Si Yehan weighed the baton in his hand, his gaze falling on the bright red marks on Qianjing Youhui's neck and the slight dent in the back of his head. Seeing that the other man had fainted on the ground, he kicked the other man's head and abdomen.
Qianjing Youhui no response, clearly indicating that she had truly fallen into a coma.
I was thinking of discarding the baton now that I have a handy dagger, but it seems that this thing is more suitable for knocking people unconscious, and if you hit it hard enough, you can smash their head open.
Si Yehan put away his baton, reached out his right hand and grabbed Qianjing Youhui's hair. After waiting a moment, he dragged her out the door.
The friction noise on the ground is not loud enough to attract attention.
He had deliberately waited a moment to let Ge Congze and Xie Fei fall asleep in their extreme exhaustion, making it less likely for them to notice the outside situation, thus making things easier for him to carry out his next move.
As for whether the natives in this instance will witness it, Si Yehan doesn't care at all. And no one will dare to go to work at the security booth for the time being, which is even better, as it will make things easier for the following actions.
Before leaving, delete the part of the surveillance footage that shows you. When you come back, delete it again, and everything will be fine.
Si Yehan pressed the elevator button with his right hand and dragged Qianjing Youhui with his left. After entering the elevator, he put his right hand in his pocket and dragged it with one hand, his posture exuding a bit of laziness.
No one pressed the elevator button to enter midway; no one was at work at this time. After the elevator doors opened, Si Yehan dragged Qianjing Youhui towards the main entrance.
There were no obstacles along the way, and everything went smoothly.
When we arrived at the security booth, it was completely empty, just as we had expected.
Si Yehan stood at the door and threw the Qianjing Youhui he was carrying onto the concrete ground outside, causing her to hit her head and bleed profusely.
After waiting a moment and still not seeing the scene of obliteration, Si Yehan stepped forward and continued to throw Qianjing Youhui forward.
Blood splattered and spilled onto the ground. This happened several times, leaving Qianjing Youhui covered in injuries, her clothes torn, and she was jolted awake from her unconsciousness.
Qianjing Youhui was filled with fear and trepidation. Her elegant and gentle demeanor vanished, and her body trembled as she tried desperately to remain calm, only to find that she couldn't do it at all.
She completely lost all composure, her eyes filled with resentment. She glared at Si Yehan, gritting her teeth like a madwoman, and said, "The murderer is you... There's never been any such thing as a native killer. You did it all. Why? You clearly didn't know that rule, so why did you kill people pointlessly? Did that really make you happy?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she received no response. Blood streamed down her forehead and down her eyelids, and she could only open her eyes a crack, vaguely catching a glimpse of Si Yehan's face through the corner of her eye.
All that met his eyes was the indifferent expression on his handsome face, the languid air about Qianjing Youhui's spine. His dark eyes held a calm, yet subtly...
Jest.
The next moment, a footstep landed, completely obscuring the view in front of them.
Si Yehan stepped on Qianjing Youhui's head, forcing the woman to lower her head completely.
The thought flashed through his mind: he was used to seeing such fools, and even if he explained, they wouldn't understand; you can't talk about ice with a summer insect.
Qianjing Youhui let out a scream as his battered face slammed into the ground, causing severe abrasions and even some ulceration.
Si Yehan looked down at Qianjing Youhui, who was kneeling on the ground like a defeated dog, and suddenly sneered.
The laughter was particularly jarring to Qianjing Youhui's ears, and her already battered face flushed red! She forced her eyes open, her gaze filled with undisguised resentment, and blood flowed from her eyes.
Even so, she only saw the sole of the shoe, struggling desperately as she twisted her body, raising her hand to try and grab Si Yehan's ankle! But she let out an even more shrill scream, a cry of pain rang out.
Si Yehan slowly raised his foot and kicked Qianjing Youhui forward. This time, unlike before, the movement was not unaffected; the surrounding air currents surged more rapidly. He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the air currents, and said in a low voice, "Judging from this, we can't go too far from the funeral home?"
Qianjing Youhui struggled on the ground, her body covered in injuries, her consciousness fading. The intense pain made her feel like she was dying, and she couldn't hear Si Yehan's words at all. However, based on the changes in her surroundings, she could still guess his intentions. He wanted to leave this area and go outside, but why?
She suddenly realized that the two of them were thinking on completely different wavelengths, and that the other person's behavior was utterly incomprehensible and beyond her comprehension.
As the air currents surged, to prevent any unforeseen events, Si Yehan took out a dagger and slowly crouched down in front of Qianjing Youhui. The other party was bleeding from his body and face, and looked very disheveled.
Si Yehan grabbed Qianjing Youhui's hair, forcing her to look up at him, and then thrust out a dagger, its cold light gleaming!
As excruciating pain swept across her face, Qianjing Youhui's vocal cords were also damaged, producing a series of indistinct syllables filled with shrillness and hatred, making it impossible to even express her resentment.
He died from a dagger piercing his lip and throat. Blood dripped down the blade and quickly soaked into Qianjing Youhui's entire body. His vital signs rapidly faded, and he soon became a corpse.
Si Yehan stood up and kicked the corpse into the chaotic airflow in front of him. The color of the pure white airflow around him was gradually eroded, and a layer of blood slowly emerged.
He stood calmly in this scene, his expression indifferent as he surveyed his surroundings. A slight ripple appeared in his dark eyes as he said serenely, "The only pity about dying here is that so many people were not eliminated."
Si Yehan cleaned the blood off the dagger and put it away again. Then he put his hands in his outer pockets, but a familiar touch came over him, and he immediately realized that there was a letter in his pocket.
He immediately took it out to check; the contents of the envelope were very brief:
You may go out, but you must return to the auditorium before Night Watch, otherwise...
Annihilation!!
The preceding words were still black, but when it came to the word "erasure," they turned scarlet, as if they had been smeared with blood.
Si Yehan's expression remained unchanged. He hadn't expected to be able to get out. Judging from the situation, he thought he wouldn't be able to get out. It was truly a case of "after the darkest hour comes the dawn."
The envelope slowly began to burn; the invisible flames could not harm the living, but they burst into a searing heat when they landed on the corpse.
A spark brushed against Qianjing Youhui's hair, quickly igniting the entire corpse. Even though he was standing right in front of him, Si Yehan couldn't feel the high temperature. All he could see was the raging fire, which turned to ashes in an incredibly fast speed.
The turbulent airflow gradually dissipated, and the ground was completely empty.
Si Yehan stood outside Renshou Funeral Home, his face indifferent. He then went to the security room and searched through the drawers for a while, eventually finding a car key.
After some searching, they located a black sedan with a gleaming finish, indicating that the original owner had taken good care of it.
As for who it is, it's likely the person who took over after the one-armed old man.
Si Yehan sat in the car, waiting for the next hunt to begin.