Chapter 337: Who Gave You the Nerve?

Chapter 337: Who Gave You the Nerve?

“Pervert? Hahaha…”

Yu An’an burst into a piercing, triumphant laugh.

Holding back the urge to strike, Xiao Yu glared coldly at the laughing woman. “Laugh all you want.”

“Hmph!”

Yu An’an stifled her laughter. “Now what are you going to do to me?”

Xiao Yu frowned.

What was her trump card?

With just one bullet, she could end a life. Did she really think a knife would intimidate the police?

How could she still be so cocky?

Something felt off as Xiao Yu scanned the room.

Uh… his eyes froze on something beneath the wooden bed.

The bed was odd—a thin wooden board propped up by four legs.

The board was so flimsy it barely supported a person’s weight.

Underneath, Xiao Yu spotted a crossbow, its string drawn and loaded with a bolt.

The crossbow was aimed directly at the bed.

More precisely, at Feng Xiuyun lying on it.

Given the crossbow’s penetrative power…

Not only that.

A mechanism was built into its trigger, suspending a small iron block above.

This iron block hung on a fishing line whose other end was tied to Yu An’an’s foot.

If Yu An’an died or moved her foot, the line would slacken, dropping the block to trigger the mechanism.

Xiao Yu squinted and signaled to Guo Qiang and the others behind him.

They lowered their pistols.

“Clever,” Yu An’an said in surprise.

Xiao Yu recalled a saying.

A man can marry at 22.

But he can enlist at 18.

What does that suggest?

First, it’s easier to kill than to be a husband.

Second, handling a woman is tougher than waging war.

Third, a woman can be far more terrifying than any enemy.

Before, Xiao Yu had thought it was just a joke.

But think about it – isn’t there some truth to it?

Consider Yu An’an here, 27 years old.

She began her crimes five years ago when she was just 22.

In three consecutive cases, three victims—two of whom were brutally raped, abused, and disabled… while the third became a vegetable.

And that wasn’t all.

A murder video showed Yu An’an ruthlessly killing Li Shuangcheng three years ago.

The process was clean and efficient – dismemberment, shattered bones…

Ordinary men, even butchers, couldn’t achieve that.

Yet she did!

A perverse woman like her makes normal men seem pitiful.

Even Xiao Yu was nearly fooled by her disguise.

No, it wasn’t entirely her fault; I trusted the wrong person, he fumed internally.

“Why so silent?” Yu An’an sneered.

“What do you want me to say?”

Calculating a plan to save Feng Xiuyun, Xiao Yu remained calm. “Is it really necessary to exchange words with a psychotic?”

“Do you think I don’t dare kill her?”

A flash of ferocity crossed Yu An’an’s eyes as she edged the knife closer, pressing it against Feng Xiuyun’s neck.

“You dare.”

Xiao Yu stared intently into her eyes. “That’s why I find it odd – you clearly didn’t need to do that.”

“Because…”

A sickly flush spread across Yu An’an’s face, almost drunken in its intensity, yet her eyes sparkled with wild excitement. She even licked her lips. “She wore red shoes!”

So it was all about the red shoes… Xiao Yu frowned.

No, plenty of women wear red shoes. There must be something else special about her.

His gaze shifted; Xiao Yu’s eyes fell on Feng Xiuyun’s legs.

Long legs… squinting, he glanced at Yu An’an’s as well.

The shape was similar – so straight.

But Feng Xiuyun’s legs were even more attractive than Yu An’an’s.

His mind raced as he recalled the records of the three victims from five years ago.

They were all between 165cm and 170cm.

It’s common knowledge: taller means longer legs.

Long legs, red shoes, and straight lines… Xiao Yu glared at Yu An’an. “Jealous? Jealous of someone else’s long legs, their perfectly straight limbs, and the way red shoes elevate their look compared to yours?”

Is that really a motive for murder?

Some perverted criminals have the strangest reasons for their crimes.

Take, for instance, a case Xiao Yu solved in his previous life.

A man was obsessed with a woman’s long legs – purely the legs, not the woman herself.

He killed the victim and sawed her legs off as trophies.

Everyone harbors their own secret quirks deep within.

Some just keep them hidden.

For others, those quirks evolve into even darker desires.

So… perversion rears its ugly head!

“You…”

Yu An’an’s face contorted in shock as she fixed her gaze on Xiao Yu.

“Don’t act surprised. I’m a Psychological Expert.”

Xiao Yu’s tone was cold. “So, does that mean Li Shuangcheng was really your accomplice? Using him to harm three victims? Too bad, the last victim was mistaken—she should have been Feng Xiuyun, but Li Shuangcheng ended up kidnapping Feng Xiuyun’s sister instead?”

“Useless partners are just that – useless. Besides, you can’t let Feng Xiuyun die, because she’s yours, right?”

“Is that why you were at Li Shuangcheng’s house? You already had their keys. When you discovered Feng Xiuyun had been taken away by him, you couldn’t help but kill her, could you?”

“That video was meant for the police, not for Feng Xiuyun. Are you telling the police that the culprit behind your three cases is dead, turning Li Shuangcheng into a scapegoat?”

“And your aim from the beginning was always Feng Xiuyun’s. You never expected her to end up in prison. That’s why you tricked her out of jail… or more accurately, it was your design that got her released?”

“Is your plan to torture her? Torture the woman you envy to the point of destroying her?”

Xiao Yu snorted derisively, shaking his head. “Jealousy twists you inside out, drives perverts to the edge. If you didn’t get the chance to personally torment Feng Xiuyun, the object of your envy, wouldn’t you be tormented yourself, losing sleep?”

“Shut up!”

Yu An’an screamed, her expression wild and ferocious, her eyes glinting with savage cruelty. “Damn it! Damn it! Now that you know, what will you do? You got me, but do you dare touch or kill me? You dare… uh?!”

Her words faltered.

In that instant, she merely blinked.

Two meters away, Xiao Yu appeared as if from nowhere.

Not only did he grip her hand, he also stepped on her foot.

“In a fight, you’re no match for me; in tactics, you’re outclassed; in IQ, you still fall short.”

Xiao Yu glared at the struggling Yu An’an, his hold on her limbs tightening.

Crack!

Yu An’an’s hands were forcefully twisted and broken.

Snap!

Her feet were crushed under his stomp.

“Move you? Kill you? Do I dare?”

Gazing at the anguished, screaming Yu An’an, Xiao Yu calmly said, “Who gave you the nerve, Liang Jingru?”

You worthless dog!