These Dangerous Girls Placed Me Into Jeopardy-Chapter 8Vol 3. .6: Another [Necrophiliac Killer]

Lately, there’s been a suspiciously high number of cops patrolling the streets.

Is it because of that dismemberment serial killer incident? I heard the body count’s still rising—though, really, that has nothing to do with me.

I pulled into the school parking lot and had just stepped out of the car when two girls riding bicycles came toward me. The moment they saw me, they hit the brakes and greeted me with a salute.

“Good morning, Mr. Luo!” x2

I closed the door with a flick of my wrist, slipped the car key into my pocket, and responded with a cheerful smile.

“Mhm. Morning. There aren’t many days left till the college entrance exams, right? Hang in there, grit your teeth and push through. Meng Lijing, Sun Mengyao.”

I had the names of every single student at this school memorized.

There was absolutely no chance of mistaking anyone.

“Ah, y-yes!”

“Hehe, I’ll head to the office first.”

After waving goodbye to the two girls, I walked off ahead. From behind, I could hear them whispering excitedly.

“Ahhh, Mr. Luo is seriously so handsome! I feel like I’ll be motivated all day!”

“Right? Right? It’s just such a shame he’s only the homeroom teacher for the first-years. I’m jealous of those younger girls~”

“Did you hear? He recognized us just now! He’s not only handsome, he’s so attentive. If only, maybe, I could...”

“Don’t even think about it. Even our grade’s prettiest girl, Wang Jingyi, confessed to him and got turned down. Heard she was so heartbroken she stopped coming to school...”

“Ugh, I really wonder what kind of girl Mr. Luo does like...”

“Maybe someone a little more mature?”

Mm. Too bad.

I like them younger.

More lively is better. Ideally—pure virgins.

I walked into the school building and headed straight to the third floor. My office was on the left side of the hallway.

“Hey! Xu Nan, no running in the hall!”

“Yo! Lao Luo, morning! We’ve got PE this afternoon. Wanna play ball with us?”

“Nah, I’ve got class this afternoon. You guys go ahead.”

“...That’s a shame.”

“You better smarten up. If you fail the finals, I won’t let it slide.”

“Hehe, got it!”

I might be popular among the girls, but I get along well with the boys too. Not that I have any interest in them—I’m just observing, seeing if there’s anyone like me. If there was, maybe I could guide them...

But alas, no luck so far.

As you can see, I’m a high school teacher.

I work at Qingjiang High School as a Chinese literature teacher.

“Mr. Luo, you’re here early today.”

“Ah, morning, Miss Jiang. Traffic was smooth today.”

A pretty standard workplace environment.

Sure, I’ve got the kind of face that could easily be the main character in a campus drama—but in real life, those messy entanglements almost never happen.

Not that there’s no conflict—just nothing worth mentioning.

Being a high school teacher means dealing with seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds, deep in puberty, minds a mess, hard to figure out.

If you don’t strike the right balance, you’ll get dragged into things that have nothing to do with you.

You can’t interfere too much, but you also can’t just ignore everything.

Don’t get too emotionally involved—just keep things friendly.

That’s what you call the “Middle Way.”

That way, you can sidestep most problems, blend into the surroundings perfectly, never draw any suspicion.

Thanks to my decent looks, I’ve got good rapport. To the students, I’m probably just a charming young teacher, and to my colleagues, I’m a well-behaved, honest young educator.

This long-established persona is etched into everyone’s mind.

This is my identity in “society.”

The persona others have attached to the name “Luo Xinhai.”

And with that trustworthy cover, I can—

Ding-ling-ling—

The bell rang.

“Ah, class is over already. I didn’t finish telling that story... oh well, it wasn’t part of the test content anyway.”

“Sir! You always do this! At least finish the story!”

“Next time. I’ll finish it next class.”

“Lao Luo, you said the same thing last class! And this class was a different story again! When will we ever hear the end of any of them?! Just give us the ending at least!”

“Ahaha—oops, I just remembered I haven’t graded the tests yet. Gotta dash!”

“Wha?!! Stop him! Don’t let Mr. Luo escape!”

Some of the students got up to block me, but I still managed to slip out of the classroom.

It was just on a whim that I shared a few “real” stories with them... I didn’t expect them to get this into it...

“Mr. Luo.”

“Oh? It’s you. What’s the matter?”

On my way back to the office, I ran into a girl with a gloomy face.

She was clearly waiting for me here—probably had something to discuss.

“Sir... ngh... sir!”

She suddenly burst into tears.

I put a hand on her shoulder and asked,

“Don’t panic. What happened?”

“This morning I called Jingyi’s mom... she said she hasn’t been able to get in touch with her since last Wednesday...”

“What? She ran away from home?”

“Yes. They’ve already called the police, but they haven’t found her yet...”

I lowered my head, wearing a sorrowful expression, speaking in a regretful tone.

“This is all... probably because I rejected her confession...”

“No, sir... you have your position as a teacher to consider...”

It’s not rare for girls to run away from home—but Wang Jingyi, the top student of the senior year, disappearing so suddenly... it’s out of the ordinary.

Especially right now, with the dismemberment killer still making headlines. Of course people would wonder if she was murdered.

She was Wang Jingyi’s best friend. She must be heartbroken. I gently patted her on the shoulder and offered her comfort.

“If there’s anything I can do to help, I’ll keep an eye out. Don’t be too upset.”

“Y-Yes... thank you, sir. If only Jingyi could come back...”

