Chapter 200 The Last Lesson of the Death Game
Lin Xi was not simply curious.
Long before, she had vaguely sensed that the African masked man was paying too much attention to "X".
First, at the dinner before the auction, the man became a little anxious after he learned that Ms. X's paintings were among the items for auction.
After the auction started, he bid continuously on "X's" work and "X's" information. He looked so determined to win. If Lin Xi hadn't intervened, "X's" work would have definitely been bought by him.
Tsukawa Hideji's expression changed, finally settling into a stiff expression: "...I don't understand what you mean."
In contrast to the ferocious African mask he had worn before, Hideharu Tsugawa himself had a very handsome appearance, with light brown eyes, neatly trimmed eyebrows and a clean-shaven beard, looking gentle and refined.
But Lin Xi did not ignore the murderous intent that flashed in his eyes because of his harmless appearance.
She smiled. "I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry—since you won't tell me, I'll have to find another way to find the answer."
As she said that, she took advantage of the time when Tsukawa Hideji hadn't reacted and moved forward, controlled him, and forced him to kneel on the ground, but this time Lin Xi twisted his arm from behind.
Hideji Tsukawa's constant act of pretending to be stupid only made Lin Xi want to know the truth more.
She lowered her eyes and slowly pushed the potion she took out from the system space into the side of his neck.
Hideji Tsukawa made a "ho ho" sound, and soon, without Lin Xi having to exert any effort, he collapsed to the ground with a pale face.
Lin Xi turned him over, lifted his eyelids and observed him to make sure that the truth serum he got from the organization had taken effect.
"What's your real name?"
She decided to start with the less sensitive issues.
To her surprise, Hideji Tsukawa was actually this guy's real name.
"What's your purpose for coming here?"
She continued to ask questions.
Tsukawa Hideji's fingertips trembled. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, as if making a final struggle.
But soon, that struggle gave way to the power of the potion.
"Complete...the task given by the boss."
"What mission?"
Hideji Tsukawa struggled again, like a stranded fish.
"...bury all information about 'X'...if there are any people who know, kill them. If there are any items, destroy them."
Lin Xi thought thoughtfully: "So, you bought 'X''s work in order to destroy it?"
Jinchuan Xiuji nodded.
"Is the information about 'X' being taken down to monopolize the situation? And to see if I can find the seller and eliminate the source?"
Jinchuan Xiuji nodded.
Lin Xi let out a breath.
Quite interesting.
Some people want "X" to return to the art world, such as Ando Kei, the dean of the School of Art at Touto University. After Amuro Toru contacted him, he even asked Amuro Toru to persuade Lin Xi to pick up the brush again, but he didn't seem to care much about "Lin Xi's" true mental state.
And some people hope that "X" will never appear again and bury all information about "X", such as the person in front of Lin Xi now.
What organization does he belong to and whose will does he represent?
Lin Xi thought so and asked:
"Who's your 'boss'?"
Tsukawa Hideji: "...Minetoma Yukinori."
Lin Xi: ...
Lin Xi: ???
She moved quickly and pulled off Hideji Tsukawa's clothes.
No…no…
She stripped Tsukawa Hideharu almost naked, but still couldn't find the most iconic tattoo of the Mineta Group.
She thought for a moment and took off the man's socks.
Sure enough, on the sole of Hideji Tsukawa's right foot, there was a tattoo that Lin Xi was familiar with.
She looked at the man standing on the street stall, wearing nothing but his underwear, and spoke slowly, "I know the man you're talking about. He was a gangster. Isn't he dead? After spending many years in prison, and after the final verdict was handed down, he was killed in a terrorist attack while being transported."
"It's what he deserves."
"When did he give you the order?"
Hideji Tsukawa's eyes were dull and he had fallen into a dazed state - Lin Xi was not surprised by this, as it was one of the side effects of the truth serum.
The tissue laboratory report mentioned that after the injection of truth serum, in addition to side effects such as headaches, fever, and vomiting, there is also the possibility of becoming stupid. This stupidity may continue even after the effect of the truth serum wears off.
Lin Xi repeated his question again.
Finally, the slow-witted Hideji Tsukawa responded.
"Two months ago..."
Lin Xi frowned.
Two months ago, she had just traveled to this world.
What a coincidence?
She took a deep look at Tsukawa Hideji's open mouth and the drool dripping from his mouth, and said, "You know what? You're looking in the wrong direction. 'X' once studied at the School of Art at Touto University, and her teacher was the dean of the school."
"Aren't you going to bury all the information about 'X'? Why don't you go find that dean?"
