The Uninvited Guest Returning from the Night Shift
During this period of time, the factory where Yue Feng works had a large order to fulfill, requiring him to work overtime every day.
Although he began work at eight o'clock, he often did not leave until after ten at night. However, because the factory was not very large and the rules were not very stringent, as long as the boss agreed, the employees always enjoyed generous benefits.
Naturally, the owner wanted to capitalize on this opportunity for profit and offered special incentives for overtime work, increasing the overtime pay by two and a half times to stimulate the employees' enthusiasm for work.
Compared to the usual overtime rate of one and a half times, this special benefit was very generous, and every employee was willing to work overtime, including Yue Feng.
However, for some reason, during this time, Yue Feng always felt like something was following him whenever he returned home at night.
It wasn't a person, because whenever he felt suspicious, he would turn his head to look back, only to find no one behind him every time.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but as time went on, his suspicion grew.
Naturally, he didn't want to be followed by some "dirty thing." He wasn't a courageous person and was afraid of being stalked by some "dirty thing."
So, whenever he felt suspicious, he would ride his electric bike very fast and head straight home without looking back.
He had thought that over time, the "dirty thing" would disappear from his side.
However, the reality was not what he expected.
Later on, not only on the road, but also every time he went to sleep in the rented room, he felt the presence of that "dirty thing."
In his dreams, that "dirty thing" frequently appeared, and he even saw its "figure."
—Specifically, it should be described as a vague black shadow.
However, after seeing that black shadow, he was not as scared as before.
Because the lines of that black shadow depicted the figure of a well-proportioned woman.
—It wasn't some "dirty thing," but rather something that would make a person want to indulge in, or a "temptress."
Any man wouldn't be afraid of a mysterious woman, and on the contrary, any man who encounters a mysterious woman would want to indulge in her, even if just in their dreams.
Yue Feng was a man with normal physiological and psychological needs, of course, he wanted to indulge.
He had fantasized more than once about what a well-proportioned woman would look like, like most people, he would imagine her appearance as beautiful and more and more like a certain woman around him.
After his own mental processing and reconstruction, he imagined the mysterious woman from the dream as Hou Jinglan, the beautiful woman from the factory who had both a great figure and a beautiful face.
When he visualized Hou Jinglan's image, he suddenly realized that the mysterious woman did indeed bear many similarities to her.
Height, hairstyle, thin figure, slender legs, and so on, almost no differences at all.
Hou Jinglan did not have a high level of education, but she held a coveted position in the factory.
It goes without saying why. The factory owner "appreciated" her and deliberately arranged her to be by his side, functioning similar to a secretary.
This woman, who was even idler than a secretary, always attracted the attention of men as she wandered around the factory and became the object of desire for many men.
Of course, no one could "get her," except for the boss.
It was said that Hou Jinglan did have an improper relationship with the boss.
Colleagues in the factory had seen them leaving a high-end hotel arm in arm, behaving intimately and ambiguously.
Due to too many rumors, she knew that staying in the factory would lead to being gossiped about by many people. So, she discussed with the boss (indeed, it was a discussion, not using any other means) and decided to resign and leave the factory.
However, she did not go far, or rather, her relationship with the boss did not distance itself either.
She moved into a unique house purchased by the boss in the city and began living a more comfortable and leisurely life, being completely provided for.
Since she left the factory, Yue Feng had not seen her again.
—That was about three months ago.
However, Hou Jinglan was indeed too beautiful. With no successor, many people, including Yue Feng, still remembered her.
In reality, Hou Jinglan had always been the object of Yue Feng's erotic fantasies.
He had even once thought that if he had money, he would even support her, if not marry her as a wife, at least to take her to bed and enjoy the blessings of being a man.
He had cursed the boss fiercely in his mind, also cursing Hou Jinglan for being "inappropriate." In short, it was like a cat who always wanted to steal fish, but only eyed others eating fish.
He did not expect that Hou Jinglan would actually come to him, not only wandering around Yue Feng, but also entering his dreams.
It was too exciting, too joyful for him.
He decided to take the initiative to approach her and catch her in reality and pull her to his side.
However, when he rode his electric bike home at night, he tried many methods but couldn't see her, let alone catch her.
He could only hope to meet her in his dreams.
In the dream, it didn't take much effort, he grabbed her arm, and she, who wanted to escape, appeared in front of him.
— It was indeed her.
— Even though her face was pale and her hair was disheveled, that beautiful face was firmly etched in his heart, how could he not recognize her?
The mysterious woman in the dream turned out to be her, and he was overjoyed.
He held her tightly, kissed her, and let his desire burn uncontrollably.
— He couldn't have her in reality, but in the dream, he was determined to kiss every inch of her body, strip her naked, and act out his perverted thoughts, ruthlessly ravishing her.
And indeed he did.
After all, in his own dreams, he could do as he pleased, be as he pleased, if he wanted to be a king, he was a king, if he wanted to be a beast, he was a beast.
