Chapter 110
Xing Yao kicked Song Zhou in the chest: "You know shit!"
Song Zhou hunched over and was unable to utter a word for a long time.
When he raised his head again, he looked at Xing Yao with a sneer on his face as if he were a fool: "Idiot, I didn't report it."
Xing Yao curled his lips and snorted coldly, "If not you, then who else would know that I did it? And who else would know that it was related to Jin Da?"
He tapped Song Zhou's eyebrows with the frame of his glasses: "Of course it was you who told the police after you bravely stood up for justice! If it weren't for you, would Jinda have been able to be wiped out? Stop lying!"
Xing Yao swung his hand, and the glasses hit Song Zhou's face hard. The frame drew a bloody mark at the corner of Song Zhou's mouth, then flew out at an angle and hit the oil barrel. The lenses cracked with a "pop" and fell into the oil on the ground.
Song Zhou licked the blood that seeped to the corner of his lips and said, "What a lie! It's just a bandit den, what's wrong with reporting it? It's honorable, okay? If I did it, why would I deny it?"
Xing Yao was a little confused: "It's really not you? Then who is it?"
Song Zhou laughed and said, "You've been hiding since you got into trouble. You still don't know who was in that car you overturned, right?"
Xing Yao frowned: "Who is it?"
"City leaders."
"Oh..." Xing Yao suddenly realized what was going on.
He stood up straight and patted his forehead. "I see. No wonder the relevant departments are so decisive."
Song Zhou sighed, "That's right. Jinda has been doing evil for so many years, and no one has ever held him accountable. Do you think no one has reported him? It's because he has a protective umbrella!"
"It was because of your eagerness for quick success and your lack of vision that the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple and nearly took the leader's life. That's why Jinda was destroyed!
"Now you know, you and your godfather were crying behind the bars, this happened because you were not here.
"If I hadn't rescued him, your godfather would have been guilty of an even greater crime and would never have gotten out in his lifetime. So, do you regret killing 'me' at all?"
"What's there to regret?" Xing Yao suddenly laughed, the sound coming from deep within his chest, as if there was a laughing ghost hidden in his chest. "That was my first time killing someone. It felt so good!"
Song Zhou also laughed, a speck of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, his smile filled with hatred: "I knew it. What hatred, resentment, claiming fatherhood, are all excuses. You just enjoy killing."
"You still understand me." Xing Yao suddenly stretched out his left hand and rolled up the cuffs of his windbreaker, revealing a watch with a peach-shaped pig on it and a red string.
When the two accessories are placed next to each other, it is hard to tell which one is more expensive and which one is cheaper.
"Look at this little peach pit. It's the souvenir I took with me when I killed you. It's so meaningful. I treasure it so much that I wear it every time I kill someone.
"Every time I play with it, I think of you rolling around in the sea of fire, just like... your girlfriend drew me struggling in the sea of fire."
When Xing Yao said this, the smile on his face disappeared and his facial features twisted into a look of fear.
He frowned unhappily. "Hey, Xiaosong, even though Chen He's comic strip reversed the roles to scare me, I can understand it. The details are all correct. How did she know the situation at that time?"
Song Zhou's eyes sparkled: "I told her that, she just drew the scene I described."
Xing Yao stared at him for a while, then grinned.
Song Zhou asked angrily, "What are you laughing at?"
"Xiaosong, Chen He is a top student at the Zangmo Base, a little genius. She doesn't need you to teach her how to draw."
Song Zhou was shocked: "Why do you know her so well?"
Xing Yao said meaningfully, "I've known Chen He longer than you do. I know your girlfriend well.
"You take all the blame on yourself, so how can I let her go?" His eyes were full of malice.
"Try to touch her!" Song Zhou struggled furiously, and the hemp rope made his skin bleed.
Xing Yao looked down at him, like a trapped beast that was chained up and couldn't bite anyone:
"Xiaosong, you don't need to take the blame. Even if you told her about this, what about Xu Candong? What about Yu Aiai?
"She was able to guess that it was Xu Candong who killed Feng Xumei and that Yu Aiai pushed her off the cliff. It was as if she had seen a ghost!
"Speaking of Feng Xumei... this old witch always loves to meddle in other people's business. I just shoot a bird, and she points fingers at me.
"What happened in the end? Died because of meddling in other people's business?
He narrowed his eyes, as if recalling, "I asked Yu Aiai to ask Qiu Yue out, but I didn't expect Feng Xumei to follow her.
"I saw a figure flash by, dressed like a country bumpkin, there was no one else like her in the base, so I knew she was going to meddle in other people's business.
"I called Xu Candong and asked him to handle it.
"Later, Xu Candong told me that when he knocked her down in the duty room, she had already dialed two 110 numbers. It was a close call.
“What happened next…Chen He drew everything correctly.
"That little girl is really weird. When I see her, I'll have to ask her how she did it."
"You're not even worthy enough to talk to her?" Song Zhou raised his head proudly even in this situation. "You don't understand the world of genius. The way you treated Xu Candong and Yu Aiai was all plagiarizing her ideas. There's no personal innovation at all."
Xing Yao was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized something: "That time with Yu Aiai, I was careless and that bastard owner of the B&B secretly recorded it.
"That time with Xu Candong...how do you know it was me? Did you see it?"
Song Zhou's eyes darkened as he simply said, "You've become quite a decent person now, and your oil extraction skills are quite good."
Xing Yao seemed to have a sudden realization and chuckled, "So, we were thinking the same thing that time? If I hadn't done it, you would have killed Xu Candong too, right?"
"Only a fool would think of collaborating with a scum like you!" Song Zhou said disdainfully. "A filthy fellow like Xu Candong is worthy of having his life contaminated by me? I just wanted to scare him and force him to tell me... who killed Qiu Yue!"
With the last sentence, Song Zhou's eyes seemed to be pierced with knives, as if he wanted to skin Xing Yao alive.
Xing Yao smiled and said, "Oh, you look so fierce, but it's a pity that you can only bark and not bite. I believe it. How could a living Bodhisattva like you have the guts to kill someone?"
Confusion appeared on his face again, "But Chen He's drawing is wrong too, Xiaosong, you're not dead, are you?
"That's really strange. I clearly saw that your whole body was on fire, and that situation... you shouldn't be able to escape.
"The fire started and then exploded quickly. Thick smoke billowed out. After a while, I couldn't see anything from the unfinished building. Did you crawl out of the fire?"
He leaned in closer to examine Song Zhou's face. "There's not a single burn scar. What happened? I thought Xiao Qiuyue was imagining things... How did you survive?"
Song Zhou looked at him gloomily: "You did it yourself, think about it yourself!"
Xing Yao didn't get angry. He sat back on the tire and thought carefully: "When I came here that night, it was around eight o'clock. The lock on the backyard gate was hanging, and it was taken off as soon as I picked it up."
He pointed to the small room that the back door led to. "When I came in, the light in the bathroom was on and there was the sound of running water. You were taking a shower in there."
Song Zhou's pupils suddenly shrank.
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