Zhou Yaya and Mu Rusen returned to Bai Suqing’s ward. Just as Mu Rulan expected, Zhou Sulun wanted Zhou Yaya to act like nothing had happened. He explained to her that she shouldn’t destroy Bai Suqing’s reputation without any evidence.
Whether or not it was true, as long as the word spread, it would definitely become a stain on Bai Suqing’s life. Zhou Yaya was furious but there was nothing she could do; her own brother was standing there trying to protect that white lotus!
Mu Rusen had heard about what happened from Zhou Yaya. Although there wasn’t any evidence, Mu Rusen had already started to hate this woman. She had just arrived to live with them but already she had caused so much trouble.
The young man turned away his gaze. He didn’t really care about Zhou Yaya’s matter. He was here for his sister.
“Rusen?” Mu Rulan almost bumped into him, entering as he was leaving the room.
The moment Mu Rusen saw Mu Rulan, he smiled widely to reveal two small canine teeth. “Sister, I was just looking for you!”
“Mn,” Mu Rulan let Mu Rusen hold her hand and followed him into the room. She noticed Zhou Yaya standing there with her fists clenched tightly, both eyes red. Mu Rulan furrowed her brows. “So, this matter…”
“Nothing! It’s just a fabricated rumor. Miss Mu, you don’t have to concern yourself over it.” Zhou Sulun immediately cut her off, his tone making it seem like he was afraid someone might speak before him.
Mu Rulan looked at Zhou Sulun in surprise, turning back to see Zhou Yaya biting her lip while glaring at her brother with hate in her eyes. Just as she went to speak, Mu Rusen interrupted her: “Sister, let’s return to class.”
Mu Rusen wasn’t stupid. He obviously knew that the source of the trouble was Bai Suqing, and that had nothing to do with Mu Rulan. Since that was the case, it was better for Mu Rulan to not involve herself in this matter. That white lotus wasn’t anything good; he was afraid she might stain Mu Rulan’s shoes.
“But…” Mu Rulan took a worried look at Zhou Yaya and Bai Suqing.
“Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. Miss Mu, let me send the two of you back to Liu Silan…” Zhou Sulun was obviously doing his utmost to please the two, but it made Mu Rusen unhappy.
“No need, Mr. Zhou. I think you should comfort your little sister. She got into trouble and you’re still speaking for an outsider. It seems like your elbow is turning to the wrong side, tsk.” Mu Rusen spoke with disdain dripping from his words, pulling Mu Rulan out of the room.
After he spoke, Zhou Yaya turned her tearful eyes to his direction, but only saw Mu Rusen gripping Mu Rulan’s hands tightly as they left. Her eyes fluttered, her tight fist unclenching and clenching again.
Bai Suqing was sitting on the bed looking at Zhou Yaya’s first. She then turned to see Zhou Sulun’s ugly expression.
Never mind it all. If one plan failed to work, she could just concoct another. As long as she was here there were countless chess pieces for her to use!
Beside the window, Mo Qianren was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed. There was a document on his lap, but his gaze was on the table.
When Mother Lu had brought the ointment, her expression was devilish: “Qianren ah, it seems like spring is coming for you. A cute little beauty gifted this to you. I feel that she’s a nice person; if you’re interested in her you need to lock her down. Unleash your power and be as fast, resolute and accurate like you were at the prison in California and take her down! Oh hehehe… Although she seemed quite young, but your mother and I won’t mind this hehe…”
Imagine if the two mothers knew Mu Rulan was actually a psychopath; they’d probably have been scared to death instead of being happy for Mo Qianren.
After Mother Lu left the study room, Mo Qianren leveled a cold look at the box of ointment.
The truth was that he didn’t want to care about it. How badly he wished he could bring disinfectant water with him so he could clean himself off before he used the ointment. That was why he didn’t budge from his position on the chair, continuing to look at his documents with his head lowered. But before he could stop himself, his eyes had wandered to that box of ointment three times.
He moved his right palm, which was still covered with bandages. He could feel the slight stinging that remained from his wound. His knife wound was actually quite deep.
He stood up, taking a few steps to reach the side of the table. His snowy white fingers picked up the ointment in one smooth move, noticing that the original transparent packaging was torn; even the seal looked like it had been tampered with.
Mother Lu and Lu Zimeng wouldn’t be so mundane as to have taken a look at the ointment, so the only remaining answer was that this was Mu Rulan’s masterpiece.
Mo Qianren took a pen to completely open the seal, then softly spilled out its contents. A tube of ointment and a piece of paper folded into a square tumbled out.
Mo Qianren opened the slip of paper to see rows of neatly written words.
“Mr. Mo, I’m very grateful for your help that day. I’m not sure if your wound is very serious, so please let me know if you need me to do anything. Your right hand was injured, so unless you’re left handed your ability to work will be affected. So I’m assuming you won’t be able to come and observe the process of making a mummy with me. In that case you’re probably feeling sad, so I wrote down all the steps you can take to create a mummy. You can also research on your own and ask me if you have any questions. First: you need to prepare all the tools, and it’s best to use an iron wire to hook the brain through the nose. As it’s very thin, you can easily insert it into a nostril and reach the brain easily. However, this might take some time, since the brain can’t be taken out all at once. You need to cut the brain into pieces and then use a straw to suck the pieces out, then…”
Mo Qianren could picture the girl writing this letter: the corner of her mouth pulling up slowly into a warm smile, no sign of distress to be seen.
To be able to write of such dark matter in such righteous handwriting, with an angel-like temperament and living in an ominous house. This girl was very contradicting and weird, but that was why she fit the definition of being abnormal.
Mo Qianren sat back in his chair, slowly turning the letter over in his hands. An abnormal person would probably needed at least ten years to form such a mentality, and it should also relate to the person’s living environment and their past experiences.
Mu Rulan was a good child who was spoiled since her youth. Except for that kidnapping case five years prior she shouldn’t have encountered any other setbacks. Both her parents were still alive, her family was peaceful and even her grandparents favored her…
Growing up in that kind of environment, how did she form such an abnormal mentality?
If, like at the start, it was just Mo Qianren harboring suspicions due to his intuition, then now after he had made contact with Mu Rulan, he found her even weirder. She liked that dark, gloomy house, liked weird puppet dolls, and even messed around with embalming to learn to create mummies… Wait a second!
Mo Qianren stood in a hurry.
Damn! How could he make such a stupid mistake?
Was it because he was confused by Mu Rulan’s action of openly inviting him in to show him her place? He had even found a hair that belonged to Jin Moli in her house, and during that time Mu Rulan had been in the middle of researching how to make a mummy, having even prepared all kinds of drugs for embalming.
Then… where could she find a body to make a mummy? It couldn’t simply be a dog or a cat, nor could she take a corpse from a hospital, right?
Mo Qianren put his glasses down, crumpling the white paper in his hand and running out.