My Sister Never Said She Was a Creepy Tale - Chapter 75

Yue Yiyue tied her shoulder-length hair into a small bun using a rubber band and then felt the texture of her clothes.

The bodyguard uniform was a black, slim-fit suit with good elasticity.

Yue Yiyue swung two punches into the air.

Not bad. The shirt inside stayed neatly tucked into the shirt stays and didn’t shift.

Yue Yiyue looked down at the earpiece laid out beside her.

She meticulously went over the plan in her mind.

Gu Nanqiu had already handled most of the matters.

All she needed to do was destroy that sculpture…

Three knocks sounded on the door. Yue Yiyue turned her head: “I’ll be ready soon.”

Gu Nanqiu’s voice outside the door was muffled and indistinct, seemingly saying she was leaving first.

Yue Yiyue reasonably guessed that when she opened the door, she would see the “Curator.”

She would even bet with herself: if she didn’t see the Curator when she opened the door, she would go find Gu Nanqiu and kiss her twice.

The mouth-to-mouth kind.

Opening the closet door, Yue Yiyue looked at the empty living room and instinctively glanced toward the window.

Standing silently by the large floor-to-ceiling window, the Curator was looking into the distance.

Around her neck was the scarf Yue Yiyue had knitted yesterday, perfectly matched with clothes in a suitable color scheme.

Her lips were also coated with a glossy lip product.

It was clear she really liked the scarf.

Yue Yiyue adopted an expression of understanding. It was exactly as she had thought.

“You seem a little unhappy seeing me?” The Curator’s hand tapped the marble tabletop intermittently while the other propped up her chin. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Yue Yiyue teasingly: “Do you think this scarf doesn’t suit me?”

“No, how could that be?” Yue Yiyue scratched her head. While she knew this person was Gu Nanqiu, her appearance was completely different: “It looks great. This trench coat paired with this scarf is very warm. What lip gloss are you wearing? I think this color would also suit Gu Nanqiu.”

Yue Yiyue didn’t think much when she said this; she just figured that since they were the same person, this way she was praising both of them.

She just didn’t understand why the Curator’s expression suddenly became a little unhappy.

After a moment of silence and careful consideration, Yue Yiyue quietly changed the subject: “You are my boss today.”

Yue Yiyue felt her pocket but didn’t find her phone. She could only adjust her earpiece: “Boss, you should have waited for me to pick you up, not come personally.”

“This doesn’t comply with the rules. Also, did Gu Nanqiu open the door for you?”

“And do you know where she went? I didn’t hear clearly just now.”

Yue Yiyue, who had taken the time to study the bodyguard manual, said this, while also asking about the concerns she had.

“The outfit fits well.” The Curator did not acknowledge Yue Yiyue’s words, taking a sip of the tea by her hand.

Fine, it seems the Curator isn’t interested in this topic. Yue Yiyue thought for a moment, trying to find another topic.

Her gaze fell on the slightly familiar cup. Wasn’t this the one she had picked up to pour her water yesterday?

Perhaps because she already knew that the Curator in front of her was Gu Nanqiu, Yue Yiyue didn’t feel too awkward. There was still some time before the banquet began.

She sat back on the sofa and pondered for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence: “What do you think that Mu Hongcai will be serving up today? A feast of deception?”

“What about Gu Nanqiu?”

“Will you two be in danger?”

Clack. The cup was placed heavily onto the marble tabletop.

Yue Yiyue’s heart jumped with the movement.

She looked at the Curator, bewildered.

“I can guarantee that Gu Nanqiu is very safe, perfectly safe.”

“Can we discuss something that isn’t about Gu Nanqiu now?”

“…” Yue Yiyue’s silence was a perfect answer to that question.

The Curator rose to her feet, her coat stirring up a gust of wind that made Yue Yiyue’s hair sway.

The Curator didn’t spare Yue Yiyue another glance: “Let’s go. Just as you said, you can come find me later.”

As the door closed, Yue Yiyue was still confused.

Aren’t they all her?

Could it be to make her believe they aren’t the same person?

That seems logical.

If it weren’t for a few excessive coincidences and the perfectly identical mole, Yue Yiyue would definitely be suspicious right now.

Gu Nanqiu’s acting is really good. I should learn from her.

Hmm, at least I need to act like a real bodyguard later.

Yue Yiyue took out her phone and sent a message to Gu Nanqiu, emphasizing that she must be careful, as that Mu Hongcai only wanted to possess her.

Then she sent a message to the Curator: “I’m sorry, Curator. I promise I will try not to mention her name in front of you and talk about other things with you instead.”

Yue Yiyue considerately didn’t type Gu Nanqiu’s name. She stood up and poured herself a cup of warm water.

Outside the window, traffic flowed, and the city was bustling and beautiful. Everything looked normal.

No one would imagine that the towering building was built upon the flesh and blood of ordinary people.

The exploited employees would sooner or later be cleared out for various reasons.

This place was already corrupted.

And the numb people inside were desperately trying to find a way to survive.

The phone casually tossed onto the bed lit up, emitting a crisp notification sound.

The text message was a brief line: In three days, Mu Hongcai will devour the Lust clone. At that time, the entire A City rule system will be perfected, and ordinary humans will become nourishment.

Yue Yiyue leaned back on the sofa, resting her legs on a chair. It was time to end this evil.

At 7:15 PM, Yue Yiyue walked into the banquet hall, holding the Curator’s hand.

