Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 157: Will You Try My Brother Again?

The system didn’t say anything further and disconnected from Qiao Chuchu.

Qiao Chuchu looked at Rila.

Rila coldly stared back at her.

The atmosphere between the two dropped to freezing point, and the tense mood slowly spread throughout the exhibition.

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Suddenly, a sharp scream sounded from outside.

The person screaming hurriedly spoke in English: "Ah! Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng has committed suicide!!"

Rila’s face changed drastically, and she ran towards the source of the voice.

The others also hurriedly followed.

Qiao Chuchu calmly stood still, not moving.

Pei Yuan found her behavior a little odd: "Aren’t you going to check?"

She walked slowly, unhurriedly, stepping out of the exhibition and arriving at the body of Meng Yashu in front of the studio door.

Meng Yashu had killed himself with a gun, and there was also a suicide note nearby.

Rila was crying hysterically.

Qiao Chuchu felt something was wrong: [A murderer committed suicide before killing me? Could it be someone disguised as him to fake a suicide and kill him instead?]

The men behind her changed their expressions, staring at her back in surprise.

She had guessed the murderer who was going to kill her?

So smart?

One of the guests suggested to Rila: "We should call the police, this might be suspicious."

Rila shook her head through her tears: "No! Don’t call the police!"

Qiao Chuchu looked at Rila in confusion.

Rila clung to Meng Yashu’s body tightly, sobbing: "My husband must have sacrificed himself for art, this was his paradise. I can’t call the police and have them come search our home. It would ruin everything he worked for."

She looked at everyone with teary eyes: "Please, don’t call the police. Let my husband rest in peace."

"But I’ve already called the police." A male voice interrupted at the right moment.

Rila’s face changed, and she turned towards the source of the voice.

Pei Bu Xian was holding his phone and walked around Qiao Chuchu: "The police are already on their way."

Rila was stunned, her eyes wide open, her crying expression gradually turning strange and sinister: "What right do you have to call the police?"

Pei Bu Xian put his phone away, his expression one of natural assurance: "The first thing you should do in a situation like this is to call the police. What, are you worried that the police might harm you? Or does your family have secrets you don’t want the police to find?"

Rila’s breath hitched, and she suddenly lunged at him!

Qiao Chuchu reacted quickly and pushed Rila away!

Rila fell onto Meng Yashu’s body and continued to charge at Pei Bu Xian!

Qiao Chuchu pushed Rila away again: "Try doing anything to my brother again?!"

Pei Bu Xian looked at Qiao Chuchu in shock, his mouth slightly open, stunned.

The other men stared at her back, dazed.

She was small but stood firmly in front of Pei Bu Xian, protecting him.

Rila sat on the ground, her blonde hair covering her face, her blue eyes visible beneath the strands, filled with madness, as if she wanted to devour Qiao Chuchu alive.

Qiao Chuchu sneered.

How coincidental.

She wanted the same.

She gripped Pei Bu Xian’s wrist tightly, so hard that it caused him some pain, and he couldn’t help but groan quietly, furrowing his brow in discomfort.

Qiao Chuchu turned to him, reassuring: "Don’t be afraid. You did the right thing."

Pei Bu Xian paused, a small, pleased smile curving his lips. He turned his hand to hold Qiao Chuchu’s, using his peripheral vision to glance at his brothers.

They were all focused on Qiao Chuchu, not noticing the details of his hand.

He took a small step forward, turning slightly to hide his hand, his fingertips pressing forcefully and domineeringly between her fingers, locking their hands together.

Pei Bu Xian looked like a thief who had stolen a precious treasure, his transparent eyes filled with secret joy, lowering his voice deliberately: "Chuchu, I’m a little scared."

Qiao Chuchu reassured him with a gentle squeeze.

Pei Bu Xian pressed his lips together, smiling secretly and sweetly.

Xia Xuechun glanced at Rila sitting on the ground, indignantly saying: "Qiao Chuchu, you’ve gone too far! You suddenly went mad and hurt Madam, and now you’ve hit her! She just lost her husband!"

"Shut up." Qiao Chuchu lazily dismissed her, not wanting to waste any energy on her at this time. "Say one more word, and I’ll hit you too."

After all, this person had betrayed her in that timeline when she was killed.

Xia Xuechun: "?!"

