Chapter 4

　　Brian didn’t know what was going on and still asked me to go to a love hotel tonight. I agreed to it while looking at the photos Bethany sent me.

“Mother?”

The photo showed Emily ‘s body, lying on her bed in her own home, spread out. I felt terrible.

“Mother!”

“What?”

“Stockings.”

“Um?”

“You have stockings on your right leg, but not on your left.”

“Oh.” I took off my hip-hugging professional suit, put on the stockings on my left leg, and held it up with a garter.

　　Brian said, “Can I wear lingerie?”

“I’m wearing garters.”

“You can wear garters with pants, too.”

“You should wear pantyhose with your trousers.”

“Why?” Brian smiled and walked over with a pair of black slim-fit suit pants. “There’s no law against it.”

I leaned over and he kissed me. I took the pants from his hand, put them on, and let my feet wrapped in black stockings stick out from under the trouser legs.

“Is work busy?” he asked.

“Something special happened.”

“Can it be done before tonight?”

“Of course.”

“Which room do you choose?” He picked up his phone and showed it to me. On the screen was an APP for booking a hotel. It was a love hotel, commonly known as a sex room. There were rooms of various styles in the photos, including prison theme, garden theme, ancient style theme, primitive jungle, ocean world, palace, etc. Each one had a huge bathtub and a sex chair. Most of them were equipped with round beds. There were iron railings in front and behind the bed, which could be used for restraint.

I asked him, “Which one do you like?”

“I have no idea.”

“You want to choose a prison?”

“How do you know that?”

“No, I can’t let you do what you want so easily.” I flipped through the app and said, “I choose pole dancing.”

It was a room with a pole dancing stage. There were models demonstrating in the photos, and it seemed that the pole was not just for show, but could really be used. In addition, it also had a sex chair, a large bathtub, a round bed that could be used for restraint, floor-to-ceiling windows, and shackles on one wall.

“Really?” Brian was a little excited.

I said, “I usually do pole dancing to train my core at the gym, didn’t you know?”

　　Brian was somewhat delighted. I picked up the bag and patted his chest, “Send me the room number.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you!”

I walked out the door and drove as fast as I could to Emily ‘s apartment.

I didn’t want to show that kind of loss in front of Brian. Just the day before yesterday, I was still monitoring Emily. I had realized that something was wrong. George came to me for help out of desperation, but I couldn’t help them. I watched Emily die, and George will fall into pain.

What exactly happened?

I drove faster and faster, constantly exceeding the speed limit, but by the time I arrived at the large apartment, Emily ‘s body had been removed.

　　Bethany said to me, “What do you think the cause of death was?”

“ ... suicide?”

　　Bethany shook her head vigorously and said, “Take off your cunt.”

“What do you mean? Take off your genitals?”

　　Bethany picked up a piece of paper and read the words on it: “Excessive excitement of the sexual organs for a long time leads to excessive secretion of adrenaline, massive loss of body fluids, cardiac arrest, shock, damage to the pituitary gland, and multiple organ failure.”

I opened my mouth but no words came out.

　　Bethany said: “This is the preliminary judgment of the medical examiner.”

I said, “She is! That is, she is...”

“He died suddenly during intense sex. To put it bluntly, he was fucked to death.”

　　Emily was fucked to death. This is neither a joke nor an exaggeration. It is a fact, just a fact.

I asked, “Who killed her? Any clues?”

“That person is in the hospital.”

I was surprised to hear her say that. I originally thought that the short man I photographed was the one who killed Emily, but from Bethany ‘s tone, it seemed like there was someone else.

She said, “It’s a basketball player named Timothy.”

“Basketball player?”

“After he beat Emily to death, he also fell into a coma.”

“Have you taken drugs?”

“The doctor is still doing the tests.”

I searched on my phone for the guy named Timothy, a 2-meter-tall, strong, fledgling basketball player, 21 years old.

　　Bethany said: “ Emily ‘s assistant said that Emily and Timothy met in a nightclub last night, and then they called an online taxi to leave, and then this happened.”

“It looked like an accident. A model and a basketball player met in a nightclub, were attracted to each other, and decided to have a one-night stand. Then, they did it too intensely, the woman died suddenly, and the man fell into a coma.”

“I guess the test will show that both of them had drugs in their systems.”

I also agree with this prediction: “Then everything will be logical, and no one will suspect it. But unfortunately, George loves Emily very much. He found something wrong, although he couldn’t believe it, but he still told us in advance, and we monitored Emily a day in advance.”

“Yes. Miss Abigail, is your telescope still on?”

I nodded helplessly, looking through the French window of the apartment at the International Hotel not far away, and said, “I will continue to rent that room and keep the camera on.”

We entered the suite I rented at the International Hotel and opened my laptop, which contained dozens of hours of video.

We opened the video and dragged the progress bar to last night. We saw Emily and Timothy enter the apartment. The basketball player was really tall and had broad shoulders. Emily, who was 174 cm tall and wearing high heels, looked like a little girl next to him.

