Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind

Chapter 156

The system did not say anything more and disconnected the connection with Qiao Chuchu.

Qiao Chuchu looked at Rayla.

Rayla coldly stared back at her.

The atmosphere between the two plunged into an icy silence, and the heavy tension gradually spread throughout the art exhibition.

Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded outside.

The person who screamed was panicking and speaking in English: "Ah! Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng committed suicide!!"

Rayla's face changed dramatically, and she rushed toward the source of the scream.

Others also followed suit, one by one.

Qiao Chuchu calmly stood where she was, unmoving.

Pei Yuan found her behavior a bit strange: "Aren't you going to take a look?"

She proceeded slowly, stepping out of the exhibition and arriving at the doorway of the studio where Meng Yashu's body lay.

Meng Yashu had taken his own life with a gun, and there was also a suicide note beside him.

Rayla was sobbing heartbrokenly.

Qiao Chuchu felt something was off: [A murderer who didn't manage to kill me before committing suicide? Could someone have killed him and made it appear like a suicide?]

The men behind her changed expressions, their eyes wide with surprise as they stared at her back.

She had actually deduced the murderer? How smart could she be?

One guest suggested to Rayla: "We should call the police; there might be something fishy here."

Rayla shook her head tearfully: "No! Don't call the police!"

Qiao Chuchu looked at Rayla, puzzled.

Rayla hugged Meng Yashu's body tightly and sobbed: "My husband must have sacrificed himself for the sake of art. This is his paradise. I can't let the police come into our home and rummage around; it will ruin everything he held dear."

She looked at everyone with tears in her eyes: "Please don't call the police; leave my husband a piece of pure land—a sacred place!"

"But I've already called them," a male voice interjected.

Rayla's face changed, and she looked toward the source of the voice.

Pei Buxian, holding his phone, stepped out from behind Qiao Chuchu: "The police are already on their way."

Rayla was stunned, her eyes wide, her crying expression turning eerie and terrifying: "What right do you have to call the police?"

Pei Buxian pocketed his phone, his expression calm and unruffled: "What should we do in such situations? Of course, we call the police. Will the police harm you? Or is there something in your home that you don’t want the police to see?"

Rayla held her breath, then suddenly lunged!

Qiao Chuchu reacted quickly, pushing Rayla away!

Rayla fell onto Meng Yashu's body, then lunged toward Pei Buxian again!

Qiao Chuchu pushed her away once more: "Try attacking my brother again, and you'll see what happens!"

Pei Buxian looked at Qiao Chuchu in astonishment, his mouth half-open, utterly dumbfounded.

The other men also stared at her back, wide-eyed.

She was so petite, yet so resolutely standing in front of Pei Buxian.

Rayla sat on the ground, her blonde hair shielding her face, her sapphire-blue eyes filled with madness, as if she wanted to devour Qiao Chuchu whole.

Qiao Chuchu smirked.

What a coincidence.

She wanted to do the same.

She tightly gripped Pei Buxian's wrist, making him wince from the pressure, his brows furrowing in discomfort.

Chuchu turned her head to comfort him: "Don't be afraid; you did the right thing."

Pei Buxian was taken aback, a small, pleased smile tugging at his lips as he subtly grabbed Qiao Chuchu's hand. He glanced at his brothers out of the corner of his eye.

They were all focused on Qiao Chuchu, not noticing his intimate gesture.

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Pei Buxian felt like a thief who had stolen a precious jewel, his translucent eyes filled with secret glee, his lips tightly pressed down to hide his smile. "Chuchu, I'm a little scared."

Qiao Chuchu quietly squeezed his hand in reassurance.

Pei Buxian pressed his lips together and, secretly, sweetly smiled.

Xia Xuechun glanced at Rayla, who was sitting on the ground, and indignantly said, "Qiao Chuchu, that’s too much. You suddenly went crazy and hurt the madame earlier, and now you’ve hit her again. She’s just lost her husband!"

"Shut your mouth," Qiao Chuchu said, not wanting to waste her energy arguing with her at this moment. "If you say another word, I’ll beat you too."

After all, this woman had betrayed her in the timeline where she was murdered.

Xia Xuechun: "?!"

Long Yunxiao, the second son of the Long family, stepped forward protectively beside Xia Xuechun: "Miss Qiao, how can you speak like that? Aren’t you going too far?"

