Chapter 146 [VIP] The Extreme Evil White Nightmare (22)

Chapter 146 [VIP] The Extreme Evil White Nightmare (22)

"You?" Meng Siqi was taken aback.

The man standing before her was none other than Jiang Sheng, the heir to Long City Enterprise. She was not just surprised—she had never suspected someone she knew.

She recalled when Jiang Sheng had come to her house for a game of mahjong and left her his business card. At the time, her brother Meng Tingzhe might have introduced her to Jiang Sheng, hoping to arrange a marriage between them for the sake of a business deal.

Later, because of the demolition compensation involving You Meihua and You Shenghua, she had gone to the Long City Enterprise building. Jiang Sheng had personally received her that time, and it was then that she got to know his true nature—a spoiled, disrespectful man towards women. However, she never imagined that Jiang Sheng was the mastermind behind the Seattle Club, the culprit behind the wrongful deaths of five female workers at the textile factory, the demon who abused Ruan Mengying, the nightmare of many young girls and boys, and the perpetrator who kidnapped Xu Yizhou!

His crimes were so many they couldn’t be counted!

But now that she knew Jiang Sheng’s true colors, Meng Siqi remained eerily calm, confident that he would soon face justice.

"Siqi..." Jiang Sheng gave a sly smile as he approached, his lips curling into a smirk, "I’ve come to take you away!"

"We’re heading to Hong Kong this afternoon, then on to Australia!" He toyed with a knife in his hand, his eyes narrowing as he studied her reaction, stopping just a few feet away.

"Hmph." Meng Siqi sneered in disdain, "Do you really think you can get out of Jinyang City?"

"You want to arrest me? You didn’t bring a pistol, just a pair of handcuffs. Do you think I’ll surrender obediently? I have endless properties in Australia and inexhaustible wealth. If you go with me, you’ll live a life of riches and honor."

"You think you can kidnap a police officer and leave the country?"

"No, it’s not a kidnapping. I’ve already created a new identity for you—one no one will ever question. From now on, you’ll be known as Meng Ni. Doesn’t that sound nice?"

Meng Siqi almost spat in disgust, "Disgusting!"

"Haha... Don’t be so hasty. I’m showing you how serious I am. Besides the properties in Australia, I’ve already given you a gift. Isn’t it grand enough? Without me, could you have caught him?"

"Xu Wangtu?" Meng Siqi asked suspiciously.

"Yes, if I hadn’t arranged all of this, he would probably still be living in peace." Jiang Sheng smiled, extremely pleased and arrogant.

"How did you know it was him?" Seeing Jiang Sheng’s smug smile, Meng Siqi probed, "Twenty-four years ago, at Hope Elementary School in Jinyang City, you must have been around six. Back then, Xu Wangtu’s wife, Xie Wenjuan, was your teacher. Did you know Xu Wangtu even then?"

Jiang Sheng's upward-curled mouth dropped a little, his face showing some disbelief, and he retorted, "Did you guess?"

"Why should I tell you?" Meng Siqi wanted to stall for time. If the police station detected her signal, they would head in this direction, towards the airport. At least Jiang Sheng wouldn’t be able to board a plane and escape.

"You’re very smart, Siqi," Jiang Sheng smiled again, "Not only are you intelligent, but you’re also fearless against power, disdainful of wealth, and uninterested in riches—which is exactly why I admire you."

Meng Siqi didn’t want to respond to him.

"But your cleverness may backfire. On the way here, you dropped at least two letters. Did you want to pass information to the police station? Do you think I’m the kind of villain without any intelligence?" Jiang Sheng’s mouth curled up, exuding arrogance.

Meng Siqi hadn’t expected that Jiang Sheng was more difficult to deal with than she imagined. If Jiang Sheng discovered her tricks, he would definitely retaliate against the child. A sense of loss suddenly lingered in her heart.

"Even though you broke your promise, I forgive you," Jiang Sheng said with a smile, "And not only do I forgive you, I’ve brought you a special gift. Follow me."

Jiang Sheng toyed with the small knife in his hand and walked towards a car. Meng Siqi remembered that he usually liked to fiddle with cigarettes, but this time he had switched to a small knife and was using his left hand, indicating that he might be left-handed.

