Chapter 6: Embedded Within the Wall

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Uncle Ge’s Lanna leather carvings are quite famous in Gua County. Although his shop is on the outskirts of the county seat, in recent years, as more tourists have come to check in, the reputation of Lanna leather carving has gradually gained momentum online.

Lanna is Uncle Ge’s wife.

It is said that the most beautiful scenery along the entire Hexi Corridor is concentrated in the Qilian Mountains, and the entire territory of Sunan, traversed by the Silk Road, has long been a contested land among nomadic tribes throughout history, most notably the Uighurs.

The Yugur people are direct descendants of the Uighurs, and Lanna is a Yugur girl.

Uncle Ge is a genuine native of Northwest China, with ancestral roots in the region going back several generations. When he was young, he fell in love at first sight with Lanna, the Yugur girl. In an era dominated by arranged marriages, their love was truly a rebellion against all worldly conventions.

Although Uncle Ge’s formal education was limited, he made up for it with diligence and a willingness to learn. After marrying Lanna, he learned the traditional Yugur leather carving craft and opened his leather carving shop early on.

A piece of raw cowhide is processed into fragrant leather, dyed, painted, and carved into various decorative patterns.

In earlier years, there were many artisans working in leather carving, but with young people leaving to work elsewhere and the difficulty of making a living through traditional crafts, the number of people surviving on leather carving dwindled.

But Uncle Ge was stubborn—typical of the tough spirit of Northwest China—and he managed to pass down this craft. Not only did he refine the leather carving techniques, but he also innovated by incorporating contemporary popular elements.

It’s not to say the leather carving shop was highly profitable, but Uncle Ge’s craftsmanship and willingness to help others earned him a good reputation. Next to the Lanna leather carving shop, there was also the Lanna embroidery workshop, featuring embroidery dominated by floral and fauna motifs, sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and geometric patterns—vivid, colorful, and rich with ethnic characteristics.

Lanna was highly skilled in embroidery but passed away from illness later. Uncle Ge then brought over Lanna’s family to help manage the shop together.

Thus, Uncle Ge’s entire family—parents, elder brothers, children, and relatives—more than a dozen people in total, were all killed in a single night.

Outside the county seat, the roads became rough. Road construction had been delayed by sandstorms, and the vehicle jolted all the way.

Liu, the team leader, drove the police car in front. He trusted Xing Lin. If Uncle Ge had a good reputation locally, Xing Lin carried even more weight in Gua County.

Xing Lin drove his own vehicle—a black modified off-road—ideal for traversing sandy terrain.

But the driver was Zhou Bie. When he learned Xing Lin was heading to the crime scene, he didn’t hesitate to jump into the car. His expression was grave, and though he said little, his resolve was firm.

Qiao Ruyi also squeezed into the back seat. Xing Lin leaned against the car door to glance inside. His tall figure cast a shadow, and the back seat was engulfed in darkness, making Qiao Ruyi appear delicate and almost vanishing.

“I need to stay close to you. It’s safer,” she said, unfazed by the slight furrow in Xing Lin’s brow, reclining against the back seat.

Perhaps because Xing Lin’s mind was preoccupied with Uncle Ge’s case, he didn’t ask her to get off.

Qiao Ruyi thought Xing Lin would sit in the front passenger seat, but unexpectedly, he also sat in the back. Once the door closed, the pressure in the confined space intensified.

It came from beside her.

The back seat of the SUV was quite spacious—or so Qiao Ruyi thought when she first got in—but with Xing Lin beside her, the space shrank significantly.

He was broad-shouldered and tall; reclining in the back seat, he occupied most of the area. His long legs pressed against the front seat in an uncomfortable posture, spreading slightly to the sides, with his left leg nearly touching Qiao Ruyi’s leg.

The man’s long legs were muscular, the fabric of his pants stretched taut over toned muscles, contrasting starkly with the soft, delicate curves of the woman beside him.

Qiao Ruyi felt her mouth dry.

Perhaps it was his breath—strong, cold, and carrying a wild, irresistible masculine magnetism. Or perhaps it was his physical presence—they were so close that even sitting upright, she could barely reach his shoulder.

Zhou Bie followed Liu’s car ahead. Although he was brash and bold, his driving was steady. Seeing Xing Lin in the back seat, he remarked, “You really treat me like a chauffeur.”

Xing Lin shifted slightly, resting his head back. “Tired. I’ll nap a bit.”

Hearing this, Zhou Bie fell silent, turning his attention to Qiao Ruyi. “You’re young but brave. You dare go to the crime scene?”

Qiao Ruyi was wide awake. With Xing Lin beside her, every breath she took mingled with his scent, stirring her feelings.

She answered, “I’m more afraid of the black sandstorm.”

Zhou Bie grunted in agreement and said no more, perhaps burdened by his own concerns.

The car continued westward, jolting harshly whenever the road worsened.

Xing Lin closed his eyes. Qiao Ruyi couldn’t tell if he was sleeping. He leaned back lazily, and when the car jolted, his leg would occasionally brush against hers.

Just a slight touch, but she could feel the firmness of his muscles.

Qiao Ruyi’s gaze drifted to his hand.

Beautiful hands always withstand close scrutiny—elegant yet full of strength, every knuckle like a carefully carved work of art.

Yet, in that pair of hands, Qiao Ruyi saw killing intent.

The most exquisite hands, capable of the cruelest deeds.

Her eyes traced upward along his arm, only to collide with his gaze.

She didn’t know when he had opened his eyes or how long he had been looking at her.

But he spoke first. “What are you looking at?”