Qiao Chuchu looked at him.

Dressed in a gentle ivory wool coat, her eyes were calm but carried an unyielding, menacing edge, like an unknown, horrifying abyss.

Long Yunxiao felt a chill run down his spine, unable to utter a word.

Soon after, the police arrived.

As per regulation, no one was allowed to leave until the police had finished questioning and investigating.

The police's investigation revealed a shocking discovery: Meng Yashu's home had a hidden basement, which led to the unraveling of a long-unsolved serial murder case.

Meng Yashu was the murderer, and he had a habit of recording his crimes. The tapes contained gruesome footage of him personally torturing victims with a chainsaw.

What was most sickening was that when the police disassembled Meng Yashu's paintings, they found an additional painting hidden beneath.

The visible painting depicted a girl surrounded by flowers.

Beneath it lay a painting of the girl's lifeless body.

The guests' faces turned pale, their skin crawling with unease.

Many felt lucky, saying, "Thank goodness the Pei family called the police. This is a family of murderers!"

Qiao Chuchu sat on the sofa, watching Rayla being questioned by the police.

Rayla cried profusely to the female police officer: "I truly had no idea he had done these things behind my back. He didn’t like me interfering with his art, I..."

She clutched her chest, her heartbroken grief evident: "It’s terrifying. I’ve lived with such a man for twenty years. We were supposed to create the perfect masterpiece together, but instead, he betrayed me like this!"

In the end, Rayla was taken away by the police for further investigation.

But on the way back to Lou Tingsi’s house, Qiao Chuchu stared blankly out the window for most of the journey.

She sat in the back of a long Lincoln, with only her seven brothers, Ying Chen, and Weisheng Huailing present.

The others from the Weisheng family and Lou Tingsi were in another car.

Pei Yuan had been sitting beside Qiao Chuchu since they boarded the car, cautiously asking, "Are you freaked out?"

Qiao Chuchu had been acting strangely from earlier—lifeless, quiet, not saying a word.

Weisheng Huailing picked up his phone and typed a message to Pei Yuan:?Did we leave her alone earlier, and she’s upset about it??

Pei Yuan furrowed his brows.

Indeed, he had been too rash.

He was so consumed by anger that all he could think about was dealing with Meng Yashu.

The others also wanted to see how things would unfold for Meng Yashu. Pei Yuan had assumed that Meng Yashu wouldn’t be so foolish as to try to kill Qiao Chuchu at his own exhibition, so he hadn’t left anyone to stay with her.

She must have been scared.

Pei Yuan gave Pei Youchuan a look.

Among the brothers, Pei Youchuan was the most skilled at cheering up Qiao Chuchu.

Pei Youchuan sat beside Qiao Chuchu and said, "Chuchu, think about it. Our family called the police, the truth about the serial murders has come to light, the girls who were taken can finally rest in peace, and other girls no longer have to live in fear. Meng Yashu, that scoundrel, is dead. We’ve avenged those girls. This is a good thing; you shouldn’t be sad."

Qiao Chuchu remained expressionless: "Rayla will be released by the police; there won’t be any evidence connecting her to the basement."

Everyone was taken aback.

Pei Youchuan chuckled nonchalantly: "What does Rayla have to do with this? The murderer isn’t her."

Qiao Chuchu stared straight out the window: "She wasn’t the murderer, but she was an accomplice."

Everyone's expressions changed to one of shock.

Accomplice?

Qiao Chuchu calmly explained: "She’s a highly acclaimed photographer, and being a woman, she lured unsuspecting girls away from their families under the pretense of shooting. The reason this couple’s crimes went undetected for so long is because they were careful."

"Now that Meng Yashu’s secret hideout has been destroyed and she insisted not to call the police, she will want revenge."

Qiao Chuchu’s gaze dimmed, staring at the scenery passing by outside the window.

[Enraged, she will come to kill one of my brothers, shooting him in the abdomen outside Lou Tingsi’s garden, leaving him to die there.]

The Pei family members were shocked, their eyes wide.

Ying Chen and Weisheng Huailing immediately focused their attention on Pei Buxian.

Pei Buxian was completely confused: "???"

So it’s him again? Because he called the police?

Last time, Lou Tingsi died, Lou Yuejue died, and he died.

This time, he dies again?

He’s really short-lived!