Chapter 86.2: Xishan Residential Area (6)

Apart from the identical voice to Yang Tianhao, the aura was completely different from the previous murderer.

Ruan Qing couldn’t see, so he could only rely on sound and feeling to guess. He had an intuition that the man in front of him was not the murderer.

But if he wasn’t the murderer, why didn’t Yang Muqing expose the man?

Or was it that the murderer had just left, really taken a shower, and changed into his own clothes?

If Ruan Qing could see, he would have noticed that the man in front of him was indeed not the previous murderer.

The man was exactly the same person Ruan Qing had encountered in the elevator at the beginning, also Zhou Qing’s neighbor.

Because they lived on the same floor, even next door to each other, the man had encountered this reclusive neighbor in the elevator several times, but they had never exchanged a word.

The man didn’t like this kind of innocent and delicate person, beautiful as he might be, but he seemed hollow, as if he had no soul within his body, lifeless.

Just like exquisite dolls in a shop window.

However, today, the man discovered that there seemed to be something different about the neighbor. It was the same face, the same vacant gaze, but it was as if a clean soul had been injected into the delicate doll, truly bringing it to life. It was so stunning that it was hard to look away.

Already possessing the most delicate and perfect appearance, now with a spark of life, no one could resist him. Beautiful eyes, delicate brows and eyes, a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye—they all seemed to silently captivate others. Every aspect was enchanting.

The man wasn’t someone who judged based on appearances, but he still couldn’t help but gaze at the neighbor, even wanting to possess him.

The man suspected that the neighbor had placed some kind of love spell on him as revenge for his previous indifference. In just a minute of absence, all he could think of was the neighbor’s beautiful and charming appearance.

He couldn’t even enjoy his favorite dinner anymore.

The man’s home was separated from the neighbor’s by a wall. Initially, when he was installing the electrical wiring for the four-story building, he had accidentally opened a hole in the corner of the wall between his and the neighbor’s homes, so the soundproofing wasn’t great. He had even left a small hole the size of an eye.

The man had no interest in peering into others’ lives and privacy, and he was even afraid that the neighbor might be a pervert who would spy on him. So, he had covered up that hole with a panel.

The neighbor was new to the building and seemed unaware of this small hole. That side had no protective measures at all. However, today after entering his room, his heart and mind were tormenting him. He was desperate to catch a glimpse of the beautiful neighbor, nearly driving himself crazy.

The man looked at the small hole that he had blocked, suppressing his inner desires. He wasn’t a pervert; peeping on the neighbor was wrong.

However, after ‘decades’ of persistence, desire ultimately overcame him. He couldn’t even hold out for a few minutes before succumbing completely.

Carefully, the man removed the blocking board and looked through the small hole. He had expected to see the figure of his neighbor, but what met his gaze was a body lying in a pool of blood.

His eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat.

He recognized the body—it was the neighbor’s husband, whom he had encountered in the elevator multiple times. He had even wondered why the man had married such a lifeless doll at that time.

The hole was too small; even sticking to the wall, the visible area was limited. He couldn’t see what had happened at the doorway.

But the man understood—his beautiful neighbor was in danger!

Urgently, the man stood up, wanting to rush next door and rescue the neighbor.

He was anxious, yet there was an uncontrollable excitement as well.

Anxiety because he feared for the safety of his beautiful neighbor. Excitement because the neighbor’s husband was dead, and if he saved him, could he win his affection?

Even if not, he could use the excuse of caring for the fragile neighbor to build a relationship with him. If he tried a little harder, he was sure he could earn his liking. After all, he believed he wasn’t inferior to the husband.

No, he was definitely better than the husband. He wouldn’t let his wife feel inferior. He would give him the world and make the neighbor the happiest person.

But before the man could stand up, voices came from the next-door living room. Hearing the murderer’s voice, the man was left stunned.

He quickly pressed back against the wall and watched as the shameless murderer replaced the husband’s identity.

Turning the husband’s beautiful wife into his own.

The man was boiling with anger. Who was this shameless creature that dared to lay claim to his beautiful neighbor?

The man stood up, wanting to rush over and expose the murderer’s true face. However, just as he was about to open the door, he froze.

He recalled the soft “husband” from his neighbor earlier, unconsciously swallowing. A daring thought arose in his mind.

The depth of the neighbor’s love for the husband was clear to the man. If the husband died when the neighbor loved him so deeply, could he really win his heart by taking care of him?

And given how profoundly the neighbor loved the husband, if he found out he was dead, he might not even want to go on living, let alone fall in love with someone else. This would forever remain a thorn in his side.

Moreover, he and the husband’s height and physique were also very similar. Due to being neighbors, the man knew the neighbor better than anyone else. He knew when he woke up to buy groceries, when he picked up his child, what TV shows he liked to watch, and what he did throughout the day.

