Chapter 112
Xing Yao didn't understand and suspected that Song Zhou was cursing him in a roundabout way.
His face darkened. “Wait until you’ve experienced it yourself before you write a user review.”
Song Zhou raised his eyebrows: "If you kill me, can you escape?"
"How do you know I can't run away?" Xing Yao smiled confidently. "Do you know what my name is now? Chason Xing. I'm a foreigner now!"
He spread his arms and showed off. "Surprised? Unexpected? I'm going back to my country soon. My flight is tomorrow morning."
Song Zhou was genuinely surprised: "Great!"
Xing Yao was stunned: "Are you crazy?"
Song Zhou laughed. "You're the one with a broken brain! It's a good thing a scum like you isn't from our country!"
Xing Yao was so angry that his cheeks twitched. "Happy, huh? Then I'll tell you one more thing to make you happier."
He squatted down and got close to Song Zhou's face. "Do you know why your sister was chosen and why she ended up in such a tragic situation?"
Song Zhou's pupils trembled and the blood color on his lips faded.
He wanted to know, but didn't want to know. He wanted to listen, but didn't dare to listen.
Xing Yao studied his reaction: "Oh, yes, that's the expression. You see, to kill someone, you have to destroy their heart."
Song Zhou slowly raised his eyes: "Why else? Because you are a beast who only knows how to harm the weak!"
"You're mistaken, Xiaosong." Xing Yao almost leaned over to Song Zhou's ear, "It wasn't me who attacked your sister."
Song Zhou's expression was blank for a moment, then instantly filled with hatred and anger: "You're still quibbling!"
"What's there to argue about? My hands are stained with blood, how could I have missed her? Yes, I was the one who killed her in the end. But that was just the aftermath.
"When I carried Qiu Yue into the car, I really thought she was dead. I was only responsible for burying her.
"I was driving her to the valley when I heard movement in the trunk. I stopped the car and opened it, and she was awake."
Xing Yao's face revealed genuine joy and excitement, "I can kill people now, I'm so happy.
"I parked the car on the side of the road above the valley, carried her in one hand, and walked down the stone steps."
"Her body rested on my shoulders, light and fragile, like a lovely fallen leaf.
"Before digging the pit, I took out a small peach pit from my inner pocket and put it on my hand. It's a ritual, it's necessary."
Xing Yao's words were like an electric drill, cutting into Song Zhou's internal organs and causing him so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
Xing Yao looked at his pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead and teased him, "Don't blame me. Once the arrow is shot, there's no turning back. It's already come to that point. She has to die, don't you think?"
Song Zhou remembered the phone call Xing Yao made to someone in the secretly recorded video at the B&B.
His entire body trembled, his throat congested. Veins on his neck bulged as he struggled to raise a hoarse voice, "There's another murderer... Who is he? Who is he?!"
Seeing Song Zhou engulfed in anger and pain, Xing Yao felt much happier. He said in a light tone, "Go to the underworld and ask your sister."
Xing Yao was overjoyed to finally see his prey collapse. He glanced at his watch and said, "Shouldn't it be almost time?"
Song Zhou was startled, and his confused mind cleared up: "Who did you say is coming soon?"
Xing Yao took out a cell phone from his pocket and said earnestly, "Xiaosong, it's very unsafe to unlock a cell phone with a fingerprint, you know?
"For example, anyone can use your phone and send a message to your girlfriend, saying, 'I've broken the law, come here and I'll tell you everything'... I didn't lie to her, you're just an imposter and a fraudster." Xing Yao chuckled.
Song Zhou looked towards the small door in panic, fearing that a familiar figure would appear in the next second.
His face turned pale, and he didn't know whether to comfort himself or warn Xing Yao: "She won't be fooled!"
Xing Yao shook his head disapprovingly. "When faced with so-called love, even a little genius can lose his intelligence, become blindly impulsive, and act on his own. Especially women."
He smiled sinisterly, "Let's make a bet. She'll definitely want to keep it a secret for you, so she won't dare alert the police and come here alone."
“Although there are police guarding the hotel, the police’s focus is on preventing people from outside, not inside.
"It's certainly not easy to get out, but I believe our little genius will find a way to shake off the cops and come to your date.
"She's brave enough to come running in to your rescue, nobly falling into your trap. You know how easy it is to subdue a little girl.
"Of course, I wouldn't mind letting her run away and then catching her again. Late-night hunting is fun, too.
