章節 85: Chapter 85
Suki took a memory card out of her bag and asked, "Can I use your computer?"
Yan Su glanced down at it and asked, "What is it?"
Before he could finish speaking, the white parrot perched on the coffee table flapped its wings in excitement, joyfully shouting, "Vulva! Vulva!"
Suki's face stiffened. She couldn't understand how someone like Yan Su, who always appeared so proper and even rigid, could have a parrot that had learned such a word.
Yan Su shot a stern look at Isaac, and the parrot immediately went quiet, flapping over to perch on Zhen Ai's lap, sitting there obediently. Zhen Ai, seeing its pitiful expression, gently stroked its feathers.
Only then did Suki explain the content of the memory card.
According to the information she had received, the preschool teacher had been deceived by her boyfriend years ago and sold to the Holy Gold Club, where she endured a period of inhuman suffering.
The teacher had described the club to the writer, saying it was a vast, meticulously organized operation. Beneath the club were countless cages that held women of various appearances—different skin tones, eye colors, ages, hair colors, and personalities.
During the day, the women were treated like captive princesses, with their material needs lavishly fulfilled. But at night, those selected were taken out to serve a group of masked men in black cloaks, fulfilling every one of their demands—whether it be stripping, dancing, begging, self-pleasure, whipping, torture devices, biting, or abuse. All manners of normal and perverse desires were indulged.
The teacher didn't know how long she had been trapped in the club, but one day, a volunteer searching for missing girls infiltrated the club disguised as a victim, causing chaos. The teacher took the opportunity to escape, thinking she had finally found freedom. However, it was all part of the club's plan. They threatened her with her reputation and life, forcing her to abduct other girls to the club.
The teacher once considered reporting to the police, but when she led them to the club's location, it was completely empty, with no trace of anyone ever having been there.
The teacher couldn't escape from those people and eventually transformed from a victim into a perpetrator, continuously abducting girls, even young ones, into the club. It wasn't until the writer showed up, offering to help dismantle the club and promising that the teacher could apply for witness protection, that she felt tempted to change. The two had agreed to make contact with the club under the pretense of delivering a new girl and track down the key figures.
But then, both of them suddenly disappeared.
Suki had used surveillance technology to extract the video from the teacher's computer, and she suspected it was footage from inside the club. However, after showing it to the FBI, they refused to investigate, claiming there wasn't enough evidence.
That's why she came to ask Yan Su for help.
Zhen Ai, feeling sorry for the teacher and the writer, was tempted to urge Yan Su to check it out immediately. But Yan Su remained indifferent throughout the entire story. After listening to Suki's account, he simply said, "I won't watch it."
Suki was taken aback, feeling shut down. "Why not?"
Yan Su's tone was calm, yet laced with sarcasm: "Forgive me for being blunt, Agent, but if all the police acted like you at the CIA, this country's legal system would collapse."
Zhen Ai didn't understand why Yan Su suddenly became so sharp-tongued, but she knew he always had his reasons, so she didn't intervene.
"How long has the teacher been missing?" Yan Su asked.
"Twelve hours."
"Less than twelve hours, and without legal approval, you've already stolen what I assume is her sex video. You don't have any real evidence at this point, only your speculation. What if the teacher isn't what you think and returns safely? Meanwhile, you've already shown a bunch of people her private video. Don't you think your actions are quite inappropriate, Miss Suki?"
Suki froze, her face flushing as she realized she had no rebuttal. "I'm sorry, that was wrong of me."
Zhen Ai also lowered her gaze. Everything Suki had said was her side of the story. Even if she meant well, it didn't guarantee that her assumptions were correct.
It was such a simple truth, and yet she had to be reminded by Yan Su, leaving her feeling a bit ashamed.
"But I have legitimate reasons for suspicion," Suki said, taking out two photographs. "These appeared suddenly at the homes of the teacher and the writer. Their families said these weren't their belongings."
The first photo showed the teacher's home, with a warm and feminine bedside table full of cute decorations. One item stood out—a wooden-based hourglass that looked old and worn.