"It's just a painting. It's not as important as knowing 'X'."
Tsukawa Hideji murmured, "Kami, killing Ando Hui is useless..."
Lin Xi was surprised. Tsukawa Hideji actually knew Ando Hui.
"Why didn't it work?" she demanded.
But this time, Tsukawa Hideji didn't respond to her. He just stared into the void with his eyes empty, as if completely immersed in his own world.
Lin Xi knew that there would be no answer if he asked any further.
The worst thing about truth serum is this: it lasts too short, has strong side effects, and can cause drug resistance if used excessively.
She looked down at Hideji Tsukawa who was lying on the ground, her eyes patrolled the room, found the mask belonging to Hideji Tsukawa, and helped him fix it on his face.
The scene inside the house was very strange. A nearly naked man lay on the red floor, his arms bruised from being pinched. His clothes and shoes were scattered beside him. Although he was naked, he still wore a ferocious African mask on his face.
This adds a touch of curiosity to the strange scene.
Lin Xi picked up the water that Hideji Tsukawa had poured for her just now, and added the witch's "poison" into it in front of the man.
"I forgot to tell you, my real identity is a 'witch'." She shook the cup to mix the clear liquid.
"Yesterday, I used the 'antidote'."
"Now, I used 'poison', so I gained permission to open your door."
"Don't worry. Like I said, I don't intend to kill you." Lin Xi smiled and looked at the man who, although his mind was numb, instinctively felt threatened and was trying to prop himself up and crawl back. "I just need you to be a witness."
As she spoke, she picked up the cup in her hand and drank the liquid in it.
Hideji Tsukawa's eyes widened slightly.
His confused mind couldn't comprehend this illogical thing.
The "witch" drank the "poison" herself?
Why?
Lin Xi didn't care what the man at her feet was thinking. She licked her lips as if savoring the moment.
Sweet.
Of course, she couldn't really drink the poison, as she didn't have a drug-resistant constitution.
What I just drank was syrup poured out from the system space.
She threw the empty glass onto the carpet. The glass rolled away on the soft carpet until it hit the edge of the wall.
Lin Xi smiled at the stunned Tsukawa Hideji, "The rules say witches can use 'poison' on others, but they don't say they can't use it on themselves."
"'Mizutani Sayuri' is dead, you must remember that."
"I hope you will remember clearly what happened when you wake up tomorrow morning, Prophet."
After saying that, she opened the door and walked out.
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…
Asayama Hui stared at Asayama Onto's face.
She had no psychological burden at all about killing her husband.
The only thing she felt was a little bit of guilt towards Asayama Rika - she knew that the child still had expectations of her father, and compared to herself who controlled her in everything, Asayama Rika preferred the father who would occasionally give her a good look when he was happy.
The moment he knew that Asayama Rika was a good person, Asayama Hui knew that no matter how the game progressed, the only way for Asayama Rika to survive was to kill all the werewolves first.
Coincidentally, Asayama Hui knew who one of the three werewolves was.
After the daytime games on the first day, Asayama Hui used words to find out Asayama Atsuto's identity.
That's right, her husband, Atsuto Asayama, is a werewolf.
Her husband was too frivolous and arrogant to believe she had any other intentions. Moreover, although he still looked down on her, out of his patriarchal pride, he felt it was his duty to protect the weak and foolish female relatives.
So she didn't have to worry about her husband's knife being pointed at her.
But without knowing for sure how many days the game would last, she couldn't take the risk of the werewolf possibly harming Asayama Rika.
She didn't regret eliminating Kamijutsuji Shin. To her, that man was like a walking mirror, a constant reminder of her sins.
If his daughter didn't like him and he really knew nothing about what happened back then, Asayama Hui would have killed him long ago.
Now, there were a few more people to kill. That Tomihara Taro could have been used, but unfortunately he was dead. And that self-proclaimed "hunter" Kusakawa Ryosuke could also be used.
And that Sora Tani who discovered he had killed Asayama Onto... Really, couldn't he just be Mizutani Sayuri's lover? Why did he have to meddle in other people's business?
In that case, we'd better let him die too.
Thinking this, Asayama Hui prepared to leave the house and sleep in the guest room.
However, just as she stood up, she suddenly heard a noise outside the door.
“…” She was silent, took off her high heels, and carefully hid behind the bedroom door.
She held her high heels in one hand, stepped barefoot on the wooden floor, and held her breath waiting for someone to enter the house.
When she entered the underground building, all the weapons she had were confiscated, and now the only thing she could use was the pair of shoes in her hand.
