In the cramped, closed room, Duan Lie was lying on a table, his limbs tied straight with ropes in a spread eagle position.
Su Mo was wearing black clothes and a blood-red cloak, with a pure black featureless mask covering his face. As Duan Lie opened his eyes, Su Mo slowly got up from his chair.
He walked to Duan Lie's side, tilting his head as he looked at Duan Lie: "You can actually feel fear too?"
Duan Lie made "mm mm mm" sounds from his mouth, not knowing what he was trying to express.
Su Mo did not care and simply nodded to himself: "That makes sense. Even if you're a freak serial killer, your biological instincts still kick in when facing death."
After saying that, he took out Duan Lie's phone, then leaned his head against Duan Lie's as he wanted to smile, but suddenly remembered he had a mask on - Su Mo felt it was a pity no one could see his smile.
Then in a low voice he said: "Come, smile for a photo, let's take one together."
After speaking, he used Duan Lie's phone to take a photo. After taking the photo, he looked at the result, mumbling to himself: "Not bad, just that your expression isn't great. You should be smiling more, smiling really freakishly..."
Next, using Duan Lie's account, he posted this photo on Tiger Sounds, with an accompanying message: The culprit behind the Xikang City Dismemberment Serial Murder case, Duan Lie, has been sentenced.
After posting it out, he took out the phone card and carefully placed the phone together with the card on a nearby cabinet.
Having done all that, Su Mo leisurely stretched. Somewhat lazily he said: "Alright, let's start too."
Then he closed his eyes slightly, with 98 strands appearing in his mind - one strand was glowing red, which he controlled and pulled it out from the seal.
The next moment, Su Mo opened his eyes again. His perspective changed - in his eyes Duan Lie seemed like a disordered puzzle, very inconsistent and uncomfortable.
Beneath the mask, his expression was pained yet filled with viciousness. He picked up a carving knife next to him, then walked to Duan Lie's side.
Looking at Duan Lie whose body kept struggling with an expression of extreme horror, Su Mo seemed to hear Duan Lie saying: "Quickly help me, help me become whole, help me become orderly..."
Su Mo murmured: "Don't rush, I'll help you right away. It'll hurt a bit, but it'll pass, just endure it..."
After speaking, he sized up Duan Lie's thighs with the knife, comparing back and forth a few times before finally deciding on the best spot. Then he raised the carving knife high up and swung down fiercely.
Blood splattered everywhere, painting the world a crimson red. The corners of Su Mo's mouth uncontrollably lifted as he again raised his knife up high before swinging down hard once more.
At the first knife stroke Duan Lie's eyes were already filled with red lines, bulging outwards as he fainted dead away, unlikely to ever wake up again.
Gradually, the thigh got cut off. Su Mo finally saw an orderly scene and started chuckling lowly, an eerie laughter seeping out despite it not being loud.
Then his actions sped up as he started on the second leg, followed by the right arm, left arm. After cutting off Duan Lie's four limbs, he looked dissatisifedly at the neck area.
Walking to the neck, gripping the knife with both hands, he finally felt relief after slicing it through - Duan Lie was finally complete.
At this time, the pungent bloody smell in the room stimulated Su Mo's nerves. He reveled in it, starting to dance gracefully around the room.
Looking at the quartered corpse, he felt a happiness like never before, a bliss that surpassed all joy, leaving him intoxicated.
His strong self-awareness forcibly halted his expanding emotions - he was afraid of being too deeply affected and causing himself problems, so Su Mo continued with his tasks.
Using the prepared alcohol, he started cleaning the wounds before cauterizing them with fire, to prevent more bleeding.
Then about an hour later, the six body parts were fully processed by Su Mo.
He placed the torso on the table, then packaged up the other five parts neatly in prepared bags, and started cleaning up the scene.
Of course he wasn't cleaning up blood stains - that was outright impossible with the sheer amount. What he cleaned were possible traces he might have left behind himself - an easy job.
With no surveillance, gloved hands and feet and a mask on, all that was left were these clothes. After changing out of them he immediately doused them in gasoline and burnt them cleanly with no trace left.
After the scene was cleaned up, around two o'clock, he brought the other body parts out to complete the final step.
Duan Lie's 4 victims - each had their own separate crime scene. Su Mo brought the parts to every one of those scenes, dumping the four limbs down accordingly.
Finally, using Duan Lie's keys, carrying Duan Lie's head, he went to Duan Lie's home.
Smoothly unlocking the door, he placed the head on the coffee table. Next to the head he put down a piece of paper, with a skull symbol on it and the five words inscribed: Night Tribunal's Judgement.
Next, using a strand of wire he tied the inner lock in a slip knot, then exited the room closing the door. Outside, he pulled on the wire, locking the inner door.
Lastly he changed the direction of the wire and gave it a harsh pull, snapping the wire out. Thus, a perfect sealed room was completed.
Su Mo gave a small satisfied nod, thinking to himself: "This is true art."
He had shattered Duan Lie into six portions - four limbs across his four separate crime scenes, torso at an abandoned delivery station, and head at home. To Duan Lie this was very fitting, it was unfortunate he would never know.
To give the entire ceremony greater artistic meaning, not only did Su Mo not leave the slightest clue, he prepared a sealed room puzzle for the police - he felt this was very interesting.
Glancing at the time showing almost four in the morning, perfect timing - he calmly made his way towards the archives.
Returning to the archives, humming a cheerful tune, Su Mo enjoyed a nice warm shower. After showering he contentedly went to bed and fell asleep.
"My name is Duan Lie, my memories start from when I was 5 years old. Since I gained awareness, I knew my family was rich. Dad did business in the county, mom stayed home to take care of me.
However, my parents quarreled very often, almost every day. I felt very sad and annoyed - my ears never had peace and quiet, with dad and mom's fights filling my brain every night as I slept.
After quarrelling, dad would typically go out and not come back anymore that day. I didn't know what he went out to do.
As for mom, she would hug me and cry bitterly, saying some things I didn't fully comprehend, though I still remembered parts - stuff about dad having affairs out there, gambling, and so on.
Initially on seeing mom so heartbroken, I would still comfort her. But gradually, mom started bringing a man home frequently. I knew mom had done wrong.
Yet I didn't dare to tell dad, afraid that he would divorce mom - that would make me very sad."
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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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
