Chapter 7: The Seductive Guest
Missing Person Notice: Li Liangcai, 29 years old, from Shenzhou City in the Shenzhou Region, lives in Building A7, Room 801, Aihu Garden, Qinglu Road, Longyang District, Shenzhou City, disappeared on September 6th, has not returned for many days. Kindhearted people, if you see someone resembling the person in this photo, please call 137XXXXXXX1 immediately. If his condition is not good, please help him; there will be heavy thanks afterward!
Attached photo: A life photo of a man wearing glasses, with a lean build and well-proportioned figure. From the man’s expression and demeanor in the photo, as well as the background of a well-known university behind him, the man also has the scholarly and reserved temperament of a top student in research.
Lin Ling gently closed the laptop screen, stretched lazily: “Soon, another deal is coming.”
Meow~
The black cat lying on the shrine poked out its head and meowed at Lin Ling.
Lin Ling seemed to understand what it said, immediately beaming with joy: “No, you’re right, it’s several deals.”
Knock knock knock.
Just as Lin Ling finished speaking, a moderate knock on the door sounded, and the new business indeed came to the door just as he said.
He made faces in front of the nearby mirror, adjusting his features to softer curves, maintaining an affable expression, then sat quietly behind the counter, smiling as he waited for the knocking guest to enter the room.
The next second, the redwood door painted with evil spirit masks was pushed open, and in walked a gentleman aristocrat who seemed to have stepped out from the Industrial Revolution era, dressed in a splendid suit, wearing a bowler hat, holding a gentleman’s cane in his gloved white hand, walking steadily toward Lin Ling.
“Boss Lin, sorry to disturb you again.” The man’s voice was quite soft, like the Don River quietly flowing under the night curtain. He took off his hat, stepped forward, revealing a stunningly beautiful face, exceedingly exquisite and handsome.
The man’s skin was fair and smooth, with pink thin lips, phoenix eyes with a hanging eyelid, a glamorous tear mole, slender figure, gentle curves… It was hard to imagine a man could be so alluring.
Lin Ling nodded with a smile and casually asked: “Have you found the answers you wanted now?”
“Regrettably, I still can’t.” The handsome man sighed softly, returning a double-headed top to Lin Ling. “That world in the dream is still too dangerous for me. I’m like a butterfly, hard to escape the primitive jungle full of spider webs. But thanks to its help provided by you, I’ve gradually mastered dream-building techniques. At least now in that world, I have some self-preservation ability.”
“Is that so? Good that it’s useful to you. Actually, you can keep using it for a while longer.” Lin Ling put the top back into a red wooden box, smiling as he said.
The handsome man’s lips trembled slightly, looking shaken, and said: “Boss Lin, I don’t want to be trapped forever in that eternal palace where no passage of time can be felt.” As he spoke, he touched his right hand; surprisingly, a trace of blood stained the white glove on his right hand, and faintly, something inside the glove was wriggling eerily, as if several strip-shaped flesh worms were surging within.
“Hehe, doesn’t that perfectly satisfy your desires? It’s just a small price to pay.”
“Eternal solitude is not a small price.” The handsome man said somewhat helplessly, “I’m not as capable as you, Boss Lin.”
“Capable?” Lin Ling blinked, smiling playfully: “But I’m just an ordinary person.”
Ordinary person? Hehe.
The handsome man brushed off the joke and got to the point, saying seriously: “Boss Lin, this time I hope to get other assistance. The demonic sound in the attic is getting stronger, that thing is increasingly longing for my spirit and soul. I don’t want to go with that thing.”
“Anyway, playing the violin is the same wherever you go. Why not compromise? What do you think, Mr. Haimofen, the greatest violinist of this century?” Lin Ling suggested with a smile. Though he said so, he had already stepped out from behind the counter, turning to walk toward a shelf inside the shop.
Hearing the praise, the disappointment in Haimofen’s eyes was hard to conceal. He shook his head: “For me, that dream world beyond common sense is beautiful, but far exceeds human limits on the concept of beauty. It’s beautiful yet frightening. If I really had to play the violin forever for the master there, even with stable work and pay, I absolutely wouldn’t go.”
Lin Ling smiled and finally took a pair of gloves from a cabinet on the top shelf.
When the gloves were taken out, the shop lights shone on them, and the blades on the five fingers reflected a chilling gleam.
“You cherish your hands so much, unwilling to touch blood directly with them. Why not wear these?” Lin Ling looked at Haimofen, who was deeply fascinated by the claw gloves, his black pupils showing no emotion, explaining: “The gloves might guide you to new art.”
“They’re truly beautiful, but sadly, wearing them means I can’t hold the bow.” Haimofen took the gloves, holding them carefully, showing a trace of regret, but more excitement: “But I really like these gloves.”
As he spoke, he impatiently took off his current gloves. The originally snow-white gloves had long been stained red with blood. When the gloves were removed, a pair of hands without skin covering, full of blood holes, was exposed to the air, with veins clearly visible, traversing the jungle of flesh and blood, forming the flesh-and-blood world of these hands with the stark white bones.
Haimofen took off and put on the gloves again; the sensitive pain nerves made his face instantly pale, but an ecstatic flush slowly emerged on that handsome face afterward.
“Ah, this feel… I feel my hands have fused as one with them.” Haimofen was extremely excited. No one would think this artist who relied on his hands for a living had such a pathological side, grinning like a madman.
To be precise, when the demonic sound from his attic started tormenting his spirit day after day and even damaged his cherished hands, he had already begun to go mad.
A madman naturally wouldn’t fear. Haimofen even wanted revenge.
When Haimofen first came to Lin Ling, that crazy face full of slaughter desire, Lin Ling still remembered it clearly. Now Haimofen had become much more normal thanks to the hope of revenge.
Better to vent than suppress.
Mental patient Lin Ling thought of himself as a highly skilled doctor, he really understood a madman’s needs too well. Look at the effect of his current treatment—how remarkable!
Knock knock knock!
At this moment, forceful knocking on the door synchronized with the cat’s meow from the shrine side. Lin Ling’s face immediately lit up with joy: “Business is good today. Didn’t expect the new guest to be so eager.”
“Then I’ll take my leave. This is the rent I’m paying. I wonder how long the rental period is this time?” Haimofen switched back to his blood-stained gloves and put on his bowler hat, preparing to leave.
He still wasn’t ready for direct contact with others. If he ran into fans and they saw him now, his image would probably be ruined.
Haimofen, who had lost his violin-playing hands, was just a powerless mortal.
Lin Ling smiled and said: “Tomorrow.”
Haimofen was stunned, a trace of horror in his eyes. Cold sweat quickly soaked the inside of his hat, then he lowered his hat brim to cover most of his face, forcing a smile: “Looks like I got something extraordinary.”
With that, he quickly headed to the back door of the small shop and left the small dwelling from there.
At the same time, the guest outside pushed the door and entered.
“Didn’t expect after just one afternoon apart, Miss Yu’s complexion has improved so much.” Lin Ling smiled at Yu Lianyun entering the small dwelling, saying sincerely.
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