"You mean the people in the box are all women? So you kidnapped them? Why did you do that? Not only did you ruin their reputations, but you also took their lives?" Ye Moxun's peach blossom eyes darkened, and disgust flashed in them.
The flower thief's eyes darted around, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a good excuse to cover up his crime, but Ye Moxun wouldn't give him time to make up a story and sprinkled some powder in front of him.
"Speak up, tell me everything you've done in the past." The drug has a hypnotic effect; once under its influence, you'll be completely at someone's mercy and will say whatever they tell you.
The flower thief's eyes were glazed over, his expression dazed, as if he were lost in memories of the past. "Thirty-six years ago, there was a butcher in Chenjia Village who didn't get married until he was over thirty. His family was doing quite well, but not long after his son was born, the butcher died in an accident..."
"What the hell is he talking about?" Song Tantan looked at Ye Moxun speechlessly.
The latter touched the bridge of his nose, feeling guilty, and said, "There might be something wrong with the medicine, so I'm starting from his father's time." He revealed all his past, almost going back eighteen generations.
"Can you ask him to omit all that useless stuff? Who wants to know how he was born, who his parents are? I just want to know how he hurt people." If he keeps going on like this, how long will it take? It might not even be finished by nightfall.
Ye Moxun said that it couldn't be omitted because he had just developed the medicine and didn't know how to control its effects. There was no time to improve it now, so he could only hold his nose and listen to the story.
"Everyone says that widows attract a lot of gossip. To support me, my mother had to have affairs with various men in the village. This behavior aroused the resentment of all the women in the village. They didn't dare to cause trouble for their own husbands, so they came to bother my mother every day. At first, they would argue with her, but later they started hitting her."
Those men just watched as my mother was beaten by their wives, and they didn't do anything to stop it. My mother bore all the blame alone.
"Your mother is truly pitiful, but there's always a reason why someone is pitiful." Song Tantan seemed to have taken a liking to the rest of the story and would occasionally chime in with a comment.
However, the flower thief was unaware that she was talking to him; he was lost in his own world, talking to himself.
"Finally, my mother was driven to her death when I was eight years old. It wasn't enough that they drove her to her death, they also bullied me. The children in the village would beat me whenever they saw me, humiliate me, call my mother a whore, call my father a bastard, and wish me a terrible death."
With his family destroyed and his life cut short, Chen Linchong grew up in hatred, developing a twisted and abnormal mind. He hated the villagers, and even more so the women of the village. He vowed to one day kill everyone in the village and make them pay a heavy price.
He escaped from Chenjia Village and went to the prefectural city to become a beggar. He was bold and fearless, and dared to do anything. At a young age, he killed, stole, and robbed. Later, he was noticed by a so-called Jianghu person who took him home.
That man was actually a pervert, a pedophile, a weirdo with a twisted mind. He was attracted to Chen Linchong's ruthlessness, finding it exciting and thrilling, so he took him home, chained him up, and tortured him day and night.
Chen Linchong was only ten years old that year, but a middle-aged man ruined his innocence and almost killed him. Fortunately, he was quick-witted. During one of the ordeals, he pretended to faint because he couldn't bear it. When the man stopped and was off guard, he strangled him with an iron chain.
Chen Linchong did not run away. Instead, he cut the man into a thousand pieces and burned him until not even ashes remained. He found a lot of money, some knives, and a book in the man's house. It was a martial arts manual with pictures of each move and textual explanations.
He was illiterate, so he learned martial arts by copying the figures in the pictures. Unexpectedly, he actually mastered it. After practicing diligently for five years, he considered himself a master and ready to venture out into the martial world.
In fact, things went as smoothly as he had imagined. He was skilled in martial arts and had excellent lightness skills. Few outside could match him, and even the yamen officials could not catch him. He became increasingly arrogant and reckless, and his evil deeds became more and more outrageous.
In those years, he mainly ran into people's homes in the middle of the night to abduct young virgins or beautiful young women. As long as they were pretty, he would take them away, enjoy them, and then kill them.
When arresting people, he would also take valuables. He lived a carefree life for more than ten years, and the authorities could do nothing about him. Until seven years ago, he took a fancy to one of Duke's concubines. At that time, he did not know that she was Duke's woman, so he dared to steal her.
Duke was ruthless and belligerent by nature, with extremely high combat skills. His subordinates were all brave and skilled in battle, and several of them were also martial arts practitioners with superb kung fu skills. On that occasion, Chen Linchong suffered a great setback and almost lost his life.
However, he managed to escape by sheer luck, though he was seriously injured. With his last breath, he fled to the deep mountains, which is now Songlin Village. He stayed in a cave to recuperate for more than half a year before his injuries were fully healed.
After recovering from his injuries, he found that he couldn't find a way out of the mountains for a while. Helpless, he built a stone house in the mountains and settled there. Although the place was isolated from the world, it was easy to find food to eat. Whether it was wild fruits and vegetables or mushrooms, game was easy to get.
So he made that place his lair. Later, he discovered the Water Curtain Cave at the waterfall, which made him even more satisfied. After recuperating on the mountain for a year, he came out of the mountain again, found a way out, and resumed his profession as a flower thief.
After that incident, he developed a new hobby: collecting women. He would painstakingly bring the women he had played with and killed back to his lair and store them in boxes in a secret room behind the Water Curtain Cave.
According to him, he dug and built the secret room himself, and he also moved the chest in. He said that he put all the things he liked behind the Water Curtain Cave for safekeeping. From what he said, jewelry and bows and arrows were not his favorite things. What he liked most was the woman in the chest.
"You lunatic! The person is dead, hiding him will scare people to death! Don't you have nightmares at night?" Song Zhuiyan was furious, wishing she could smash this bastard's head in.
It was now past 3:45 AM. The flower thief seemed to have come to his senses. After hearing Song Zhuiyan's words, he laughed maniacally, "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have brought those women back. I'm going to hide them. What if they die? They can't go anywhere, they can't even be reincarnated. They'll be mine for all eternity, they'll all be mine."
"He's gone mad, there's nothing more to ask." Hiding so many female corpses just because he liked them, nothing is more incomprehensible than his twisted mentality.
The flower thief was laughing when he suddenly collapsed to the ground with a "bang" and didn't move. It turned out that he had swallowed poison to commit suicide. It was an extremely potent poison that killed him instantly, without even a twitch.
His death was gruesome; blood was flowing from his seven orifices, his eyes were wide open, and his entire face was black—it was unbearable to look at.
"You committed suicide but you died with your eyes open, what good will it do you if you refuse to close them?" Song Tantan covered her eyes with her two fat hands, but kept muttering to herself.
Later, Zhong Qingyi moved Chen Linchong to an open space, gathered a pile of branches and dry grass, lit them, and cremated him. Chen Linchong had too many lives on his hands, and he deserved to die; it was not an exaggeration to grind his bones to ashes.
In modern times, this is cremation, but in ancient times it was called scattering ashes.
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