Crime
The Billionaire’s Survival Show
I’m the most notorious actress in the entire entertainment industry.
My agency booked me on a wilderness survival reality show.
They told me I had to kick up as much drama as possible to set off the “perfect” new girl they’d just signed-the so-called National Daughter.
But as soon as we got deep into the mountains, we lost contact with the production crew.
The variety show turned into actual wilderness survival.
Out there, I built a log cabin, hunted pheasants, caught fish, and lived a carefree life.
Meanwhile, those flawless idols were swearing like sailors just to stay alive.
They fought over supplies, and their carefully crafted images shattered completely.
Only later did we find out there were hidden cameras everywhere-and the whole thing had been streaming live every single day…
The Eleventh Step at Dawn
At one o’clock in the morning, I counted the Eleventh Step on the western staircase of my office building.
Resting on that single step was a white sneaker, its laces tied into the same blue dead knot my missing best friend always used.
Five years ago, a woman had died in this building.
Now, the security guard who holds the elevator for me every day looked up and flashed a smile.
“Miss Tang, you shouldn’t go around counting stairs.”
The Mountain God’s Bride
The Mountain God’s Bride The day I was sold into Blackstone Village, they told me I was to be the Mountain God’s bride.
One month later, I walked back out from the mountains wearing a red bridal gown, stilt-walking, and wearing a Nuo mask.
Behind me, a three-mile-long Fire Dragon illuminated the main street.
On behalf of the Mountain God, I asked them: “We remember every girl you’ve sent in over the years. Are your own daughters ready?”
The Non-Existent Thief
I am a Thief.
While I was stealing, the homeowner came back.
With no other choice, I had to hide Under the Bed.
But in the next second, the Man pulled out a Knife and slit the woman’s throat, then took out his Phone to make a call.
Just as he dialed, from the pocket of my clothes,
came the sound of vibration.
The Secret of Five Letters
My husband jumped from a building and died in a pool of blood.
The police quickly cordoned off the scene.
A few days later, the autopsy report came back: the cause of death was a massive intracranial hemorrhage, and his body bore numerous signs of a struggle.
The police told me he had committed suicide and that there was no killer. I didn’t believe them.
The Sinful Luosifen
On a night of torrential rain, I ordered my girlfriend’s favorite milk tea and river snail rice noodles while she pulled an all-nighter.
However, even though the app showed the delivery had arrived at her location, my girlfriend still hadn’t marked it as received.
Just as I was about to call and check on her, the delivery rider sent me a photo through the app.
“Hey man, this is the right place, isn’t it?”
“That guy trying to pry the door open… that isn’t you, is it?”
The Substitute Coroner
I can see the final moments of the deceased through their eyes, a gift that has helped the government solve countless cases.
Everything changed when the body of a drowned man was brought in.
Looking into his eyes, I saw him strangling me just before he died.
And on those hands, he was wearing the Jade Bracelet that had been buried with me.
Three Brocade Pouches
Before my grandmother passed away, she left me three brocade pouches.
“On the seventh day after my death, give these to the seventh person who offers incense.”
On the day of the funeral, I followed her instructions to the letter. When the man who received them opened the brocade pouch, his face turned pale with terror, and he fled in a panic.
It wasn’t until later that I learned the man was a rapist and a murderer.
He had intended to target me that very night.
The first brocade pouch was filled with his criminal record.
She told me to open the second brocade pouch before I got married and consummated the union.
This time, the brocade pouch felt very thin.
Inside, there was only one word.
“RUN!!!”
Vengeance Across Time
July 14, 2018. My flight was delayed due to weather, and I didn’t land until three in the morning.
As soon as I turned on my phone, I received a call from my senior. He told me to get to Baoshan Hospital immediately. Now!
I asked him what was wrong, telling him to explain himself first.
“Xiaoyu,” he said. “Something happened to Xiaoyu.”
My ears began to ring, and a splitting headache took hold.
That day was the third anniversary of my relationship with Qiu Xiaoyu. If the plane hadn’t been delayed, I would have proposed at midnight.
At four-thirty in the morning, I saw her at the hospital.
She was covered with a white sheet. Her exposed skin was deathly pale, and when I took her hand, it was cold and stiff.
It didn’t feel like Xiaoyu’s hand at all.
But the autopsy report stated it clearly: Qiu Xiaoyu had died in a car accident at 6:10 PM at the intersection of Qinghe Road and Wenshuo Road.
“It was a truck. The driver was exhausted and didn’t slow down before… Li Tong!” My senior suddenly grabbed my hand tightly.
My hand was just about to lift the white cloth covering Xiaoyu’s face.
“Let go,” I said.
“Li Tong, it’s better… if you don’t look.”
Choking back a sob, I repeated, “Let go.”
He stopped blocking me.
I slowly pulled back the sheet.
She was still beautiful, her features soft, just like when she tried to sleep in every morning.
Only, there seemed to be a wound on her neck.
And that wound extended downward. It grew deeper and larger, until her entire body…
Was completely destroyed.
I collapsed to my knees.
It felt as if a knife had been driven through my heart. My eyes stung, but there were no tears, and I couldn’t make a single sound.
“Did you forget our anniversary? You have to make it up to me tomorrow.”
I knew it was an auditory hallucination; those were the words from the WeChat message Xiaoyu had sent me.
The final WeChat message of her life.
Our entire story had somehow ended on such an unremarkable sentence…
Suddenly, my throat tightened, and I retched, vomiting up mouthfuls of bile.
Who’s the Prey Now?
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My sister is dead. She committed suicide for a man.
When I was sorting through her belongings, I found a pair of handcuffs and some photographs.
In the photos, she was completely naked, her body covered in bruises.
A rush of blood surged through me, my whole body turned cold, and I was instantly overwhelmed by an indescribable terror and confusion.
But I didn’t know yet that the person who started all this had no intention of stopping.
And I was his next target.