The second photo showed the writer's home, his desk cluttered with books on medicine, military strategy, and psychology, along with several handgun models. Among the items was a similarly out-of-place object—a small globe with rough, outdated continental outlines, as if it were from a different era.
The hourglass and the globe seemed particularly conspicuous in the photos. What could the connection be?
Yan Su frowned.
Zhen Ai leaned in and squinted at the globe in the photo. "The map outlines look like they're from before the 18th century, but it's not made of parchment and was deliberately colored using four-color printing."
It was ugly.
Yan Su seemed to be reminded of something, a spark flashing through his mind. The hourglass, the four-color map—could they represent a sequence of murders? Where were one and three?
"Did the writer ever mention the girl the teacher was supposed to bring in next? Or any information about the contact person?" Yan Su asked.
Suki shook her head but immediately asked, "Did you think of something?"
Yan Su pressed his lips together, thinking for a long moment before finally saying, "Let's watch the video you brought."
Zhen Ai immediately felt nervous. Was she really going to sit here and watch this with Yan Su? But leaving now would seem even weirder.
She steeled herself and sat there, discreetly covering Isaac's eyes.
Fortunately, the video didn't have any sound.
At one point, the camera zoomed in on the teacher's pale, naked body. Her hands and feet were bound. The camera captured her from every angle, finally lingering on her genitalia. A pair of large male hands reached in, squeezing and kneading her flesh. Before long, the wet fingers were pulled out, followed by a brutal pinch to her trembling leg. The man's thick, hulking figure then covered her, pressing her body down.
The video depicted various positions, endless torture, and angles. There were whips, tweezers, soft tubes, electric clamps, iron lilies, elastic collars...
The camera panned across the teacher's face—at first, she struggled frantically, but eventually, her expression became vacant, like a puppet awaiting its fate.
Zhen Ai watched in a daze, not particularly ashamed, but feeling disturbed by the violence of the scene. It was hard to bear, especially since she had met the teacher before. Her heart ached. She also felt embarrassed, sitting next to Yan Su in such an unsettling atmosphere.
But when she looked at him, Yan Su remained completely composed. His face showed no change, not even a shift in his breathing. He was just as indifferent as before.
Suki excused herself to the bathroom, leaving only Yan Su, Zhen Ai, and the parrot in the living room.
Zhen Ai stroked Isaac's feathers, her face flushed.
Isaac, enjoying the attention, rested on her arm. Suddenly, the parrot tilted its head and shouted, "Apple, apple, Isaac loves apple."
Yan Su glanced over. Zhen Ai's face, indeed, was as red as an apple.
He glanced at the midday sunlight outside, finding the indoor temperature not particularly high. Puzzled, he asked, "Is it hot?"
Zhen Ai struggled to explain, "Um, a little."
Yan Su assumed he understood and looked down on her, saying, "Your physique is really weak; you're afraid of both cold and heat."
Zhen Ai was speechless.
Did this person really not think there was anything inappropriate about watching this kind of video together?
She stole a glance at the computer, then her gaze shifted back to him, clearly dissatisfied.
Yan Su, caught off guard by her resentful gaze, paused for a few seconds before realizing, "So you're embarrassed." He returned his attention elsewhere and added, "But didn't you claim to have seen countless bodies of men and women?"
Zhen Ai truly wanted to hit him: "That's a test subject! How can you compare the two?"
Yan Su nodded. "Yes, the dead don't move, but the living do."
Hearing his explanation, Zhen Ai felt her face heat up again. Well, at least "moving and not moving" pointed out a key issue.
But then Yan Su bluntly added, "Why not think of it as piston motion?"
Piston motion... his analogy was too vivid.
Isaac, having learned a new term, chirped in Zhen Ai's palm, "Piston, piston."
Zhen Ai's face turned wooden, realizing she had had enough of this foolish man and the foolish parrot. Frustrated, she cleared her throat and intentionally challenged him: "Oh? So in your view, the male reproductive organ and a piston are similar?"
