Chapter 237: Too Vulgar
In Villa Room 204, Tang Qiqi had already briefly familiarized herself with this room used to temporarily imprison her. The room was quite cozy, especially for a killer who had been wandering outside all year round.
A bed, a warm white cashmere quilt, a bathroom, a toilet, a TV, and even a wardrobe that seemed to contain a full set of clean clothes. Basically, this counted as a comfortable room.
But!
There was a computer, but it couldn't connect to the internet. There was a water dispenser, but the cup was plastic. There was even a player, but that bastard had filled the room with Blu-ray discs of island love action movies. Just looking at those high-definition covers with brazen, naked men and women going at it made even her, someone extremely indifferent to sex, feel a faint stir of agitation.
This bastard was too vulgar!
She pulled open the wardrobe and looked at the clothes she could change into, then her cherry lips trembled.
Bastard! What kind of clothes are these?
Ultra-short skirts, deep V evening gowns, backless outfits, and even a transparent coat that looked like a raincoat. Letting her wear these—might as well let her die.
Looking at the underwear, she even had the urge to strangle herself. What underwear—these were all thongs! Even the more conservative ones were transparent lace panties. Damn, this bastard!
Was he planning to keep a sex slave?
No, something felt off. Tang Qiqi hurriedly reached out to dig through the items in the cabinet. Her right elbow had nearly fractured today when Pan Ningning shot her. Luckily, it turned out to be dislocated. Even though it had been treated with medicine, it still couldn't exert strength.
She rifled through everything, but as she expected, that thing wasn't there.
She couldn't help but curse. Bastard, you only give panties, so where are the bras? Damn, why aren't there any bras?
She was indeed a killer, but killers also had human rights, especially since she was a killer who loved cleanliness. Her first thought after being shoved into this room by Zhang Yang wasn't to escape but to quickly take a shower.
In other words, she had a bit of a cleanliness obsession!
Looking at her dirty body now, after hiding in the grass for so long with all sorts of strange things crawling down her neck, she wanted nothing more than to soak herself in the bathtub and take a proper bath.
But this bastard—judging from this setup, he probably treated her like some exotic dancer. Wearing these clothes and going braless? Wasn't this basically saying: clean yourself up and wait for me to come play with you?
She tilted her head and looked at the telephone placed on the bedside table. It was a phone that could only call within the villa. In other words, she couldn't call anywhere else.
This phone was for her use, but it only connected to Zhang Yang's room and his mobile phone. Zhang Yang told her she could contact him if she needed anything.
He looked serious when he said it, but Tang Qiqi believed she would never ask him for help!
But now she hesitated. This bastard had clearly set a trap and wanted her to walk into it. She refused to fall for it.
There was nothing in the room she could use to kill herself. Of course, it wasn't that she had no way to commit suicide—she had plenty. But too many things tied her down, forcing her to endure humiliation to survive.
She had thought about escaping, but the room door was specially made. Not even a gun could open it. There was a balcony, but whoever designed this house must have been a pervert.
Aside from stainless steel protective bars, the outside of the window had a full inch of bulletproof glass. Bulletproof glass—damn it, what was this, a house built for the president?
Originally, the window could be opened, but that bastard had installed an electronic lock and reinforced the protective bars. He even placed a camera outside the balcony railing. The moment she moved, that bastard would probably rush in.
So escaping was basically impossible. Besides, she didn't actually want to run. Too many people outside were after her—police and people from her organization. It wasn't that she was scared; she simply felt she had to stay alive.
Living in this villa built like a cage gave her a faint sense of security.
And it looked like that bastard wasn't planning to kill her yet.
She more or less knew the reason why—she possessed too many secrets about the police and about the Spade Eight organization that Zhang Yang desperately wanted to know.
Many people wanted her dead right now, but the only one who wouldn't kill her—at least temporarily—was Zhang Yang.
She had to use this fact to fight for a chance to survive in this narrow gap.
She had been locked in this room for over three hours. Aside from delivering some bread, Zhang Yang hadn't even spoken a single word to her.
Near winter's end, the sky outside darkened quickly, but the weather in Meining wasn't very cold at this time.
Tang Qiqi hugged her elbow and sat cross-legged on the sofa.
As a killer, she often used meditation to calm herself. Only with a calm heart could she think of better solutions.
She knew very well that the room was filled with cameras. Everything she did was probably already in their eyes. They were definitely watching. This kind of dull meditation was probably torture for them too.
