Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Afternoon light slanted in through the high window, dust motes floating in the beams, drifting in fine, scattered particles. In the corner, several military-green equipment cases remained open, their black protective gear partially exposed, like segments of silent shadows.

Shi Luyu stood there, holding the badge in her hand, feeling her blood running cold.

She was only holding a small piece of metal, but it felt like she was pressing a red-hot, cold iron against her palm. Her breathing became labored, and her fingertips began to go numb.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead, and I couldn't move them for a long time.

A few seconds later, she finally raised her hand to hold onto the equipment rack next to her, her knees slowly buckled, and she slowly squatted down.

The metal badge was still in her hand.

She dared not let go, nor dared she look. Yet, she couldn't take her eyes off it no matter what.

Something suddenly exploded in my mind, and the images from that stormy night surged back without warning.

She had just arrived in Taimai at that time. She was filled with longing for the tropical scenery of Southeast Asia and also had bright hopes for university life.

She was in a good mood and went to visit the Buddhist temple halfway up the mountain by herself. The mountain path was damp and shrouded in mist, and the golden roof of the pagoda gleamed with a warm, dull light in the clouds. She still remembered how beautiful the sound of the copper bells on the eaves was that day.

She took a picture by the lotus pond.

But later, everything was ruined.

The rain suddenly intensified.

Night fell quickly, and the eternal lamps in front of the Buddha hall swayed in the rain. Well-trained men in black committed murder before the Buddha, leaving limbs scattered on the ground, the blood reflecting the Buddha's light.

That fishy, ​​sweet, and damp smell can still waft into her nostrils to this day.

The instant the lightning struck, the groups of men in black in the courtyard were illuminated. Each of them wore the same epaulettes: black background with gold snakes and eagle patterns, the cold gold trim flashing in the rain like some kind of totem crawling out of hell.

After that night, all her beautiful dreams about Taimai, the tropics, university, and the future were utterly shattered.

From then on, the badge was no longer just a design.

It was Jia Ye's symbol. It was the starting point of her nightmare.

It is a psychological shadow that she still dares not truly recall.

Shi Luyu clenched her fists tighter and tighter until her knuckles turned white, and her palms ached from the edge of the badge. Cold sweat began to bead on her forehead, and her chest felt heavy, as if someone was forcing her back into that damp, cold Buddhist temple, compelling her to see the pools of blood and the dead again.

But she still managed to control herself, her mind racing.

Shi Luyu was somewhat confused. Even if the people Wu Dengsheng sent to rescue her were indeed closely connected with "Master Jia's" influence, her family's mining area was clearly in Myanmar.

Why are these things appearing in Tammy now, even at her school?

unless……

Shi Luyu's breath hitched; she could only think of one possibility.

—Unless someone wants her to find out.

who is it?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when the door to the equipment room was pushed open from the outside.

Xu Jia walked in. He was carrying a borrowing registration form. His expression was calm at first, but when he saw Shi Luyu squatting on the ground, he clearly paused. "Lulu?"

Shi Luyu looked up. Her face was a little pale, her eyelashes were still trembling slightly, but she was clutching the emblem tightly in her hand.

Xu Jia's eyes darkened slightly when he saw the thing.

He knew she had seen it; the badge was one he had deliberately left behind.

He didn't want to watch her continue to be manipulated, deceived, and trapped in the gentle illusion that Xu Yuanjia had created.

He should have let her know long ago what the Xu family mark meant.

Xu Jia quickly approached and extended his hand to her, "Get up first."

Shi Luyu looked at him, the lingering fear and confusion in her eyes still present. She instinctively stepped back slightly, only politely calling out softly, "Assistant Xu."

She didn't touch his hand. Instead, she used the equipment frame to slowly stand up.

Xu Jia's finger paused in mid-air for a moment, then slowly retracted.

In that instant, a faint hint of bitterness flashed across his eyes.

But he didn't show it. He just looked down at the badge in her hand and said in a low voice, "Black background means that the Xu family's covert forces are not in the light of day."

"The golden snake symbolizes their core territory and cargo lines. The eagle pattern is the symbol of the Xu family's guards and execution system."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on her pale face.