"Anyway, once she comes, she can't escape from my grasp. I'll break her arms and legs, leaving you two to cuddle together in love. Then I'll go outside..."
Xing Yao held the remote control and gestured to press a button, "Boom...you go find your sister, Chen He find her good friend, and the three of you can gather together downstairs!
"Perfect."
He admired himself and put Song Zhou's phone back into his pocket: "I'll keep this for you as a souvenir.
"By the way, the souvenir Qiu Yue left me is also her cell phone. You and your sister's cell phones can also be reunited."
Song Zhou trembled all over, gritted his teeth and held his hatred, without saying a word.
"Then goodbye forever, Xiaosong..." Xing Yao turned to leave, but suddenly remembered something, "Oh, right, when you see Qiu Yue, remember to ask something for me."
"What's the matter?" Song Zhou stared at him with dark eyes.
"Ask her why she's laughing."
The moonlight from five years ago shone on the weak girl in the pit.
Xing Yao dug the pit and threw Qiu Yue in. She opened her eyes, looked straight up at him, and then smiled.
It would be perfect if she could shed tears of despair.
But she smiled. Why should a weak little girl, dying in agony, smile?
That smile lingered, like a thorn, pricking him for five whole years.
So in Chen He's comics, when the broken "Qiu Yue" showed the same smile, it almost drove him crazy.
Xing Yao's cheeks twitched with anger and confusion. "It was that smile that made me hit her on the head with a shovel."
The more he spoke, the more unhappy he became. He pulled out the dagger from his waist, squatted down, and tapped Song Zhou's forehead with the dagger. "Right here. Really, she didn't need to be hit like that. Such a pretty face was ruined by it."
The dagger slid down and traced Song Zhou's throat, "Xiaosong, when you go down, ask her for me why she is laughing..."
Before he finished speaking.
Bang!
Xing Yao's solar plexus was suddenly hit hard.
Severe pain shot from left to right, and Xing Yao felt as if his head was split horizontally. He had sharp tinnitus, darkness in front of his eyes, and a hot current rushed out of his nostrils.
He couldn't hold the dagger at all, and the remote control in his hand flew away to who knows where.
He may have fainted for a few seconds, and when he regained consciousness, he found himself lying face up in a pool of oil.
A hard knee pressed heavily against his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe and a fishy smell rose up his throat.
The vision became clearer, and I saw a fist coming down from above with the sound of wind.
There was a crisp "crack" sound coming from his left eye socket. His brow bone must have been cracked. He suspected that his eyeball had also exploded, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Song Zhou's cold voice entered his buzzing ears.
"A master in Jinda taught me to always keep a blade hidden behind my belt. That way, when I'm tied up, I can easily take it out and cut the rope."
Another punch came down, hitting Xing Yao's mouth. He felt a few teeth mixed with blood rushing into his throat.
Song Zhou's voice was like an ice pick: "Didn't you pay attention in class?"
Xing Yao struggled in suffocation, and his left hand happened to touch the dagger that fell beside him. With his vision blurred by blood, he stabbed Song Zhou's waist and abdomen fiercely!
Song Zhou raised his hand to catch his wrist, twisting it.
The wrist was twisted at a strange angle and was obviously dislocated.
Xing Yao howled in pain, blood and broken teeth spurted out, and the dagger fell out of his hand.
Song Zhou said harshly, "Your speed isn't good enough. When you were learning to fight, you were just slacking off. Look, now you're nothing."
"By the way, whose limbs did you say you wanted to break?" Song Zhou pinched his sore spot accurately and twisted it in the opposite direction, causing him to let out a beast-like roar.
Song Zhou: "Try saying it again."
Xing Yao rolled his eyes and could no longer utter a single sound.
"You kill this and that, and you think you are so great." Song Zhou's tone was like a cold knife, cutting him again and again.
"Either using a slingshot or using anesthetics, all dirty tricks. He never dares to face off against someone of his own size. What kind of skill is that?"
"Do you know what rehabilitation doctors know best?" Song Zhou propped himself up with his legs, grabbed Xing Yao's dislocated left wrist, and pulled up his left arm.
"Human joints."
"It's so easy to put it back in place," Song Zhou pressed down hard on his left arm. There was another crisp sound, and his left shoulder joint was also dislocated. "It's so easy to remove it."
"It's all about practice."
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