Chapter 317: Pig Crash: A Chilling Night Tale
by xennovelChapter 317: Pig Crashed into a Tree and Tailed Behind
Three years ago.
On a dark and windy night.
The earth was already asleep.
Only a gentle breeze blew, occasionally punctuated by a stray bark.
The cold wind swept along the silent streets.
A lone woman walked down a gloomy path, surrounded by nothing but silence.
Brightness above, darkness below.
It was as if the chill between heaven and earth had even blocked out the moonlight.
The woman walked through the pitch-black night, a look of terror on her face as she constantly glanced around, quickening her pace.
She even broke into a light jog…
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Her red high heels echoed sharply on the concrete.
Just as she felt she had to quicken her steps…
Suddenly, a dark silhouette appeared before her.
A sinister voice emerged from the shadows, “Hey, little miss, where do you think you’re running?”
The woman was so frightened that her soul nearly fled, barely managing to stifle her scream by clamping her hand over her mouth.
She caught sight of a cleaver—a very long one.
In the moonlight, it glimmered ominously, a cold and terrifying sight.
“If you dare speak, I’ll cut you down!”
The dark figure stepped forward from the shadows, revealing himself to the woman. Tall and gaunt, slightly hunched, the middle-aged man wore a face twisted into a malicious sneer as he glared at her.
“If you don’t want to end up dead, you’d better come with me. Got it?”
The cleaver now hovered near the woman’s cheek.
It brushed lightly against her face.
Trembling all over, the woman nodded frantically.
She dared not utter a single sound.
The middle-aged man grabbed her waist and led her into the darkness…
Fifteen minutes later, inside an apartment building.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
Holding the cleaver, the middle-aged man spoke in that sinister tone.
His expression grew even more demented and crazed as he let out a derisive chuckle.
The woman, as frightened as a quail, obeyed without hesitation.
First, she took off her red high heels, then quickly began to undress.
Unable to contain himself, the middle-aged man lunged forward.
Suddenly… Thud!
A slender, sharp blade plunged into the middle-aged man’s neck.
“Ugh!”
The man winced, tilting his head in pain as he tried to scream.
But… Thud!
The blade was swiftly withdrawn, then plunged into the man’s open mouth, slicing into his throat.
It forced his voice back into his belly along with the blade.
The horror on the man’s face—mad, twisted, and terrifying—gradually vanished.
It was replaced by an endless expression of dread.
He wasn’t dead yet; at least, not immediately.
He tried to save himself, to struggle.
Thud!
The slender blade struck deep into his abdomen.
That thrust seemed to drain every ounce of strength from him.
The middle-aged man collapsed onto the ground.
He looked on in terror at the woman holding the slender blade.
In that moment, she no longer appeared timid or meek.
Her expression was disturbingly cold.
Her eyes had turned almost lifeless.
A chilling, sinister aura emanated from her.
Then, the woman crouched down.
Thud!
One of the man’s eyes was pierced through.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
A strange, plaintive groan escaped his injured throat.
Thud!
The other eye was soon impaled as well.
The middle-aged man no longer had the strength to fight back.
Amidst agonizing, soul-rending pain, his consciousness began to fade.
Until, at that moment, he heard the woman’s first words.
They were as cold as ice, piercing to the bone.
They also carried the allure of a demon from hell.
“I’ve been looking for you…for so long!”
Thud!
The slender blade plunged into the middle-aged man’s chest.
It slid deep through the gaps between his ribs, piercing his heart.
His body convulsed violently for several seconds.
Then, the middle-aged man lay still…
Ten minutes later.
The woman stood up and picked up the cleaver that had belonged to the middle-aged man, studying it for a full minute.
Then, with a sudden motion, she swung it down at the corpse’s neck…
One day later, on another night.
A woman in red high heels, carrying a suitcase, stepped out of a residential complex.
She headed out into the darkness.
In the early hours of the morning.
She stood on an empty bridge, at a spot where the Tianyan Surveillance Camera couldn’t reach.
She opened her suitcase.
Inside lay a set of… fresh bones.
Human bones!
They had been cut into countless pieces.
Each piece was bound to a chunk of… iron.
Thud!
The woman threw the bones, one by one, into the sea beneath the bridge.
Only after tossing the last piece did she stand calmly on the bridge, watching the waves.
The first light of dawn slowly crept over the horizon, illuminating her porcelain face with an eerie smile…
……
“Horror story?”
Slowly looking up, Xiao Yu’s expression turned odd as his gaze shifted from the case files to Zhao Changshan’s face. “Was this story told by a prisoner?”
Good grief, how terrifying.
He joked, “I was so scared I nearly dropped my dried fish snacks!”
“…”
Zhao Changshan wore an expression of exasperation, unsure how to explain to his junior.
But what was with the junior’s overly imaginative look?
“All because of that stupid horror story 513…”
Suppressing his laughter, Xiao Yu shot a glance at his superior, “Our team spent a full nine days investigating this?”
Zhao Changshan: …
His face reddened as he realized what the junior meant.
The core takeaway: the pig crashed into a tree, and you all collided with it… a tailgating incident?
Seeing his boss flush with embarrassment, Xiao Yu thought it best not to mock him.
After all, you might not spare a man’s pride,
but you must always spare his kidneys.
“Not likely.”
Shaking his head, Xiao Yu said in a serious tone, “First, the slender blade the woman used—where was it hidden? Second, the force is off. The middle-aged man was an ordinary person; when first stabbed, he wouldn’t have turned weak so quickly. He would have resisted fiercely—how could he have allowed the woman to strike a second blow? And third, plunging a sharp weapon into the chest is nearly impossible. The pressure between the ribs would make it nearly impossible to force through without specialized chest-opening tools. It just doesn’t add up, the operation is too difficult!”
The entire story is riddled with contradictions and loopholes—it’s just not possible.
Clearly, this story is blatantly fake.
Xiao Yu was thoroughly puzzled.
How could you professional investigators be fooled like this?
And you actually spent nine whole days chasing down a story?