Chapter 74: Shocking Drama - Crimes are fried in boiling oil day and night, high temperatures...
If a person encounters something very strange and is extremely frightened, what will he do?
Kneel down in prayer? Collapse? Run like a madman?
Or find all the weapons around you to arm yourself?
Since Yaga Chiya did not believe in ghosts or gods, and had a calmer mind than others (otherwise he would not have been able to withstand the threat of death for more than ten days without going crazy), he still chose to work hard to break the deadlock in such a situation instead of leaving it to fate.
He threw his phone away fiercely, trying to stop the woman's strange questioning.
The poor phone drew a parabola in the air and hit the wall with a bang, and the screen shattered.
But the female voice did not disappear with the dark screen, instead it screamed even louder.
"ah--!!!"
The scream was so sharp that it pierced the eardrums and far exceeded the limit of the mobile phone player. It seemed to come from every corner of the house.
The scream seemed like a signal. Following the scream, all the lights in the house went out with a snap.
Ye He Zhiya was startled and sat down on the ground, then stumbled to his feet.
He ran towards the stairs.
He was going to his bedroom.
He kept a gun in his bedroom bedside table just in case of emergencies.
But as soon as his shoes touched the wooden stairs, he sensed something was wrong.
The soles of my feet are slippery.
He staggered, his hand clutching the staircase.
Blood.
There was blood under my feet.
The blood continued to flow out and down the stairs.
He trembled and let go of his hand, putting it under his eyes.
His hands were also covered in blood.
The female voice in the room was still talking: "Why did you smash my face?!"
"Why?"
"Why, husband?"
The sounds were layered and extremely shrill.
Ye He Zhiya could no longer control his fear and screamed.
"Ahhhhh! Go to hell! All of you go to hell!" he cursed, "Get out of here!"
When he finished speaking, there was even a hint of tears in his voice.
In the dim room, the light above his head suddenly lit up.
But it was no longer a warm yellow-white light, but an ominous blood-red light.
“Wuwuwu…”
The woman seemed unable to bear being treated like this by her husband and started crying.
The whole house was filled with her crying.
No, that's not right.
Not just hers.
There are also other people crying.
The sound was so small at first, hidden behind the woman's crying, that it was hard to hear clearly. Later, it gradually became clearer and reached Ye He Zhiya's ears, making him feel like he was struck by lightning.
Does a person remember how many people he has killed?
If the killer were to answer this question, he would probably get a counter-question:
Do you remember how many loaves of bread you eat every day?
But Yaga Chiya is not a killer.
He is a man who gets pleasure from torturing and killing children.
From the perspective of ordinary people, he is an absolute pervert.
Would such a person remember how many people he had killed?
——The answer is yes.
As soon as the voice became clear, Ye He Zhiya immediately recognized who the owner of the voice was.
That was the first girl he killed.
That was a long time ago, eight years ago.
At that time, he had not yet climbed to such a high position as he has now, but he already had considerable power.
In order to satisfy his perverted hobby, he brought his first child back from a rehabilitation center introduced by a friend.
He was very happy.
But as the days passed, he soon became dissatisfied - the girl was growing up.
He cannot accept girls over 12 years old.
He wanted her to die at the moment when he thought she was most beautiful.
So he killed her.
Of course she didn't resist. The weak can't resist the strong, right?
But when he took out the rope and put it around her neck, she let out the same crying sound he had heard countless times before.
This crying sound is probably the only way for a weak person to express his emotions - but what does that have to do with him?
He sealed off her only outlet for emotion forever, and then handed her body over to the healing center.
They will take care of it.
Now six years have passed, and he thought he had buried the past long ago. All memories of that girl have faded, and he can no longer recall them.
Until today I heard her crying again.
How could that be?
People who have been dead for many years...
Moreover, even if she was still alive, she must have grown up long ago. How could her voice still be that of a child?
“Wuwuwu…”
“Woo…”
The voices came one after another, and soon the voices of the second, third, fourth, and fifth girls killed by Ye He Zhiya were heard.
"Why are you trying to kill me?"
"Woo, woo, I want to go home..."
"I don't like this, I don't like it here..."
“How terrifying…”
"Wow, I don't want to die!"
"I don't want to be locked up here..."
Ye He Zhiya covered his ears, praying that his hands could block out the sounds.
But these sounds came from all directions, piercing his eardrums and rushing straight into his mind, giving him the illusion that he was not in a room somewhere, but sinking into a sea of sound.
The noises jumbled his brain and gave him a splitting headache.
"Shut up! Stop crying..."
"Shut up..."
"Please, let me go...ah, what do you have to do to let me go?"
He shouted the last words.
