My Sister Never Said She Was a Creepy Tale - Chapter 89

Yue Yiyue hovered her finger over the forward button, looking at Gu Nanqiu’s profile picture, but ultimately chose to cancel.

It wasn’t too late. Yue Yiyue reviewed the study points from the day and took a shower.

Before returning to her room, Yue Yiyue looked at Gu Nanqiu’s tightly closed door, wanting to go in and find her, but afraid Gu Nanqiu was genuinely tired and catching up on sleep.

She stood quietly by the door for a while; there was no movement inside. Yue Yiyue turned and went back to her own room.

Lying on the bed, Yue Yiyue began writing her film review, posting her thoughts on a professional platform.

She also looked through some content material online.

New notifications popped up in the background. Yue Yiyue saw her review being liked and supported by many people.

Some people also commented on her review.

After briefly scrolling through some messages, she noticed someone advising Yue Yiyue to share the long review on her main page, which would give her a chance to enter a lottery.

A few comments also hoped Yue Yiyue would analyze what the police officer would do next: Would she carry the killer’s memory forward and start a new relationship?

Or would she forever mourn the past?

This was probably caused by the alternative ending Yue Yiyue had speculated about.

Yue Yiyue sat up on the bed, thinking for a moment.

The story was told from the police officer’s perspective, and many decorations in her house were related to the killer…

The police officer often prepared two of everything in her life. In a way, did the police officer also harbor a distorted love for the killer?

She didn’t know why, but the word “distorted” suddenly popped into Yue Yiyue’s head.

She mentally put herself and Gu Nanqiu into the characters’ roles.

If Gu Nanqiu were the police officer, she would most likely carry that memory and continue living well, perhaps with a new lover…

No, Yue Yiyue felt this was illogical.

If she were the police officer, she would definitely choose to carry out her duties and then commit suicide on the anniversary of the killer’s death.

The police officer lost both parents at a young age and grew up with her aunt, with whom she had little emotional closeness.

Only the killer was different.

Yue Yiyue recalled that there was a bottle of medicine in the police officer’s house, which she took a few times…

After a long internal struggle, Yue Yiyue finally posted her final analysis.

This sparked a new wave of discussion.

But Yue Yiyue wasn’t interested in watching.

Her right eyelid twitched. She had a persistent feeling that Gu Nanqiu was truly hiding something unspeakable.

What could she be hiding?

For example, that Curator Qiu actually killed Mu Hongcai?

Mu Hongcai was a monster, and she had killed several monsters herself; that was fine.

Is she deceiving me that they were lovers before?

No, whether Gu Nanqiu has those memories is questionable. Most likely, there’s a mutual attraction between them.

It was just that the other ‘Qius’ might have partial memories.

It was a pity that she couldn’t unlock new memories through contact with them.

Furthermore, the other ‘Qius’ didn’t have much contact with Gu Nanqiu.

Yue Yiyue tapped her finger on her phone screen, her eyes falling on Wild Qiu’s (野秋) WeChat name.

Their last conversation was when she offered cookies, and Wild Qiu drove over to pick them up.

Their memories didn’t seem to be interconnected. Yue Yiyue thought for a moment.

“Did you watch the movie Remaining Sin?”

“Yes, I did. What is it? I’m busy. Call if it’s urgent.”

Yue Yiyue immediately started a video call.

Wild Qiu’s figure quickly appeared on the screen, wearing a black tight-fitting sweater. Her fingertip seemed to be holding something, which she pressed down on a side table the moment the call connected, making it impossible to see.

Her sleeve was partially rolled up, revealing her forearm. The fair skin showed bluish veins, giving her a bizarre pallor.

Looking up, her long, dark, slightly curled hair was spread behind her. She leaned lazily on the sofa with one leg crossed, a light brown drink with ice cubes next to her, and some snacks scattered on the table: “Yes?”

“Nothing much.” Yue Yiyue watched Wild Qiu lean over to pick up the liquor nearby, taking a small sip while flipping through something that wasn’t clearly visible: “I just thought the movie was good, and I wanted to ask if you’d seen it.”

“Then you have your answer now.” Wild Qiu put the book aside, her gentle gaze settling on the screen: “The ending of that movie should be the kind you like.”

“Sort of,” Yue Yiyue said honestly. She lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling: “I wrote my film review, but I still feel like something is empty.”

“I haven’t been to the cinema much, and this is the first time I’ve seen this kind of film. It was quite shocking for me.”

“This director is very talented, and the visual language is excellent.” Yue Yiyue shared what she had just learned with Wild Qiu. She tilted her head toward the camera, and for a moment, Wild Qiu perfectly overlapped with Gu Nanqiu.

Wild Qiu… Gu Nanqiu…

Yue Yiyue inwardly savored the two names: “Do you think there’s a possibility that the police officer commits suicide?”

“She will,” Wild Qiu confirmed.

She answered so quickly that it was Yue Yiyue’s turn to be confused: “The way you say that makes it sound like you’ve read the original script.”

“Why shouldn’t I have?” Wild Qiu countered.

This counter-question stunned Yue Yiyue: “The script can’t possibly be written by you, right?”

“Why couldn’t it be me who wrote it?”

Ten minutes later, Yue Yiyue understood that the movie was invested in by Zhou Qingyi’s sister’s company, Zhou Qingying, and Wild Qiu was responsible for the script.

“That part was originally intended to be filmed, but it was deleted due to various reasons,” Wild Qiu smiled, looking at Yue Yiyue contained in the small screen: “Are you satisfied with this ending?”

