The man retched for a while, his whole body collapsed on the ground. Su He picked up the syringe on the ground and opened the black bag again. He found several sets of clothes inside, as well as some surgical instruments.
Su He first checked that the man had no other weapons on him, then dragged him to the hut from just now.
In the room, Su He casually threw him on the ground, found the light switch, and it lit up at once.
The man blocked the light with his hand, crawled on the ground and shivered, showing no sign that he was a perverted killer.
After checking the woman's breath and pulse, Su He sighed, got up and walked to the front of the man, dragged him to the woman's side, and roared angrily: "Open your eyes and see, she's only in her twenties! Why did you have to kill her?"
The man opened his eyes and made a hoarse laugh: "Ghosts possess the weak, Buddhas test the kind, I have already paid the price for my weakness and kindness. I didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, officer. If you are really Huang Huotu, you might as well grant me death!"
By now Su He had taken off his mask. The man on the ground looked at him, and suddenly a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
"Let you down, I'm not Huang Huotu. I won't kill you either. What awaits you is the punishment of the law and the cold bullets!"
"Scumbag like you still wants to ascend to immortality?"
The woman on the ground smiled, but her eyes were full of horror, feeling the blood draining from her body, time slipping away before her eyes, witnessing her own death first-hand, how cruel!
Su He wished he could kill him right away. The man should be grateful that this is a society ruled by law.
"Cough cough..." The man coughed a few times, looked up at Su He, and babbled: "Life is a grand theater. Some people act with you, you act for others to watch. There’re applause when it gets interesting, and if it’s really bad, you can still enjoy it alone... I didn't expect to be caught alive by you. What a pity, what a pity..."
"Madman!" That was the only word Su He could utter. The man looked as if he had escaped from a mental hospital.
That made sense. Who else could have killed seven people in such extremely cruel ways without some mental illness?
The man wanted to sit up, but Su He kicked him back down and glared at him: "Behave yourself!"
The man lay on the ground, his eyes suddenly fierce as he stared at Su He.
Su He went up and slapped him hard on the face, scolding: "Who are you glaring at? Believe it or not, I’ll dig your eyeballs out to play marbles?"
The man's eyes softened at once. Su He muttered: "Look at you, a coward."
"They deserved to die!" The man suddenly said.
"Nonsense! Washing feet and massaging don’t cost one’s dignity. There’re so many foot massage women, do they all deserve death?"
The man looked up, his eyes bloodshot: "She was my ex-wife..."
"Damn you, don’t you have any conscience left..." Su He didn’t expect the man to kill even his ex-wife just because she worked at a foot massage parlor.
Seeing that the man didn’t speak, Su He asked, “What about Wei Qiang? Why did you kill him?”
"Didn't you police guess? Disembowelment Prison, the third of Twin Pupils. Five years ago, Wei Qiang killed my dog and ate it. I went to find him and he beat me up... So he deserved to die too! "
"Eight years ago, I was the chief surgeon at Capital People's Hospital. Once there was a child badly injured in a car accident in urgent need of surgery. I had just got ready when the president Ma Yihong asked me to do another operation, for a wealthy businessman... I refused, did the surgery for the child first, and later that businessman died. Ma Yihong held a personal grudge and drove me out of the hospital... He deserved to die too!"
"As for Zhang Dada, I had no enmity with him. Just to make up the number for the Five Prisons, I chose him... He had a brain tumor before, and I performed the surgery for him. He’d had persistent headaches ever since... Over the years he kept in touch with me..."
No wonder Zhou Bing had checked all the hospitals and clinics in the capital without finding any clues. The murderer had long been dismissed by the hospital.
"But you really wanted to ascend to immortality?" Su He wondered.
The man laughed as if he had heard the best joke ever: "Ascend? If killing could make one immortal, how chaotic would heaven be?"
"As I said before, I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but I believe in karma. The world is sick, and I'm a doctor... that's all..."
You're no doctor, you're the devil... Su He didn’t sympathize with the man at all. The man's thinking and behavior were too extreme. We have no right to deprive a person of the right to live, even if the other party is at fault. Death should not be the price.
"You have gathered all five prisons from Twin Pupils. Why did you keep killing?" Su He glared at the man.
"When I saw you police acting with me on TV, I suddenly wanted to keep playing..."
"Anyway I’m going to die. I thought my plan was seamless, didn't expect you to catch me after all..."
"Can you tell me where I revealed my flaw?"
Su He stared blankly at the man on the ground. Just because he acted as Huang Huotu, the man kept indiscriminately killing innocent people?
With frustration pent up in his chest, Su He felt like he could hardly breathe. He had thought he was solving cases, but because of his suggestion, people were brutally murdered.
Did that mean these two women died because of him?
At this moment, the police rushed in. Zhou Bing saw the lost and desperate Su He, and asked, "Su He, are you okay?"
Su He smiled bleakly and shook his head: "Officer Zhou, I'm fine. I’ll leave the rest to you guys. I'm tired, going home to rest first... See you tomorrow morning for the statement..."
Zhou Bing watched Su He's dejected back, wondering what had happened. A woman lay dead on the ground, a man curled up on the floor, skinny and sallow, still with slap marks on his face - was this the murderer?
A man who looked terminally ill had actually committed such atrocities!
"Take him away!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
