Chapter 37: One After Another

The police officer looked left and right, confirming no one else was around, before turning his gaze to the person supporting Ye Sangsang. Seeing that the person helping her was also a woman, his vigilance subconsciously relaxed. For safety's sake, however, he still offered a reminder: "If anything feels wrong, make sure to speak up. You two girls need to stay safe at home; don't go out unless it’s necessary."

"We—we understand," Chen Jing replied, a trace of nervousness in her voice.

The officer nodded, looked at the pitiful-looking Ye Sangsang, and smiled at her. "Don't worry, we will catch them as soon as possible."

Ye Sangsang pulled at the corner of her mouth.

Chen Jing immediately leaned forward. "Alright then, we're closing the door."

The officer still hesitated slightly. Had it been a man, he might have been more suspicious, but Chen Jing was a woman in her early thirties, claiming to be a nanny for a blind person. It was perfectly normal for a blind person to have a nanny; barging in to search would be too rude.

Seeing the officer hadn't left yet, Chen Jing’s expression turned grim. Ye Sangsang felt a sharp pain in her lower back; the person behind her was at the breaking point of tension. If the officer took another step forward, she would likely have to act.

She looked in the direction of the officer, wiped the mist from her eyes, and let out a yawn. "We aren't going out at all today. Thank you for your concern."

Watching her actions, the officer had a sudden realization. *Oh, she’s just tired?* Realizing he had disturbed them, the officer hurriedly said, "Then go back and get some rest. We’re heading to the next unit."

"O-okay," Ye Sangsang whispered.

The officer scratched his head. *The little lady is actually quite pretty, and her voice is so soft and sweet.* With that thought, he reached out and helped them close the door.

Ye Sangsang stared forward with misty eyes, feeling the door close in front of her with a sense of helplessness. The officer paused for a moment, didn't think much of it, and slowly shut the door.

[This super-intelligent AI definitely needs slow-motion here.]
[Sister Sang, top-tier acting!]
[Sister Sang: I want to close the door, but I have to pretend I’m reluctant.]

Until the door was completely shut and the screen on the smart lock showed that the people had left, the three people in the room finally calmed down. Chen Jing’s legs went weak from the tension, and she nearly collapsed to the floor. The other two clutched their chests and let out long sighs, relieved to have escaped a disaster.

Ye Sangsang stood where she was, acting as a victim whose life had been threatened—she was supposed to be frozen in place.

"You bitch! You actually tried to signal the police that you were in danger!" After extreme fear, people often experience a rapid emotional rebound, as was the case with Chen Jing now. Scared into leaning against the wall, she realized what had happened and immediately reached out to shove Ye Sangsang.

Ye Sangsang leaned back against the entryway shoe cabinet, looking soft, helpless, and pitiful.

Chen Jing thought of the knife in her hand and wanted to strike, but then she remembered something. She turned back with a look of intense malice. "Brother Wang, finish what you were doing. I want to see if this little bitch can still jump around after this."

"She deserves a lesson, almost getting us caught!" Zhao Changde immediately agreed.

Ye Sangsang hugged herself, slowly shrinking back, trying to move toward the door. Brother Wang had been staring at Ye Sangsang. Hearing the others agree, he immediately rushed over with a grin, dragged Ye Sangsang away from the door lock she was touching, and hauled her toward the bedroom.

Ye Sangsang screamed, her hands and feet struggling desperately.

"Hmph, little bitch," Chen Jing sneered.

Nearby, Zhao Changde hurried to grab a bag, opened it to check, and looked at Chen Jing, who was standing with her arms crossed. "Tell me, are there things in the other rooms? Rich people's clothes, jewelry, and bags should be quite valuable..."

Chen Jing lowered her eyes, looked toward the other rooms, and thought of the luxurious apartment. "You're right..."

***

Back in the master bedroom, Ye Sangsang was thrown onto the bed again. It was clear the man really liked the big bed in the master suite. Perhaps it was also because the bed carried a greater sense of insult, as it belonged to Wen Yanxin’s parents.

Brother Wang looked at the person huddled at the head of the bed, took out his phone, set it aside, and aimed it at the bed.

"Little beauty, let me show you what I can do today..." Brother Wang rubbed his hands together, undressing as he walked toward Ye Sangsang.

Ye Sangsang shook her head continuously, using her hands and feet to scramble backward until she had nowhere left to go. Brother Wang gave a "hehe" sound and lunged at her.

"Ah!"

A sharp, miserable scream instantly filled the room.

[Amazing, heart-pounding.]
[It feels really exciting—well, exciting for Sister Sang.]
[A bully meeting a pervert, it's truly something else!]

Rising along with the scream was Ye Sangsang’s action: she lifted a glass ashtray and smashed it onto his head without a moment's hesitation.

After a dull "thud," Brother Wang didn't even have time to let out a cry before he collapsed onto Ye Sangsang. Blood poured from his head, staining the off-white sheets and Ye Sangsang herself.

Terrified, Ye Sangsang trembled as she reached out and shoved him to the side. She widened her eyes, covering her mouth to stop herself from making a sound, her entire body radiating helplessness.

[Finish him off!]
[Sister Sang is so cool!]
[Finish him off, Sister Sang, kill him!]

