Processing the Qianjing Youhui took a while, so the waiting time wouldn't be long. Song Xia was anxious to go home to take care of her child, and even if she needed to rest, she couldn't sleep for long in the auditorium front desk; she would mostly go home to catch up on sleep.
Just as expected, Song Xia's figure came into view. Si Yehan closed eyelids, and the scene outside the car window was reflected in his dark pupils. He did not make a move until she drove away from the funeral home in a red car.
Ordinary people like this, even in a special environment like the Renshou Funeral Home, wouldn't have a strong sense of counter-surveillance, so it's perfect for them to catch up now.
The car started slowly, with plenty of fuel left, enough for the round trip. After driving out of the funeral home, Si Yehan accelerated to catch up. His driving skills were decent, above average for ordinary people, so there was no chance of losing him.
He deliberately kept a distance; there were very few vehicles on the road, and following too closely would attract too much attention. If Song Xia noticed, things would become much less interesting.
The scenery on both sides of the road rushed past, Si Yehan's driving posture revealed a slightly lazy and casual attitude. He still had some leisure to appreciate the architectural scenery in this instance world.
It's nothing special compared to the outside world; it's just the kind of old town buildings you see everywhere in a county town.
At first glance, there seems to be no difference in the direction of technological development.
Song Xia showed no sign of shaking off the car; she continued driving forward, seemingly still exhausted and unable to properly observe her surroundings.
Both cars were traveling at a relatively high speed, as the road conditions were quite suitable for fast driving. After driving for about half an hour, Song Xia slowed down, and a slightly old residential building came into view.
Si Yehan also slowed down the car and followed Song Xia after she entered the residential area, following the trail.
Song Xia parked her car in the parking space downstairs, while Si Yehan parked his car on the side of the road, just around the corner.
Song Xia didn't look around at all and went straight into the building. She looked tired and was carrying her work bag.
Si Yehan strolled into the building from behind. This residential complex was equipped with an elevator, and there was only one. This made it easier to pinpoint Song Xia's exact floor. If there were only stairs, it would be more difficult to locate her.
Song Xia had already entered the elevator. Red numbers scrolled on the display screen next to her, finally stopping at the number 4, its position now clear.
Si Yehan pressed the elevator button and soon arrived at the fourth floor.
Turning a corner into the corridor, this floor only has east and west units, with no rooms in between. The east unit doesn't have any spring curtains pasted on it, and the door is even covered with a layer of blue plastic sheeting, still unopened, indicating that no one lives there. As for the west unit, there's a shoe rack at the door, and the spring couplets are still attached to the door.
Si Yehan walked to the west door, raised his hand and knocked three times lightly, saying calmly, "Come check the water meter."
A slightly childish voice rang out. "Okay, Uncle, please wait for me a moment."
Si Yehan remained calm; the voice sounded like that of a little girl.
The sound of a stool being dragged behind the door could be heard. A moment later, the door lock clicked open and slowly opened, revealing a brightly dressed little girl.
She stood on a stool and tiptoed to reach the doorknob. When she saw Si Yehan, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face. She rubbed her hands together and said, "I'm sorry, brother. I didn't know you were so young. I made you sound old. Please sit in the living room and wait a moment. My mother needs to take a short nap. If you're in a hurry, I'll go call her now."
The little girl struggled to get off the bench and didn't respond for a long time. She looked up at Si Yehan's indifferent face, only to meet his gaze. She suddenly felt a chill; the older brother in front of her was a little scary...
Si Yehan raised his right hand and stroked the little girl's head. "It seems Song Xia takes good care of your precious daughter; it looks like most of her salary goes towards supporting you."
The little girl blushed, thinking that her previous thought was an illusion. Just as she was about to speak, her expression froze, and a wave of dizziness and weightlessness washed over her. She was lifted by the head and flung away.
Si Yehan withdrew his right hand, and the little girl slammed onto the bright, hard table. The back of her head was slightly dented, and blood flowed from behind her. The loud noise echoed in the room.
The little girl had already fainted. Si Yehan turned and closed the door. Suddenly, Song Xia's terrified scream rang out from the inner room, sounding as if she had been startled awake from a dream. "Daughter, what's wrong?"
After all, the voice was really loud, or perhaps it was because the mother and daughter were of one mind?