In that small blue car, if there was a "gift," Meng Siqi guessed the most likely was Xu Yizhou.

Her heart raced as she followed Jiang Sheng to the rear of the blue car. He popped open the trunk.

Meng Siqi furrowed her brows. Could Xu Yizhou be hiding in the trunk? That little girl might be suffocating.

When the trunk opened, what met Meng Siqi’s eyes was a suitcase lying in the trunk. Jiang Sheng unzipped it and opened the suitcase lid. At that moment, her suppressed heart felt as if it had torn apart.

The little girl was curled up inside the suitcase, lying on her side in a fetal position.

Her hands and arms were tightly squeezed in front of her curled-up body, forming a praying gesture. Her small face was very fair, her eyelids tightly closed, her lashes still, but there was a hint of color on her skin, and her lips had a faint tint as well.

She examined her chest closely and saw a slight rise and fall. Xu Yizhou was still alive, and that was the happiest thing for her that day.

But she didn’t show any of this joy; instead, she coldly asked, “What did you do to her?”

“What?” Jiang Sheng turned to look at her and smiled. “You don’t look happy. Not thrilled with this living gift?”

“Did you give her sleeping pills?”

“Just a few sleeping pills,” Jiang Sheng replied, reaching out to close the suitcase.

“Wait,” Meng Siqi stopped him. “Do you want to suffocate her?”

“Are you that worried about her?” Jiang Sheng stepped back two paces. “Don’t worry, I also hope she goes back alive, so you’ll be willing to come with me, right?”

“The plane is at three in the afternoon,” Jiang Sheng reminded her.

“Jiang Sheng, I can go with you, but can you truthfully answer a few questions for me?”

“Oh?” Jiang Sheng’s smile grew wider. “You still want to interrogate me? I’ll answer you, but I’ll only give you ten minutes, or we’ll miss the plane.”

“Eight years ago, how did the Five Golden Flowers from the Dandelion Textile Factory die?”

Jiang Sheng frowned and, after a moment of silence, said, “How am I supposed to answer that?”

“Don’t you want me to go to Australia with you?”

“Hmm, interesting, I didn’t expect you to have me backed into a corner. Fine, I’ll tell you. There were many women in uniform at the club because many men like women in uniform. From a young age, I’ve always liked women in uniform. And right now, I like you. But my liking for them and my liking for you are different. I only like them when they’re in uniform, but with you, it’s different. It’s about who you are as a person. I did have the Five Golden Flowers, but soon, I got bored of them. As for how they died, you’ll have to ask Jia Longhui.”

Meng Siqi did her best to stay calm and continued, “What about Ruan Mengying?”

“Ruan Mengying?” Jiang Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at her. “Are you asking why I let her go?”

He spoke slowly and deliberately, “Ruan Mengying was fiercely beautiful. She owed me money, so she signed a one-year contract. After a year, she said she wanted to leave,” he smiled and said, “Do you think that was possible? But somehow, I actually let her go…”

His smile faded a little, as if recalling something important, and he slowly said, “Ruan Mengying’s eyes resembled my mother’s…”

Jiang Sheng remembered the first time he met Ruan Mengying, when Jia Longhui had sent her to a private room. At that time, he was sitting in an armchair, smoking and watching a Hong Kong gunfight movie on TV.

Two subordinates pulled off the black hood covering Ruan Mengying’s head. Jiang Sheng glanced at her and found her very pretty and innocent, but he had seen too many beautiful women, and in his eyes, she was just a commodity.

Though held down by the two subordinates, Ruan Mengying remained defiant, but eventually, she knelt before him in submission.

“What’s going on?” Jiang Sheng asked lazily.

“Boss, her name is Ruan Mengying. She’s twenty-one and works at a Development Bank. She owes us hundreds of thousands and couldn’t pay it back, so we brought her here.”

The girl looked up to argue, with frustration. “Boss, I borrowed eight thousand yuan at first and repaid it on time, but they falsely accused me, saying I was a day late. Later, the amount just kept growing, and I couldn’t afford to pay it back.”