Yan Su was genuinely surprised, stunned for a second by Zhen Ai's unexpected comment. Yet he thought seriously about it and replied earnestly, "Only when it's erect."
After that, he continued to discuss academically, "The piston itself is a symbol of reproduction, like a rocket or a race car. But when we mention the symbol of reproductive organs, we implicitly refer to erection, which is the state of being hard..."
Zhen Ai was left speechless, her face burning. After she had worked hard to say something provocative to embarrass him, it turned out her embarrassment couldn't compare to this man's thick skin. How... frustrating. %>_<%
Yan Su had been speaking, but when he noticed Zhen Ai was entirely red-faced and not listening, he fell silent, a little unhappy that she wasn't paying attention to him. After thinking for a while, he finally figured out what was happening and explained:
"Oh, I see. Actually, I don't feel embarrassed because I only observe phenomena without emotional involvement. After all, in my work and reasoning, I never let emotions affect me."
Zhen Ai snapped back to reality, "What do you mean?"
He replied, "Perhaps what you see is a man and a woman engaging in a sadomasochistic relationship, but what I see is something else."
"Something else?" Zhen Ai forgot her embarrassment and became intrigued.
She loved the different things she saw in his eyes.
Suki had returned and sat down on the sofa. "I've watched this many times, but it just looks like an ordinary sex video to me. I even had a technician analyze the spectrum, but I still can't find any evidence to prove this is related to the evil club. Mr. S.A., did you see anything?"
Yan Su's expression became serious as he addressed the matter. "There's only one man and one woman in the footage, but there are at least ten men present on-site."
Suki froze, immediately looking at the screen with wide eyes. "Where are they? The background is entirely black fabric, and the technicians couldn't even analyze the basic situation of the venue. Besides these two, I don't see anyone else!"
"They're in motion, so who's filming?" Yan Su retorted calmly. "The video is continuous, with no edits. The angle changes are very irregular, even showing large jumps and grabs, indicating that it was passed from one person's hand to another. Moreover, there's no zooming in, and observers were standing at various distances."
Suki held her forehead, suddenly enlightened.
Yan Su shut down the computer, his voice calm, but his expression dark: "Every time the angle changes, we can discover that the preferences and focuses of the shooters are different. Some like to see the points of contact between the two bodies, how hard the man penetrates; some enjoy watching the man torment the woman, looking at the bruises left on her body; some like to see the overall picture, such as the man's ferocity and the woman's trembling; some are more interested in details, like the woman's drooping legs and limp hands; while others enjoy the expressions of pain and despair on the woman's face."
Once he finished describing what he observed, he began to exclude and filter.
"This is definitely not an ordinary sex video between partners, nor is it a record of a particular sadist with his prey, because throughout, the man's face never appears, nor does it document his pleasure, nor the master-slave exchange between him and the prey. It doesn't show the entirety of the tools used; instead, you only see them when they are applied to the woman's body."
Zhen Ai and Suki felt goosebumps rise as they listened to his conclusion in horror.
"Sexual acts, abuse, tools... this male abuser has executed the entire process exceptionally well. There's no indication of whether he enjoyed it, but he followed through with everything."
Yan Su paused, proposing the most likely possibility: "He's teaching."
Zhen Ai's eyes widened in disbelief. Teaching?
"He's teaching a technique while those around him are learning."
He added, "Among them, some are appreciating, exploring, and being curious."
As Zhen Ai listened, a chill ran down her spine.
Yan Su had already turned off the screen, but the vacant gaze of the female teacher lingered before her like a ghost. Zhen Ai couldn't imagine the kind of despair and desolation the female teacher felt in that situation.
Moreover, she couldn't fathom how the current female teacher would become a supplier for this club, replicating the pain she once endured onto other women.
Yan Su continued, "This video's setting is quite special, with a huge black fabric backdrop, nothing else. To them, secrecy and counter-surveillance are of utmost importance. So, Ms. Suki, while I'm currently uncertain of the real roles the female teacher and the writer are playing, I'm beginning to suspect that the club you mentioned indeed exists."
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