My Name Is Yu Xing, and I'm a Good Person

The knife tip was blurry in the rain, making it seem somewhat indistinct, but Han Xinyi was certain that the man in the black baseball cap harbored malice towards her!

The man was tall and had long legs. He approached her in no time. He didn't use an umbrella and didn't care that he was soaked to the bone. He ran towards her in a very aggressive manner.

Sneakers stepped carelessly into the puddles, splashing up waves of water that sent shivers down their spines.

Driven by a survival instinct, Han Xinyi turned and ran. She threw away the umbrella that would slow her down, instantly becoming soaked to the bone. At the same time, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help!"

In a truly despairing way, her voice was drowned out by the sound of the rain, without causing a ripple.

After running frantically for a while, Han Xinyi could no longer hear how close the other person was. Unable to suppress her nervousness, she wanted to confirm, so she gritted her teeth and turned around.

"Brush!"

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she instinctively lunged to the side, a sharp pain shooting through her shoulder as she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Ouch... it hurts so much." She frowned and touched her left shoulder, feeling a warm liquid on her hand.

There was bleeding... It was all real.

This person... wanted to kill her!

And judging from the angle of the blade just now, he wanted to slit his throat!

Han Xinyi's face turned deathly pale, and the pain quickly turned her forehead into a fine layer of sweat. She looked up at the man in the black baseball cap who was slowly walking towards her, and finally saw his eyes from the angle of looking up.

Those were eyes bloodshot with excitement, the ferocity vividly displayed in the bloodshot veins on the whites of their eyes. Tears gathered and streamed down from the brim of their hats, making Han Xinyi feel suffocated.

Her voice trembled, yet she remained rational, ready to roll to the side at any moment. "Who are you... No, I don't want to know who you are, I didn't see your face, can you please let me go?"

The man in the black baseball cap finally spoke, his deliberately low, hoarse voice carrying a cruel undertone, though it was also indistinct in the dense rain. "Heh... what do you think?"

He bent down, raised his right hand, and the fruit knife was slashed in a semi-circular arc, heading straight for Han Xinyi's exposed neck.

"Ah!"

With a cry of pain, the man in the black baseball cap clutched his shin, which had been kicked, and glared menacingly at Han Xinyi, who was taking the opportunity to stagger to her feet and continue running. He grabbed her hair and said, "Still dare to resist? Why don't you just obediently die!"

Han Xinyi was pulled backward, feeling despair.

A woman's strength is ultimately no match for a man's. Is she really going to die here, while the murderer goes unpunished in the rain...?

Just then, a roar that didn't belong to the downpour came from afar. She felt the man in the baseball cap who was holding her stiffen, and then drag her toward a side alley.

Only then did she realize that it was the sound of a motorcycle.

Someone's coming! Someone's coming!

She'd die anyway once everyone left, so she might as well seize this last chance to live.

"Help! Help!" Han Xinyi screamed at the top of her lungs, frantically grabbing the hand holding the fruit knife in the black baseball cap with both hands, forcing him to tear at her flesh with his bare hands for the time being, at least preventing him from being killed immediately.

"You bitch, shut up!" The man in the black baseball cap sounded a little impatient as he covered Han Xinyi's mouth with his free hand.

The sound of a motorcycle gradually approached, and suddenly, the sound reached its nearest point and stopped fading away.

They heard her! A glimmer of hope rose in Han Xinyi's eyes. The man in the black baseball cap slashed her arm with the knife, but she didn't care. She shook her head desperately and took the opportunity to bite the hand on her lips.

The man in the baseball cap, in pain, let go, and she seized the opportunity to call for help again, "Help! In the alley!"

"Damn it!" came a hateful voice from behind the mask of the man in the baseball cap. At that moment, a tall figure wearing a motorcycle helmet had already run to the alley entrance and witnessed the scene.

"Who are you! Let her go right now!"

Han Xinyi felt that this was the most beautiful voice she had ever heard in the world, and the tears she had been holding back finally flowed down her cheeks.

"These days, there are actually people who meddle in other people's business. Damn it, then you can die with her!" The man in the black baseball cap angrily slammed Han Xinyi against the wall of the alley. The pain in her spine rendered Han Xinyi unable to move for a moment. She watched with difficulty as the man in the black baseball cap took the fruit knife and walked towards the person at the alley entrance.

Oh right... isn't that the person who splashed her with water just now...? If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have noticed the danger behind her.

If they follow you home, you won't be able to escape.

If I survive, I really have to thank him...

Her vision blurred, and Han Xinyi vaguely remembered that the person looked rather thin, and the murderer had a knife.

The man in the black baseball cap was also sizing up the man who had appeared midway. The man was wearing a motorcycle helmet and was smart enough to know to protect his vitals.

He was very tall and wearing a white turtleneck sweater that didn't look very muscular; the sweater was loose and oversized, indicating that he didn't have large muscles.

His legs, mainly covered by jeans, were very thin, like those pretty boys on TV, who didn't look like they had much Combat Power.

