Chapter 55: First Murder
Leng Qing Qiu pushed Lu Zhiyin’s wheelchair closer, then moved to the wall, her gaze sweeping across the various tools hanging there.
“What do you want? A hook, a dagger, or a cleaver?”
She asked Lu Zhiyin while searching for a suitable tool.
As for Lu Zhiyin, she paid no attention to Leng Qing Qiu’s question, staring blankly at the person on the iron bedstead.
The person’s eyes were filled with terror, with faint bloodshot threads in them. His body struggled incessantly, but Leng Qing Qiu had bound him tightly with chains. After a whole night, his strength seemed to be nearly exhausted. The man’s struggles only caused the iron bedstead to shake slightly, without even much sound.
“Am I… really going to kill someone…?”
Clenching her hands, Lu Zhiyin had truly never imagined she would do such a thing one day.
In her previous life, she was genuinely pure and kind. She might have committed countless sins in games, but she had never actually harmed anyone.
The concept that murder is illegal was deeply ingrained in Lu Zhiyin’s heart.
She looked at the man in front of her, and memories of how he had chased her and how he had beaten and tortured her the previous night flashed through her mind.
She hated this man. When she was being beaten, besides being scared, she had also thought about getting revenge if she had the chance, tearing the man to shreds.
However, when it came to actually killing him, she completely lost her nerve.
“…Whew…”
Taking a deep breath, Lu Zhiyin tried to calm herself and turned her head to look at Leng Qing Qiu.
The brown-haired girl was currently engrossed in selecting tools, occasionally taking a blade from the wall and weighing it.
Looking at the enthusiastic Leng Qing Qiu, Lu Zhiyin pursed her lips.
If she told Leng Qing Qiu that she couldn’t go through with it, what would Leng Qing Qiu do to her? Lu Zhiyin didn’t know…
She closed her eyes, her hands clenching tighter and tighter, almost to the point of hurting herself.
“It’s okay… it’s okay, it’s just a game world…”
Lu Zhiyin softly murmured to herself, trying to soothe herself, but her heart was still irrepressibly flustered.
“What are you talking about?”
Turning her head, Leng Qing Qiu looked at Lu Zhiyin.
“No, nothing…”
Shaking her head, Lu Zhiyin attempted to force a smile, but she really had no experience in this, so her expression looked rather strange.
“Well, if Zhiyin doesn’t know what to use, just use the one I picked for you.”
Holding two gleaming daggers, Leng Qing Qiu came to the bedside.
She slipped one dagger into Lu Zhiyin’s right palm, while holding the other herself and idly playing with it.
“Whew…”
Taking another deep breath, Lu Zhiyin brought the dagger in her hand closer.
The dagger was about two fingers wide and ten centimeters long, double-edged. The blade reflected the light, somewhat dazzling.
The handle of the dagger was wooden, with no visible nails on the outside, and it felt surprisingly good in her hand.
Holding the dagger, and then looking at the terrified man on the bed, Lu Zhiyin slowly moved the dagger towards the man’s chest. As the dagger hovered directly above the man’s chest, the man visibly became more panicked.
He struggled again, and this time his struggles were visibly much greater than ever before, causing the bedstead to creak and groan.
“Gulp…”
Swallowing, Lu Zhiyin became increasingly nervous and flustered. The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.
“Don’t be afraid. Think about what this person did to you last night. If I weren’t here, and if you were an ordinary woman, wouldn’t you have truly been violated by him? Go ahead and do it. He deserves this calamity.”
While speaking comforting words to Lu Zhiyin, Leng Qing Qiu put down the dagger in her hand and then grabbed Lu Zhiyin’s right hand.
She didn’t believe that her few words could make Lu Zhiyin decide to kill this scumbag in front of her, so she decided to help Lu Zhiyin herself.
Her palm slowly pressed down with force, pushing Lu Zhiyin’s right hand down. Leng Qing Qiu didn’t pay attention to the man’s expression, her entire attention focused on her childhood friend’s face.
She saw a few beads of sweat appear on Lu Zhiyin’s forehead, and there was some resistance in her hand.
As the dagger moved lower, Leng Qing Qiu saw more and more sweat on Lu Zhiyin’s face.
Soon, the very tip of the dagger had touched the man’s chest, and the resistance from Lu Zhiyin had reached its maximum.
“…Hmm~”
Smiling faintly, Leng Qing Qiu gave a sudden push, and the dagger plunged in completely, its blade disappearing into the man’s body.
“Ah…”
Accompanied by Lu Zhiyin’s somewhat dazed voice, intense pain rapidly spread throughout the man’s body.
Lu Zhiyin saw the man’s bloodshot eyes widen, veins bulging on his forehead, and he struggled violently again.
“Mmm… mmm!”
Because his mouth was gagged, the man could only let out muffled sounds, but through the taut chains due to his struggles, it was clear that the man was in extreme pain.
His struggles could not alleviate the pain; instead, they caused the dagger inserted into his body to shift, bringing him more agony.
“…”
Silently, while Lu Zhiyin was in a daze, Leng Qing Qiu pulled out the dagger for her.
Bright red blood gushed out, and crimson blood splattered onto Lu Zhiyin’s body and face.
“Ah… ah…”
Still unable to believe that she had actually plunged a dagger into someone’s body, Lu Zhiyin dazedly touched her face, smelling the thick scent of blood filling the air.
Her fingertips were still warm and somewhat sticky with blood.
Lu Zhiyin felt dizzy and almost fainted.
Had she, the one who killed, truly been herself?
“Well done. However, you aimed a bit off. If you don’t deliver the finishing blow, he’ll be in pain for a while longer.”
Leng Qing Qiu’s words jolted Lu Zhiyin out of her daze. She moved the blood-stained dagger to a new position, pointing the tip directly at the heart.
“Now, let’s finish him.”
Placing Lu Zhiyin’s right hand back on the handle, Leng Qing Qiu watched her leisurely.
“Okay… okay…”
Dazed, Lu Zhiyin agreed to Leng Qing Qiu. She glanced at the man’s pained face, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and applied strength to her hand.
With a slight “plop” sound, she pulled out the dagger, and another spurt of blood sprayed out.
The smell of blood in the air became even more potent. The man on the bed struggled a couple more times, making the chains clatter, and then quickly stopped breathing.
As the sounds subsided, Lu Zhiyin realized that she had truly taken a life.
Although it was somewhat forced by Leng Qing Qiu, Lu Zhiyin’s heart still felt a twinge of torment.
“I… I really am a coward…”
Murmuring to herself, Lu Zhiyin didn’t open her eyes. She dared not look at the man’s dead state.
As Lu Zhiyin killed the man, Leng Qing Qiu felt a little more at ease.
Now, Lu Zhiyin was finally truly on the same page as herself, right?
Looking at Lu Zhiyin, who had her eyes closed and was covered in blood, Leng Qing Qiu’s feelings were somewhat complicated.
Was it right to tarnish such a pure white flower in this terrible world? She didn’t know.
