He sat there, stunned, in front of the screen.
The video ended.
But the turmoil in his heart hadn't subsided. Those lewd scenes seemed unreal, detached from reality.
But he knew the video analyzed by the equipment Zhi Ran had left behind couldn't possibly be faked.
Yet, he couldn't calm down. The stimulating images from the video kept replaying in his mind, like ants crawling on a wound rubbed with salt, a painful, aching sensation.
The dark penis entering and exiting her swollen labia, Zhi Ran's gushing urine, the black man's pink tongue entwining with hers, the small hand gripping her black leg until it turned white, the constantly shifting anus…
These were all realities that had happened to Zhi Ran, realities he couldn't ignore.
But he still had one question: how had the intelligent and wise Zhi Ran fallen into such a state?
The video was obtained from Luo Shaoheng, and he and Luo Ming were the prime suspects. However, he still couldn't believe that Zhi Ran had fallen into the hands of these two.
But it was too late; he had to accept the reality. He forced himself not to recall the scenes. Now, the more important thing was to investigate Zhi Ran's fate and whereabouts.
Judging from Luo Shaoheng's injuries, he probably wouldn't have survived. Perhaps only Luo Ming knew Zhi Ran's whereabouts.
After thinking for a while, he finally calmed down a bit.
Just as he reached for the "evidence," his hand suddenly froze. He realized something very incongruous.
Admittedly, even if Zhi Ran had indeed been tricked by the Luo family, based on his understanding of her,
she was definitely not the kind of woman who would simply drift along, utterly dejected and helpless in a desperate situation.
Yet in this video, Zhi Ran seemed completely powerless, allowing the black men to assault her at will, clearly different from the Zhi Ran he knew.
But calming down and thinking carefully, was it really possible that Zhi Ran would do nothing at all?
He recalled their past experiences together. She had once said that all truths are hidden in the details.
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, he watched the entire video again, unlike the first time when he was overwhelmed by the emotional impact and subconsciously skipped over many details.
This time, he opened his eyes wide, listening to Zhi Ran's plaintive moans, watching every detail of the thrusting.
After watching it all, he found nothing. Witnessing Zhi Ran's spectacular orgasm again still stirred his emotions.
Wait, why would Zhi Ran orgasm so carelessly… as if it were specifically designed to attract attention?
No one knew better than him how much control Zhi Ran had over her body. Even in a difficult position—standing on one leg with the other raised above her shoulder—she could remain motionless for half an hour.
Could Zhi Ran have some special intention? He rewound the video again, focusing on every detail of Zhi Ran's orgasms. After watching, something suddenly flashed through his mind, and he noticed a detail he hadn't paid attention to before because he was too captivated.
The anus.
Each time Zhi Ran orgasmed, her anus would contract, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes quickly.
Even when her buttocks were pressed upwards, filled with semen, and her anus was hidden, she would urinate "just in time," the gushing fluid washing away the filth and revealing her anus again.
At first glance, this scene was extremely disturbing, but watching it again, he, who knew Zhi Ran well, immediately noticed something.
The frequency and intensity of each contraction of her delicate anus seemed to correspond to something.
"What is it?" Li Dong pondered deeply; this rhythm felt strangely familiar.
Suddenly, he recalled an experience with Zhi Ran. During their world tour, Zhi Ran had jokingly said to him:
"If I need to say something to you but can't bring myself to say it, I'll use this method."
She took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. He was startled by Zhi Ran's initiative and wanted to pull away, but she held him back.
Her fingers pressed against his palm, her expression serious: "I'll teach you a secret code known only to the two of us."
Her warm, smooth fingers traced lines on his palm, explaining as she spoke.
"I've put the code in the safest place."
"Remember, if one day I use it to express something to you, it will be my truest feelings."
"Don't refuse, because... it's a true secret code known only to us."
Zhi Ran's every stroke of her finger on his palm, that silky touch, he could still vividly recall.
He grabbed paper and pen, suppressing the stinging pain in his eyes, and stared intently at the every contraction and pulsation of Zhi Ran's delicate chrysanthemum in the image. Even the heartbreaking scene of her chrysanthemum being ravaged, swollen, and slightly parted, leaking semen, didn't distract him.
His hand simultaneously traced lines on the paper. A deep contraction of the chrysanthemum represented a long stroke of his finger, a slight tremor represented a light tap, and the frequency of the contractions represented…
It actually matched!
His eyes welled up with tears. Zhi Ran had truly left him a message. Now, only by finding the decryption form could he understand what Zhi Ran wanted to convey.
This was the Zhi Ran he knew—intelligent, wise, calm, and never giving up, even in dire straits.
The safest place Zhi Ran spoke of was the base hidden deep in the mountains of Guizhou, where a security system personally designed by Zhi Ran resided. Even if the base had been infiltrated, he didn't believe anyone could crack Zhi Ran's security system.
However, getting to the base in Guizhou would take time, and he hoped to rescue Zhi Ran as soon as possible.
Finding Luo Ming might yield more clues.
If not, he would have to return to the Guizhou base.
He quickly made up his mind, carefully stored the chip containing the "video," and took action.
He already knew that Luo Ming had left the Luo family with a convoy; now, he needed to find out Luo Ming's purpose.
Fortunately, he possessed the "colonel's clearance" that Zhi Ran had arranged beforehand, allowing him to access surveillance footage…
Half an hour later.
Li Dong sighed. He had indeed found Luo Ming's trail, but it seemed he had been intercepted; news reports indicated a "chain reaction" accident.
However, the information in the security system's database told a different story.
It showed a scene of fierce fighting, like internal strife, before Luo Ming was taken away and disappeared.
Strangely, in the surveillance footage, the person who took Luo Ming away appeared as a ghostly, blurry, overlapping figure, their features completely indistinct.
They only seemed to resemble a hunched old man.
After that, no trace of Luo Ming was found; he seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Luo Ming's trail had simply disappeared…
Li Dong frowned deeply. Something was amiss, but there was no time to investigate now. He only had one option left: to go to Guizhou to decipher the message left by Sister Zhi Ran.
Before leaving, he decided to call Xue Tang at home to inform her that he had to leave temporarily.
The call didn't go through. It was already nearing evening; had Xue Tang still not gotten up?
After several unsuccessful attempts, he gave up, sent Xue Tang a message, and headed straight to the nearest airport.
…
Meanwhile…
In Xue Tang's room at the Luoshen Building, a snow-white, damp body lay prone on the bed, a faint blush lingering on her creamy skin.