The heel of the shoe is thin and pointed, and is easy to hold and apply force, making it suitable as a weapon for self-defense.
She didn't expect that the werewolf's target tonight would be her.
Several names flashed through her mind as she wondered who might want to kill her.
Did they think she was a priestess? Or did they think she was difficult and a threat to the werewolves?
Haha… Before I even found them, they couldn’t help but attack me. Do they really think I’m easy to mess with?
Being chosen by a werewolf is an opportunity for her.
Asayama Hui gripped her high heels tightly in her hands and placed her feet firmly on the ground.
If she could kill the werewolf, her daughter would be completely safe—at least not in this round of the game.
Footsteps sounded outside the door.
The visitor seemed puzzled by the empty living room and was patrolling around. Asayama Hui heard the man go to another room. After finding that there was no one in the other room, he returned to the living room and walked towards her room.
He couldn't hide his footsteps, his breathing was heavy, and he seemed very nervous...
Asayama Hui thought to herself that she was really lucky, as the werewolf who came to kill her seemed to have no experience in killing.
She waited, waiting for the man to open the door and come in, so that she could give him a fatal blow with her high heels.
As a high-level predator, Asayama Hui rarely kills people himself.
Generally speaking, she is the one who hides behind the scenes and gives orders.
But that doesn't mean she won't kill.
On the contrary, she knew which part of the human body to strike most effectively to kill.
She also knows how to take advantage of her female flexibility, endurance, and ability to hide. She knows how to lie in wait, waiting for others to let their guard down, and then strike a fatal blow.
Therefore, for Hui Asayama, the footsteps of the person behind the door were not the approaching shadow of death, but the death knell for the other person himself.
The door opened.
Asayama Hui waited for the man to come closer and show her his back.
In order to find Hui Asayama, that person must have searched the room carefully.
However, when he actually saw the werewolf, the murderous intent that Asayama Hui had gathered suddenly disappeared.
Her body, as tense as a bowstring, relaxed, and she gradually became powerless from being full of strength and ready to pounce at any time.
...Why her?
Who could tell her why it was her daughter? Why was it her naive, stupid, and incompetent daughter who randomly became a werewolf?
Asayama Hui never suspected that her daughter would lie to her.
That day, after knowing that Asayama Wenren was a werewolf, Asayama Hui went to meet her specifically to ask about her identity.
If Asayama Hui knew that Asayama Rika was also a werewolf, he would never have killed Asayama Atsuto so early.
If I had known earlier...
For a moment, Asayama Hui felt her eyes moisten slightly. Faced with the despairing reality, the surge of emotion against her will nearly brought her to tears.
Fortunately, she held back in the end.
She watched her daughter searching for her in a daze, from the closet to under the bed, but she couldn't guess that she was hiding behind the door.
The way she held the weapon was wrong, too. Was it because she had been protected so well over the years, never having been allowed to touch a gun or even a knife?
She couldn't help laughing out loud.
Asayama Rika suddenly turned around and met her mother's twisted smile.
For some reason, this usually calm and stern woman was now bent over, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.
Asayama Rika was silent.
The hand holding the dagger began to tremble uncontrollably again. Although she wanted to move forward, her body seemed to be frozen, standing still and unable to move.
Move faster, move faster... she shouted in her heart.
However, another voice in my heart spoke at the same time:
"She's your mother. Do you really want to kill her with your own hands?"
"Revenge, death...are these really what you want? To avenge my lover, do I have to kill my own mother?"
But I have no choice! Asayama Rika cried out loudly in her heart, if I don’t kill her, how can I be worthy of Axin?
Almost all of his sorrow was brought upon him by me and my family... His family was forced to work overtime at the company my family runs, which led to the accidental car accident at night... His death was also caused by me dragging him to this hellish place, and by my mother's vote of exile...
If only I, my family and I were not here, he wouldn't have to endure all that pain and he wouldn't have to die.
"But even if you avenge him, the life you lost will never come back." The voice in my heart said, "Hatred can only bring hatred, and hatred cannot bring back love."
"Ah Xin, will you really be happy seeing you like this?"
Asayama Rika burst into tears.
The dagger fell to the ground with a thud.
"Wuwu..." She wiped her tears carelessly, looking at the woman who was half a head taller than her in her blurred vision. The empty murderous intent in her heart had long since disappeared, replaced by an intense sadness.
She suddenly realized with great intensity that she was living in a great tragedy.
The father who didn't love the mother, the mother who killed the father, the boyfriend who was killed by the mother, everything related to her represents misfortune.