Si Yehan walked forward and picked up the unconscious little girl with one hand. At this moment, Song Xia rushed out from the inner room. She hadn't had time to change out of her work clothes yet, and her face was a mixture of exhaustion and panic.
The moment Song Xia saw Si Yehan, she froze, trembling all over, her face contorted with terror. Her finger twitched as she pointed at him. "Are you a human or a ghost? How did you suddenly appear in my house from the funeral home?"
Song Xia let out a piercing scream, her attention falling on the little girl Si Yehan was holding! The blood in her eyes was so blinding, her brain buzzed, and anger burned to the top of her head, turning all thoughts in her mind into ashes and emptiness.
Forgetting her fear, she rushed towards Si Yehan, trying to snatch her daughter away. Her face contorted in a ferocious grimace. "Let go of my daughter!"
She tried to bite and pull at Si Yehan using both her hands and mouth! But as soon as she got close, she was kicked away by a whip kick, her lower back slamming into the corner of the table, the sound of bones breaking was particularly crisp.
Song Xia let out a painful groan. Si Yehan calmly searched the room for a suitable tool, finally settling on the boiling kettle.
Following Si Yehan's gaze, Song Xia also saw the kettle. A sudden thought flashed through her mind, and tears streamed down her face. She dared not roar and scream anymore, and knelt down to plead, "Honored guest, whether you are human or ghost, I beg you to spare my daughter. Kill or torture her as you please! If you are not satisfied, I can find someone else for you, just please spare my daughter."
Song Xia cried out violently. Her daughter was her whole world, her pillar of support, and she was willing to sacrifice everything for her! Her eyes were fixed on the little girl in Si Yehan's hands.
She couldn't care less about the pain; the blood on the back of the little girl's head pierced her heart, leaving her utterly disheveled.
Si Yehan remained indifferent, unmoved by Song Xia's words. A slight sneer curled his lips, "I don't have the habit of fulfilling people's wishes, so..."
He picked up the kettle, brought the scalding hot water to the little girl's lips, and poured it in. The intense heat woke her up, white smoke billowed out, and a fierce scream rang out, all of which reached Song Xia's ears.
"Send your daughter to her death first."
Si Yehan finished speaking, his indifferent and calm voice mixed with laughter reaching her ears. Song Xia was crawling on the ground with difficulty. Si Yehan threw the little girl on the ground and poured boiling water all over her face.
The little girl's face rapidly changed between red and white, turning towards charring. Bubbles sizzled, and because her vocal cords were also damaged by the boiling water, even screams were a luxury. Instead, a low, painful moan like that of a young animal escaped her throat!
Her throat turned red, burning from the inside out. The little girl felt like she was dying, rolling around on the ground.
Song Xia finally managed to touch the little girl's hand, and she tremblingly tried to hug the little girl, completely ignoring the burning sensation she felt.
Si Yehan kicked Song Xia in the face, sending her flying with a loud thud. A mocking smile played on his handsome face, "So eager to die together? Well, I'll give you a good show."
Si Yehan took out his baton and smashed the little girl's head open with a single blow. The skull was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, making it appear fragile. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere, and the skin on the skull and cheeks peeled off in various ways, like a small firework.
Si Yehan maintained his distance, preventing brain matter and blood from splattering on him.
The little girl's headless corpse was still twitching slightly, a scene that looked particularly grotesque.
Si Yehan kicked the corpse in front of Song Xia, the mockery on his face slowly fading, but the laughter in his voice hadn't completely disappeared. "Enjoy it properly."
In her despair and despair, Song Xia remained silent and numb. She never imagined that an ordinary day off work would lead to her daughter's and her own demise.
Looking at Song Xia's lifeless appearance, Si Yehan felt a surge of pleasure at the carnage he had committed during the day. He then swung his baton and broke all four of her limbs.
The sound of bones shattering mingled with Song Xia's screams, helping her complete the organ detachment. Despite her despair, she couldn't stop screaming in agony.
After more than ten minutes of this ordeal, Song Xia's body had completely decomposed. Blood pooled on the ground, her skin was sunken, and the ground was covered with bits of flesh and brain matter.
Neither Song Xia nor her daughter's bodies were preserved intact.