She struggled a little, then gave in.
— Wasn't she the way he had imagined her to be?
He joyfully vented, satisfied, feeling so comfortable he wanted to die.
The entwined bodies made him truly feel a woman's warmth, — the feeling was so real, as if it wasn't a dream, but a tangible reality.
She was libertine and gentle, like a gentle breeze and a violent storm.
What an exceptional woman, his exceptional woman!
Yue Feng indulged in his erotic dream.
Even though he went to work every day, he was no longer as diligent and hardworking as before.
His spirits were low, and he became increasingly listless.
Only at night, after falling asleep, did he feel energized, able to fully unleash the explosive power and display his primal abilities.
Hou Jinglan didn’t disappoint him either.
Her performance in front of him revealed the charm of a woman, skilled in the carnal arts.
And every night, she would appear, never disappointing his anticipation.
However, there was one thing, she only tried to please him, but never spoke.
She could scream in pain, moan loudly, pant in excitement, but never said a word to him.
Not a single word.
He didn't want her to say anything.
He just endlessly vented his desires, didn't want to say much to her.
— What he wanted, wasn't it this kind of "relationship"?
Originally, the two of them didn't say much in reality, so it was natural that they didn't in the dream.
However, as he spent more time with her, he couldn't help but notice one thing.
Her gaze.
Her eyes spoke.
But it seemed to say only one thing that he easily understood, yet was somewhat uneasy about—
It was as if, after seeing it, there would be a kind of deep-seated loneliness, and then that loneliness would emit a strange "taste," carrying pain, sadness, and despair.
It was the pain of living, the sorrow of being alive, and the despair of life.
Why did she have such a look in her eyes?
He thought he could control her in his dreams.
As long as he made her smile, she would smile, as long as he made her tender like a cat, she would be as tender as a cat.
But he found that even in his own dreams, there were many things he couldn't control.
— Even the king has his limits, and the beast has its boundaries.
He could do as he pleased with her body, but he couldn't change what her eyes concealed.
He really wanted to ask her, but he didn't.
Intentionally avoiding, it seems to have some effect, but I always carry it in my heart and always feel that lingering look.
The growing doubts have taken a toll on his physical and mental well-being.
During the day, he felt even more listless, feeling powerless in everything he did.
One day, the consequences emerged.
Assigned a project, he ended up producing a large number of defective products.
This was an unprecedented "achievement".
His boss had already noticed his lack of focus and gave him the opportunity anyway, but with concern about potential problems.
Before handing it off, the boss naturally had some concerns.
The boss repeatedly reminded him and even deliberately offered greater incentives to stimulate him, hoping he would perform better.
But he didn't expect...
The boss had to express anger, considering firing him, but managed to hold back his temper.
The factory needed someone loyal and dedicated like him. If he were to be dismissed, who could guarantee that his replacement would be as good as him?
"Go home and rest. Come back to work when you've recovered," was the order, delivered in a harsh tone.
He just glanced at the boss and muttered, "Your woman has been meeting me every night. I've made you a cuckold, yet you still dare to be arrogant to me?"
The boss obviously didn't hear clearly what he was saying and looked at him with a puzzled frown.
He didn't repeat, and walked out of the boss's office.
Then, he rested at home.
Idle and with nothing to do, he always loved to sleep.
Sleeping at night, sleeping during the day, he was sleeping every day. Sleep had become the theme of his life.
He could dream of Hou Jinglan at night and still dream of her during the day.
Every day was a revelry, every night a drunkenness. This free-spirited man could fly freely in his dreams, and even fly into the second layer of dreams.
Yearning for transcendence, facing endless calamity, he felt free and was not attached to the earthly concerns of the heart and soul.
What he didn't know was that the loneliness in her eyes had deepened.
Pain, sadness, despair, it seemed like an endless abyss she had fallen into, sinking deeper and willingly refusing to struggle.
Suddenly one day, Hou Jinglan spoke.
But the first sentence she spoke shocked Yue Feng, who was languishing.
"Kill your boss, I want his heart."
After a long period of adjustment, he believed she was not lying.
Looking at her, he hesitated.
She didn't give him a chance to hesitate, "If you don't kill him, I won't appear in your dreams again."
This threat seemed to have some effect.
But he was restless.
After all, killing a man was not to be taken lightly, he had to weigh his options.
"Why do you want me to kill him? Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Because I'm not human."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not human, so I can't really kill someone, especially someone who is wary of you."
"...I still don't understand."
"In fact, I am a ghost... a ghost killed by your boss."
He was horrified.
He had thought that she wasn't human and had often thought that she was too mysterious in his dreams.
But he was just dreaming, even if she wasn't human, as a ghost in his dream, what could she do to him?
Deceiving himself, he didn't think much about it and continued the liaison with her, reveling in a grand dream.
But she really was a ghost, she admitted...
Seemingly guessing what he was thinking, she said, "I indeed died, and I died in that unique house I was taken care of."