He used to particularly dislike poor soundproofing, but at this moment, a sense of superiority rose in the man that surpassed what anyone else knew. Perhaps even the husband didn’t understand the neighbor as well as he did.

He could also mimic the husband’s voice.

If even the murderer could do it, why couldn’t he?

The man felt like he’s gone mad. He’s willing to be a stand-in for another man, and he didn’t feel any repulsion, not even a trace of it.

Before today, if someone had told him he would have these thoughts, he would have looked at them as if they were crazy.

But now, there’s not only no repulsion, but even a hidden excitement wells up within him. Just thinking about the beautiful neighbor calling him “husband” tenderly and softly made him so excited he’s almost bursting.

The man despised his thoughts, even finding himself incredibly filthy. Right now, it’s as if he’s been split in two. His rational side told him he should expose the murderer’s plot, rescue the beautiful neighbor. Yet, he couldn’t control his thoughts, couldn’t control that sudden surge of desire.

As long as the murderer was gone, the beautiful neighbor would be his.

He could even undergo plastic surgery to look like the husband. Even if the beautiful neighbor regained his eyesight, he wouldn’t be able to tell. He could raise the child with the neighbor, and when the child grew up and leave, they could raise a cat or a dog together, growing old as a couple.

Finally, they could be buried together, never to be separated.

But he’s heard that reincarnated lovers search for each other by name. His own name must be carved on the tombstone. This was non-negotiable.

The man returned to the dining table with an expressionless face, eating dinner without tasting it, his attention still on the neighbor’s place. He tried to control himself from peeking next door, silently waiting for the murderer to leave.

However, he didn’t have to wait for the murderer to leave. The neighbor left first, going to pick up the child.

This was a great opportunity!

He could use the husband’s voice to lead the neighbor away halfway. Being with the murderer was too dangerous; he’s doing this to protect him!

Suppressing his inner excitement, the man got ready to follow the neighbor out.

However, he’s disappointed. It’s not just the neighbor who’s leaving. The murderer was also following him.

The murderer was following the neighbor. What a sick twist!

The man pondered for a moment and eventually followed from a distance. He was afraid of being noticed, so he climbed a few floors like the murderer did before finally getting on the elevator.

The elevator was crowded, and the neighbor was squeezed into the corner. He was close, and the murderer was even closer, but he couldn’t protect the beautiful neighbor. He could only helplessly watch the murderer using an umbrella to bully the neighbor.

The man looked at the neighbor, whose eyes were reddening with the brink of tears, and the delicate and fair waist that was revealed. His throat couldn’t help but move up and down, cursing the murderer fiercely in his heart.

Pervert!

Pervert!

Pervert!!!

The murderer followed closely, and all the way, the man couldn’t find a chance to take the neighbor away. He could only return home disappointed and continue to wait for an opportunity.

When Chen Sihan slandered the husband, the man listened too. He also wished he could rush in and give the person a beating.

What a joke? He’s worthy of liking him?

The man waited for a long time, finally waiting for Chen Sihan to leave, and for the murderer to depart as well.

Once he was sure they wouldn’t come back, the man couldn’t wait any longer. He walked to the neighbor’s door, took a deep breath, and directly opened the door.

After entering the room, the man decisively covered the child’s mouth, then swiftly and cleanly knocked out the child, who was trying to scream.

The man looked at the splendid young man before him, his eyes filled with excitement. The voice he let out was exactly the same as Yang Tianhao’s, with a sincere and warm tone. “If you’re worried, I’ll resign immediately and find another job.”

“We can also move away, to a place where it’s just the two of us.”

Ruan Qing slightly tightened his hand upon hearing this.

No, the person in front of him couldn’t possibly be the murderer.

Although the man’s voice was exactly the same as Yang Tianhao’s, there were differences in the pauses and the weight of his speech.

Who was this person before him...?

What purpose did he have to pretend to be Yang Tianhao?

Although Ruan Qing had already figured out that the man was likely not the murderer, he didn’t show it in the slightest.

Ruan Qing opened his mouth with a pained expression, as if the person before him was Yang Tianhao, “Ah Hao, it’s been three years. We’ve been together for three years. I’m really a bit tired now. I can’t distinguish anymore whether you really love me.”

“Let’s give each other some space for now,” Ruan Qing said, and then he tried to pull his luggage and walk past the man to leave.

Seeing this, the man directly dropped the child to the ground, as if throwing away trash. He then gently embraced Ruan Qing in his arms, his gentle voice filled with guilt and restraint, “Ah Qing, I’m sorry. I haven’t given you enough sense of security. I won’t do it again in the future. Can you not leave me, please?”

Unnoticed by both of them, in the photograph hanging high on the wall, the husband’s gaze shifted downward once again, as if observing the two people at the doorway.

 

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