My Sister Never Said She Was a Creepy Tale - Chapter 88

Zhou Qingyi’s completely normal demeanor almost made Yue Yiyue think the person she met in A City wasn’t him.

The people around them, seeing Zhou Qingyi actually greet someone, looked over curiously, apparently wondering which person in this huge C City was worthy of being called “friend” by Zhou Qingyi.

The stares were not particularly friendly. Yue Yiyue subtly turned her body, blocking their somewhat vacant gaze from falling on Gu Nanqiu.

“Young CEO Zhou, you’re too kind. We’ve already paid the bill, so there’s no need to trouble you,” Yue Yiyue said calmly, politely declining Zhou Qingyi’s move, whatever its purpose was.

The surrounding people gasped. No way, she actually rejected Zhou Qingyi just like that? And judging by her indifferent tone, she didn’t seem particularly close to him.

The beautiful woman behind her looked the same way.

Could it be that the two of them…

Before they could finish their thoughts, they heard Zhou Qingyi say in an almost gentle voice: “Well then, if there’s a chance, let me treat you to dinner separately. Thank you so much for what happened back in A City. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know if I would have been able to return here alive and well.”

The people nearby instantly fell silent.

The music in the café played on softly, and the clinking of knives and forks against porcelain was crisp.

“It was nothing,” Yue Yiyue didn’t want to bring up those events.

Especially not in front of so many people who seemed to have never experienced that kind of chaos.

She simply speculated wildly about Zhou Qingyi’s motives for doing all this.

He didn’t seem as out of control as he had in A City, but Yue Yiyue felt a strange, inexplicable dark aura around this Zhou Qingyi.

“Alright then, I won’t disturb you two,” Zhou Qingyi walked inside, hands in his pockets.

Gu Nanqiu poked her head around Yue Yiyue, biting her fork: “He doesn’t look like he’s up to anything good.”

Yue Yiyue nodded in agreement: “I think so too.”

But she needed to find a way to contact his sister.

Hmm, but their circles are different; it would be hard to force her way in.

Yue Yiyue poked the food on her plate: “Do you know that Zhou Qingyi has an older sister?”

“I might need to contact her later.”

Zhou Qingyi’s original plot had changed, putting him on the opposite side of the protagonist, all because of Gu Ye.

Gu Ye saved Zhou Qingyi, which led to their encounter in A City, and then she figured out the relationship between Gu Nanqiu and the other ‘Qius’… well.

She had also accepted it without much fuss. That works too.

In a way, she needed to thank Zhou Qingyi.

Yue Yiyue watched Zhou Qingyi walk away, missing the momentary chill in Gu Nanqiu’s eyes.

A light tapping sound brought Yue Yiyue’s focus back: “Why are you looking for her?”

Gu Nanqiu carelessly copied Yue Yiyue’s action of poking the food on the plate: “Is there anything about his sister that concerns you?”

“His sister is a very impressive CEO.”

This character had little presence in the original novel. She read a few spoilers in the comment section that this sister later helped Gu Nanqiu in a certain dungeon.

There were also many fan creations about these two, which Yue Yiyue had blocked and never read.

She sat there wracking her brains, finally managing to squeeze out: “Zhou Qingyi might move against his sister.”

The current real head of the Zhou family was his sister.

And he had traded with Greed.

If she told Gu Nanqiu that Zhou Qingyi’s transaction was purely for Gu Nanqiu’s sake, Yue Yiyue would sound like she was lying to an idiot.

Their friendship would never go that far, so it could only be about profit.

The Zhou Group could be considered the biggest entertainment company, along with some other miscellaneous businesses. Yue Yiyue didn’t know much, but she knew the Zhou Group had a lot of money.

It was reasonable for him, as the second child, to be unhappy about being called “Young CEO Zhou.”

“His sister is the CEO of the Zhou Group. Ordinary people like me usually can’t meet her,” Yue Yiyue took a sip of her drink: “And even if I did, she might not believe me.”

At this point, Yue Yiyue was a little worried: “Forget it, Nanqiu. Just pretend I was talking nonsense.”

She could only figure out how to handle this matter secretly later.

Maybe see if she could connect through the forensic doctor.

With that, Yue Yiyue mentally decided her next step: “Eat up. The food is getting cold. The movie is about to start.”

The movie was quite exciting. For Yue Yiyue, it was a relaxing experience, sinking into the soft cinema seat and looking up at the screen.

It was a suspenseful crime film about a police officer whose childhood friend disappeared twelve years ago. She then received a letter from her friend saying she had been kidnapped by a serial killer.

What followed was the officer crossing seven provinces to capture a twisted serial killer.

The scene went from bright to gradually dark, and the music changed from the initial soothing songs to tense pure music.

The killer looked at the police officer and delivered her final monologue: “This has been a beautiful game. I declare you win, just like playing house when we were kids.”

The mask was unveiled, revealing the face of the childhood friend the police officer had been searching for.

Torrential rain heavily beat against the outer wall, and the strong wind rustled the trees. The friend spoke, her lips forming the words: “See you in the next life—”

The screen went dark. Photos of the police officer and her friend playing in the past flashed one by one, accompanied by the music.

The very last line was small: I’m sorry, I love you, with a powerful, neat handwriting next to it that said: Me too.