They made love, and it was very intense, Timothy fucking her like he was wrestling with someone.

I stared at the screen, swallowing my saliva continuously. Before long, my clitoris and nipples became erect and swollen. Later, I inexplicably began to imagine that I was the woman being fucked hard by Timothy. He pounded me like a pile driver, and then held me and fucked me until I flew.

Bethany and I stared at her. She kept touching the back of her neck, breathing heavily and her body getting hot. Her body temperature made the jasmine scent of the perfume more intense, and her ears turned red.

The crazy sex on the screen lasted for two hours. The two people did it like they were dying. It was definitely not rape. Both men and women took the initiative. I think it would be difficult to finish a basketball game with such intensity, but they just didn’t know how to get tired. They kept doing it, and kept doing it until two hours later, Emily suddenly lost her strength and fell backwards on the bed.

Timothy continued to rape her for 40 minutes as if he didn’t notice anything. During these 40 minutes, Emily was like a corpse and didn’t respond to him at all. Finally, Timothy collapsed, fell unconscious, and fell on top of Emily.

“What do you think?” Bethany asked me.

“It’s not a natural process.”

I walked to the French window, my mind was in a mess and I couldn’t speak.

　　Bethany asked me,” Miss Abigail, what are you thinking about?”

When she asked that, my thoughts suddenly clicked into place and I said, “I was supposed to be here. I was supposed to be here last night.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I’m going to consult Raymond, and then I should come and take a look. If I come, I will definitely find that something is wrong with them. The whole process lasted so long, two hours and forty minutes. At any time if I interrupted them, Emily could have been saved.”

“You are being too picky. None of us could have predicted that something like this would happen.”

“Perhaps.”

What was I doing when I was supposed to be saving Emily’s life? I was making love to my son.

When I woke up this morning, I had no regrets because I was still holding my son, I was still warmed by his body temperature, my whole body was feeling the touch of his skin, I felt very comfortable, I didn’t even want to let go of my son, I was obsessed, greedy, and lost my mind.

But now, what I saw was a corpse, a murder, a crime scene. My heart grew cold and I felt a huge question beginning to envelop me. It was forcing me to answer, asking me if I had done the right thing.

“Miss Abigail.”

“Are we going to the police station?”

“Go to the Criminal Investigation Center. We have to see the forensic doctor.”

The criminal investigation laboratory looks like an old hospital, with white tiles on the walls, a ceiling fan, and a radio playing music on the table. It seems as if time has stopped here, making people feel familiar and strange, and indescribably depressed.

　　As expected, drugs were found in Emily’s body, and preliminary analysis showed that it was a powerful central nervous system stimulant such as methamphetamine. I predict that the police will close the case soon and conclude that it was an accident.

However, the forensic doctor found a foreign object when examining Emily’s vagina. It was an eyelash, which luckily had a hair follicle.

　　Emily asked the medical examiner, “What are you going to do?”

“Send it to the laboratory for short series repetition experiments,” said the forensic doctor.

“Can the DNA be tested?”

“It can contain fragments of DNA.”

She asked the medical examiner to prioritize the test, and he told her she would get the results within 24 hours.

The food at the testing center was delicious, but we didn’t want to stay for a moment, and when we walked out, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It was completely dark and it started to rain again. We got in the car and I said, “I now suspect that all this has something to do with hypnosis.”

　　Bethany was blunt: “I don’t believe hypnosis is real, at least it can’t be used to kill people.”

I can understand why she thinks so. If I hadn’t experienced it myself, I would find it hard to believe it myself. But I can’t call Brian over to demonstrate it to her now, so I plan to avoid this topic for the time being.

I asked her, “What do you think?”

“I don’t want to have any preconceived ideas. This case is too bizarre and involves a public figure. The bureau will definitely be under pressure from all sides and will not allow me to investigate privately. Miss Abigail, I don’t know how to tell George. I can only wait for him to find out about this through the media. I don’t know how to face him.”

“It’s not your fault, it all happened so fast.”

　　Bethany took out her phone, looked through a few messages, and said, “The media has already received the news, and some big Vs have posted a few fragments on their own media. Emily and Timothy ‘s fan groups are refuting the rumors. These people are so hateful!”

“What’s wrong?”

“They are talking about this from the perspective of a salacious affair, those big Vs.”

Then George called, and Bethany went out and stood under a tree and talked to him for ten minutes.

She got back in the car and I asked, “Do you want to go and keep him company?”

She shook her head: “I’m not going. I want to investigate.”

“Any ideas?”

“No.”

“I have an idea,” I said. “You can first check Emily and Timothy ‘s recent movements, and then find their intersection, that is, the place where they have both been.”

“I see. Find the connection and see why it’s these two.”

“I’ll consult Raymond again.”

“The hypnotist?”

“Yes.”

“Be careful,” she said.

“You don’t believe in hypnosis, do you?”