[Cruise Ship Carnival] Killing the four powerful figures in quick succession
Si Yehan got up, put on his trench coat, and hurriedly went out.
Because he got up and left early, he happened to run into the people who were cleaning up the bodies. These people could be considered "old acquaintances". When they saw Si Yehan, they naturally bowed, as if he were also a high-ranking member of the cruise ship.
Si Yehan simply ignored these people.
He didn't respond at all; to him, these people were people he was going to kill sooner or later anyway.
After today, the order on this cruise ship will be completely paralyzed and broken.
Thinking this, Si Yehan went straight up to the fourth floor. The two hostesses on duty were still the same ones from before, but now they had a pistol in their hands.
The recoil of the gun was barely within the tolerance range of the two men. Si Yehan glanced at it casually and was about to enter when two hostesses stretched out their arms to block his way. "Sir, the four bosses are still asleep, you cannot enter yet."
As one of them said this, he raised his pistol as a threat.
Si Yehan's expression was indifferent. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the two women. They did not move, but a hint of fear flashed in their eyes, and they subconsciously tightened their grip on the guns in their hands.
There was a chance of being shot if he directly attacked, so Si Yehan turned and left, his hand in his outer pocket twitching slightly.
The two hostesses breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Si Yehan leave, because they didn't want to confront such a person head-on unless absolutely necessary.
The hand holding the gun involuntarily dropped. Caught off Si Yehan, the two women turned around, took out a pistol, and decisively fired.
Two bloody holes appeared on the foreheads of the two women, and blood flowed down their noses. The bodies fell heavily to the ground, and the blood stained the ground red.
Si Yehan's gaze was indifferent as he put away his pistol. He didn't care at all whether killing these two would anger the other three powerful figures.
The thoughts of a group of dying people are completely unimportant.
Si Yehan pushed open the door and entered; the council hall was completely empty.
He turned and closed the door, then found a seat in the room and sat down.
Shortly after, the sound of seats turning could be heard.
Yan Jingxing emerged slightly sleepy. He sat down on the sofa before noticing Si Yehan not far away. His eyes widened instantly, and he stood up, his face full of astonishment. "Why are you up so early? Did those two outside let you in? They have guns now, and you dared to force your way in?"
Si Yehan said calmly, "I killed them. Stop talking nonsense and show me the surveillance footage."
A hint of displeasure flashed across Yan Jingxing's eyes, but he concealed it very skillfully. He took a computer from the counter, turned it on, and three screens popped up. "Choose whichever you like to watch, and leave quickly when you're done."
Si Yehan picked up his computer and clicked on the first video to start playing.
The video showed naked figures, but Si Yehan was not affected by the eroticism in the slightest. His gaze was indifferent as he sped up the video, watching the scene of Jin Zhiguang's tragic death without any emotion.
The murderous rule that lustful thoughts arising before falling asleep are a sure way to die has been verified!
Next, Si Yehan opened the second video, this time featuring Wang Yuxiu, and sped it up as well.
Watching the scene of the other person hypnotizing themselves, and hearing that tragic experience, Si Yehan found it somewhat amusing. Hearing such words upon waking up in the morning actually made Si Yehan even more hungry.
With the final result displayed, Si Yehan clicked "End".
Those who are lost in pleasure will surely die in their sleep. This murderous rule has been verified as true.
Only one last rule remains for killing: a sleepless night spent gazing at the sea is certain death.
The video featuring Chen Zhongshou was the longest. Si Yehan watched as the man kept staring at the sea, so he skipped to the last scene. Seeing the ghostly figure and the female ghost disappear, he was somewhat surprised. Could this murder pattern be false?
In the video, the bed suddenly sank deep, water overflowed, and Chen Zhongshou sank in, drowning to his death.
The bed then returned to normal, leaving only the blanket covering Chen Zhongshou like a white sheet.
Therefore, this pattern of murder seems to be true.
Currently, it appears there are three ghosts on this cruise ship.
One of them is a ghost that manipulates the female ghost in the long dress and the ghostly shadows who are its Ghost Slave!
One of them is a ghost hiding in the mirror.