When she faced her mother with a dagger, her first reaction was not to stab her, but to ask her mother for a hug.
Her pathetic and cowardly side was playing tricks on her, making her still long for love in this situation.
I can't muster the courage to love, and I don't have the energy to hate.
She cried, as if tears could help her escape everything.
She watched Asayama Hui slowly stop laughing, threw away the shoes in her hand, and bent down to pick up the dagger that fell on the ground.
"Idiot," she said in a contemptuous tone that Asayama Rika was all too familiar with. "You can't even hold a knife, and you're still thinking of imitating others and killing people?"
"Why are you crying? Haven't I told you many times to learn to control your emotions? Do you expect others to sympathize with you by showing all your emotions on your face?"
"Tears... hehe, they are the fig leaf of the weak. Take them."
Asayama Rika sobbed as she took the dagger handed to her by her mother.
At this moment when her emotions completely controlled her and her head was a mess, her body could only obey subconsciously.
Asayama Hui lowered her eyes and corrected Asayama Rika's way of holding the dagger.
"Your father is dead. When you get out of here, go find my lawyer. He will help you inherit your father's property."
"It doesn't matter if you can't run a company. The funds under your name are enough to live on for the rest of your life... Don't move."
Asayama Rika resisted Asayama Kei's attempt to correct her posture - her tears blurred her vision and she wanted to wipe them away with her sleeve.
"From now on, when you kill someone, you have to wait until the latter part of the night. After midnight... no, after one in the morning. Even the most nervous person would be asleep by then. You can do it then."
"If you can't quiet your footsteps, take your shoes off outside."
"Think of the people you kill as pumpkins. Find the right spot to achieve the greatest effect with the least effort."
"Although the neck is the easiest, blood will easily splash onto the body and leave marks, so the heart should be chosen."
Asayama Hui held Asayama Rika's hand and adjusted the position.
The few tears that had just oozed out of the corners of her eyes had long dried up, and she looked even better now than when she was at the table this morning - she was a little haggard in the morning, but now she looked as if she had a last glimmer of life, maintaining the most dignified and majestic appearance.
"Ask the waiter who brings you food during the day for some baking soda. After you kill someone, check your body for any blood stains. If there are any, wash them off with baking soda and cold water."
"You have to learn to act, learn to pretend." She looked into her daughter's tearful eyes, seeing the desire for comfort in them. She paused, then continued, "Don't show your emotions to others. That's a weakness."
Asayama Rika didn't understand why her mother said this to her.
"You really don't understand?"
The voice in my heart emerged again.
"Don't you understand, or don't you want to understand?"
"She spoke to you in this tone in front of you, you know what she meant, right?"
"She's making arrangements for her funeral."
No, that’s not it… Asayama Rika wanted to refute.
My mother is an extremely controlling egoist. How could she give up the chance to let me live?
The moment the dagger in her hand fell to the ground, she knew she had lost.
Next, her mother would use the dagger and stab it into her heart with her own hands.
How could she possibly be a match for her?
From childhood to adulthood, every struggle... my mother always wins.
Asayama Kei took one last look at Asayama Rika.
"Don't shake your hands when you kill someone." She held her daughter's hand tightly.
"Remember this spot. Stab from... ahem, from this spot. It won't be blocked by the ribs."
Blood gushed out of Asayama Hui's mouth.
The daughter seemed stunned.
Asayama Hui felt the pain spreading from her heart.
This sharp pain was quickly numbed by the crazy secretion of endorphins, and even made it easier for her to recall the past.
When Rika was very young...she held her...
She has very long eyelashes and a chubby face that only makes her smile silly when she sees her.
However, when I grow up a little bit, I will leave everything to the nanny...
What a shame. I wish I could go back to that time... If I had hugged her more, the ending would... would...
Will it be different?
Asayama Hui opened her mouth.
It quickly closed again.
She felt that she still had strength, a last-minute boost of adrenaline stimulating her body.
So, she slowly lay on her back according to her own wishes.
This way... the blood in your mouth should... not flow everywhere.
The view gradually darkened.
Ah, actually...
Asayama Hui tried hard to keep her eyes open, wanting to keep her daughter's figure in her sight until the last second.
In fact, she still has a lot to say.
Unfortunately, some words cannot be said in time, and some words... will never be said.
For example, she had always felt that Asaka had done well enough.
It was a miracle created from her rotten life.
"She is indeed an egoist."
In the silence, the voice in her heart became clear in Asayama Rika's ears, "But she loves you more than she loves herself."
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