Chapter 57: The Girl’s Funeral
Unlike the peace within the deity’s small space.
In the dark living room, Long Qinxin tightly held the girl’s corpse. She didn’t know how much time had passed, a day? Or two days?
She didn’t know, she didn’t dare to let go, nor did she dare to sleep, as if the girl in her arms would disappear if she let go.
“…Why…”
Muttering to herself, Long Qinxin’s eyes were sore and her throat was hoarse. She couldn’t cry anymore.
“Why abandon me…”
Without knowing how many times she asked this question, the cold body of the girl in her arms still did not respond.
The blood had long since solidified, but her nostrils were still filled with the pungent smell of blood.
She actually knew the reason why Lu Zhiyin committed suicide. It was all her fault.
It was she who liked her without permission, and she who broke through her defenses without permission, but it was Lu Zhiyin who was hurt.
Long Qinxin held Lu Zhiyin, and she carefully placed the blood-stained corpse of the girl into the bathtub in the bathroom.
She cleaned the girl’s body and changed her into a clean white shirt and white skirt.
The wound on her neck was hidden by a white gauze neck ring.
Long Qinxin tidied up her emotions and finally accepted the reality.
What she had to consider now was whether to bury Lu Zhiyin properly or find a way to preserve her body.
After several hours of agonizing thought, Long Qinxin finally decided to bury Lu Zhiyin.
She did not want to desecrate the dead.
She spent a lot of money to buy an expensive coffin, placed Lu Zhiyin in the coffin, and found someone to transport the coffin to the outskirts of the city.
She remembered that Lu Zhiyin had told her that she liked wheat fields. Although she didn’t know if that was a lie, Long Qinxin still decided to bury her by the wheat fields.
At least, it was much quieter outside the city and she wouldn’t be disturbed.
In Long Qinxin’s impression, Lu Zhiyin had no family and few friends, so the girl’s funeral was also very simple.
Long Qinxin informed the only few people Lu Zhiyin was familiar with about Lu Zhiyin’s death, regardless of whether Lu Zhiyin hated or loved these people.
Qin An, Zhu Qing, and Leng Qing Qiu.
These were the only people, besides Long Qinxin, who came to attend Lu Zhiyin’s funeral. Two of them were Lu Zhiyin’s enemies, and one was a senior who had only met a few times and couldn’t even be considered a friend.
Meeting the few people Lu Zhiyin knew, Long Qinxin’s mind went blank. The guilt in her heart grew heavier, and her eyes inexplicably began to feel sore.
What kind of person was Lu Zhiyin at first? The girl’s frail image reappeared in her mind. Who had made the formerly kind girl, who would stand in front of others even if she was afraid, become like this?
It could be confirmed that she had a share of the responsibility.
Her body lost strength again, and Long Qinxin knelt before the coffin that had not yet been placed in the pit.
“…”
Compared to Long Qinxin, Qin An was much calmer. She was just a bit dazed, supporting her forehead, and staring blankly at the coffin in front of her.
Not long after she confessed, the object of her confession passed away, and Qin An’s heart felt a little empty.
She hadn’t been able to make up for the bullying she had suffered, nor had she gained Lu Zhiyin’s forgiveness.
Who killed Lu Zhiyin? Long Qinxin? Leng Qing Qiu? Or herself?
Qin An thought that the greatest responsibility should be hers.
Qin An did not cry. She just stood there blankly, looking at the coffin without saying a word.
Every moment she bickered with Lu Zhiyin reappeared in her mind, her care for herself in life, her courage to risk everything to get promoted.
She hadn’t spent much time with Lu Zhiyin, but she was indeed a little fascinated.
Now, her heart felt like a piece of it was missing.
“…How could this be? Why did she commit suicide? She just told me she would find me…”
Leng Qing Qiu was the most agitated of the four. She clenched her fists, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks.
Her vision was blurred by tears, and Leng Qing Qiu forced herself to look away from the coffin. She looked at Long Qinxin.
She thought, it must be Long Qinxin, right? It must be Long Qinxin who caused Lu Zhiyin to die, right? Otherwise, how could Long Qinxin be the first to know that Lu Zhiyin was dead?
She took a few steps forward, grabbed Long Qinxin’s shoulder, and lifted her up.
“It was you, it was you who killed her.”
Just as she recognized her love, she lost the person she loved again, and Leng Qing Qiu became a little hysterical.
She had always been a lunatic, and it was within expectations that she would do something extreme.
Long Qinxin guessed that Leng Qing Qiu would cause trouble for her.
She did not resist.
“…Yes… It was me, I killed her.”
Long Qinxin confessed without reservation.
Then Leng Qing Qiu’s anger burned even more fiercely. She grabbed Long Qinxin’s neck and pushed Long Qinxin, who was much shorter than her, into the grave dug for Lu Zhiyin.
“…Why…”
She raised her fist.
“Why, don’t you like her? Didn’t you say you would protect her before? Is this how you protected her? Why? Tell me, what did you do? Speak, are you mute?”
Her fists rained down, hitting Long Qinxin’s face and body.
Leng Qing Qiu’s feelings for Lu Zhiyin were the strongest among everyone present. Unlike others, Leng Qing Qiu and Lu Zhiyin were childhood friends. Long before Lu Zhiyin arrived, Leng Qing Qiu had spent more than ten years with the original host.
“…”
Long Qinxin remained silent. She did not resist, letting Leng Qing Qiu beat her. It was as if the pain could lessen her guilt.
“…Ugh… ugh… ugh…”
Perhaps tired from hitting, Leng Qing Qiu panted. She got up from Long Qinxin, threw her out of the grave, and then climbed out herself.
“You should be glad that I promised Zhiyin that I wouldn’t do anything illegal anymore. Otherwise, I would definitely kill you.”
Wiping away her tears, Leng Qing Qiu said harshly with a sob.
Long Qinxin remained silent. Her whole body was almost falling apart, and there was a sweetish taste in her mouth.
Hardening herself to get up, Long Qinxin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then knelt back before the coffin.
“Did classmate Lu Zhiyin die?”
Zhu Qing had the shallowest relationship with Lu Zhiyin among everyone. She had come to attend a classmate’s funeral, but she didn’t expect to see such a farce.
The death of a young life made Zhu Qing feel a bit sad, and the people arguing in front of the deceased’s body annoyed her even more.
She closed her eyes. She couldn’t say that she had no regrets about Lu Zhiyin’s passing.
Zhu Qing quite admired this junior. She was disabled but determined.
“Sigh…”
She sighed.
“I said, why don’t you let classmate Lu Zhiyin be buried first?”
This farce ended with Zhu Qing’s casual remark.
Qin An agreed with her suggestion, and Long Qinxin had no objection. She was going to bury Lu Zhiyin anyway.
As for Leng Qing Qiu, she had thought about keeping Lu Zhiyin’s body at her home, but in the end, it came to nothing.
After a meaningless farce, Lu Zhiyin’s coffin was interred. The tombstone that Long Qinxin had custom-ordered was also delivered here.
Volume 4: The Last Target
