Euphoric Nights

Chapter 2 - The Female Writer Has Murdered Someone

After the elevator opened, Summer walked out. The blond brat followed closely behind her.

Summer went into her bedroom and went to her desk. She placed her bag on the desk and let her hair down. In an instant, her ponytail turned into long flowy hair that framed her shoulders. Suddenly, Summer, who was youthful and artistic when she wore her hair up, looked more seductive because of her hair that flowed past her shoulders.

The blond brat behind her was likely still a virgin. After he entered and shut the door, he sat on the edge of the bed, looking around like he did not know what to do. He even pretended to be admiring the bookshelf as he looked at it. I was certain that this blond brat did not like to read at all.

When Summer was making coffee, the blond brat took the initiative to embrace her from behind. One of his hands was even boldly placed on Summer's buttocks.

"Didn't we agree when we chatted online that we're only having coffee at my place and that you weren’t allowed to do bad things?" Summer said calmly, but it seemed like she already knew that the blond brat would do this from her tone.

"That's what we said online. That was until I met the real you. Who knew that you would be so pretty…" The blond brat wore a wicked smile as he was about to kiss Summer's earlobe that was covered under her hair.

Summer turned around and gently pushed the blond brat. She handed the coffee to him and said, "You still have to drink the coffee. Drink the coffee before doing bad things."

The blond brat smiled wickedly, took the coffee cup, and drank from it.

Summer broke herself free from his embrace and said with a smile, "I'm too tired after running around all day. I’m going to shower. Wait here for me."

"Oh…" It was clear that the fool was a little reluctant, but he still said while scratching his head, "Alright. Hurry up."

Summer entered the bathroom.

When I saw this scene on the surveillance monitor, I had an indescribable fury and excitement. I was hardly able to believe that my pure and artistic dream girl had actually gone on a date with a piece of trash she met online. She even brought him home to have s*x with him. Seeing how deeply affectionate she was earlier, I just hated the fact that I was not the blond brat!

After Summer went into the bathroom, she turned on the shower. However, she stood next to the showerhead and did not undress to take a shower. She did not undress. Instead, she seemed to be waiting for something. She took out a sack from behind the toilet bowl. There was a roll of tape and some ropes in there.

What was she doing?

Summer took out the ropes from the sack and organized them in bunches. She then stood in the same spot while she spaced out. She just let the water flow out of the showerhead next to her as she quietly stood there.

Did she not say that she was going to shower? Why was she just standing there? Her gaze was as calm as the waters, as if she was indifferently waiting for something.

Nearly an hour passed. I realized that the blond brat went from being excited to drowsy. After that, he could not help but lay on the bed and fall into a deep sleep. It was reasonable to say that a student like him, especially one who thought he was going to be having s*x for the first time, would be having infinite expectations. However, how could he still fall asleep when facing such a beautiful lady? All I could think of was that the cup of coffee had sedatives in it.

Sure enough, after the blond brat was sound asleep. Summer walked out of the bathroom, dragging a chair out of there too. She then used the ropes in the sack to tie the blond brat to the chair. After that, she dragged him into the bathroom.

When she was tying the brat up, he suddenly opened his eyes. However, as the effect of the sedatives had not worn off, he only woke up in a daze and he had no strength. When he realized that he was being tied up, his pupils could not help but dilate as he struggled and shouted, "Kate, Kate, what are you doing?"

Kate was probably Summer's online username.

Summer smiled, as if she was doing something that pleased her. She ripped off a piece of tape and sealed the brat's mouth. His eyes were filled with despair as he was clearly aware of the crisis. In the past 20 years of his life, he had always felt such a crisis could never happen to him.

Summer's gaze was calm. She returned to the bed and dragged a box out from under the bed. She then opened the box which was filled with all sorts of things. She took out a needle and syringe from the box, and then she took out a box of liquid to fill the syringe. After that, she walked to the bathroom and injected the liquid into the brat's arm.

The brat's gaze was filled with terror and despair, and he desperately struggled, but he was firmly bound and was unable to move. It was then that I realized when a person was in despair, the person would have a crazy look in their eyes, such as that. However, Summer, who personally orchestrated everything, had a calm expression and moved very naturally, as if what she was doing was ordinary. I was certain that this was not the first time Summer had done this.