One of them was the ghost from the video just now.
Si Yehan stared at the scene in the video, a question arising in his mind: Did these ghosts have any other patterns in their killings?
After all, what Yan Jingxing said earlier was what they had verified and confirmed. They couldn't rule out the possibility of other murder patterns that they hadn't discovered or verified, but they currently had no clue about them.
Si Yehan recognized the long gowns worn by the female ghosts from the ship he had seen on it. He immediately turned his laptop towards Yan Jingxing and asked, "Are the gowns these Ghost Slaves wearing from your ship?"
Yan Jingxing's face stiffened slightly for a moment as he stared at the video footage, his tone grim. "These bitches were turned into Ghost Slaves by that ghost after they died. They used to be crew members on the ship, but the banquets were much more extreme, and they were played to death. The changes that occurred after they were thrown into the sea were all orchestrated by Su Qiuyue, since I've never been very interested in banquets."
After learning about the relevant matters, Si Yehan immediately understood the origin of one of the murder patterns.
Yan Jingxing frowned. He looked at Si Yehan, who showed no sign of leaving, and felt an instinctive unease. He immediately urged, "Once you've finished reading, hurry up and leave."
Just then, the sound of seats turning rang out again.
Su Qiuyue, the fat old man, and the old woman came out. The moment they saw Si Yehan, a hint of hostility flashed in their eyes.
The portly old man concealed his hostility and said with a friendly smile, "Young man, what are you looking at? If you're done, hurry up and leave. The four of us have important matters to discuss."
The old woman spoke in a sinister voice, her yellow teeth making her look ferocious and terrifying. "If you don't leave now, you'll leave your life here."
Su Qiuyue subconsciously reached for her fanny pack.
In an instant, four faint gunshots rang out.
A smile appeared on Si Yehan's face, "The three of you came at the right time, which saves us trouble later. Let's travel together as a group of four."
Su Qiuyue's arm, which she was trying to reach for her bag, was shot and broken. She collapsed to the ground in agony, writhing in pain. Her once beautiful face was now contorted in agony, and blood stained her cheongsam.
The old woman was less fortunate; a single shot shattered her teeth and pierced her skull, splattering brain matter and blood as her body crashed to the ground at an angle.
The fat old man was shot in the abdomen, yellow grease and blood splattering everywhere. He collapsed to the ground, panting and screaming, looking at Si Yehan with fear on his face.
He hadn't even seen how the other person drew the gun, and immediately begged for mercy.
Yan Jingxing was also unlucky; Si Yehan casually shot him through the groin, and he curled up on the ground, his arrogance gone, replaced by a pained and ferocious expression. He cursed through the excruciating pain, "I should have torn you to pieces long ago! I never thought my pet dog would dare to bite me back!"
Si Yehan spoke indifferently, gazing at the three lying in a pool of blood. "A rather unusual form of psychological self-consolation. From beginning to end, I've never taken you seriously."
He took out a dagger, slowly squatted down, and plunged the knife into Yan Jingxing's eye socket, piercing through the eyeball at an angle and exiting through the temple.
Yan Jingxing struggled violently, but to no avail. He let out screams and died.
As for Su Qiuyue and the fat old man, Si Yehan slowly walked up to them, took out a golden pistol from the former's bag, and smashed it heavily into the other's face.
They knocked out more than three of his teeth, and half of his face was slapped crooked.
Su Qiuyue spat a mouthful of blood onto the fat old man's face, her eyes filled with resentment. Si Yehan watched with interest, the smile between his brows slowly fading.
Immediately, Si Yehan fired shots from top to bottom at the center of Su Qiuyue's collarbone, tearing her entire body apart and splattering it all over the ground; her death was a gruesome sight.
Si Yehan deliberately avoided certain spots, otherwise it would be difficult to clean up.
Si Yehan turned his gaze to the fat old man, whose face broke into a fawning smile. He then raised his hand and fired dozens of shots into the old man's stomach.
A piercing gunshot rang out, but the room was very well soundproofed.
The fat old man died a agonizing death, like a deflated balloon bursting.