"Those who can wear this emblem either come from the most core forces or from the hands of the most core people."

Shi Luyu fell silent, her fingers gripping the badge even tighter, her palms reddening from the edge.

Xu Jia looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and finally took a step forward, "Last time when we were filming a documentary in the village, you were taken to an abandoned theater by Master Jia's men."

Shi Luyu's eyelashes fluttered, and she suddenly looked up at him.

Xu Jia's expression was gentle, but more serious than usual. "Lulu, Jia Ye's status and influence in Southeast Asia are beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"People like that never appear in the lives of ordinary people." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "He's not someone we can afford to offend."

"You..." Xu Jia paused slightly, then tentatively probed in a low voice.

"How did you get involved with someone like him?"

Shi Luyu looked at him, completely lost in confusion.

Of course she knew that Master Jia was dangerous, and of course she knew that he was someone she couldn't afford to mess with.

The problem is that Wu Dengsheng was already using the name "Jia Ye" to swindle people at the time. Given this, it's not entirely impossible for such a badge to appear in the rescue team.

even so.

Even so, Shi Luyu couldn't control herself; other images kept popping into her mind.

As Zhou Ji, Chai Ye, and Wu Dengsheng were talking, those people glanced at Xu Yuanjia almost imperceptibly. She felt a strange sense of familiarity with that feeling.

Why is it that, on the surface, everything seems to have no direct connection with Xu Yuanjia?

But she just couldn't help but think about it in that direction.

Master Jia. Xu Yuanjia.

This wasn't the first time she had put those two names together.

Because of this suspicion, she is now extremely tense and unable to easily trust anyone.

Of course, this also includes Xu Jia, who is standing right in front of us.

She pursed her lips, and after a long while, she lowered her eyelashes, her voice soft and hoarse, "Teaching Assistant Xu, right now... I don't want to hear anyone's guesses."

She tucked the badge into her palm, as if trying to hold onto the last shred of her sanity.

"I'll figure it out myself." With that, she turned and left.

Xu Jia stood still and did not give chase.

After a long while, he gave a low, bitter laugh.

He could tell. Lulu didn't believe him.

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Shi Luyu was absent-minded all day.

She barely heard a word of what the teacher said, what the classmates asked, or what was assigned in the photography class.

My mind is filled with repetitive assumptions and associations.

The armbands of the men in black at the Blackwater Temple, and the empty armbands of the group rescuing people from the Myanmar mines.

Looking back now, weren't all the traces actually... traceable?

This emblem never appeared by chance; it had been recurring in her life, like a hidden thread.

He held her hand and followed her, always, always clinging to Xu Yuanjia's side.

After school, Shi Luyu practically ran back to her apartment.

As soon as the door closed, she didn't even have time to change her shoes. She immediately took out all the cameras, inserted the memory cards one by one into the card reader, and connected them to the computer.

Photos, videos, documentary footage, screenshots, backup files...

She pulled them all out at once. Her fingers trembled, but she forced herself to flip through them one by one.

The cold light from the screen reflected on her face, making it appear even paler.

The photos scrolled by one by one.

Buddhist temples, night markets, school campuses, beaches, villages, old ports, documentary filming locations...

Her breathing became more and more rapid.

As one of the photos flashed by, Shi Luyu's finger suddenly stopped. Her eyes narrowed, and she immediately pulled the photo back.

It was a photo she took while filming a documentary in the old port of the village.

In the video, the mayor is standing, while Xu Yuanjia is sitting.

The mayor personally lit his cigarette and poured him tea.

That scene was shocking enough for her at the time, so she focused all her attention on the power contrast and didn't notice anything else.

But now—

She kept zooming in on the photo.

Zoom in again.

My breathing gradually stopped.

In a corner of the guild hall, on a dark wooden pillar near the screen, there is an extremely fine pattern carved.

Shi Luyu's fingers trembled suddenly, and she slowly lowered her head to look at the badge in her hand.

He looked up again, at the dark patterns on the wooden pillar in the computer photo, which were magnified to the point of being distorted.

The two stood quietly side by side.

The same.

—Black background with gold serpent and eagle emblem.