Chapter 2

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Translator: MysticRain

——Chapter 2 ——

The owner of that clear and deep, soft, and very charming voice was named Zhou Zimo.

Zhou Zimo was very beautiful. Only with one glance, he could turn a person’s spirit and soul upside down.

Xiang Wenhao was a man who focused on appearance. The reason why he and Zhou Zimo became lovers, then developed into cohabitation was most likely because of his beauty.

Unlike Zhou Zimo, Xiang Wenhao was tall and handsome, robust, and mature. From head to toes, his whole body doesn’t even show a little bit of feminine.

Thus, on the first night of the cohabitation, when he found himself being tied to bed by Zhou Zimo, his chest was full of anger that had nowhere to vent.

“Release me!” He growled.

Zhou Zimo said nothing.

He only smiled wickedly, there was some ghostly aura in his bottomless dark eyes.

His gaze made Xiang Wenhao’s hair stood on end.

He watched in horror as Zhou Zimo opened a wooden box and slowly took out the scary SM toys one by one.

“Hao, I love you.” Zhou Zimo softly said and licked Xiang Wenhao’s lips that were trembled because of fear.

All night, he was sinking and floated in agony. His mind and body were on the verge of collapse.

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Every morning when he woke up and looked at the beauty who was sleeping soundly beside him, Xiang Wenhao immediately wants to hold his thin and white neck between his fingers and strangle him to death.

But this wish has never come true.

One day, Zhou Zimo hugged him from behind and said:

“Hao, let’s get married.”

Xiang Wenhao’s heart instantly fell into a deep valley.

The furniture all around him spun very fast.

——Hao, let’s get married, Hao, let’s get married, Hao, let’s get married, Hao, let’s get married, Hao, let’s get married, Hao, let’s get married, Hao, let’s get married, Hao, let’s get married, Hao, let’s get married.

His eyes gradually became bloodshot, like the scary glowing red lights.

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Xiang Wenhao killed Zhou Zimo on that night, when, as usual, they were just about to make love.

Zhou Zimo rummaged through his bag, with his back faced Xiang Wenhao and said:

“Hao, let’s try something new today.”

Then a vase smashed right in the back of his head.

Xiang Wenhao spent four hours dismembered Zhou Zimo and cut him into pieces, then putting it into a black plastic bag.

It then took him another three hours to cleaned up the scene.

He carried the dismembered body to the car, then drove continuously for one day and one night.

The pieces of flesh were separated and buried in the dirt along the side of the road.

After this matter was done, Xiang Wenhao half-insane and half-foolishly lay in bed for half a month.

Then he changed his job, became a DJ, and started a new life.

Surprisingly, Zhou Zimo’s disappearance didn’t attract anyone’s attention.

——This man, like the rain, had evaporated into thin air.

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Xiang Wenhao collapsed limply into a chair in the broadcast room. There was a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth.

After half an hour, he stood up, muddle-headed.

He turned off the machine, turned off the light, closed the door, went downstairs, and headed home.

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As the night breeze blew in the car, it calmed him down.

His mind began to race.

He doesn’t believe in ghosts. Zhou Zimo indeed was killed by him and he also dismembered him with his own hands.

So someone knew about it and seized this opportunity to impersonate Zhou Zimo, and using his voice to scare him?

Or was this just a rare coincidence in a ten thousand year——just a similar voice that treats the DJ as a lover with a similar name and expresses similar desires?

He shivered as he recalled that clear and deep, soft, and very charming voice on the other end of the phone.

——If to say it was the two possibilities above, then wasn’t that voice sound too similar.

He decided to sit tight and wait.

——The End of Chapter 2 ——

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