Consciousness drifted into a deep sleep, yet never entered a dream. Only an endless darkness spread, and time naturally passed swiftly in this state.
The endless darkness slowly collapsed, and Si Yehan's consciousness gradually awoke. He wasn't very sleepy when he woke up. After dressing, he went to the window.
Outside the window, the sky was already extremely bright, with white clouds drifting by and the sun high in the sky but not scorching hot; it was probably noon or afternoon.
Si Yehan spent some more time taking a shower and using some disposable toiletries. After finishing, he straightened his clothes slightly, weighed the baton in his hand, and realized that it wasn't very convenient for torturing people.
The corridor was unusually quiet when he left; everyone was probably asleep. So, which participant was he planning to kill today?
After testing the patterns of murder, letting the ghost kill them or doing it yourself is both good options. The only problem is that, given Zhuang Xiaosheng's experience last night, these people are unlikely to take the initiative, so you'll have to push things along yourself.
Si Yehan suppressed his thoughts and pressed the down button on the elevator. Out of boredom, he looked at the doors of these rooms again, thinking that he could force his way in.
The corridor lights were off, but the glow from the doorplates illuminated the floor. The surroundings were exceptionally quiet. Si Yehan leaned against the wall, waiting for the elevator.
With a soft click, Si Yehan stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. At this hour, the other person was most likely still in their dorm; if not, he would wait inside.
The room was only one floor deep, so the journey was quite fast. Si Yehan walked to the door of 302 and knocked. He put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, his baton already put away. Killing an ordinary native didn't require using weapons; if he wanted to torture him thoroughly, he could just find some small items inside.
A short while later, Ning Qian's voice rang out. "Who is it?"
Si Yehan casually remarked, "Xia Yuanhou asked me to deliver a message to you."
"Oh, oh." A series of footsteps sounded, and Ning Qian, wearing a loose purple nightgown, opened the door. Her hair was still a little messy, and when she saw Si Yehan, she subconsciously took a step back.
She asked somewhat cautiously, "This VIP is standing at the door. What message does he want you to deliver?"
"He told me to send..." Before Si Yehan could finish speaking, he kicked the door open, knocking Ning Qian to the ground as well. Then he slipped inside and locked the door.
Ning Qian's body trembled violently. Her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Si Yehan, pleading, "What are you going to do? Please, let me go, don't kill me, and don't do that kind of thing to me."
Si Yehan's eyes were indifferent as he looked down at Ning Qian. He reached out and grabbed her long hair, then slapped her pale face hard across the cheek. The sound was extremely loud as he sneered, "Would you condescend to have sex with livestock? If you really have some strange quirks, then just pretend I didn't say anything."
Ning Qian clutched her face and screamed in pain. Hearing Si Yehan's words, she disregarded the pain and hurriedly asked, "Then what are you going to do? I have no grudge against you."
Si Yehan ripped Ning Qian's hair off, the sound of tearing scalp followed, and blood oozed from her scalp.
Ning Qian's fingers flailed wildly in the air, trying to grab Si Yehan's arm, but she couldn't reach it at all. Her expression was distorted, and hatred appeared in her eyes.
Si Yehan pressed Ning Qian's head down with one hand and stepped on Ning Qian legs with his other hand, while stuffing a torn strand of hair into her mouth.
Ning Qian's voice suddenly became somewhat indistinct. Si Yehan kicked her hard in the lower abdomen, making her unable to get up. Only then did she move her foot, walk to the dressing table, and pick up the eyebrow razor.
This kind of thing is just enough to torture people.
As Ning Qian watched Si Yehan approach step by step, her pupils contracted sharply, and tears streamed down her face as she cried out incoherently, "Please save me..."
Later, it seemed as if she was calling out Xia Yuanhou's name, as if his arrival would save her.
Si Yehan slowly squatted down and used an eyebrow razor to pierce Ning Qian's eyes. Blood gushed out, but he showed no disgust. Instead, he continued to break some of the bones.
Throughout this process, Si Yehan naturally felt quite pleased with the killing.
Only then did he remove the strand of hair from Ning Qian's mouth, thread it through her eye socket, and tie it into a slightly elegant knot.
Blood seeped from her hair, and Ning Qian rolled around frantically, enduring inhuman pain.
She had a patch of scalp missing, and Si Yehan grabbed her hair from the other parts of her body, dragged her to the sink, shoved her hair inside, and turned on the flush button. Water rushed into her throat, and for a moment she couldn't even scream.
Si Yehan washed his hands clean, then reached out and pulled off Ning Qian's pajamas. Blood flowed down her skin as she struggled frantically, but to no avail.
Ning Qian's eyebrow trimmer was quite sharp; Si Yehan sliced down from her neck, tearing flesh and leaving large patches of blood staining her back.
Ning Qian's arms gradually stopped struggling, and Si Yehan pulled her out of the pool. It was a medical miracle that she had survived until now. Water was flowing from her nasal cavity, and the hair around her eyes was a little messy.
Si Yehan threw the eyebrow razor on the ground, then found a pair of scissors. These small tools were something only someone like him could keep.
Taking advantage of Ning Qian's lingering consciousness, Si Yehan proceeded to torture her with great care. He rolled up his sleeves and used scissors to cut open her abdomen, causing a large amount of blood to flow out. The skin on her abdomen rolled up to reveal an empty space inside.
As for the internal organs on the ground, they lay in blood.
Si Yehan found a rope and hung Ning Qian on the bed beam, a very conspicuous spot that could be seen as soon as one entered the room.
Ning Qian's body was still floating slightly, her face contorted with resentment, her eyes dark and empty.
The fair skin was covered with mottled bloodstains, revealing some obvious knife marks. The neck was also tightly bound with rope, the skin was exposed, the abdomen was empty, and the back was also cracked, with the bones inside clearly visible.
This appearance was extremely frightening.
After completing this step, Si Yehan left with satisfaction, his smile gradually fading. The most exciting step was about to take place: when Xia Yuanhou saw Ning Qian's corpse.
This surprise will inevitably cause the other party to experience extremely intense emotional fluctuations, and they will inevitably act rashly in a fit of rage, making it easier to test the pattern of murder at night.
If someone, driven by anger, suspects you and attacks you, then you'll only be sending them to their death sooner rather than later.
Si Yehan was in a pretty good mood. He went downstairs and strolled around the Renshou Funeral Home for a while, then ate something in the cafeteria before returning to his dormitory.
As soon as they reached the fourth floor, they heard Xia Yuanhou's rather deep and loud voice.