Seeing this, Yue Yiyue quietly wiped away her tears.

The two had been led to completely different outcomes due to their different upbringings and positions.

What was the killer thinking as she watched the police officer search for her whereabouts?

Did the killer finally know that the police officer also loved her?

But the killer had to die. She killed so many people…

“Yiyue.” A soft, damp towel was placed on her hand, which was distinctly jointed. It wasn’t cold, but not particularly warm either.

Yue Yiyue took it, feeling a bit embarrassed: “It was beautiful, especially the end.”

“Was it?” Gu Nanqiu pondered: “It was just so-so. I’m not satisfied with the ending. If they loved each other, why did the killer intentionally expose herself and choose death?”

Yue Yiyue recalled carefully: “You mean the part where the killer sneaked into the police officer’s home and then inexplicably exposed herself?”

The piece of paper the killer was holding must have been the one at the end that the police officer wrote ‘Me too’ on, expressing her love.

“Because she already had lives on her hands, and deceiving her future partner like that isn’t right,” Yue Yiyue stated her opinion.

Furthermore, a crucial point in the escalating plot was that whenever the case hit a bottleneck, the police officer would take out her friend’s photo and look at it repeatedly.

Yue Yiyue felt that at that moment, the police officer already knew who the perpetrator was, and looking at the photo was just recalling her friend’s habits to form a new judgment.

“I think this ending is the best outcome for them,” Yue Yiyue walked out with the crowd, holding Gu Nanqiu’s hand: “Besides, they were already on two different paths.”

“A twisted serial killer would eventually kill her lover herself because her possessiveness isn’t satisfied, wouldn’t she?” The movie didn’t mention this, but Yue Yiyue inexplicably felt that if they had stayed together, as Gu Nanqiu wished, this was the only possible ending.

The killer’s parents were twisted, and she grew up in a distorted emotional environment, completely ignorant of love.

Her later murders were all for her own pleasure, so such an outcome seemed very normal.

Hearing Yue Yiyue’s answer, Gu Nanqiu paused her steps for a moment. She looked meaningfully at Yue Yiyue: “Is that so? That’s quite awful then.”

“But I don’t think it would necessarily lead to that ending. After all, if the killer hadn’t deliberately exposed herself, the police officer wouldn’t have known. What if the killer felt loved and stopped killing?”

“From the moment the killer casually murdered the first male classmate, their paths were destined to diverge. She already has many lives on her hands. She wasn’t forced to kill,” Yue Yiyue wanted to analyze further, but Gu Nanqiu suddenly sped up.

“Alright, let’s stop discussing this. Yiyue, let’s not talk about this movie anymore. Let’s get ready to go back,” Gu Nanqiu waited for Yue Yiyue to finish her sentence, then squeezed Yue Yiyue’s hand, signaling the end of the topic.

“Okay.” Yue Yiyue reluctantly closed her mouth, mentally reviewing the movie details.

She’d better write a review when she got back!

Then she remembered: “Nanqiu, aren’t we going on the Ferris wheel?”

“I’m too tired. I want to go back and rest,” Gu Nanqiu glanced at Yue Yiyue: “This type of movie isn’t nice. We won’t watch this kind again.”

Gu Nanqiu must be unhappy, right?

Even though Yue Yiyue was a bit slow, she sensed Gu Nanqiu’s displeasure.

She seemed to genuinely dislike the movie’s ending.

This created a strange sense of disconnection for Yue Yiyue.

Perhaps it was because Gu Nanqiu was a staunch advocate of Happy Endings (HE).

But honestly, this story didn’t have the possibility of an HE. Yue Yiyue mentally flipped through the details, thinking she would rewatch it later.

Gu Nanqiu probably wouldn’t accompany her again. She would come back by herself next time.

After returning home, Gu Nanqiu went straight into her room.

Yue Yiyue tried to persuade her to sit in the living room for a while, only to hear Gu Nanqiu reply that she needed to study.

Fine.

The exams were coming up, so studying made sense.

Looking at the closed door, Yue Yiyue opened her phone and checked the online controversy surrounding the film.

Some netizens also lamented the tragic emotional line, but most were focused on the plot discussion.

They discussed the police officer’s impressive analytical skills and keen observation of details.

They discussed the killer’s several near-misses with the officer, her counter-surveillance skills, and her practiced methods of committing crimes.

Both actors performed as steadily as in previous years, and the film had high hopes of winning awards.

There were a few negative reviews, mostly saying the killer seemed to suffer a sudden drop in intelligence at the end, giving the feeling that the Bad Ending (BE) was forced.

Someone joked that while some people lost their lives, the killer also lost her life and her love.

The comment section was blasting this person for letting their moral values follow physical appearance.

Yue Yiyue exited the discussion thread and looked at a recently published long review.

One comment inside analyzed the plot and the relationship separately, articulating the points well.

Especially regarding why the killer chose to intentionally expose herself in the end, a large part was due to an unspoken understanding between the killer and the police officer.

It also added the detail that when the killer and the police officer played games in the past, the killer was always the one who voluntarily conceded defeat.

What touched Yue Yiyue the most was the last sentence of the film review: The killer represents extreme evil, while the police officer represents good. The director did not choose to let good reform evil but chose to let evil give up its evil.