Miss Truth
Chapter 368 - 232: Committing the Crime Calmly_2

Chapter 368: Chapter 232: Committing the Crime Calmly_2

Ran Yan suddenly felt very alone, compared to when she first arrived, she had ties—Ran Yunsheng, Xing Niang, Wan Lu, and Ge Lan, they were all good to her, which was her fortune, but for some reason, occasionally she still felt utterly isolated.

It was for that reason, she couldn’t afford to be soft-hearted.

Ran Yan’s intelligence was not one that couldn’t conceive of strategies, but she just lacked the patience to apply her mind to those unnecessary, endless squabbles. Having worked as a forensic doctor for many years, she knew one clear truth: for a person, the end of life meant the end of everything, leaving behind a body that told secrets only a forensic doctor could understand.

Guessing that the time was about right, Ran Yan pulled out the short knife from her flute, pried open the door latch, and walked in.

The bedroom’s layout was almost identical to Ran Yan’s, with only some differences in decorations. The maid in the outer room was lying on the couch, apparently about to undress for bed when sedatives had made her unconscious.

Ran Yan knew she wouldn’t be entirely unconscious, so she went over to give her an extra dose of sedatives. Once she was completely passed out, Ran Yan helped her undress and placed her on the couch in the pose of peaceful sleep. She hung her clothes on the small screen at the end of the couch, just as Wan Lu usually did.

Entering the inner chamber, Ran Yan gracefully sat by the bed, coldly looking at Ran Meiyu. The maid in the outer room was unlikely to be completely unconscious, and Ran Meiyu, sleeping in the inner chamber, was even less likely to be thoroughly knocked out; now she was probably just under the effect of sleep and the sedatives, in deep slumber.

Ran Yan lifted the quilt and swiftly pressed the tip of the knife against Ran Meiyu’s chest, not the slightest bit hesitant to pierce the skin.

Ran Meiyu was in deep sleep when suddenly the pain made her scream involuntarily, but because of the drug from Ran Yan, the scream at her lips turned into a groan. She opened her eyes in terror to see the "murderer," and in the dim light, could only vaguely make out the facial features. When she realized it was Ran Yan, she seemed relieved, but her eyes were filled with rage, "Ran Shiqi, what are you doing!"

Ran Yan raised an eyebrow, her voice hoarse and cold, "Murdering, can’t you tell?"

Ran Meiyu shuddered, not doubting the sincerity in Ran Yan’s words, "You’re insane!" In her view, even if one meant to kill, they should try to disguise it; it should never be so blatantly obvious! With this thought, Ran Meiyu regained some confidence and called out for her maid, "Tao’er? Tao’er?"

Ran Yan gently brushed the handkerchief in front of her, strengthening the potency of the drug.

Ran Meiyu, unaware of what was happening, only smelled a strong fragrance. She was about to speak when she found her eyelids growing heavier, her body unable to muster any strength, trapped in movement and unable to raise her voice, like being caught in a nightmare.

"Why do you want to kill me?" Ran Meiyu’s voice was weak, her fearful eyes fixed on the knife still embedded in her chest, and at Ran Yan’s expressionless face, she felt certain she was having a nightmare.

The drug used by Ran Yan was different from common sedatives; inhaling a small amount was like taking drugs, causing numbness throughout the body’s nerve endings, significantly reducing the sensation of pain. Unlike poison, which could induce a state of manic frenzy, this drug gradually made one lose consciousness.

"I have too many reasons to kill you, do I need to list them all?" Ran Yan withdrew her knife and walked over to light a square lamp on the table.

The dim, yellow light illuminated her face, but the coldness of her expression was even more chilling.

"Strictly speaking, this isn’t the first time I’ve killed someone," Ran Yan said softly, as though whispering intimately, yet the content of her words sent shivers down the spine.

Ran Meiyu struggled to get up, but her body felt as if it were filled with lead. She exerted all her strength just to move a little, and with a trembling voice, she said, "This is under the feet of the Son of Heaven, if you kill me, you won’t end well either!"

"Is that so? I’m afraid I have to tell you..." Ran Yan spoke while lifting the blanket, reaching to pull down Ran Meiyu’s pants, "all these years, I haven’t learned much, but there is one thing I’m skilled at—dissecting corpses. Of course, I can dissect a living person just the same. And I guarantee you won’t know it was me who did it."

Ran Meiyu trembled all over, unsure if it was from the shame of having her body, never before seen by others, exposed in front of Ran Yan, or from the horror that made her body shake uncontrollably.

Ran Yan used the knife to pick open the laces of her chemise and underskirt, revealing Ran Meiyu’s body that was between unripe and ripe in front of Ran Yan.

With indignation, Ran Meiyu glared at Ran Yan, but she didn’t know what words to use to express her anger, her beautiful eyes almost shooting fire.

Ran Yan pulled out a white folded cloth from her sleeve, wiped the blade of her knife, then grabbed Ran Meiyu’s slender arm, feeling for the right spot to start as she indifferently said, "You can only blame your stupidity. Do you believe your mother already knows I kill without batting an eye? She must be very anxious now, regretting sending you to Chang’an, because... you’re too close to danger."

How ridiculous, Ran Meiyu was only inches away from Ran Yan, yet ignorant of the saying "Know your enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster."

Ran Yan looked at the living body before her, her dark pupils blazing with an ardor incomprehensible to most, the same expression she’d show when dissecting corpses posed a challenge, and cutting into a living body was a challenge indeed.

But this expression made Ran Meiyu cry out of fear, her voice small and punctuated with sobs, filled with horror. This Ran Yan was not the one she knew; in her eyes, a soul-reaping demon could be no more terrifying!

After all, Ran Meiyu was a sheltered young lady, wicked at heart but never having witnessed such a scene. Seeing Ran Yan’s knife about to pierce her skin, she cried out desperately begging for mercy, "Spare me! I beg you, spare me; I won’t dare again. It was Pei Jing who caught me, wanting to offer me to the Crown Prince as a pet. I was scared; I didn’t want to be a plaything, so in desperation, I... Ah!"

Before she could finish, Ran Yan’s knife had already sliced through the surface, and droplets of vibrant red blood emerged like red beans, contrasting beautifully against her fair and delicate skin. (To be continued. If you like this work, please support it by casting your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)