After she administered the injection, Summer quietly washed her hands. She then reclined in her bed, switched on her laptop, and began writing. Everything seemed to have returned to normal. On the other hand, while I was in front of the surveillance monitors, the nervousness and fear began to spread through my body. My back was wet from breaking out in cold sweat without me realizing it.

What did Summer do? Had she murdered someone? What was the liquid that she injected into the brat's body? Was it a sedative or drugs? After the liquid was injected into his body, he fell into a deep sleep again, as if he was a corpse. However, he had to still be alive.

I stood up, ignoring what was going on in the other five rooms. I just paced back and forth. Just like the blond brat, I also did not expect such a thing to happen near me. Should I go stop her? Even though the blond brat was reckless and lustful, he absolutely did not deserve to die.

However, if I were to call the police and save his life, the matter of me having spy cameras installed would be publicly known. How could I explain myself to the other five tenants then? It was with great difficulty that I finally selected these six interesting tenants. Also, if other people knew someone had died in my rental unit, then no one would rent the place anymore. I may not even be able to sell it off. Then, would I not have to go back to working at the factory? Thinking of that, I made up my mind that I could not let this matter be known to the public.

The clock ticked on. After Summer had written for a while, she yawned tiredly. She then switched off her laptop, laid down on her bed, and fell asleep.

The blond brat showed no signs of waking up at all.

I spent the entire night riddled with anxiety, and I fixed my eyes on the blond brat on the surveillance monitor.

In the blink of an eye, the sun rose. As if nothing had happened, Summer woke up early, changed into her tracksuit, and went out for a jog.

After I had thought about it over and over for a long time, I finally decided to go check the boy out. While the other tenants were still sleeping, I grabbed my spare key and stood in front of the door to Summer's room. I was so nervous that I could almost hear my own heartbeat as I quietly opened the door.

I gently shut the door after I entered the room and was as careful as a thief. I walked into the bathroom and I saw the blond brat, his body limp. A faint breathing could still be felt under his nostrils. It seemed like he was not dead. I wanted to pat his face to see if I could wake him up, but I hesitated for a moment as I realized I did not have any gloves with me. If I touched his face and my fingerprints were detected during the autopsy, then it would be bad. So, I decided not to touch him.

I returned to the bedroom, and then I took out four coins. I sandwiched two corners of the box under the bed with the coins, and then I dragged the box out and forcefully opened it. There was a needle and syringe in the box, and there were all sorts of glass bottles with labels on them. The labels were gasoline, steak sauce, white vinegar, saline solution, and also strong injectable hypnotics… The liquid that Summer had injected into the boy had to be the strong hypnotics.

After I spaced out for a long while, I shut the wooden box. Summer turned out to be insane. I then looked toward the man in the bathroom again, and I suddenly found him to be so pitiful. He was a college student, and he had plenty of beautiful things that he had yet to experience. However, he was going to die here in my building. I suddenly thought, I could actually rescue him, right?

So long as I had made up my mind at that moment, while he was still breathing, undid the ropes that bound him, dragged him out of there, and instructed him not to call the police, then would everything not be alright? Even if he were to report it to the police after going out, it would not cause a big commotion as his life was not in danger. However, if Summer found out about everything, would she then target me and even find a way to have me take the place of this blond brat instead?

While I was hesitating, I heard light footsteps coming from outside. Because it was my hobby to peep, I was also very familiar with the sound of the footsteps that belonged to all six groups of my tenants. Such light footsteps, that sounded like leaves sweeping past, meant that Summer had returned! However, she would usually be out for at least an hour when she went for a jog. Why was she back in less than 40 minutes?

I panicked. I shut the box tight and pushed it under the bed, and then I froze in place. The room was not big. There was no place to hide at all! What should I do? If she learned that I had found out about her secret, would she use the same methods against me? Even though Summer's gentle and weak frame was no match for a strong and big man like me, I was still afraid and terrified of her for some reason.

I should first knock her out, I thought. I will plan for the next step after knocking her out.

Therefore, I picked up the stool next to me and hid behind the door. I hoped that after she walked through the door, I could strike her from behind.

However, the light footsteps walked past the door without stopping at all. My hands, which were shaking from nervousness, gradually stopped shaking.

Bang! Bang! Bang! There was a knock on the door upstairs.