Chapter 75: Zhou Wu Gets Captured
After his temper subsided, Zhou Wu gazed at Shen Xing's graceful figure and immediately felt that certain urge.
He picked up Shen Xing and carried her into the bedroom.
About five minutes passed.
After they finished, Zhou Wu lay on the bed, eyes closed, resting as he spoke:
"Baby, I was thinking of selling this place and buying another one somewhere else. What do you think?"
Shen Xing froze at his words and asked, "Honey, why?"
Zhou Wu sighed. "Well, I didn’t expect your ex-boyfriend to live here too!"
Shen Xing’s eyes reddened, looking pitiful and fragile:
"So what you're implying is that just because my ex lives here, I’ll reconnect with him? Rekindle old flames?"
"Do you... do you really not trust me at all?" Her voice trembled as tears streamed down her face like pear blossoms in the rain.
Seeing her cry, Zhou Wu immediately embraced her, pulling her delicate form close. "No, no, it’s not that I don’t trust you. Your loyalty to me is beyond question. It’s your ex I don’t trust. I’m afraid that since we live so close, he might take advantage when I’m not home and harass you, you know?"
"Besides, this place is fine for now, but once we have kids, it’ll be too small."
"Oh, I see... Alright then, honey, let’s sell it and buy a new place!"
This was what Zhou Wu loved about Shen Xing—she was always so obedient to his decisions.
"Mhm, I’ll call a realtor tomorrow, my dear wife."
The two continued their intimate embrace.
Time ticked by.
Soon, it was midnight.
The world was silent, the night sky pitch black, with only streetlights shining brightly.
In Alice Apartment, a shadowy figure moved like a ghost, footsteps utterly silent.
When the light caught him briefly, it became clear—he wasn’t wearing shoes, walking barefoot, which explained the silence.
He took the elevator, slowly ascending from the first floor to the fourth.
Upon arrival, he walked down the hallway, gaze fixed ahead.
Finally, he stopped at the very last door—404.
In front of 404, he pulled a key from his pocket.
The key slid into the lock.
*Click.* The door opened.
Quietly, he pushed it ajar, slipped inside, and gently closed it behind him.
The room was dark, illuminated only by faint moonlight.
In that dim glow, his small but piercing eyes gleamed with intensity.
After a quick scan of the living room, he headed straight for the bedroom.
The bedroom door was ajar. He entered.
Step by silent step, he approached the bed.
Then, like a statue in an art studio, he stood motionless beside it.
It was unclear what he was doing—perhaps confirming how many people were on the bed, their exact positions?
Finally, after five minutes of stillness, he moved.
From his coat, he pulled out a transparent vacuum-sealed bag.
He opened it, retrieving a cloth handkerchief.
Then, he pressed it firmly against the left person’s nose and mouth for several minutes.
Afterward, he repeated the process with the right person.
Once done, he stuffed both the bag and handkerchief back into his pants pocket.
Next, he lifted the right person’s upper body, propping them halfway up, then turned them to face the edge of the bed.
Bending down, he hoisted the person onto his back.
Even with the added weight, his steps remained steady—carrying someone posed no difficulty.
With the person on his back, he exited the bedroom, left 404, and closed the door behind him.
Then, he melted into the shadows.
Gone without a trace.
**Round 26, Day 5.**
**Apartment 404.**
"Ugh, why does my head hurt so much? And I feel nauseous... Could I be pregnant?"
Shen Xing, clad in a pink satin nightgown, woke up feeling unwell—especially her head, which throbbed dizzily.
Blinking sleepily, she reached for her phone on the nightstand.
The time read **9:30 AM.**
The number jolted her fully awake, erasing all remnants of drowsiness.
Unlike most young people, Shen Xing was an early riser.
She usually woke by 6 AM, 7 at the latest.
Afterward, she’d freshen up, exercise for 30-60 minutes to maintain her figure, shower, then make breakfast for herself and Zhou Wu.
Following that, she’d tidy up the house.
Though she’d inexplicably overslept today, it wasn’t a big deal—Zhou Wu was a notorious late sleeper, often staying in bed till 11 AM when he had nothing to do.
"Mmm... honey?"
She intended to wake him with some morning affection, but when she glanced to the right side of the bed—Zhou Wu wasn’t there.
"Already up? This early?"
Recalling his mention of factory business yesterday, she assumed he’d left for work.
Just then, she spotted his phone on his nightstand.
"Huh? He forgot his phone?"
Stretching her neck, she slipped on her slippers and called out while walking to the living room:
"Honey? Are you here?"
Silence.
"Must’ve gone to the factory and left his phone. Still upset from yesterday, I guess."
Shrugging it off, she headed to wash up.
**Alice Apartment, 1st Floor.**
This floor housed no tenants—only staff.
The manager, security guards, cleaners.
Its layout also differed from the upper floors.
Here, there were many single-occupancy rooms.
Though cramped, each had a toilet, shower, and a small kitchenette (electric stoves only).
Right now, in one such room...
The furnishings were sparse:
A bed, a massive wardrobe taking up half the space, and a brown wooden chair.
Nothing else of note.
On that chair sat a man in his twenties.
But something was very wrong.
His hands, feet, torso, and legs were tightly bound to the chair with rope.
His head hung low, as if asleep.
But he seemed about to wake up.