"Why did he want to kill you?"
"Because he fell for a contract, a money-making opportunity."
"Suddenly, the factory had a large production after that contract was signed, right?"
She nodded, "In terms of profit, many people will stop at nothing."
"For me, meeting you in my dreams, wouldn't that be in my best interest?"
"So, you must promise me to kill him."
"What if I don't agree?"
"...I only believe that you won't let me down."
Yue Feng didn't agree with her.
He was just an ordinary person, unable to kill a person.
And she no longer appeared in his dreams.
The unjustly killed ghost, Hou Jinglan disappeared from his dreams.
He suddenly felt the darkness of the night terrifying, even the day seemed gloomy. The joy from his dreams seemed to be right in front of him, he felt as if he could even feel her body temperature, but she was just out of reach, distant across a special distance.
Day and night, he had no more dreams, that intoxicating revelry, seemed to still be in the night, but the night had been agonizing for him.
Every day of his had turned into torment.
He longed to have her, to indulge with her, to experience the heavenly and intoxicating feeling with her.
He regretted.
— What would killing a person solve?
— Without her, he could barely live, let alone live a decent life.
No sleep, life was bitter, to sleep, life was even more bitter.
He could not see any hope in life, the future he saw was a pitch-black abyss.
So, he wanted to kill, to kill his boss.
Perhaps, just by killing the boss, she would come back.
She did not tell him, how exactly he should do it, to make her return, but he was certain that once he killed the boss, she would reappear.
He no longer hesitated.
Or rather, his longing for her made him brave and filled him with the desire to kill.
Yue Feng returned to the factory.
He hid a knife on his person.
After greeting the familiar colleagues he met, he walked straight to the boss's office.
One colleague mysteriously told him the boss hadn't been in for the past few days, often bringing an old woman into the office, always locked away, but someone had sneaked to the door and heard the woman's moans, the man's breathing, as well as some "accompaniment".
Hou Jinglan was right; the boss had gotten involved with the old woman.
His desire to kill the boss grew stronger.
The office door was tightly closed.
He listened intently and indeed heard the sounds his colleague had described.
He kicked open the door, breaking in.
Without saying a word, he began to randomly chop at the two naked bodies lying on the office desk.
He struck the fatal blow first, preventing them from making a sound.
Then, it was just a random hacking...
Blood splattered...
Blood flowed...
Blood surged…
The two naked bodies were hacked into a pulp, and his body was covered in blood.
Suddenly, he felt that the killing was very gratifying, thrilling, and addictive.
— The feeling of killing was so satisfying, like the climax he felt laying with her.
So, he continued.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Apart from his heavy breathing and the sound of the knife, there was no other sound.
He had hacked the two bloody figures into a meat paste, even their bones were crushed into a pulp.
The office was filled with blood and flesh.
And so was his body.
— So satisfying!
— So comfortable, so addictive!
At some point, Hou Jinglan appeared in the office.
The unjustly killed ghost stood in a corner, coldly watching everything that had happened in the room.
But her gaze gradually softened.
The more blood flowed, the gentler her gaze became, and the more evident her smile at the corner of her mouth.
Finally, he ran out of strength and collapsed in the pool of blood. Finally, she became a woman with blood and flesh.
She walked over to him and said, "Thank you."
He weakly gave her a smile.
— He knew that as long as he killed the boss, she would reappear.
However, she said something after this.
After she said it, he couldn't smile anymore.
"Your life has started a countdown, you're not far from death."
He wanted to ask why, but he was too tired to ask.
But she saw through his thoughts, "You will be treated as a pervert or a beast, because the way you killed was too cruel, too inhumane."
She continued, "To deal with someone like you, they have only one way, to kill you."
She lightly kissed him on his blood-streaked face.
"I'll wait for you to come over and accompany me to where we both should go."
Hou Jinglan finally got her wish.
She didn't care about Yue Feng's life or death or the many things in the world.
Now, she was a ghost, and the things she cared about no longer existed because of the death of the couple.
She walked in the sunlight, relaxed and carefree.
— Who said that ghosts are afraid of sunlight? This ghost of hers was always able to walk in the sunlight.
She walked lightly, her steps like dancing.
What she didn't know was that there were two new ghosts, both following her with grudges.
They were two naked new ghosts, a man and a woman, looking at the office where a breathless man lay, incredulous at the bloody scene. They couldn't believe how gruesome their deaths were.
But they were dead, that was a fact.
They naturally wanted revenge.
Their adversaries were naturally Hou Jinglan.
— Hou Jinglan had used her methods to get Yue Feng to kill them, so they wanted revenge.
— They wanted to make sure that Hou Jinglan was forever a ghost, unable to be freed.
When will they settle the score?
How will they deal with her?
Will Yue Feng really be seen as a pervert and be killed?
There won't be many more details because the story ends here.
Originally posted 2024-04-03 13:57:00.