[Night watch] Dealing with the one-armed old man
Ge Congze turned and walked towards the elevator, where the other five people were already standing.
When Zhuang Xiaosheng saw the empty seats next to the two of them, he was slightly surprised. "Isn't he going to eat?"
Before Ge Congze could answer, Xia Yuanhou shrugged and said, "That person isn't hungry right now, let's go eat first."
Ge Congze didn't waste any more words, thus saving himself the trouble of explaining.
Zhuang Xiaosheng nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, let's go eat first."
The sound of the door opening rang out, and Xie Fei had already stepped into the elevator. The six people quickly followed.
Inside room 401, Si Yehan stood by the window. He had searched for a while but hadn't found a suitable weapon. However, he was still able to deal with the one-armed old man at the door with his bare hands.
Looking out the window, Si Yehan saw seven people slowly walking out of the dormitory building. As they entered the cafeteria, Si Yehan went out and pressed the elevator button.
The elevator made a faint sound as it went up and down the floors, Si Yehan remained calm and did not speculate about it.
I simply waited quietly for the elevator doors to open, and then went downstairs.
This process was naturally very familiar to Si Yehan. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he walked steadily toward the security room in the direction he had come from.
However, when they were still quite a distance from the security room, Si Yehan spotted two people in work uniforms following closely behind a slowly moving black sedan, their faces showing respect.
The car window was half-rolled down, revealing the tired face of a middle-aged man. He addressed the two staff members, saying, "Now that the Night Watch watchmen are here, keep a close eye on the body. I'll come back to see my brother's body tomorrow."
The fatter of the two men became respectful, patting his chest and assuring them, "Mr. Wang Xu, rest assured, the eight distinguished guests have arrived. Our Renshou Funeral Home will certainly provide a dignified end to the remains of your family member and the other bodies. The memorial service, postponed to the seventh day, will be handled flawlessly."
Wang Xu nodded and said, "As outstanding employees of Renshou Funeral Home, I naturally trust you two. I'll praise you a few times to your director later. Now you can go back."
The thin man was about to force a smile when the fat man nudged him with his elbow. To hide his expression from Wang Xu, he quickly bowed and said, "Okay, have a safe journey and take care of yourself!"
As the black sedan slowly drove out of the funeral home, the thin man said to the fat man, "Fatty, thank you for reminding me. I almost made a mistake and almost smiled at the deceased's family."
The obese man waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. Let's hurry and check on the families who haven't left yet in the hall. The memorial services for these deceased are being held together, and there will probably be quite a few people there, so we need to treat them well."
The two hurried towards the auditorium, paying no attention to Si Yehan in the distance.
Since the distance wasn't too far, Si Yehan overheard these conversations. When he heard about the memorial service, a very appropriate thought suddenly popped into his head: if he could live to see it, he could create a pretty good massacre.
Whether it is merely a tool for killing is still open to debate.
Suppressing his thoughts, Si Yehan slightly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the security room not far away, where a one-armed old man was watching him with a smile behind the transparent glass.
The body was lifeless, the security room behind him was quite dark, and his pale, wrinkled face was covered with an exaggerated smile, which looked terrifying. His eyes were wide open and staring at Si Yehan!
He had clearly noticed Si Yehan long ago, but he didn't make a sound; he just kept staring at him.
But the next moment, Si Yehan walked towards the security room, which startled him. In the past, when the VIPs saw him like this, they would at least stay away from this place, if not be frightened.
Today's guest is different. The one-armed old man quickly calmed down. Perhaps he came to consult him for information. With his old and deteriorating mind, it was really hard for him to understand Si Yehan's purpose in coming here.
The one-armed old man's smile grew even warmer. He opened the door and said to Si Yehan, "Distinguished guest, what can I do for you?"
Through the gap next to the one-armed old man, one could see that the curtains in the security room were drawn, making the environment quite dark. Si Yehan said calmly, "Come inside and tell me. I need to find something here."
The one-armed old man looked a little puzzled, but he still grinned and said, "Okay, welcome."
He turned around and gestured with his remaining arm, indicating "please."
Si Yehan suddenly raised his leg and kicked out heavily! Caught off guard, the one-armed old man was kicked hard into the security room with a thud.
Before he could react, Si Yehan went inside, locked the door, and stomped heavily on the one-armed old man's chest, the sound of breaking ribs echoing through the air!
The one-armed old man trembled violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled desperately, but to no avail. A look of fear appeared on his face, and he cried out in pain. A clear look of terror appeared in his cloudy eyes. "Honored guest, what are you going to do? What have I done to offend you that you would dare to attack an old man like me!"
Si Yehan surveyed the security room in the darkness. There was a metal bench, which would be useful later. He asked, "How many times have people like this come to the funeral home before?"
"I'm an old man, I really can't remember..." The one-armed old man coughed violently, his only remaining arm gripping Si Yehan's shoe tightly, but unable to move.
Si Yehan casually picked up an iron stool and began to strike the one-armed old man on the head, his voice indifferent. "Think it through. This stool could fall at any moment. With your frail body, it'll be hard for you to survive a hit."
The one-armed old man shuddered violently, and said with tears welling up in his eyes, "Honorable guest, I really can't remember how many times I've been here... I can only tell you a lot. Some of those people survived, some died, and I even helped some people survive. I haven't done anything evil. At most, I've been in this godforsaken place for so many years, and I occasionally have a fit of madness."
Si Yehan showed no disappointment. He slowly moved his foot away. "Useless old man, judging from your earlier demeanor, I thought you'd have plenty of information. But since you're here, you can't have come for nothing."
The one-armed old man struggled to his feet, without the slightest thought of resistance. After all, it was clear from the previous moment that he was no match for the person before him. Although he was old, he did not want to die. His withered body convulsed violently, and the pain from before, which had been delayed for a moment, completely overwhelmed him.
Si Yehan suddenly slammed the iron stool down, sending the one-armed old man crashing to the ground, his head bleeding profusely! He desperately curled up, his broken ribs piercing his body, blood soaking his clothes.
The screams were gradually swallowed up.
It was quite handy to use. Si Yehan smashed the one-armed old man's ten fingers with the iron bench. His face was immediately bruised and swollen, and his eyeballs were pierced and protruded. Brain matter spilled out along the wound on his head and fell from his nose.
Clearly, it's completely dead.
Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Si Yehan remained calm, showing no intention of cleaning up the murder scene. The funeral home was unlikely to call the police and would likely handle the aftermath for him; whether or not they would investigate was not a concern.
Si Yehan casually stuck a corner of the iron bench into the one-armed old man's head, and it stood there upright!
He searched the security room for a while but couldn't find any knives; instead, he found a portable baton.
Si Yehan weighed the baton in his hand; it was made of iron and was sturdy enough, enough to kill people in the dungeon without any problem.
Then he put the baton away.
After confirming that he had no bloodstains on his body, Si Yehan made his leisurely way to the cafeteria.