At that moment, when Ruan Mengying looked up, her beautiful eyes caught Jiang Sheng’s attention. He stared at her for a while, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. But he was wearing a white mask, which made his smile look like a terrifying grin, causing the girl to shudder.

Jiang Sheng scolded his two subordinates. “What’s going on? Do you know this is illegal?”

A heavy silence filled the room.

One of them mumbled, “Actually, she did bring the money that day, but she forgot to sign the IOU.”

"That's not how it is," Ruan Mengying protested. "They said that as long as the money was given, there was no need for a signature."

"What a shame," Jiang Sheng said, taking a drag from his cigarette and stubbing it out in the ashtray. "You work at a bank. Don’t you know loans need to be documented in writing? There's nothing I can do about this."

Ruan Mengying sobbed, "Boss, can you give me another chance? If it keeps growing, I’ll never pay it off in my lifetime."

"A whole lifetime, wasted on someone so young and beautiful," Jiang Sheng said, suddenly picking up the ashtray and throwing it towards the door. It hit one of the men's hands, leaving it bruised and trembling uncontrollably.

"She said she couldn’t pay! Why did you bring her back?" he shouted.

"Boss, we're sorry, we're sorry." The two men bowed their heads and apologized repeatedly.

"Get out! All of you, get out!" The two men stumbled out under Jiang Sheng’s roar.

A trail of ash fell from the ashtray onto Ruan Mengying's head, dusting her dark hair white.

Jiang Sheng leaned over and gently blew the ash from her hair.

Ruan Mengying flinched and leaned back, her face ashen.

"Don’t be afraid," Jiang Sheng said softly, lifting Ruan Mengying’s chin. "If you can't repay, there are other ways."

The only sound in the air was Ruan Mengying’s rapid and fearful breathing.

"You owe us a lot of money, right? You don’t want to default, do you?" Jiang Sheng’s tone was gentle. "For fairness, we'll sign a contract. You'll work here for a year. Don't worry, this place is legitimate. After a year, all debts between us will be cleared."

Tears welled up in Ruan Mengying's eyes as she reluctantly agreed.

Soon, she signed a contract and was even required to wear the uniform of the Development Bank. She faced Jiang Sheng again and cautiously asked, "Boss, what exactly is my job? I can work very hard."

"Oh, since you're so eager, let me teach you." Jiang Sheng slowly unbuckled his belt. "Come here. Start with your mouth. You know what to do, right?"

The door slammed shut. Outside, loud music drowned out Ruan Mengying’s desperate cries of "No, no!"

That day, Jiang Sheng removed his thin white gloves. At the club, he always wore a mask and gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, but that day, he wanted to feel the maternal scent on Ruan Mengying.

Facing Meng Siqi's bright and fearless eyes, Jiang Sheng smiled and casually said, "Her eyes reminded me of my mother... That’s why I treated her differently. Every time I was with her, I felt guilty. Even after a year, I couldn’t break her. She wanted to leave and even mocked me for not keeping my promises. That day, I took her picture and told her, Ruan Mengying, if you want to go to the police, go find Lu He. He’s the most upright and skilled detective in the world. I’ll bet on who dies first!"

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng clenched his back teeth, his smile revealing a hint of evil and contempt.

Meng Siqi felt a pang of pain inside but remained calm on the surface. She knew Jiang Sheng was playing a hunting game with Ruan Mengying, like a beast that, after capturing its prey, lets it go, only to always have its fangs aimed at it, ready to devour it at any moment.

She sneered, "So, you never expected that she would use her death to condemn you!"

Jiang Sheng gritted his teeth. "A club is nothing to me."

"Meng Siqi," he leaned forward, a mad smile curling at the corner of his mouth, "Do you think I could have kept Seattle, the city of entertainment, safe for ten years by myself? Do you think I escaped without protection? Do you think what you see is the entire world, Meng Siqi? You’re too naive. Do you think a tiny firefly like you can still shine when it falls into the night?"

"Yes, I am a firefly," Meng Siqi said seriously. "No matter how vast the darkness is, there are thousands and thousands of fireflies like me. No matter how terrifying the darkness is, the multitude of lights will turn the night into dawn!"