This was a complex mansion, an architecture from the 1970s.

It was one of Ge Junchu’s properties.

The day after Yue Yiyue revealed the matter, Ge Junchu announced that she was gifting the property to Mu Hongcai, and it had been reported on television for several days.

However, Ge Junchu still couldn’t escape the predetermined death. At 3 PM that afternoon, a small-scale explosion occurred at her home, and her fate remained unknown.

Yue Yiyue lamented for a moment and then headed towards the security check area for bodyguards.

“You’re a bodyguard? You look like a young pretty boy.” The checking employee whistled at Yue Yiyue: “Hey, interested in grabbing a drink later?”

Yue Yiyue, whose face was largely obscured by sunglasses, shook her head, forcing a bitter smile: “Work. The boss hates employees who smell of alcohol.”

“Oh, you’re unlucky then. The ones over there are all planning to go out for a drink later.” She smiled: “If they’re lucky enough to make it out alive.”

The detector scanned Yue Yiyue’s limbs. When it passed over her watch, it let out a faint beeping sound.

Yue Yiyue raised her hand, openly letting the person look at the watch on her wrist.

“Looks nice.” The checking employee saw Yue Yiyue’s watch. A strange emotion flashed in her eyes. She then took a step back and gestured for Yue Yiyue to proceed: “May the goddess of luck favor you and me.”

She murmured softly: “Lead us out of this hopeless predicament.”

The Curator was waiting for her ahead. Yue Yiyue hurried over and saw the name tag on her chest. As she expected, it only had the character.

“Curator Qiu, one last confirmation—”

“She will be very safe,” Curator Qiu answered without lifting her head.

“No.” Yue Yiyue waited for Qiu to finish before speaking: “Can you guarantee that you will be safe when I leave?”

“Given your physical condition…”

Yue Yiyue lowered her voice, leaning closer to Qiu’s ear to whisper her concern: “Will there be other bodyguards?”

Qiu looked up at Yue Yiyue, still looking utterly innocent, especially when she stared at Yue Yiyue with intense focus.

It was as if she was loved by Yue Yiyue, and her entire being was dedicated solely to her.

And the words she spoke were like honey that could drown her, expressing concern for her well-being.

Qiu decided not to dwell on the fact that Yue Yiyue thought about Gu Nanqiu every moment they were together.

Besides, she and Gu Nanqiu were one and the same.

Be generous. It’s better for both of them.

The stern look on her face slightly eased. Qiu, who had been silent throughout the journey, finally spoke: “I have arranged for other people, and someone will meet you.”

“You only need to do what I have arranged. Don’t worry about anything else.”

With no one nearby, Qiu tugged at the tie on Yue Yiyue’s chest, pulling her closer.

Her honey-colored lips brushed past the collar, leaving a faint mark.

Qiu took a step back, looking at Yue Yiyue with a mischievous smile: “There, now no one will invite you to a bar.”

“At least not right now.”

This banquet was genuinely luxurious.

Yue Yiyue kept her head down, covering most of her face. Her hair just barely concealed the slightly flushed tips of her ears.

The surrounding chatter occasionally drifted into Yue Yiyue’s ears, filling her with gossip.

Some said that Qiu had finally found a suitable replacement and even allowed her to stay by her side—this little bodyguard was truly lucky.

Others commented that Curator Qiu had shown great deference to Mu Hongcai by attending in person. They knew she wasn’t in good health and usually just stayed in the sculpture museum, chipping away at her art.

Someone whispered that they might be getting married since Qiu looked so much like Mu Hongcai’s artwork. Perhaps the two of them were intimately involved…

Yue Yiyue was witnessing the creation of rumors firsthand.

She turned to look at Curator Qiu.

“Don’t listen to them. That copycat Mu Hongcai started copying me when I began making sculptures.”

“I opened a sculpture museum, so she did too.”

“Having someone you love is like carving the most perfect masterpiece.” Qiu smiled scornfully, her eyes filled with disdain for Mu Hongcai.

She resented the idea that her name was being associated with such things.

“Even if she carves a thousand, ten thousand times, she will never carve the image of the muse goddess in her heart.”

“A monster who merely imitates human emotion and only sees profit in her eyes is absolutely incapable of carving it.”

Yue Yiyue recalled the sculpture she had seen, whose eyes were left uncarved.

And the sculpture she had inadvertently seen in Curator Qiu’s room, which was almost identical to herself—so much so that she could even see the faint veins beneath the skin.

Curator Qiu certainly had the confidence to say such things. Yue Yiyue stood beside her and nodded in agreement.

But Yue Yiyue felt something was wrong again.

The sculpture’s appearance was clearly the same as Gu Nanqiu’s.

And yet, she heard their gossip suggesting it was the same as Curator Qiu.

Could it be that someone had tampered with things, making the “Qiu” she saw different from the one others saw?

The sound of footsteps interrupted Yue Yiyue’s thoughts.

Mu Hongcai, wearing sharp high heels and bright red lipstick, entered the center of the crowd in a crisp white suit.

All the spotlights in the room converged on her. At this moment, she was the sole focus.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby announce a method that will bring A City’s economy to its peak, ensuring its continued stability in the international arena.”

She scanned the audience below with a look of fervor: “In three days, our true God will implement the 12-9-6 work schedule. Those who fail to meet performance standards will be demoted, and eventually, those who are deemed useless will serve as nourishment to nurture new life. Simultaneously, we will capture new labor from other regions—”