Chapter 245 Chapter 239 Sin
In the live broadcast room, a white man sat bare-chested, slumped in a computer chair, holding a rifle filled with names in one hand, while the constantly updating comment section was filled with “heroes” rising.
The perspective shifted, and on Ji Ma’s Twitter, a large image was updated, filled with names, with an astonishing number of retweets, and a very high number of comments, much more than the likes.
As the video ended, a line of text appeared:
“Summary of events on January 3, Year 2 of the Demon’s Arrival, preliminary statistics show 131 victims…”
George slid his finger across the tablet screen, copying the video file into a folder named “Evidence,” and checked the folder’s properties, which already indicated a size of 524GB.
Inside were solid pieces of evidence.
“The psychiatric hospital in Qingshan has arrived. Please get off the bus if you’re getting off…”
An old lady boarded the bus. George stood up and held back a young man who was trying to take up the seat, letting the elderly woman sit down, and slowly squeezed through the crowd, getting off when the bus doors were about to close at the train station.
In the bus crowd, nearly half the people had a faint red glow around them, which was a curse.
George gripped his tablet tightly, hoping to lift the curse from everyone, and eliminate the source of the curse, which depended heavily on the tablet.
He walked into the hospital.
“Hello, I’m from the city,” George showed his police badge. “I request to see patient 103, named Fang Shiyun.”
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Among the maid group, half were busy serving cola, dishes, or dancing, while the other half chatted idly with each other, scrolling on their phones.
Ji Ma was fully focused, forbidding any maid from coming near her. Next to her stood a whiteboard that nearly touched the ceiling, with lines spreading across it, on which photos had sprouted, forming a relation diagram.
The Thursday maid group was replaced by the Friday maid group, and all the new maids watched the growth of the relation diagram with great interest.
Suddenly, a round-faced beautiful maid appeared in the divination pool, smiling.
“Oops!” Ji Ma raised her head. “We have a traitor among us.”
Before anyone could react, Ji Ma quickly disappeared.
A few seconds later, she burst into the meeting room of the maids. The maids sat on red cushions or lay on soft beds, like a gathering of cats. The silver-haired witch Youxia was speaking; she looked up and asked Ji Ma, “Master?”
One of the maids, a round-faced maid, revealed a look of terror.
Without saying a word, Ji Ma immediately went to the round-faced maid’s side. Next to her was a handbag, stuffed full. When opened, it revealed a tightly sealed pressure cooker.
Ji Ma blinked.
A line of text appeared on the silver pressure cooker:
“Self-timer bomb.”
“Filled with explosives, will detonate in three seconds.”
The beautiful maids next to her continued to stare blankly at Ji Ma.
With determination, Ji Ma imagined herself as a blue Tom Cat, opened her mouth wide, and, in front of everyone, swallowed the pressure cooker.
“Thud!”
A muffled sound, like a torpedo falling into the deep sea. Ji Ma’s stomach instantly swelled, resembling a woman in her tenth month of pregnancy. Then, she burped and let out a puff of black smoke.
Under the astonished gazes of the maids, she opened her mouth wide and hurled a pile of fragments onto the ground.
“What… what happened? Master?”
Someone cautiously asked.
The silver-haired witch Youxia had turned her furious gaze towards the round-faced maid, scolding, “Traitor! She wanted to blow us all up!”
“Ah!”
The maids scattered, looking at the round-faced maid with both anger and indignation.
The silver-haired witch Youxia pulled out a handgun, skillfully uncocking it, and aimed it at the round-faced maid’s forehead, saying, “Traitor, die.”
“Wait.” Ji Ma extended her hand, pulling down Youxia’s handgun, and asked, “You can’t harm the other maids, you know?”
Ji Ma was not in the mood to ask her why she betrayed. Even if it meant dying together, she couldn’t let them blow up a homemade bomb among sisters.
“I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t want to hurt you. I—”
Seeing her symbolic blue aura of greed appearing, Ji Ma said, “Your brother.”
“Ah?”
“Your brother incited you, influenced you.”
The round-faced maid’s complexion turned pale: “Please, Master, don’t involve my brother.”
“Shut up! You don’t have the right to call me Master.”
“We must punish the mastermind,” the silver-haired witch Youxia said angrily. “We almost died here, in pieces.”
“Please,” the round-faced maid suddenly tried to kneel. She knew Ji Ma’s temper; no one in America could handle her. When she got angry, she could want anyone dead or to suffer for the rest of their lives.
“Don’t kneel, it looks bad.” Ji Ma waved her hand, and the round-faced maid couldn’t kneel. “You’ll get your salary. I’ll give you half an hour to pack your things. After that, get out of my palace. From now on, you are no longer my maid, and I won’t do anything to your family.”
The other maids looked at Ji Ma curiously.
Even a normal person would be furious if betrayed to the point of being blown to bits.
Why was the master so forgiving? Even though she had a broad mind, her heart was not so magnanimous. Although the master had always been kind to the maids.
“Master?” The silver-haired witch Youxia looked at Ji Ma.
Ji Ma had saved her before; when bullets were fired at Youxia, Ji Ma suddenly appeared to shield her with her wings, preventing her from dying.
But she did not expect Ji Ma to be so lenient towards the traitorous maid.
The silver-haired witch Youxia said, “At least take back the blessings the damn traitor should have received. She doesn’t deserve to keep the beauty given by the Master.”
