Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

He got up and took the bottle opener in his hand, Then blew the dust off it before turning and walking toward me.

From beginning to end, I had been watching the man. The growing number of suspicious details made me hesitate.

"Um... is 'Liu' Lin home?"

Man's Weakness

Looking at this man riddled with suspicious details, I finally recalled the name of the female I had seen on the ID card. Since she lived in the same apartment, if this man truly was the owner of this house, he would definitely notice that the two characters 'Liu Lin' were wrong.

"Liu Lin..."

The man, who had been walking toward the sofa with the bottle opener in hand, suddenly froze. The astonished expression on his face and the faint fear in his eyes made me understand at once.

This man is absolutely not the owner of this house!

"You mean... Liu, Liu Lin?" The man's gaze wandered aimlessly. He would not even look at me as he walked over to the sofa and sat down, continuously twisting the metal bottle opener in his hand...

"Yes, I'm her friend, but I've never been to this villa before. I only knew she lived here. Actually, we had a falling-out before, so..."

The man would not tell me the truth, so... we would lie to each other.

"Oh... oh! I see." The man hesitated, lowering his head so I could not see his expression. The next second...

"Ahhh!!!"

With a shout, the man suddenly sprang up, raised the bottle opener in his hand, and smashed it straight at me!!

The moment I realized he was not the owner, I had already begun guarding against him. That woman had died far too strangely, so...

I suspected that the man before me was the one who had killed Wang Lin.

So when he sprang up and swung something at me, I immediately tucked in my legs and leaped backward. The sofa instantly toppled to the floor from my push, and the man was tripped by it and fell as well. The bottle opener flew from his hand with a clang, smashing a vase.

"You're not the owner of this house."

The man did not get up right away. Instead, he quietly moved one hand while saying to me, "Yeah... I really am not the owner of this house, and I don't know any Liu Lin you mentioned."

"Then let me ask you... how did you get into this house?"

"Simple... that woman always kept the key in the grass by the door, so... I secretly took it and made a copy while she was away."

As he spoke, he kept moving his hand, slowly bringing it toward his waist.

Though he hid it well, my eyesight had become much stronger now, so I could see every movement clearly—including the short knife peeking out from beneath his loose shirt at his waist.

Wait... could this man be someone from the property management?

Thinking that, I asked my question.

"Who are you?"

"I... am just a thief." As he spoke, his hand had already gripped the knife. But his loose clothing blocked much of my view, leaving me able to see only part of the hilt, not the entire blade.

"Then let me ask you... did you kill the mistress of this house?"

Remembering the corpse lying in the grass, I frowned tightly as I watched the man on the floor, who was ready to rush at me at any moment.

"Ah... you mean... that very beautiful young wife? I killed her... so what?" The man slightly raised his head and looked at me, clicking his tongue.

He smacked his lips appreciatively!

"Tsks... that woman was already the finest specimen I'd ever seen, but what I didn't expect was... there was actually an even finer one waiting for me."

With a raised brow, the man turned his nauseating gaze on me, making me feel as though caterpillars were crawling all over my body.

"Do you really think... you can beat me?"

"Whether I can beat you..." As the man said this, his voice dropped considerably. I roughly understood what he wanted to say, so I deliberately took half a step forward, and bent slightly at the waist. I wanted to see whether this man truly intended to kill someone.

"We'll only... know after we fight!!"

With a sudden shout, the man sprang up and drew the short blade at his waist. Only then did I clearly see its shape... a very simple

dagger, with a blade perhaps a dozen centimeters long, though it looked extremely sharp.

"Die!!!"

Shouting as he did, the man thrust the dagger straight at me. Instinctively, I twisted aside, evading the blade while grabbing his arm. First, I drove an elbow into his face. He fell backward with the momentum of his charge, but because I had control of his arm, I hauled

him back, then raised my knee and viciously slammed it into his... lower body.

"Ah... ooooooooh!!!"

First came a shriek like a scream that had gotten stuck halfway down his throat. Then the man began making an "oh" sound, and the short blade in his hand fell to the floor with a clang.

Seeing the man's expression, I was pleased at first. Sure enough, this move held an irresistible deterrent for any male.

Yet at the same time, an indescribably complicated feeling suddenly welled up inside me.

The old me had this kind of weakness too...

The man convulsed all over, his face turning completely red. He lay on the ground with his body curled up, still twitching slightly.

Seeing this scene, I doubted any man wouldn't feel phantom pain in his balls.

"Uh... you're not dead, are you?"

I really couldn't bear to watch anymore. Had I truly put too much force into that kick? I remembered not using that much strength.

But it seemed that even getting this thing pinched hurt like hell. Taking a direct hit from my knee, even if they weren't shattered, they probably weren't much better off. Besides, the man's expression didn't look fake at all.

"Gah~~ gah~~ gah."

After several strange groans of pain escaped his throat, the man simply rolled his eyes back and fainted...

"..."

I was somewhat at a loss for words, but... him fainting actually made things easier.

I looked around and happened to find something useful.

"A speaker cable."

I didn't know how to tie people up, but at least I could restrict his movements a little. As for what happened afterward, I had no interest in knowing.

Whether this person lived or died had nothing to do with me. I truly didn't know this family either. Even if the woman named Wang Lin had really died at his hands, I had no desire

to avenge her.

I wrapped his hands seven or eight times, bound them tightly, and tied them to a table leg. I also tied two strands around his feet, just in case.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

Dusting off my hands, I looked at the masterpiece from my first time doing SM... Ahem!

I casually picked up the short blade he had dropped. It was a very common little knife—not a fruit knife, but the sort of knives sold at roadside stalls.

The blade was very sharp, but comparatively speaking, though its appearance was nice, it definitely wasn't better than my two.

I slipped the dagger into the knife holster in front of my chest. There were three or four empty slots in the holster, enough to hold cold weapons and similar things.

...west, and there was even a metal inner layer supporting it. As long as I wasn't hit by a car, no matter how sharp the knife was, it wouldn't be able to hurt me.

I inspected the room. It seemed the master of this house was quite fond of trendy elements; all kinds of high-tech products could be found here.

Holographic projections, a 3D printer, and some antique curios.

I swept my gaze around. On either side of the upstairs hall were rooms. After giving it some thought, according to Chinese tradition, the seat of honor should be on the east side.

And the room where the man had just taken out the red wine was also to the east. I pushed the door open and went straight in. It wasn't locked.

But... the smell that had caught my attention was even stronger in this room. And when I saw the little glass bottle on the bedside table and a yellow rubber tube, I immediately understood where that smell had come from.

"Ice?"