"Heh, just here to die." The man in the black baseball cap sneered, afraid that the other party would escape again and spread the news of today's events, and took a few steps closer.

"Are you the murderer in the Throat Cutting Case recently?" The helmeted man seemed incredulous as he reached out to meet the knife in the black baseball cap.

Seeing his action, the man in the black baseball cap felt a strange sense of excitement.

Damn it, even this idiot is wasting my time.

Since he's a complete idiot who can't do anything, he'd probably scream in terror when he kills, just like a woman, right?

However, his thoughts came to an abrupt halt the next moment.

Because this man, who didn't look particularly strong, actually managed to stop the knife that the man was swinging down with all his might, using only one hand.

"Tsk, looks like you're not." The man's voice inside the helmet was magnetic and clear, tinged with disappointment. Before the man in the baseball cap could react, he was suddenly punched in the stomach.

Overturning rivers and seas.

At that moment, he didn't even think about why this person was so strong; he only felt excruciating pain, as if his internal organs had been shattered.

With one move, he took down the man in the black baseball cap. The man in the helmet looked at the assailant curled up and howling in pain, kicked the knife that had fallen to the ground away, and quickly ran to Han Xinyi's side.

At this moment, Han Xinyi was in pain and shocked.

Was the person who came to save her a hero from a TV show?

The man knelt down and pushed up the windshield of his motorcycle helmet.

A face that could amaze anyone was revealed. Han Xinyi's pupils dilated, and she forgot to breathe.

"Where else are you hurt besides your shoulder? Oh, don't worry, my name is Yu Xing, I'm a good person." The man smiled gently, his tone concerned.

Inside the bookstore, the female clerk behind the counter had reached her closing time. Looking at the rain outside, which had lessened but was still enough to obscure her view, her expression was no longer gentle.

Another clerk in charge of the other book sections walked over, glanced at her, and hesitantly asked, "Um... Ranran's illness isn't serious, is it? Will you be covering for her tomorrow?"

"You seem very worried about her." The shop assistant looked at him, her eyes seeming to hold something unspoken.

The male shop assistant's breathing became erratic. For some reason, this "friend who was filling in for Ranran because she was sick," whom he was meeting for the first time today, gave him a sense of oppression. His intuition had always been accurate since childhood, and he found himself involuntarily wanting to stay away from this plain-looking woman.

He was a little nervous, and for some reason felt that something had happened to Ranran. He forced a smile and said, "Haha, Ranran and I are friends. She hasn't said a word in the group chat all day. It's normal for me to be worried, isn't it?"

"She'll be better tomorrow, so I won't be coming." The shop assistant smiled, showing no intention of chatting.

Really...? Ranran will be back at work tomorrow?

The male clerk breathed a sigh of relief, watching the unfamiliar substitute clerk sling his bag over his shoulder, pick up a wet black folding umbrella from the counter, open it, and leave. The moment the glass door was pushed open, a cold wind swept in the rain, and the wind chimes by the door made a rapid and crisp sound. He couldn't help but shiver.

"By the way," the female shop assistant turned her head while still holding the door open, "Has anyone told you? You're very pretty."

The male shop assistant was taken aback by the other person's words and stammered, "Uh..."

The female shop assistant made no other move, as if the statement was just an ordinary statement.

Despite the heavy rain, she walked decisively, her black umbrella swaying in the rain.

The male clerk was in charge of the mystery, supernatural, and fantasy categories. He was also a mystery enthusiast himself, and as he watched the female clerk's back, he felt that something was off.

What's wrong...?

Oh, right!

When I came to work this morning, the sky was overcast, but it wasn't raining.

During lunchtime, the substitute woman was not seen going out to buy food.

Why was the umbrella she just took out wet?

Those black folding umbrellas are very common on the market. Just now, he even saw that the cute girl with dimples who took a book from the mystery bookshelf was also using one of those umbrellas.

But this didn't seem to be a problem... The male shop assistant frowned and thought for a while, but aside from feeling a little strange, he couldn't figure it out and gave up.

He's off work now. He can just go visit Ranran later. They say when the girl you like is sick, it's the perfect time for a boy to show his affection!

More than an hour later, he arrived at Ranran's rented apartment, only to find no one home, except for a copy of the latest local newspaper placed under the door.

The upward-facing side appears to be a summary of the recent series of throat -Throat Cutting Case. This news has garnered a lot of attention recently, and although it has been suppressed online, the local people in Fuhua City are generally aware of it to some extent.

He knew Ranran was a very artistic girl, and she even had a habit of subscribing to newspapers. As if possessed, he picked up the newspaper and browsed through the news article.

"The killer's modus operandi is to slit the throat in a downpour; all the victims so far are good-looking young men..."

Wait a moment.

The male clerk's pupils contracted as he recalled the substitute woman's last words before leaving.

Has anyone ever told you that you're very good-looking?

The torrential rain continues to pour down.