Chapter 6: The Girl’s Method of Killing
After finishing her daily homework, Leng Qing Qiu put away her practice books and pen. She stood up and looked beside her.
The white-haired girl had already fallen sound asleep, her body slumped to one side of the sofa. She looked even more fragile when asleep.
“…Tsk, even though she’s changed a bit, she’s still so foolish.”
Shaking her head to herself, Leng Qing Qiu leaned down and squeezed Lu Zhiyin’s face. The girl didn’t react at all, sleeping peacefully.
In her memory, her childhood friend seemed to always be trusting of others, so naive. Although she had distanced herself for a while after losing her parents and her legs, she figured it was just out of petty pride, not wanting to rely on her too much.
Regardless, her childhood friend was one of the few good citizens in this city of sin, a good citizen who had never done a single bad deed. Because of this, Leng Qing Qiu had no intention of killing her.
Confirming that Lu Zhiyin showed no signs of waking up, Leng Qing Qiu slowly walked towards her bedroom.
She felt the pocket of her school uniform, took out her bedroom key, and opened the door. The first thing that greeted her was a room full of girlish charm.
Pink wallpaper, and a wide twin bed covered with light blue bedding printed with bear patterns.
Beside the bed was a snow-white wardrobe, and directly opposite the foot of the bed was a window with pink curtains.
Facing the entrance was a pink plastic desk, on which sat a white laptop computer.
The computer stored photos of all her victims since her first kill.
She didn’t actually like the room’s decor. She considered herself too old for pink, flowery things. The reason she had decorated her bedroom this way was simply to better hide her dark side, the one that could never be revealed to others.
In the past, her childhood friend—that is, Lu Zhiyin—actually visited her home quite often. She vaguely recalled that although she was already killing people back then, it was nowhere near as frequent as it was now.
With a small bout of nostalgia for the past, Leng Qing Qiu opened the wardrobe and changed into a yellow raincoat and a pair of plastic rain boots. Rubber gloves were, of course, also a necessity.
After completing her preparations, Leng Qing Qiu closed the wardrobe and easily moved the twin bed in the room, revealing a hidden door beneath it.
It was hard to imagine such a beautiful girl possessing such monstrous strength.
Opening the hidden door under the bed, Leng Qing Qiu descended the stairs before her into the basement used for dismembering her prey.
The stairs were not long. After all, although she wasn’t short on money, she wasn’t exactly rich either, and simply didn’t have the means to dig the basement any deeper.
Walking slowly down the stairs, Leng Qing Qiu turned on the basement light.
The dim yellow light illuminated the basement.
The basement walls were rather bare. The only things worth noting were probably the nails on the walls and the tools hanging from them.
Boning knives, scalpels, cleavers—all sorts of knives were available. In addition to knives, there were whips covered in iron nails, axes and hammers that looked heavy just by looking at them, and even a chainsaw hanging in the most conspicuous place.
Without paying too much attention to these things, Leng Qing Qiu looked at a fishing net hanging in the corner of the room. The mesh of the net was only the size of a person’s fingernail.
Leng Qing Qiu hadn’t used that net in a long time. Usually, she only used that fishing net on people who were extremely wicked.
When the net was placed over a person and tightened, their flesh would bulge slightly through the mesh openings. Then, Leng Qing Qiu could easily shave slivers of the sinner’s flesh off the net with a small knife.
This method allowed people to experience pain to the fullest.
“…”
Silently, Leng Qing Qiu moved her gaze away from the tools and fixed it on the platform bed in the center of the basement.
On the rusty bed, a bald man in tattered clothes was tightly bound with steel wire.
Leng Qing Qiu walked slowly towards the man, recalling how she had captured him as she walked.
Last night, she had gone alone to a small bar near the residential area and pretended to be drunk. Soon after, this raggedly dressed man had pretended to know her and tried to take her away.
After being led into an alley by the man in a feigned manner, Leng Qing Qiu easily incapacitated him with a dose of a potent anesthetic.
Often, those who appear to be prey are the real hunters.
Her memory finished, Leng Qing Qiu had arrived at the bedside.
The man on the bed seemed to have sensed Leng Qing Qiu’s arrival and began to struggle violently. His movements caused the platform bed to shake violently, emitting a piercing noise.
“You! Let me go! Who are you? Why did you ambush me? You bastard, you slut! Don’t come any closer! I’m warning you, my boss is the third in command of the Black Hand Syndicate! If you dare touch me, my boss will kill your whole family!”
While struggling, the man shouted loudly in his extremely rough voice.
As for the Black Hand Syndicate he mentioned, it was merely a third-rate thug gang in the residential area, not worth mentioning.
Although she wasn’t particularly afraid of the gang the man mentioned, Leng Qing Qiu still frowned at his curses. Normally, she wouldn’t feel anything; on the contrary, she would feel excited by her prey’s struggle. But not today, as she had a guest at home.
To ensure Lu Zhiyin’s well-being, Leng Qing Qiu had given her a smaller dose of the drug than she normally would.
“Hey, listen here, mister. Weren’t you quite calm when you were picking up strays outside the bar? What are you afraid of?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Leng Qing Qiu took out a cleaver, meticulously sharpened, from beneath the platform bed.
This knife had dealt with quite a few people for her. Although she maintained it well, a faint smell of blood could still be detected on the blade.
Today, Leng Qing Qiu didn’t want to waste too much time. To prevent the man from continuing his noisy screams, Leng Qing Qiu grasped the man’s chin, pulled out his tongue, and without pause, severed it, tossing it to the side of the bed, not forgetting to stomp on it twice.
Red blood continuously flowed from the man’s mouth, splattering her rubber gloves with bloodstains. However, Leng Qing Qiu didn’t bother with such minor issues. What was more troublesome was that the man’s struggles became more violent due to the pain, causing the platform bed to sway precariously, as if it would fall apart at any moment.
“…Tsk, I originally wanted to let you live for another half an hour, but it seems that’s not possible now.”
Thinking of her childhood friend at home, Leng Qing Qiu felt somewhat disappointed, and her mood soured.
She switched to a heavier cleaver, gripped the handle, and aimed at the man’s neck. She spread her legs, leaned back, relaxing as much as possible.
Then, with a sudden burst of strength from her entire body, she brought the cleaver down. As warm blood splattered out, the man’s head rolled off the platform bed.
The man’s body twitched for a moment before becoming still.
Wiping the blood that had splashed onto her face, Leng Qing Qiu prepared to begin the cleanup work.
Cooking the corpse, then keeping what needed to be kept and discarding what needed to be discarded, followed by cleaning the basement and the bloodstains on herself. She would also need to use an air freshener to mask the smell of blood in the basement and the strange odor of the cooked corpse.
In short, there were still many things to do tonight, and it would likely be another sleepless night.
