Chapter 179: 179 One second heaven, the next second hell

179 One second heaven, the next second hell

As for Zheng Tong Tong's comment, Tushan Jiu blinked, noncommittal.

Well, she really couldn't catch what she said.

Tushan Jiu settled the bill for Liu Qi's knife outright, demanding three thousand yuan.

After paying, Liu Qi suddenly realized he hadn't ventilated the lab by opening the windows, so he hurried back to the experimental building.

Before leaving, he also told Tang Xin her experimental data was wrong, and their group leader was looking for her.

Zheng Tong Tong watched the two people rush off, smiled helplessly, then also said goodbye to Tushan Jiu.

After the novelty wore off, she still had to return to continue contributing to scientific research.

Zheng Tong Tong: "Let's keep in touch!"

Tushan Jiu: "Mm, see you in Nan Cheng."

Zheng Tong Tong blinked, then suddenly a possibility came to mind; she raised her lips: "Good, once we go to Nan Cheng I'll definitely contact you, no holding back."

Before leaving, she also wished Tushan Jiu to shine in her field, and Tushan Jiu wished her to soon fulfill her dream of becoming a human biology research specialist.

She glanced at the time; it was still early.

This little interlude didn't delay Tushan Jiu from continuing to take Xie Shiyu around Yun Da.

After touring the place where she had lived for four years, before leaving she still wanted to visit Mao Dezhi.

Today's shock to him was not small either, and Tushan Jiu said she would go see him later.

Xie Shiyu went to the parking lot after receiving a call, and when he returned he had several gift boxes in his hands.

He said: "Although not every teacher in the world can live up to the saying 'One day as a teacher, forever as a father,' I can see that Professor Mao is very devoted to you."

He treats you well, so I naturally cannot be rude; I thank anyone who treats you well.

Tushan Jiu glanced at those high-end gift boxes in his hands; they were things like ginseng and antler tonic for the elderly, just right for Mao Dezhi's age.

She smiled, linked her arm with his, and said, "My boyfriend is thoughtful; let's go, see the teacher and head back early so we don't keep them waiting."

Hearing that, Xie Shiyu responded with a sound, and thinking of the call he had just received, a flicker of coldness crossed his eyes.

After a few hours, Mao Dezhi had basically digested the information Tushan Jiu gave him.

Whether he believed it or not, it had become a settled matter, so he let it go and didn't bring it up again.

After chatting with Xie Shiyu, he then discovered that he was actually the head of the Nan Cheng-wealthy Xie Family, which left him deeply shocked.

Because of his nature, Mao Dezhi had always focused only on academia and never on business, so he naturally didn't know about it.

However, in the course of talking, he could genuinely feel that Xie Shiyu's character was very good, and more importantly, that he was truly kind to Tushan Jiu.

Now he could truly relax.

Mao Dezhi wanted to keep Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu for a meal at his home.

But they said they had other things to do, and that next time they came to see him they would definitely mooch a meal.

On the way back, Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu first went to a large supermarket for a stroll.

They bought lots of food for the ghosts on Hou Shan.

She bought several drumsticks to fulfill her promise to Zhang Erzhu.

Besides that, they also bought vegetables, planning to cook and eat them themselves tonight.

After buying these things and settling the bill, two people in black suits walked over, lifted the items onto another vehicle, and drove off early to send them back up the mountain.

Not long after, another driver arrived with a car.

This car was the one used when going to the He Family's place.

Xie Shiyu went to the driver's seat, told the driver to get out and hail a cab back, and he himself drove.

Tushan Jiu also got in the car.

After the car left the supermarket, not long after many black luxury sedans passed by in front of the supermarket.

In the car.

Tushan Jiu's phone rang.

Seeing the number on the screen, she had noted it as the Yun Shi Office.

As expected, since those two female ghosts had already owed her a knife and were just as determined, they would naturally settle the score quickly.

Not being proactive about revenge shows a problem with one's thinking.

Who could let an enemy right in front of them catch an extra breath?

Time rolled back three hours.

With Tushan Jiu's knife, the two female ghosts went straight to Wei Huai's home.

At that moment, Wei Huai had just finished drinking the medicine his wife brought him, told her he was going to rest, and she went out.

And after his wife left, he soon got up and went to the small study in the bedroom.

He sat down and opened the computer.

After thinking for a moment, he moved the mouse.

The two female ghosts were now standing behind him.

The mouse clicked a few times, and Wei Huai opened a triple-encrypted folder.

Inside were only videos.

When he saw these videos, his face was full of a sense of accomplishment.

Especially the last two videos.

He opened one of them, and the video began to play.

What came into view was the tall female ghost; it was the video of her being forced by him before her death, the painful pleas for help in the video also failing to awaken his conscience.

The video was an hour long; after watching ten minutes, Wei Huai felt a bit bored, so he dragged the progress bar to the final half hour.

In the video, he discovered that the person had been strangled to death by him; he was only startled for a moment, then he calmly thought for a few minutes, and finally dragged the body down to the underground laboratory.

That's right, his former home had a small laboratory of his own.

Inside were almost all experimental supplies he had brought back from school.

The room's video ended here; next came the surveillance footage, which he had edited together.

He dismembered them, then soaked them in formaldehyde.

If the first tall female student's handling was rather clumsy, then for the second female student he had become much more practiced.

He even said to the struggling second female student: "If you keep resisting, you'll join the previous disobedient one and be soaked in formaldehyde together!"

For some reason, watching him record all this into a video and then perversely enjoy it, they felt surprisingly little anger.

The two of them shared an astonishingly unified thought: they wanted to see what he looked like, one second in heaven, the next in hell.

Isn't he now admiring his own work?

Then let's wait until he's finished feeling pleased with himself, and then send him to hell.

Thus, after he finished playing both videos,

He was about to go turn off the computer, but the next second the computer began to flicker nonstop.

The image was the frame of a close‑up of their faces after he had placed them in the display tank.

Two deathly pale faces, playing back and forth in a loop.

Wei Huai was frightened, thinking the computer had broken, and hurried to turn it off.

As a result, he found himself unable to move, and directly opposite him two humanoid shapes slowly appeared.

Only after he could clearly see who they were did his pupils tremble; he opened his mouth to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

When the time came, Wei Huai's wife knelt in the Buddhist hall and began to burn incense and chant sutras.

But who could have imagined that the person who listens to Amitabha Buddha every day would actually be a demon?

Even his bedside companion doesn't know what kind of person she is praying for.