you were in a dream.

After the meal, Zhao Er wanted to clean up the dishes and head to the kitchen, but you stopped her.

You smiled at the puzzled Zhao Er, "Your hands are too delicate for dishwashing. Let me do it."

Zhao Er nodded, seemingly understanding.

Afterward, you started talking with Zhao Er and found that her speaking ability was still somewhat lacking. However, she seemed to understand most of what you said, and now that she had her own consciousness, she showed no aversion to you. Instead, when sitting together, she preferred to lean against you, resting her cheek against your chest, and gazing steadily at you.

Zhao Er's understanding must have come from watching TV. You hadn't been cozy for long when Xian Qianling called again, and you noticed her car parked right outside, looking at you and Zhao Er through the window.

You reluctantly answered the phone, "Officer Xian, didn't you say this morning that the case of the blood-sucking zombie was taken over by another department?"

"Yes, but I've got another skinning murder case on my hands, very tricky, so I'm asking for your help."

Since she was already at the door, there was no chance for you to refuse. As you stood up, Zhao Er followed you to the door.

"Zhao Er, you stay home and take care. I'll be right back."

However, Zhao Er shook her head slightly, "I, follow, you."

Although Zhao Er's expression was still dull, at least there was a hint of liveliness in her eyes.

When you went outside, you found that Xian Qianling had driven herself today. Her vehicle was a Dongfeng Warrior, with a rugged appearance similar to the J-10 fighter jet, following a tough style that men would fall in love with at first sight.

The interior of the car was spacious, and the decor matched Xian Qianling's personality—cold and solid.

"Is this your car?"

Men have their hobbies, and even though you were a commoner, your love for cars remained unchanged.

Xian Qianling obviously had no interest in changing the subject. She handed you a folder, and when you opened it, you were greeted by a bloody scene.

It was a photo of a person, a woman without skin.

Starting from her head to her feet, every inch of skin on her body had been peeled off, even the hair along with the scalp, leaving only raw muscles and blood vessels. The sight was nauseating at a glance.

You looked through the photos with a frown. There were two victims, both female. You also looked at their photos before the incident, two modern women with graceful figures and beautiful faces.

You handed the materials back to Xian Qianling, "How many days apart were these two victims attacked?"

"Three days," Xian Qianling replied, then asked back, "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, just take me to the crime scene."

The two of you rode in silence, with Zhao Er nestled in your arms like a well-behaved child.

However, during the drive, Xian Qianling's phone rang several times. Each time, she glanced at it and ignored it.

About half an hour later, the SUV stopped in front of an apartment complex.

As soon as the car steadied, a handsome man in a crisp suit came up quickly with Zhang Zifeng.

"Qianling, where have you been? I called you a dozen times and you didn't answer. I was so worried."

Xian Qianling opened the car door, not even bothering to give him a second glance, and hurried into the building.

Zhang Zifeng stood somewhat obsequiously next to the handsome man. When he saw you getting out of the car, he deliberately raised his voice, "Li Muyun, how come you're in Team Xian's car?"

The SUV was high off the ground, and you couldn't be bothered with Zhang Zifeng. Instead, you reached out to Zhao Er in the car.

"Zhang Zifeng, who is he?" The handsome man's tone was rather cold and carried deep hostility.

At that moment, Zhao Er leaped into your arms from the car, her flowing hair and nearly perfect figure momentarily dazzling the two men.

Especially the handsome man, who stared at Zhao Er with intense fascination in his eyes.

You held Zhao Er's delicate hand and passed by the two men.

You hadn't walked far when the handsome man quickly stepped in front of you, reaching out to block your way, "This area is under police control, outsiders are not allowed in."

"Let him in, I'm responsible for him," Xian Qianling's voice came over.

You looked down slightly at the handsome man, who was shorter than you, and with a slight smile and a tilt of your lips, you nudged him back two steps with your shoulder, standing with Zhao Er in front of the mailbox.

"What are you doing?" Xian Qianling came over when she saw you standing still.

"Which floor is the victim's apartment on?"

"609."

She stood not far from you, her eyes like black gems, staring straight at you.

After a few calming breaths, you extended your left hand and placed it on the mailbox for apartment 609.