The girl in the bus shelter was hanged inside, with a transparent rope looped around her neck. The rope was made of several strands of fishing line twisted together—very strong.
The fishing line dug deep into her neck, cutting the skin.
Her pale skin curled outward, with drops of fresh blood flowing down her body.
Her eyes were tightly shut, and a patch of scalp on her forehead had been torn off. The scalp, still attached to hair, lay quietly on the ground. A breeze gently stirred the hairs.
The exposed, bloody subcutaneous tissue on her forehead was visible to the air.
Her other hand was also tied with fishing line, positioned as if raising it to hail a bus. That gesture made the bus driver stop.
Seeing this scene, the driver screamed in fear and immediately pressed the door-close button, afraid the girl might suddenly move and board the night bus.
This was the suburbs, and many stops on Baofeng Line 3 were in sparsely populated areas.
The spacious bus was nearly empty, and the driver hurried the bus forward, leaving the shelter behind. Only then did he shakily take out his phone and call the police.
The suburban police station quickly dispatched officers to the scene.
When police and ambulance personnel arrived, they saw the girl hanging lifelessly in the bus shelter. Her manner of death was chilling.
A police officer accidentally kicked the victim's knee-high leather boots, causing blood inside the boots to spill out.
Blood from the neck wound had flowed down into the boots.
The bus shelter was immediately sealed off. Detectives arrived quickly to photograph, collect evidence, and search for fingerprints. The shelter was a scene of busy activity.
The reporting bus driver nervously sat inside the bus, being questioned by officers.
…
At a traffic light, Miao Yunfei's Audi Q3 stopped. She turned to Lin Chen and asked, "You used to be a racer, right?"
Lin Chen toyed with his nails. "No, I don't even have a driver's license. How could I be a racer?"
"Not a racer?" Miao Yunfei said, "Then how did you drive like that? Using an Audi to beat more than a dozen luxury cars, including a Bugatti Veyron worth over 20 million…"
Miao Yunfei imagined how big a stir tonight's race would cause in Lu Tengfei's circle.
After she finished speaking, Lin Chen leaned back in the passenger seat, staring out the window silently.
"Hey." Miao Yunfei raised her voice a bit. "I'm asking you, were you really a racer before or not?"
"I already said no. I'm not explaining again." Lin Chen's tone was impatient.
Hearing this, Miao Yunfei found Lin Chen's bad temper and annoying demeanor utterly hateful.
She stopped talking and drove Lin Chen to 168 Changpo Road.
Lin Chen opened the door and got out. Miao Yunfei's cold voice came, "Lin Chen, I dislike you a lot. But I'm kind-hearted, so here's a warning: you'd better be careful from now on."
"Because I beat those rich kids?" Lin Chen turned and asked calmly.
Miao Yunfei snorted, "Take care of yourself. I hope I won't get your emergency call for help…"
With that, she drove off quickly.
Lin Chen shrugged, not caring about those rich second generation.
Back inside, Lin Chen opened his computer and scheduled tonight's chapters of Shrouding the Sky to post. After midnight, fifty chapters would release consecutively, it can make readers enjoy reading to the fullest.
After showering and lying in bed, Lin Chen placed his hands behind his head and muttered, "I wonder how many subscriptions Shrouding the Sky will have by morning…"
At about 7 a.m., Lin Chen woke and immediately checked the author backend of Pirem Novel.
Clicking the VIP sales button, he smiled upon seeing the data.
The performance of Shrouding the Sky didn't disappoint. From midnight till now—over seven hours—it had averaged 55,612 subscriptions.
Over fifty-five thousand and still rising, the number increased every few seconds as Lin Chen refreshed.
The book's comment section was ablaze with activity. Readers were very satisfied with the 50-chapter update. The review count had reached tens of thousands.
Watching the backend earnings rise quickly, Lin Chen was happy but then calm again.
Making money from novels was small-time; once QQ Chat took off, he'd rise as a business titan.
Around noon, Lin Chen was reading and eating takeout in the living room when the doorbell rang.
He went to open it, and a group of people stood at the door.
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