Qiao Ruyi felt no embarrassment. Her gaze was steady as she smiled, “You’re handsome. I like to look. What’s wrong with that?”

Xing Lin stared at her without speaking, his lips pressing tightly together.

Did he not like compliments?

Qiao Ruyi, as if discovering a new world, leaned in slightly. “Don’t you like it when someone tells you you’re handsome?”

Perhaps Xing Lin hadn’t expected her to get so close. His body stiffened, but seeing her smiling eyes, he felt a mix of shyness and mock annoyance. He frowned, “Boring.”

Then he closed his eyes again, ignoring her.

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Qiao Ruyi found teasing him quite amusing, especially since he didn’t like being complimented.

Zhou Bie glanced in the rearview mirror and said, “This is the first time I’ve seen my brother get speechless after being put in his place by a beautiful woman.”

“What was it like before?” Qiao Ruyi asked curiously.

Zhou Bie held the steering wheel steadily. “Girls of all ages liked my brother, but after one round of his cold and cutting remarks, no one dared come near.”

“Shut up,” Xing Lin warned without opening his eyes.

Zhou Bie smiled faintly, choosing not to expose his brother’s weaknesses.

Qiao Ruyi could easily imagine the scene. Xing Lin was the embodiment of cold detachment.

The car fell silent again. The road ahead improved, but the wind and sand began swirling, scraping the vehicle and glass with a harsh sound.

After a long moment, Xing Lin spoke. “You’re afraid of the black sandstorm but not afraid of me?”

Qiao Ruyi was lost in thoughts about the crime scene and didn’t react immediately. Turning to look at him, she found him staring at her.

She pondered. “Why would I be afraid of you?”

His gaze sharpened. “What if I’m the killer?”

Qiao Ruyi raised an eyebrow. “You’re only a suspect for now. Wait until the evidence is conclusive.”

“Wait for what?”

She smiled. “Wait to see if I’m afraid of you.”

Xing Lin was taken aback.

Hearing this, Zhou Bie laughed. “Ruyi, you’re hilarious.”

No other girl would have such a nonsensical response.

Xing Lin didn’t smile. His brow remained stern. “Don’t you guard yourself against strangers? Trust people so easily?”

Qiao Ruyi teased, “Do you count as a stranger?”

He neither confirmed nor denied, lips tightly pressed.

Qiao Ruyi added lightly, “After last night, you can’t really be a stranger anymore.”

Zhou Bie’s ears perked up. “After last night? What do you mean?”

Xing Lin didn’t explain, only stared at Qiao Ruyi.

She said casually, “Boss Xing let me stay the night. With that favor, you’re not a stranger anymore.”

Suddenly, the car slammed on the brakes!

Qiao Ruyi lost balance and lunged forward, but a large hand pulled her back just in time. Overhead, Xing Lin snapped, “If you can’t drive, get out!”

Zhou Bie wasn’t offended but turned to gossip, “Brother, did you two share a bed?”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Xing Lin frowned.

Qiao Ruyi cleared her throat. “Well, we’re under the same roof.”

Zhou Bie said, “He’s never let any woman stay overnight in his café.”

Qiao Ruyi thought that was probably true.

Looking up at Xing Lin, she realized how close they’d become. In the rush, he had pulled her into his arms, and with Zhou Bie’s interruption, Xing Lin still held her.

When he glanced down at her, he seemed a bit embarrassed. He loosened his grip and first scolded Zhou Bie to drive on, then softly asked her, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Qiao Ruyi found his question amusing.

Logically, his posture should have embarrassed him, but instead of apologizing, he asked if she was all right.

Xing Lin moved slightly away, but they remained close.

After a long while, he said, “This season isn’t suitable for wearing a qipao. After we leave Uncle Ge’s, I’ll take you to buy a new one.”

Qiao Ruyi didn’t expect that and was momentarily stunned. “Okay.”

His words were straightforward and sincere.

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Uncle Ge’s house wasn’t far from the Lanna leather carving shop. It was a self-built home with two backyards; the elders lived in the rear courtyard. Neighbors lived nearby, and they usually got along well. This was also why neighbors “confronted” Xing Lin after Uncle Ge’s incident.

Just as Liu and Xing Lin’s group arrived, three vans pulled up behind. Neighbors got out of their cars; the case involved a wide circle.

Among those who witnessed the scene was a couple surnamed Wang—honest and straightforward. Standing outside the small yard, they hurried to greet the arriving group.

The Wangs were Uncle Ge’s closest neighbors and the first to discover the massacre.

Before arriving, Xing Lin had already learned the details from Liu.

Last night, a black sandstorm swept through, unsettling everyone. People closed their doors early, and with the power outage, most went to bed early.

But Old Wang’s daughter couldn’t sleep. She lay by the window watching the sandstorm. From her room, she had a clear view of Uncle Ge’s courtyard.

Amid the swirling sand, she saw a figure enter the yard. The person stood in the center for a long time, then went inside. Later, she heard Uncle Ge’s screams—chilling enough to make her cover her ears and hide under the blanket.

The next day, she told her parents. The Wangs became increasingly uneasy and hurried to Uncle Ge’s house.

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They knocked but got no answer, which heightened their fear. After all, Uncle Ge’s family was large, and not a single person responded. It was hard to believe all had failed to hear the knocking.

So they mustered courage and broke in.

What they saw left them shaken for life—hair-raising and unforgettable.

From the main hall to the bedrooms, bodies lay scattered in disarray.

Dead bodies.

But the manner of death was bizarre.

They were embedded into the walls!

Some were struggling, some fleeing, some crawling or falling—each face frozen in terror as if trying to escape some danger, yet all trapped within the walls.

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