Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I told myself I had to stay calm.

I consciously adjusted my breathing, trying my best to appear composed. I took a moment to survey the room’s furnishings. As expected of a wealthy family, the decor was minimalist yet exuded opulence at every turn.

I figured this place was too far from the city center to be a primary residence; it was likely a vacation home used for weekend getaways.

The wedding photo hanging on the wall confirmed that the deceased woman and the man were husband and wife. As for the other woman…

She was most likely the man’s mistress.

The case seemed clear enough: a man and a woman were having an affair, the wife caught them, and they killed her to keep her quiet. Now, were they planning to dispose of the body or frame someone else?

Surely I wouldn’t be so “honored” as to become their chosen scapegoat, would I?

If I ended up at the police station and they asked why I was pretending to be blind, how would I even begin to explain that?

The more I thought about it, the more my mind raced. Even the piano music drifting into my ears started to sound grating and intrusive.

Terrified of the potential consequences, I instinctively stood up.

Unfortunately, I hadn’t taken more than a few steps before the man’s voice suddenly rang out. “Where are you going?”

He had appeared right behind me. Blind or not, anyone would have jumped out of their skin.

I nearly blew my cover. I quickly stammered, “Sir, I am so sorry. It’s a rule in our profession that we aren’t supposed to use the restroom at a client’s house, but I really can’t hold it any longer. Would you mind…?”

I just needed to get to the bathroom to clear my head.

The man let out a sigh of relief. “That’s fine. I’ll take you there.”

He led me to the villa’s bathroom.

The body wasn’t there.

So, he wasn’t planning on dismembering her in the tub? This was bad. I couldn’t figure out what they were up to.

I considered just calling the police right then and there.

But just as I pulled out my phone and before I could do anything, the man walked straight in. Seeing my screen lit up, his face immediately clouded with suspicion.

“Can you use a phone if you’re blind?”

I gave an awkward laugh. “I can’t see, but I can still hear.”

I quickly scrambled for a cover story. “Besides, sir, our rule is to collect payment during the mid-session break.”

I deliberately moved slowly as I pulled up my WeChat personal QR code.

The man frowned. “Isn’t the payment supposed to be transferred directly to your company?”

“It’s the same thing. We hand it over to the company when we get back. The fee is fixed,” I said with a smile. “Of course, if Madam enjoyed the experience and would like to leave a tip, that would be even better.”

The man looked like he understood perfectly. “How much?”

“Twelve thousand.”

The man quickly transferred the money to me. “Here’s a five-hundred-yuan tip.”

I bowed repeatedly in thanks.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, the blood on the floor was gone. The crime scene had been tampered with, which meant the difficulty of a police investigation had just skyrocketed.

“Is Madam rested enough? Can we continue?”

The man gave a grunt of affirmation and led me toward the bedroom.

However, this time, they led me into a different room. Lying on the bed was the female corpse.

Her disheveled state, with her clothes half-torn, gave me a genuine fright. Her face was an indescribable shade of pale; if I hadn’t been desperately psyching myself up, anyone else would have turned and bolted at the sight.

The woman I had just been massaging was curled up right next to the corpse. She spoke toward me, her voice steady. “Let’s continue.”

In an instant, I felt a bone-chilling cold wash over my entire body.