Long Family’s second son, Long Yunxiao, angrily stood in front of Xia Xuechun: "Miss Qiao, how can you speak like that? Are you out of control?!"

Qiao Chuchu looked at him.

She was wearing a gentle cream-colored wool coat, her gaze calm, but it gave off a chilling and ruthless feeling for no reason.

Like a cliff beneath the sea, there was an unknown fear.

Long Yunxiao was struck by her gaze, a shiver running down his spine, unable to speak.

Soon, the police arrived.

As per protocol, no one was allowed to leave until the police had finished questioning and their investigation was complete.

But as the police investigated, they were shocked to discover that Meng Yashu’s home had a basement, which led to a serial murder case that had been without clues.

Meng Yashu was the murderer, and he had a habit of recording videos. The tapes contained footage of him personally using a chainsaw to harm his victims.

The most disgusting part was when the police opened one of Meng Yashu’s paintings and found another hidden picture.

On the surface, the painting showed a young girl and flowers.

Underneath, the hidden picture depicted the corpse of the girl.

The guests’ faces turned pale, feeling a chill run through them.

Some people were relieved: "Thank goodness the Pei family called the police. This is a family of murderers!"

Qiao Chuchu sat on the sofa, watching as Rila was questioned by the police.

Rila, crying, said to the female police officer: "I truly didn’t know he did all these things behind my back. He didn’t like me interfering with his art, I..."

She clutched her chest, utterly distraught: "It’s terrifying. I’ve lived with such a person for twenty years. We had promised to create the perfect piece of art together, but he did this to me!"

In the end, Rila left with the police for further investigation.

But on the way back to Lou Ting Si’s house, Qiao Chuchu remained in the car, dazed.

She sat in the extended Lincoln, with only her seven brothers, Ying Chen, and Wei Sheng Huai Ling with her.

The rest of the Wei Sheng family and Lou Ting Si were in another car.

Pei Yuan had been sitting next to Qiao Chuchu since they got into the car and cautiously asked, "Are you scared?"

Because Qiao Chuchu had been acting strange ever since.

She was lifeless, very quiet, not saying a word.

Wei Sheng Huai Ling picked up his phone and typed to Pei Yuan: "Do you think she’s upset because we left her alone?"

Pei Yuan furrowed his brow.

Indeed, he hadn’t thought it through.

He had been blinded by anger at the time, only thinking about confronting Meng Yashu.

The others also wanted to see Meng Yashu’s end. He didn’t think Meng Yashu would be so foolish to make a move on Qiao Chuchu during his own art exhibition, so no one stayed with her.

She must have been frightened.

Pei Yuan gave Pei Youchuan a look.

Among his brothers, Pei Youchuan was the one best at cheering up Qiao Chuchu.

Pei Youchuan sat next to Qiao Chuchu: "Chuchu, think about it. We reported to the police, and the truth about the serial killings came out. The girls can rest in peace now, and other girls won’t have to live in fear. Meng Yashu, that bastard, is dead. This is revenge for the girls, so don’t be upset."

Qiao Chuchu’s face remained expressionless: "Rila will be released by the police. There won’t be any evidence of her in the basement."

Everyone froze.

Pei Youchuan laughed dismissively: "What does Rila have to do with it? The murderer wasn’t her."

Qiao Chuchu stared blankly out the window: "She’s not the murderer. She’s an accomplice."

Everyone froze, their expressions growing more shocked.

An accomplice?

Qiao Chuchu calmly said: "She’s a very talented photographer in the industry, and she’s a woman, so she would use photography as an excuse to lure those unsuspecting girls to her studio without their parents knowing. This couple’s dealings have gone undetected for years because they’ve been so careful."

"Meng Yashu’s secret base has been destroyed. She was told not to call the police, but the police still came. So she will definitely take revenge."

Qiao Chuchu’s eyes dimmed, her gaze fixed on the scenery flying past outside.

["The angry one will come to kill one of my brothers in Lou Ting Si’s garden, shooting him in the abdomen and letting him die there."]

The Pei family’s members were horrified, their eyes wide open.

Ying Chen and Wei Sheng Huai Ling immediately turned their attention to Pei Bu Xian.

Pei Bu Xian was bewildered: "??"

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

Last time, Lou Ting Si died, Lou Yuejue died, and now, he’s going to die?

His life is too short!