“Ah... ah...”

What a shame.

You’ll never see Wang Jingyi again.

I already buried her.

Burying her... really hurt my heart. If she hadn’t started rotting, I honestly wanted to keep her in my home...

If I were some rich second-gen kid with power, I’d definitely collect the corpses of all the women I’ve killed. Seeing the women I love every day—how deeply satisfying that must be. Ahh... even just imagining it makes me feel good.

But sadly, I’m just an ordinary high school teacher.

That night, I ran into Wang Jingyi—pretending it was just a coincidence—while she was wandering the streets after I rejected her.

Then, with a few smooth lines, I easily lured her into bed.

Destroyed her with my own hands.

After savoring the soft, pure body of a virgin girl, I gave her pain and terror in the moment of her greatest joy—slashed her open and killed her.

Watching her spit blood, those despairing, disbelieving eyes staring at me... reaching out with the last bit of her strength...

It was the most exhilarating thing in the world.

To fall in love, and then kill her in that instant. To feel the devastating plunge from love to loss—nothing brings a more intense pleasure.

And then, holding her body in my arms, crying with joy because now I owned all of her (her corpse).

Feeling her warmth fade, kissing her cold lips...

I just couldn’t control myself.

I have a hobby—of violating, injuring, tearing apart, and destroying the women I "like."

I’m not into random killing—I only target women I deem “worthy.”

I truly love turning women into corpses.

Maybe I’m just a psychological pervert obsessed with female corpses.

At this rate, I’ll be caught someday.

My crimes will be exposed to the world, and people will be horrified, call me a monster, curse me, spit on me.

But—so what?

As long as I live happily, who cares?

Fuck ‘em.

The reason I keep my daytime life so orderly is just to keep my nights safe—to let me keep indulging.

So far, I’ve killed twelve women.

All pure virgins.

Every few weeks, I pick a new target, gather info, make a detailed plan—just like strategizing in a game.

Step by step, until I take down the “boss.”

From the moment I choose the target to the execution takes about two to three weeks. After all, I have to teach during the day. My nights are for my true passion.

Sometimes I stay out late stalking—but I think it’s worth every second.

Whether it’s the “me” during the day, or the “me” at night—they’re both real.

Whether I’m educating or killing, it’s all part of who I am. I can’t live without either side.

As long as I keep the balance, I can maintain this life indefinitely...

But not long ago, some sloppy bastard started killing too—his carelessness brought chaos to the city, and I had to hold back for a long time.

Now that the attention’s faded, I finally struck again.

But it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

She barely met my minimum standard. Just an appetizer—I still need to choose a proper main course.

And I’ve already decided on my next target...

Tch! Fuck off!

Shit. Why the hell did I think of that woman...

That hideous woman who lives upstairs from me.

The first time I saw her from behind, I thought she might be the one—the woman I’ve been dreaming of all my life.

Then she turned around—and I saw that ugly, disgusting face.

The worst part was—despite her ugliness, she still drew me in...

For the first time since I was born, I felt emotions so twisted I couldn’t tell where love ended and hatred began.

So I decided—I’d stay the hell away from that weird, ugly woman.

I’ve been avoiding her. I’m even ready to move out.

But about a month ago, I ran into her in the elevator. I was planning to bolt, but the moment I stepped out...

That face.

An impossibly beautiful face, the kind you’d only see in paintings.

Even the Four Beauties of ancient times wouldn’t hold a candle.

And—she had horns?

...Real horns on her head?

Or did she get surgery?

I felt a rush of blood. I got hard instantly. That image of her flipping me off with her middle finger—it stayed in my head for days. I even jerked off to it several times.

Just from one encounter—I was obsessed.

But when I saw her again... she looked just as ugly as before.

Maybe I really did lose my mind. Maybe I imagined the whole thing—projected my fantasy onto that ugly woman...

Ugh. Why her, of all people? Gross.

Forget it. I don’t want to talk about her.

Let’s talk about my next target instead.

This time, the target isn’t a student from my school.

She’s from Qiangshui High School.

Her name is Cora An.

Seventeen years old. Petite frame. Lively behavior. Innocent and naive.

She’s a direct hit to my strike zone—just seeing her makes me excited.

I want to own her already...

I want to kiss her lips. Hear her scream. Watch her blush red. Slice open her belly. Embrace her corpse!

The target is set. Time to start collecting her info. I’ll craft a plan tailored just for her.

Watching her fall step by step—that’s half the fun.

No need to rush. “Cooking fine cuisine” takes time. I’ll savor her properly in the end.

But this time, my target triggered something terrifying I never expected.

It began Saturday night—when I got home.

I found an envelope stuck in my doorway.

No letter inside—just three photographs.

The first was a photo of Wang Jingyi, shyly smiling.

The second was of Cora An, cheeks puffed out in a pout—adorable.

The third...

...was Wang # Nоvеlight # Jingyi’s corpse.

Her face had decayed halfway, maggots crawling on the flesh, bits of dirt still clinging to it.

I stared at it in silence. Looked around the empty hallway. My scalp prickled.

...A warning?

Maybe... the moment I set my sights on Cora An, someone else already marked me.

Maybe they’re telling me—don’t touch her.

But that just makes it more fun!

A game’s only worth playing if there’s some challenge, right?

This is perfect. Everything’s been going too smoothly lately. I haven’t felt nervous in ages.

If someone wants to stop me, then bring it on.

I will make Cora An mine.