She knew Zhang Yang was busy, so he couldn't spend too much time watching her. But if he wanted something from her mouth, he had no choice but to keep observing.
She had tried pretending to hang herself using stockings tied to the balcony rack. That bastard rushed into her room in under a minute and confiscated all her pants and stockings.
This proved that bastard was watching her constantly.
Perhaps this was a good opportunity to play a trick on him. She suddenly felt a desire to torment Zhang Yang. Bastard, if you want to make my life difficult, I won't let you have it easy either.
But it was strange—Zhang Yang had locked her for so long, yet he didn't interrogate her about the Spade Eight organization. Aside from briefly introducing the room, he hadn't spoken another word to her.
What medicine was he selling in that gourd?
Tang Qiqi knew Zhang Yang couldn't possibly keep her locked up without questioning her. He definitely had a purpose, and the biggest possibility was that he wanted to pry information about Spade Eight from her.
So what exactly was he trying to do now?
Based on her past professional training, this was probably a kind of psychological torture—letting a captive stay alone in a small space until their mind collapsed. Interrogation afterward would be surprisingly effective.
But this environment around her was nearly five-star level. Hardly enough to break her. If they really wanted her to collapse, they'd need something like a water dungeon.
What exactly did he want? Or what method was he planning to use to pry open her mouth?
The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she became. Her gaze drifted toward the bread on the table, and she quietly swallowed.
She hadn't eaten for seven hours—from noon until now. Although the bread Zhang Yang brought looked delicious, she suspected it might be drugged, so she firmly refused to eat it.
But this wasn't a solution. If she didn't eat, her strength would weaken more and more.
By then, it would be even easier for Zhang Yang to deal with her.
Tang Qiqi sighed. She had strong willpower and professional skills, but she lacked the determination to die. That was her biggest weakness. She couldn't let Zhang Yang know this.
She understood clearly—if a person feared death, their opponent could easily grasp their weakness and extract anything they wanted.
She wasn't afraid of death, but she couldn't die. That was why she pretended to attempt suicide in the beginning—to cover up her unwillingness to die.
But now, Zhang Yang's lack of response made her doubt whether her tactic was useful. Why wasn't he interrogating her or even testing her?
Of course, if she knew what Zhang Yang was thinking right now as he watched her from the fifth-floor monitoring room, she would probably vomit blood.
Because while she was overthinking how Zhang Yang might deal with her, Zhang Yang's current thought was simple—how to smoothly touch her snow-white, perky breasts to verify whether she was a Star Mender.
At this moment, sitting beside him were Xu Danying and Xu Danying's sister, Xu Danlu, facing the screen of the small supercomputer he had ordered.
Xu Danying and Xu Dantong had just gotten new hairstyles today. The sisters looked identical. They both had their hair straightened, but the ends were curled.
Straightened hair made them look elegant and traditional, but the curls added a bit of modern flair. This gave the originally classical beauty Xu Danying a new kind of charm—stunning to behold.
Xu Danlu was different. Right now, she looked like a beautiful, well-nourished young wife. From head to toe, she exuded an alluring aura.
She wore a purple lace-edged one-piece short dress, barely long enough to cover the tops of her thighs. Her snow-white, shapely legs only needed the slightest lift to reveal the black hollow lace panties underneath—something she and Zhang Yang bought together.
Today she wore a slightly stronger perfume. Xu Danlu was unlike other beauties—she didn't stick to one perfume. Just like her unpredictable personality, one day light, the next rich, and sometimes mixed.
But Zhang Yang knew one thing—she had told him she would try to give him a different Xu Danlu every day.
Right now, she could truly be described as Lin Daiyu by day and Pan Jinlian by night. With a wife like this, what more could a man ask for?
If Xu Danying weren't here, he would have devoured her already. But with his sister-in-law present, he could only swallow his desire.
Xu Danying was here for a reason—mainly to test the "Magic Eagle Eye Surveillance System" module that judged a suspect's psychological state through body language and facial expressions, using Tang Qiqi as the subject.
Six hidden cameras were placed in Tang Qiqi's room. She found two of them, but four remained—and four were enough.
What Zhang Yang regretted was not installing one in the bathroom.
"Brother-in-law, she's taking off her clothes," Xu Danying muttered shamelessly while Zhang Yang stroked his chin, thinking about how to touch her breasts.