As he shouted this, the crying stopped strangely.
Then there was a buzz of discussion:
"Is he begging us?"
“It seems so.”
"Well...should we let him go?"
"But he didn't let us go even when we begged him!"
"that is!"
“That’s right!”
"So what do we do now? Kill him?"
"Doesn't the book say an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood... Hey, am I right?"
"Ah, you mean 'blood debts must be repaid with blood'!"
"right!"
"We will do to him the same way he did to us, and we will kill him the same way he killed us!"
"Hehe, look, he's shaking."
Ye He Zhiya had a splitting headache and found it difficult to think about what they were talking about.
He only extracted one piece of information from their words—
They wanted to kill him.
The threat of death was finally placed before him in the most intuitive way.
The worries I had been worrying about finally broke out at this moment.
He ignored the blood that was still dripping down, stepped on the slippery steps, and rushed up the stairs like a madman, as if he could get rid of the annoying voices that were loudly plotting to take his life.
He finally found the door handle to his bedroom, opened the door, rushed into the room, and then turned around to lock it.
There was a knock on the door.
Pistol, pistol...
Ye He Zhiya ran to the bed and opened the bedside table where he had hidden the pistol.
The pistol lay quietly in the drawer.
He grabbed the pistol, clumsily loaded it—he had never been trained in this sort of thing, just for the sake of precaution—and raised it toward the door.
The knocking on the door became duller and duller, and later it was no longer knocking, but banging on the door.
And he banged the door with quite a lot of force.
Every heavy knock on the door seemed to strike at Yega Chiya's heart. The sound was like the tolling of a death knell, foreshadowing his imminent death.
Ye Hezhiya's hands were slippery, with sweat mixed with the blood on the stair railing just now. Coupled with his hands shaking uncontrollably, he could hardly hold the gun.
Finally, the door couldn't withstand the increasingly powerful pounding and was slammed open;
Before Ye He Zhiya could see clearly what came in, he pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
“Aa ...
The screams that were heard were not from others, but from Yaga Chiya himself - at this critical moment, it seemed as if even God was against him, as this pistol that had never been used actually exploded.
The magazine flew out and the gun barrel exploded, blowing Ye He Zhiya's hand into blood.
The sudden burst of severe pain made him cry out.
The shattered pistol fell to the ground.
The man in black who broke the door open also walked in.
There were two of them, tall and strong, wearing neat suits, and their bodies were the same as those of normal adults.
But their heads are one of a cow's and the other of a horse's.
They walked in, holding large steel forks taller than their height, pointing at the screaming Ye He Zhi Ya.
After Ye He Zhiya's screams subsided for a while, Niu Tou coughed and said majestically in a Kansai accent:
"Sinner Ye He Zhiya. We are the guides to the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld—the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Ones."
"You committed countless unforgivable sins in your lifetime. You will be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell. In your next life, you will be reborn as an animal, never to be reborn."
"We are here to detain you."
"According to procedure, I will now state your crimes one by one."
"First, you...you..."
The ox's head suddenly got stuck. His companion beside him nudged him anxiously with his shoulder.
Hey, what's up? Did you forget the lyrics?
Hurry up and say your lines, brother! Don't mess with the performance! I finally have the chance to interact directly with the Codename members, and I've even accepted such a simple mission—just memorize the lines and act. It's like getting paid to shit—don't let me down at this crucial moment!
Niutou coughed heavily to cover up his embarrassment and took out a stack of papers from his pocket.
Horse Head: ...
How weak! He even brought cheat sheets!
The bull head pretended nothing happened and read it out:
"Sinner Yaga Chiya. You committed the following crimes during your lifetime:"
"First, the illegal imprisonment, abuse, rape, and murder of a 12-year-old girl, xxx..."
"Second, illegal imprisonment and abuse..."
"...Eight, tax evasion..."
Although Niu Tou and Ma Mian didn't understand why tax evasion was also under the organization's jurisdiction, it didn't matter. It was in the script, so they just had to read it.
"…Ninth, crimes endangering national security…"
Well, this evidence is also very strange.
"...Ten, corruption..."
My God, their organization is so positive and is always at the forefront of the fight against corruption.
"...The above ten sins are the sins you committed in the mortal world. Those who commit these ten sins will be sent to the eighteen levels of hell, suffering day and night... uh, being fried in boiling oil and scalded at high temperatures."
Ah, that's a bad word...
Although it seemed impolite to bring this up in this situation, he was really a little hungry.
The two Black Organization members who were working overtime hadn't had dinner yet.
"You have the right to raise objections, but all your confessions will be recorded."
"So, do you admit your guilt, Yaga Chiya?"
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