Over the next three days, Su Mo kept following Xie Kun from afar, but Xie Kun was very alert, so Su Mo didn't dare appear in Xie Kun's field of vision and could only track his whereabouts through positioning.
In these three days, Su Mo didn't gain much substantial information, but his suspicion of Xie Kun grew even more, because Xie Kun's behavior was a bit strange—on the surface there was nothing unusual, but when you thought about it carefully, it was extremely horrifying.
Once, when Xie Kun went to collect garbage, the customer thought the price was too cheap and wanted to raise it. After symbolically refusing twice, Xie Kun agreed.
Another time, Xie Kun went to eat lunch and ordered a vegetable noodle dish. Seeing that he looked pitiful, the boss kindly brought him a bowl of beef noodles with lots of beef instead.
Xie Kun's face darkened instantly, and he got up and left. It was obvious that the boss felt very wronged and might never show kindness again.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost New Year's Eve, and tomorrow would be the 30th day of the 12th lunar month. The entire Lin'an was filled with joy everywhere, and crowds of people surged excitedly.
That night, lying in bed, Su Mo looked forward to it—because if his guess was right, if Xie Kun really was a man-eating monster, then tomorrow, Xie Kun would most likely commit murder again.
The reason was simple. Su Mo understood these perverts. New Year's Eve had arrived, and even a murderer needed to celebrate.
So the question was, how would a man-eating monster choose to celebrate? How would he spend this wonderful New Year's Eve? The answer was obvious—by eating fresh, delicious food, of course.
During this time, the police in Lin'an had also been driven to distraction. They knew clearly that the man-eating monster had started committing murders again.
But in order not to make a big deal out of it and to keep the people of Lin'an from panicking, this case had always been suppressed. Externally, they only called them missing person cases, and they deliberately blocked information.
But in these two months, they had been working overtime, searching and investigating everywhere, yet in the end they didn't find any useful clues. They didn't even know where those missing people had disappeared, and the police were helpless.
Today was New Year's Eve, and everyone could finally relax for a day, so ninety percent of the police force had already taken leave and gone home to celebrate the new year.
Since coming to Lin'an, Wang Jian found that his life wasn't much different from before.
His parents left early and came back late, exchanged barely a few words after coming home before going to their room to sleep.
As for him, he usually didn't go out much either, spending most of his time at home playing games and browsing forums and social media. Occasionally he would also go to various platforms to show off.
That morning before his parents left, his mother said to him, "Jian'er, remember to go buy groceries, oh, and don't forget the seasonings either. We're running low at home."
"Okay, Mom," Wang Jian reluctantly replied.
Going out on such a cold day really wasn't comfortable, plus having to go to the farmers' market to buy things—he had absolutely no interest in that. But there was no other way; his parents would get off work around eight o'clock, so he had to be the one to go shopping.
However, he wouldn't go in the morning, mainly because he didn't want to get up so early when it was so cold. He decided to go in the afternoon, and even later in the afternoon when there would be fewer people and no need to wait in line.
After staying home and playing until around four in the afternoon, he finally went out wrapped in a thick down jacket.
His home was on the edge of the northern district, not far from a produce market. The infrastructure in this area was very shabby, but there were a lot of people, mostly migrant workers from out of town.
On the way from his house to the market, he would pass through a small shantytown area with many small alleys. In the past, there had been many streetwalkers here, but frequent police raids had reduced their presence.
It was after four in the afternoon now, and the sky was somewhat gloomy. There were few passersby, since most people who needed to buy groceries had already done so early. Latecomers like Wang Jian going shopping at four in the afternoon were rare indeed.
After entering the shantytown area, he began looking left and right—this was his habit, he would always look all around as he walked, which was also how he had discovered those previous two crime scenes.
Suddenly he saw a man in one alley who appeared to be tinkering with his car—one look was enough to know he was a junk collector.
The man also turned his head and looked at Wang Jian, flashing him a smile and waving him over.
Wang Jian looked at the man's legs and saw from his standing posture that he was clearly disabled.
With a kind heart, he walked over without any hesitation, asking as he approached, "Uncle, what happened here? Did your car break down?"
"Ah, I just drove the car here and it stalled. Don't know what went wrong," Xie Kun sighed.
By this time, Wang Jian had arrived at Xie Kun's side. He went to the engine and bent over peering at it. Actually he didn't understand any of it, but as a show off he still had to put on a performance.
Just then, after looking left and right and seeing no one around, Xie Kun swiftly took out a stun gun and jammed it against Wang Jian's neck. Wang Jian's eyes rolled back instantly and he fainted.
Xie Kun then grabbed Wang Jian with both hands and tossed him directly into the carriage, moving very quickly and smoothly. If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they might not believe that a cripple could easily lift up a chubby little guy like that without any apparent effort.
After throwing Wang Jian onto the carriage, he placed him at the very bottom, with various paper shells and garbage covering and burying him completely.
Fortunately, the garbage covering Wang Jian didn't prevent him from breathing, otherwise that would have been the end.
Having done all this, Xie Kun then calmly and unhurriedly, with a tranquil expression, headed out. Along the way, he even picked up a few bottles, in an extremely good mood.
There were no surveillance cameras in this area to begin with, and with the coming and going of so many shady characters here, no one paid any attention to the crippled junk collector.
Except Su Mo. He had been following Xie Kun from a distance since the morning.
Just now, when he saw the chubby young man heading toward the alley where Xie Kun was, Su Mo didn't follow. He was afraid of startling the prey.
And when he saw this scene, he smiled, feeling that Xie Kun was about to make his move.
The reason was simple. Man-eating monsters think differently from normal people—to them, people were no different than pigs. The fatter the person, the more delicious they appeared to these monsters, arousing their hunger even more.
Therefore, when the chubby guy entered the alley, Su Mo guessed that he would most likely be knocked out and taken away.
The result was similar to what Su Mo expected—after more than 10 minutes the chubby guy still didn't come out. And the GPS showed Xie Kun was on the move, so he immediately followed.
At the same time, Su Mo suddenly felt that silhouette seemed familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember for the moment. Pushing aside distracting thoughts, he set out after Xie Kun.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