It took three seconds for her to realize what had happened, and she shook like a leaf. She wrapped her arms around herself, grabbing the ashtray as well. After a while, confirming he was either completely unconscious or dead, she didn't follow the live stream's advice to finish him off. Instead, she groped around, stood up with the ashtray, and felt her way toward the bathroom.

[Why? Why hide! Fight them!]
[Did Sister Sang turn into a coward?]
[Honestly, this isn't satisfying.]
[To the ones above, do you really not understand Sister Sang's intent? As a victim, one must try hard not to become a murderer.]

The live stream audience looked at the long comment, seemingly understanding something, yet still slightly confused.

Ye Sangsang felt her way toward the master bathroom, but before she could reach her destination, a scream erupted from another room.

"Ah! Someone’s dead!" Chen Jing's shrill voice cried out in terror.

Then came the sound of running footsteps. A few seconds later, Zhao Changde spoke up: "He's not dead, just passed out."

"Go find Brother Wang and ask him what to do!" Chen Jing shouted.

Zhao Changde nodded in agreement. The two had gone to the second bedroom, which was where Ye Sangsang lived. Most people kept their jewelry and bags in their own rooms. Entering, they found, as expected, that the vanity drawers were filled with rings, earrings, necklaces, and jewelry—all designer brands.

Chen Jing went crazy with joy, grabbing the items and shoving them into her bag, raiding drawer after drawer. Remembering something, she said to Zhao Changde, "Go check the reception room. If there’s anything that looks like an antique, take it all!"

Zhao Changde nodded with a smile and immediately turned toward the tea room.

As for the two nanny rooms, they decided to check them later; even if it was just gold or silver, every bit counted.

Zhao Changde entered the tea room to see a shattered glass door and a chair overturned on the balcony. He paused—had something happened here? He didn't have time to dwell on it and turned to the tea table; there were tea sets of some value, but they weren't worth much to him. He wanted expensive antiques, so his eyes swept toward the glass cabinet nearby.

It was three meters high and over three meters wide, filled with all sorts of treasures.

"Damn, these people are rich," Zhao Changde grumbled.

That didn't stop his movements. He picked out everything that looked expensive and put it into the bag he had found, intending to split it between the three of them later.

On the other side, Chen Jing finished packing and walked toward the nanny room closest to the reception area. Looking at the man on the ground, she let out a piercing shriek. Both of them saw the person lying there, and after Zhao Changde checked and said he wasn't dead, they stood in silence for two seconds before rushing to the master bedroom to find Brother Wang.

At this point, Ye Sangsang had hidden in the bathroom. She touched the glass door of the washroom, listening to the commotion of people running inside. Footsteps approached, followed by another scream.

[Geez, she really loves to scream.]
[What is there to be surprised or afraid of? Didn't she just get hit back? Hehehe, what goes around comes around.]
[This one is really fragile, no composure at all. Their emotions all seem so unstable.]

The live stream audience mocked them, as these three were truly vicious.

Outside the door, Zhao Changde’s voice erupted. Having checked Brother Wang’s pulse, he shouted, "He... he's dead..."

"How did you check? His pulse is still beating, he's not dead!" Chen Jing stepped forward, placed her hand on his neck, felt the heartbeat, and looked at Zhao Changde. She let out a long breath, looked at the man bleeding all over the bed, and realized: "Wait, what about the blind girl?"

"Don't panic yet, she can't get away. First, bandage Brother Wang, or he really will die soon." Zhao Changde quickly calmed down and commanded Chen Jing.

Chen Jing was reluctant; she hated that he only knew how to boss her around. "Fine..." she muttered, agreeing unwillingly.

Faced with one emergency after another, she knew they couldn't afford to fight. They had to deal with the trouble at hand first, so she turned to find the first-aid kit.

The master bedroom was filled with the sound of pacing. Chen Jing brought the first-aid kit and began bandaging Brother Wang. Zhao Changde’s actions weren't out of loyalty, but because if Brother Wang died in the house, neither he nor Chen Jing would be able to escape the consequences. Regardless of his motives, they needed to get him out of there as soon as possible.

As for Ye Sangsang, he was certain she hadn't left, as the two of them had been moving back and forth through the hallway and rooms outside the master bedroom. He deduced she couldn't have left the master suite, so there was no need to worry about her running away; they could deal with her after handling this.

Brother Wang had a cut about seven or eight centimeters long on his head. The blow had been vicious, and he was deathly pale from blood loss.

Chen Jing gasped upon seeing it. "That blind girl has a heavy hand."

"Give her a lesson in a bit. You take off her clothes and take photos. Once Brother Wang recovers, we'll find a chance to hit her with a car when she goes out," Zhao Changde said, impulsive and ruthless, yet knowing it was best not to create another corpse.

Chen Jing’s eyes darted around. As she wrapped the gauze, she said, "Isn't there another person in the house? I think she’s a pervert. Even if we leave, she’ll have enough to deal with."

"Right, hurry up. We don't have much time," Zhao Changde nodded and urged her.

Soon, the gauze was wrapped. The two looked at each other and headed toward the walk-in closet and the bathroom near the master bedroom door.