The round-faced maid weakly nodded and said, “Please punish me.”
“Quit all this mess.” Ji Ma waved her hand impatiently. “Just let her get lost. Such a simple command, do I need to say it a second time?”
With a wave of Ji Ma’s hand.
An invisible force enveloped the round-faced maid, flying her out of the door and towards her dormitory.
“Alright, everyone don’t worry.” Ji Ma said: “Stay in the palace these days, don’t go out of the fog range. In the fog range, I can still ensure your safety.”
“Okay.”
“By the way, which one of you secretly posted the surveillance video online?” Ji Ma pointed at the camera. “That way, when she goes home, at least she won’t be treated as an ex-maid, having her head shaved and dragged around in the back of a pickup truck.”
“Master, your leniency will lead more maids to develop betrayal thoughts.” The silver-haired witch Youxia grabbed Ji Ma’s hand and said, “And we’re very uncomfortable. You’ve already spared her life, why are you still so concerned about her?”
“What a beautiful woman; it would be a pity if she became ugly or died.” Ji Ma shook her head, putting her arms around the silver-haired witch Youxia and hugging another maid, saying, “I cherish you just like that. Don’t worry, you won’t lose sleep over this. I will always protect you.”
Several feminine voices echoed, “Thank you.” “We appreciate it.” Soft, mature, with some maids even wiping their red eyes.
The silver-haired witch Youxia rested her head against Ji Ma’s soft chest, lowering her head, her eyes lost in thought.
“Alright, I still need to deal with some troublesome matters to stop mortals from persecuting you.” Ji Ma said nonchalantly, “If my plans fail, you also don’t need to worry. Even if a nuclear war breaks out outside, it won’t affect you, but you will have to endure a hard time.”
“Mm.”
The maids mixed their reluctant, hopeful, and reverent gazes, causing Ji Ma to walk out with her head held high and a strong spirit.
But recalling the betrayal of the round-faced maid, Ji Ma still felt angry, yet she had promised not to retaliate against her brother, who deserved to die.
What to do?
Ji Ma raised her hand, and grass blades from the roadside shot up, converging into a doll in her hand, and she wrote three blood-red characters on the grass doll with her finger: “Fang Shiyun.”
With a hard pinch, far away in Huaxia, Fang Shiyun let out a cry that could scare wild wolves.
After pinching a few times and feeling someone’s pain,
Ji Ma’s mood improved somewhat, and she continued working overtime.
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“Room 103, someone is looking for you.”
The rusty iron door opened, and a complex stench came rushing in.
The ward was fully padded; walls, furniture corners, every place where one could commit suicide was wrapped in soft, unknown material.
On a yellowing hospital bed sat a middle-aged woman, dressed in a restraining suit, sitting on a bed sheet stained with yellow-red marks. Her hair was dry and messy, mixed with many white strands, and she hadn’t bathed in who knows how long.
The nurse waved her hand in front of her nose, saying, “Comrade police, she sometimes screams loudly, it’s really annoying.”
George asked, “Don’t you give her a bath?”
“Once a month.” The nurse said, “No one wants to bathe her.”
“Why?”
“What else is there to say? If she hadn’t been greedy back then, how could she have attracted that to her?” The nurse’s tone became harsher. “Now she looks like this, she deserves it.”
“Just keep her locked up here?”
“The last time we let her out, she fought with other patients.” The nurse said, “Ask what you need to, I won’t disturb your investigation.”
George sat next to Fang Shiyun, who had a vacant look in her eyes. He raised his hand to brush back her hair, trying to tidy it up.
Behind the hair was a face that looked old and emaciated, with deep-set eyes that made her appear like a middle-aged person. Walking on the street, someone might hesitantly call out, “Old lady?”
“I was wrong… wrong… please forgive me.” Fang Shiyun whispered, raising her head to look at George and said, “Comrade police, please go tell Ji Ma, send her a message, tell her I was wrong.”
The taste of lies.
George was worried Ji Ma might notice his existence through Fang Shiyun: “Do not mention her name directly.”
Fang Shiyun suddenly knelt down with a thud, crying, “Please, I beg you.”
George said, “I will try to help. I want to ask about your ex-boyfriend.”
“Him? He is a good person, I am sorry for him.” Fang Shiyun’s eyes were red and brimming with tears. “I have been reflecting on why I didn’t communicate well with him back then.”
Lies, almost every word was a lie.
George listened carefully, taking notes while asking many questions.
Gradually, he grasped the real situation. It turned out to be consistent with the files, indeed Fang Shiyun had tricked Wan Ziqi out of money bit by bit.
Although Fang Shiyun had been lying from start to finish, George still planned to lift her curse; after all those years, she had paid enough for her wrongs.
But suddenly, Fang Shiyun screamed, rolling on the ground in pain. George could sense that the curse came from afar, carrying Ji Ma’s aura.
Perhaps it was due to the contract, or perhaps Ji Ma bore a grudge against Fang Shiyun.
In any case, lifting the curse would alert Ji Ma, placing more people in danger.
George could only apologize, and before leaving, he requested new bedsheets and a mattress, paid for them, and helped the exhausted Fang Shiyun into bed.
“What’s the use?” Fang Shiyun broke down emotionally, “You are of no use at all! Hypocrite! Pretending to be a good person?”
This time, it was the truth.
George closed the iron door, keeping Fang Shiyun’s curses behind him.
