When Bright Moon Encounter the Dark Clouds

I had a dream.

In my dream, I saw Yan Yuan, who was also Zhu Shuyun. He laid at the end of my bed and pulled at my legs desperately. “I will kill you! I will kill you!”

I looked up and saw that he had become a spirit with a bloodied face, fangs, and claws.

“Ah!” I let out a sharp scream and abruptly opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling, completely drenched in sweat.

Swearing inwardly, I sat up feeling somewhat dazed. I had always been pretty brave, but the things Zhu Shuyun had said before he died kept annoying me like an annoying mosquito. His words had left me feeling rather anxious.

The Zhu family incident had finally reached a conclusion. Wu Yu helped the police with their investigation. Now, the latter never came to look for us anymore. But if I were Shen Shiyan, I would be suspicious of us. After all, Wu Yu and I had always been able to stay ahead of the police in stopping the criminal.

Maybe Shen Shiyan should give me a certificate: Tan Jiao, the great inspector.

As I brushed my teeth, I thought about how impressive it was that Shen Shiyan and his band of detectives were already on their way to the Zhu residence shortly after I ran out and called the police. I learned later that the police had figured out there was a traitor among the Zhu family after they scrutinized the statements they gave. Even though this meant that Zhu Shuyun’s behavior was inhumane, the police still felt that his previous experience was very odd. In the end, after examining his DNA, they discovered that Yan Yuan was none other than Zhu Shuyun. That was why they immediately rushed to the Zhu family residence, albeit a little late.

Leaning on the balcony railing, I pondered about some matter while basking in the sun. Even though the case had been solved, there were still many mysteries—the year of memory I had lost and the strange note that was left in my house.

I did not think losing my memory of that one year would affect me much, but I was bothered by the thought of my relationship with Wu Yu. What were we?

Was he interested or just being casual? Did he still have those feelings for me when he saw me on that ship, or was he merely taking care of me because of our similar circumstances? After all, he was willing to risk his life to save the children and the obviously selfish Zhu family.

The previously arrogant yet studious man that I met on that ship one year ago had become this tough and caring man.

Resting my chin on my arm, the thought of liking a repairman lingered in my mind. Although Wu Yu was extremely sexy—his tank top, those muscular hands holding a wrench, and the faint scent of engine oil coming from him—his lifestyle now was completely different from mine. Perhaps we would fight a lot after getting married?

...What am I even thinking about?

Looking out from my balcony, I was able to spot the repair shop. Its blue roof stood out from the surrounding buildings. I stayed there, gazing at that blue rooftop for a while until my phone rang.

“Detective Zhu, congratulations on solving the case,” Zhuang Yu said with her calm voice.

“Nah, it was nothing.”

“I never expected the two of you to be so daring. Going to the home of that weirdo to catch him in the act. People in the real world are crueler than the characters you create in your books.”

“That’s so true. It all started with senior Zhu conveniently giving up on looking for his seemingly dumb child. That’s when the seed of hatred was planted. In fact, Zhu Shuyun was not at all dumb. He was just not that good at communicating. If he were actually autistic, his IQ might be extremely high.”