[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-chasing-the-criminal-case":3,"chapter-chasing-the-criminal-case-chasing-the-criminal-case-chapter-263":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Chasing the Criminal Case",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2329031,4554,"Chapter 263: Blood-Red Livestream","chasing-the-criminal-case-chapter-263",263,"\u003Cp>Mao Wei’s bound hands twisted frantically within the belt, while Xia Xue pressed her knee firmly against his lower back, rendering him utterly powerless to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon who had just been arrogant now thrashed like a fish out of water, his cheek pressed against the filthy floor, blood froth oozing from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you grade your ranks?” Xia Xue yanked open the back of his shirt and snapped a photo of the blood-red rose tattoo with her phone. “How many girls do you trick each month? Hmm?” The tiny earpiece buzzed with static—had the earlier message “exposed” been transmitted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking bitch...” Mao Wei suddenly grinned, his blood-stained teeth grotesque and chilling. “Guess what—still live-streaming, those cameras?” He slammed his head into the floor; a glint of steel flashed beneath his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xue reacted in a flash, clamping his jaw. The restraining techniques she’d learned at police academy finally paid off. Her left hand gripped his chin tightly; her right index and middle fingers plunged into his mouth—then searing pain shot up her fingers as Mao Wei used his tongue to drive the blade across her skin, carving a bloody gash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gritted her teeth, face unreadable, and yanked out the two-centimeter blade. Etched in dark red on its surface: the number “17.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh! Custom serial number!” She held it up before his eyes. “So you’re just a low-level grunt.” Xia Xue sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This clearly struck a nerve. Mao Wei thrashed violently, his body writhing beneath her knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!” A deafening crash echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden wall hole the masked man had broken through earlier now tore wider, as if ripped apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blast made Xia Xue’s pupils contract—three muscular men with tattooed arms appeared simultaneously through the torn opening. The leader held a live-streaming phone; its screen scrolled rapidly with comments:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【New merchandise is hot!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wei-ge got caught? Send a rocket to cheer him on!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our viewers want a double female cop show!” The lead tattooed thug chuckled grotesquely, advancing, his phone lens shoved into Xia Xue’s face. “Which first—strip the uniform or tear the shirt? Bros, type 1 to choose...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xue flew into rage, snatching up the metal tripod and swinging it horizontally at the lead thug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dull thud of metal against nasal bone made teeth ache. The live-streaming phone flew away still recording—comments exploded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Holy shit, she actually hit him!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Where are the multi-angle cams? Send ten submarines for close-ups!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two flanked her from both sides. Xia Xue dragged Mao Wei back toward the camera array. Her hand brushed a fader on the mixing console—she remembered the training from the police tech unit: illegal livestreams often used encrypted frequencies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re using a TR-17 signal transmitter, right?” she shouted suddenly, her finger secretly pressing the emergency alarm button. “Last week, Red Sister, who got arrested, said this device needs thirty seconds to reboot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three thugs froze. In that instant, Xia Xue ripped down the studio lights and hurled them at the power box—sparks erupted, plunging the room into darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the faint residual glow from dying equipment, she dragged Mao Wei into the shadowed corner behind the prop cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move!” A cold blade pressed against her neck. The unconscious Mao Wei had somehow freed part of his restraints—he grinned through bloody lips. “My members love watching cops get tortured. Today, you’re mine!” He gasped, grabbing her shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zi-la!” The sound of a button popping off was startlingly clear in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xue drove her elbow into his ribs; as he winced, she twisted and countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blade’s tip had already sliced her collarbone—warm blood trickled into her collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the chaos, her hand found the ceramic shard she’d dropped earlier. She raised it to strike—then caught sight of Mao Wei’s neck tattoo: beneath the blood-red rose, beside the blue “17,” were two minuscule latitude-longitude coordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. 27 Zhakou Road...” She memorized the coordinates. Suddenly, a whistling sound pierced the air. She instinctively ducked, dodging the steel pipe—allowing Mao Wei to break free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red light flooded the room—the emergency power activated. Xia Xue finally saw clearly: all seven cameras had night-vision mode enabled. At least ten thousand viewers watched this hunt. Donation alerts flooded the comment section; a Japanese IP sent twenty deep-sea bombs, their special overlay flashing blood-red: 【Use the iron!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Satisfy our VIPs!” The lead tattooed thug, face smeared with blood, pulled a glowing branding iron from the prop box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xue’s back slammed against a cold metal rack. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an array of torture tools: barbed whips, electric collars, syringes filled with murky unknown fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottom drawer hung half-open, revealing several photo albums, each page pasted with pictures of girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is how you control the girls?” She lifted one album—on the cover, the girl had a tear-shaped mole beneath her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The charging thugs froze. The live camera zoomed in on the album. Comments flooded in: 【Pause transaction】【Shut the stream now!】 Viewership plummeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking bitch, you want to die!” Mao Wei snatched the branding iron and lunged at Xia Xue’s face. She flailed backward blindly—her hand closed around a cylindrical object. She had no time to identify it—she grabbed it and hurled it at Mao Wei by instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!” A burst of white steam rose with a scream. It was a thermos filled with boiling water. It struck Mao Wei’s face—scalding water poured onto the iron, sending up a cloud of steam, while Mao Wei screamed, dropped the iron, and crouched clutching his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looks like his “meal ticket” was ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Xue stepped forward, pressing her knee against Mao Wei’s throat, picking up the fallen branding iron. “Speak! What’s at No. 27 Zhakou Road?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I... it’s a transfer point...” Mao Wei gasped. “Trucks come every Wednesday...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Xia Xue’s heart leapt with excitement, his eyes rolled back, foam spilling from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cursed inwardly, prying open his jaws—his molars’ poison sac had already been crushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment SWAT burst through the door, all seven cameras exploded. Xia Xue threw herself over the albums; the heatwave blew her hair tie loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Luo Fei rushed over, she was stuffing the charred half of a photo into an evidence bag—the faint imprint of a seal read: 【Zhakou Road Warehouse】.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss! Get someone to check this address now.” She slapped the evidence bag into Luo Fei’s palm; blood still seeped from her collarbone wound. “Every Wednesday is when they move the ‘goods.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A commotion erupted down the hallway—the escaped girl appeared at the door with over a dozen disheveled girls. Each bore chain-burn scars on her wrists. One girl in a blue dress sobbed, holding up her phone: “I... I secretly recorded the license plates of every truck that came to deliver...”\u003C\u002Fp>",1134,"2026-06-20T19:35:31.675Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","75c9ce4d3a08abe7079e41dd3d52f317aecdda15a819f59e5f183348ca7cb3b1","chasing-the-criminal-case-chapter-264","chasing-the-criminal-case-chapter-262",276,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchasing-the-criminal-case-cover.jpg"]