"Dawn?" Jiang Sheng shook his head uninterestedly. "I’m just the tip of the iceberg. You can’t even begin to imagine how deep the darkness goes. What truly hides beneath this white mask?"

Meng Siqi frowned. "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Haha, even if I go back with you now, what can you do to me? Do you have any evidence against me?"

Meng Siqi coldly replied, "Then wait! Jiang Sheng! Let's see who wins in the end! Your crimes are too many to count: premeditated murder, illegal possession of drugs, illegal possession of firearms, unlawful detention, organizing prostitution, rape, kidnapping. You will eventually be sentenced to death!"

"Haha, add one more charge, detaining a policewoman," Jiang Sheng said with a smile, raising his watch to remind her, "The ten minutes are almost up."

"One last question—answer honestly. Over the past year, two girls in the city have been murdered, with a delicate red makeup applied to their bodies. The case is called the Red Makeup case. Was it you?"

Jiang Sheng smiled boredly again. "Do you think I’m behind every unsolved case? I didn’t have the time to put makeup on them!"

"But you did put makeup on Ruan Mengying."

"Yes, but it was to humiliate her. She wanted to leave the club, so I took some photos to remind her that she'd always have something on me, that she could never escape."

"Are you absolutely sure you didn’t kill those two girls?" Meng Siqi persisted, staring at his expression.

"No! How many times do I need to say it?" Jiang Sheng said impatiently. "Alright, we’re set then, right? Between you and Xu Yizhou, only one can survive. Make your choice, and let’s get going. Don’t worry, someone will ensure Xu Yizhou is sent to a safe place, as long as we make it to Australia."

Meng Siqi felt an indescribable sense of loss and confusion. She remembered Lu He mentioning that the White Mask could be the killer behind the Red Makeup murders, but there was no absolute certainty. Since Jiang Sheng denied it, it proved that he really had nothing to do with the Red Makeup case.

As she remained silent, Jiang Sheng smiled and said, "Siqi, everything is arranged perfectly. No one can ruin our happy plan. From now on, it'll just be the two of us."

She sneered. "Do you really think that by imprisoning a police officer, you’ll live peacefully?"

"Remember Xiang Jie? Five years ago—who cares now?" Jiang Sheng laughed arrogantly.

Meng Siqi felt a stabbing pain in her heart, her face struggling to contain her expression of rage. "Yes, five years!"

"In my life, I’ve messed around with all types of uniforms—except for a female cop’s. I like you too much, Siqi."

At that moment, Meng Siqi was wearing an olive-green police shirt, black pants, and small leather shoes. Although she had a beige coat open, it still revealed her tall figure and perfect body lines.

Jiang Sheng’s gaze lingered on her figure, a mix of fascination and indulgence. "Of course, I’ll take care of you. But if you don’t obey, things will change."

His kind, indulgent smile filled Meng Siqi with terror, disgust, and revulsion.

"Let’s go, Siqi," Jiang Sheng said, turning his head toward a small car in the distance.

He took a step, and Meng Siqi understood. He wanted to switch cars to take her away, while Xu Yizhou would only be released after she safely boarded the plane.

Meng Siqi followed his pace, but her steps were heavy. As Jiang Sheng walked, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, casually chatting.

"I’ll tell you my story bit by bit. There’s a lot. Don’t rush. For example, about the uniforms, you must be confused, right? When my mother was young, she was a store clerk, always dressed in a neat uniform. Sometimes, she’d bring her female colleagues home to stay. The bed was small, so I had to squeeze between them. I fell in love with the feeling of uniforms back then. I loved those nights. Of course, you wouldn’t understand the pleasure of masturbation..."

Meng Siqi felt nauseous, her depression growing as she followed Jiang Sheng. She even felt her heart might break. She knew this might be her only chance, and she had to make a decision.

Her hand slowly moved toward her pants pocket, reaching for the handcuffs. She knew she couldn’t defeat Jiang Sheng with her bare hands, especially with the knife he held.

