noveltune Chapter 37: Is Qin Shuman Dead?
Chapter 37: Is Qin Shuman Dead?
Chapter 37: Is Qin Shuman Dead?
‘So, Qin Shuman’s contact is at least a department head with significant authority in a secret department?’
With this thought, Qiu Tu’s expression grew peculiar. He realized he had underestimated this woman. Originally, he thought she was just a pawn in the larger schemes of a few factions, but it turned out she was more significant than he had imagined.
As for whether Qin Shuman herself was part of the Security Division, Qiu Tu found it highly unlikely. Unless she was Lin Zuo’s superior and personally assigned this task, she wouldn’t have Lin Zuo acting as her intermediary, even if she were also a deputy chief.
Half an hour later.
“Yes, you guessed right. I am Lin Zuo’s superior.”
Qiu Tu looked at Qin Shuman’s stunning face, confused.
He raised his hand to stop her from saying more, looking conflicted. “Wait a moment, let me process this.”
He then recalled the events of the past half-hour.
After discussing cooperation with Lin Zuo, Qiu Tu had returned to the Qin family from the Milan Hotel.
At the guard unit’s base, he inquired about Cao Dabiao’s whereabouts.
Learning that Cao Dabiao hadn’t returned, he didn’t wait but went directly to find Qin Shuman to probe her background.
Qin Shuman seemed to be waiting for him too, so they hit it off and went back to the bar they had visited the previous night.
Used to bluffing people, Qiu Tu casually mentioned Lin Zuo and then nonchalantly added, “If you want to cooperate with me, there’s no need to send your subordinate to find me.”
“What’s there to hide between us?”
He had only intended to fish for information, but to his surprise, Qin Shuman admitted it directly.
Trying to realign his thoughts, Qiu Tu looked at the beautiful woman before him under the bar’s dim lights, analyzing the possibility of her being Lin Zuo’s superior.
No matter how he thought about it, there were too many holes in the story.
Seeing no logical path, he looked at Qin Shuman with a strange expression, “Are you messing with me?”
Seeing Qiu Tu’s usual composed demeanor crack for the first time, Qin Shuman burst into laughter, her body shaking with mirth.
"So I tried my best to persuade her to give up. But she was more determined than ever."
"I still remember what she said to me then."
"She said, 'Sis, I only have five short years in my life. Finding someone I truly like is incredibly difficult. I don't want to look back on my life after I die and only remember being crushed under a man covered in fat.'"
"I didn't know how to dissuade her, so I could only watch helplessly as they walked step by step into the abyss."
"And then, until that day."
Qin Shuman, covering her face with both hands, spoke in agony, "That day, after finishing my official duties, I was worried about her and wanted to check on how she was doing recently."
“When I finally did possess her one day, I found them naked in bed. Her body was alive, but her soul was shattered.”
“I was terrified and tried to escape, but a searing pain shot through my soul, and I lost consciousness.”
“When I woke up, you were suddenly on top of me, pinning me down.”
“I was scared and tried to resist but couldn’t.”
She sighed again, “That’s when I realized I had become ‘her.’”
“I had shifted from a third-person possession to a first-person perspective, from a detachable possession to a ‘permanent possession.’”
“So, not knowing what had happened, I had to pretend to be her.”
“Luckily, I had observed her life and interacted with her frequently. Combined with her body’s residual habits, no one but her close acquaintances could tell the difference.”
“She didn’t have many close acquaintances.”
“Except your predecessor.”
Hearing Qin Shuman’s story, Qiu Tu’s mouth slowly fell open, stunned into silence.
Author's Note