“It’s a bit of a pity,” Yue Yiyue thought: “However, I think stopping at that scene is also quite good; at least it leaves room for imagination.”

At least the ambiguity left many opportunities for creation in some fans’ fanfiction.

“Thank you for being willing to talk about this with me.” Yue Yiyue checked the time. It was almost time for her to sleep. She rolled over: “When are you going to sleep?”

“I’ll sleep after you do,” Wild Qiu got up and dimmed the light slightly: “The cookies you sent last time were delicious, thank you.”

“The scarf is good too, but I don’t really like wearing this brand,” Wild Qiu said, a little troubled: “After all, I think it’s not good for you, a student, to buy something at that price. Maybe in your free time, you could just make me some small knitted items.”

“Really?” Yue Yiyue rolled over and faced the camera: “But I chose that scarf for a very, very long time. I thought it suited you perfectly, that’s why I bought it.”

Knowing the person was the same as Gu Nanqiu, Yue Yiyue seemed to have gained an extra measure of courage. Before, she wouldn’t have dared to talk to Wild Qiu like this.

“Sister Wild Qiu, do you really dislike it?”

“I like it. I said the scarf is good,” Wild Qiu laughed: “Since your trip to A City, you seem a little different from before, but I really like it.”

The two of them chatted softly for a few more moments.

The call finally ended.

Yue Yiyue looked at the nearly hour-long call duration and lay back down on the bed.

Maybe having different Gu Nanqius wasn’t such a bad thing.

They had differences, but also similarities.

For example, the way Wild Qiu was drinking just now was the same as Gu Nanqiu’s usual posture.

And the way she looked at her.

And the question remained: What was the main body?

Her brain was too active. Yue Yiyue couldn’t fall asleep no matter how she tossed and turned.

Time rolled past until it was two o’clock.

Fortunately, she could rest during the day.

Watching the time on her phone jump to 2:23 AM, Yue Yiyue couldn’t stand it anymore.

She put on a jacket and quietly made her way to Gu Nanqiu’s door.

She peeked inside. Under the coral fleece blanket they had tidied up together was Gu Nanqiu’s somewhat thin figure.

She was facing away from Yue Yiyue, lying near the edge of the bed, seemingly sound asleep.

Yue Yiyue placed her phone next to Gu Nanqiu’s.

She lifted a corner of the blanket and quietly slipped in.

In the dark, Gu Nanqiu opened her eyes and reached out toward Yue Yiyue. Her voice was slightly hoarse from just waking up: “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

“My mind is too excited.” As soon as she was close to Gu Nanqiu, Yue Yiyue felt drowsy. She yawned, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes: “I feel safe next to you.”

Gu Nanqiu pulled her into her arms, not speaking, just gently patting Yue Yiyue’s back, like soothing a child.

She slept soundly without any dreams.

No one mentioned the incident afterward. Yue Yiyue only pondered in the intervals between writing her exam papers: Did Gu Nanqiu perhaps empathize with the killer’s perspective?

Finals week ended. Yue Yiyue and Gu Nanqiu lay on the sofa.

Enjoying the beginning of the holiday.

They tacitly avoided asking each other how their exams went.

They just lay there.

Looking at the ceiling, Yue Yiyue turned her head and smiled softly at Gu Nanqiu: “What should we eat tonight?”

“I’m too lazy to cook. Let’s eat out,” Gu Nanqiu thought for a moment: “Let’s go to the place downstairs. No long trips.”

“And on the way back, let’s buy some books or some snacks you like to eat,” Gu Nanqiu pondered: “We can watch another movie tomorrow.”

“There’s another good movie coming out.”

“Then let’s buy an early ticket.” Yue Yiyue didn’t think much of it: “Afterward, we’ll go ride the Ferris wheel together.”

“But we could also go to the nearby amusement park.” Yue Yiyue had memories of going to the amusement park. If Gu Nanqiu wanted to, going together could yield some photos to fill the frames on the wall.

“Speaking of which, there’s also a student street that’s a bit far. We’ve never been. We could go treasure hunting there too.”

“Nanqiu, during this holiday, shall we properly explore this city when we have time?”

After that suggestion, Gu Nanqiu genuinely began to explore the city. In the mornings, if the weather wasn’t too cold, they would draw lots to choose a place to visit.

Their apartment gradually accumulated small items.

During this time, Yue Yiyue tried to sneak out to rewatch the controversial movie, but Gu Nanqiu caught her.

Finally, Gu Nanqiu offered to accompany Yue Yiyue for the second viewing and actively shared her own opinion on the ending.

After some discussion, Yue Yiyue couldn’t understand Gu Nanqiu’s insistence that the police officer absolutely must live a long life.

Is that right?

It is right.

Anyway, the movie left ambiguity. She couldn’t very well tell Gu Nanqiu she had contacted the screenwriter, and the police officer was meant to commit suicide.

That would be awkward.

While writing her second viewing review, Yue Yiyue handed the newly released movie list to Gu Nanqiu.

This was Yue Yiyue’s new hobby recently. She had caught up on many films and learned about many actors during this period.

The two would occasionally bicker over differences in opinion about the movie plots, but by nightfall, they would always compromise.

During this time, Yue Yiyue also met a netizen.

The person worked in the entertainment industry—the same person who wrote the review about ‘evil turning away from evil.’ She often suitably recommended films to Yue Yiyue and communicated about movies when she had free time.

The holiday time was leisurely, free of strange Bizarre Tales or chaotic rules. Aside from playing and watching movies, Yue Yiyue was counting the days until her mother arrived for the New Year.