Of course, the handcuffs wouldn’t easily restrain his hands. She tightly folded the cuffs together, forming a circle in her palm, and clenched her fist. The steel of the handcuffs was wrapped tightly in her grip.

As Jiang Sheng smugly talked about his past 'works,' Meng Siqi swung her handcuff-clenched fist forcefully, striking his wrist. Caught by surprise, Jiang Sheng dropped the knife.

Jiang Sheng turned around, his face darkening immediately. "Ambushing me?" He clenched his fist to strike back.

Meng Siqi punched again, and Jiang Sheng met her fist with his own. The handcuffs hit his fist, causing him to yell and quickly shake his reddened hand.

He stepped back, quickly bending down to pick up the knife. Meng Siqi chased after him and threw another punch, roaring, "Do you know how Ruan Mengying died?"

Jiang Sheng rolled on the ground, curling up as he laughed. "Feels good, hit me harder!"

Meng Siqi struck again, slamming her fist into his neck. Jiang Sheng screamed but then laughed again. "Go on, kill me. I haven’t felt this good in a long time!"

She kicked him, knocking him down completely, and shouted, "Five Golden Flowers, how did they die?"

Before she finished her sentence, she punched him again, this time hitting his cheek perfectly. His mouth immediately split, blood dripping. He spat out blood, "Feels great."

Meng Siqi felt the handcuffs jolt her palm with a bone-chilling pain.

She threw another punch at his cheekbone, and Jiang Sheng was finally knocked to the ground, his face covered in blood, even splattering a few drops on her hand. He remained silent.

Meng Siqi sneered coldly, released the handcuffs, and prepared to cuff his dominant left hand first. At that moment, Jiang Sheng suddenly raised his right hand, pointing a gun at her.

The dark muzzle was aimed directly at her.

Meng Siqi's movements froze instantly. Jiang Sheng spat out a mouthful of blood and ordered her, "Give me the handcuffs!"

Meng Siqi hesitated for a moment, not moving. She knew that once she lost the handcuffs, there would be no chance for retaliation, but she had no better options at the moment.

Jiang Sheng pointed the gun at her head, slowly got up, and snatched the handcuffs from her hand, cuffing one of her wrists.

"The other hand!" Jiang Sheng roared.

Meng Siqi gritted her teeth, stubbornly refusing to move. Jiang Sheng said hoarsely, "Don't think I won't shoot. After killing you, I'll still take your body away..."

He pulled her hands forcefully, cuffed them in front of her, and laughed, "You don't know what necrophilia is, do you? After raping your corpse, I'll turn you into a human specimen, so you'll stay with me forever!"

"Do you think I haven't been paying attention to you just because I didn't contact you during this time? Whether you're going to work or doing anything outside, I've had people take photos of you. You must be wondering what I do with these photos. It's simple—I can only come when I see your pictures while I'm with other women!"

Meng Siqi clenched her teeth, glaring at him, wishing she could tear him apart! But with her hands bound, she couldn't move at all. She had to stay calm and think of a temporary plan, at least wait until they were in the car, and when he started driving, she could find a way.

"What are you thinking? What kind of scheme are you hatching?" Jiang Sheng sneered, "Do you know how I tamed Ruan Mengying back then? I'll tell you now—every day, I made her kneel before me and lick my cock until she vomited non-stop!"

"Kneel down!" Jiang Sheng shouted, "Kneel down now! Today, you'll use your mouth!"

Meng Siqi's chest heaved rapidly, her eyes reddening with tears.

"Did you hear me? You have no choice! Otherwise, I'll shoot you dead! I'll still defile you! I'll make every inch of your skin satisfy me!"

"I'll count to three, three..." Jiang Sheng deliberately paused, his blood-stained lips curling into a slow smile, as if he were controlling the rhythm of a hunting game. His other hand slowly undid his belt, never taking his eyes off Meng Siqi's expression of anger and restraint.

He found that he liked her even more like this, the feeling of something sacred and pure about to be destroyed. He had already planned to dress her in different uniforms every day in his garden in Australia, playing with her over and over again.

A twisted smile of evil and pleasure spread across Jiang Sheng's face.