Alice's Hell (23)-A Confession

When the car stopped, Han Xinyi sat in the passenger seat, trembling.

Han Yan opened the car door and said to the distraught girl, "We're home. Get out. Do you want to see Grandma Dean?"

As the man spoke, he looked at Han Xinyi with the eyes of someone looking at something interesting, as if waiting to see how the girl would react.

Han Xinyi glared at him fiercely, then shrank back in her seat for a long time. Han Yan waited patiently for her, and after nearly ten minutes, she finally answered sullenly, "Look."

Maybe the man was just trying to scare her?

Then the man opened the trunk, and young Han Xinyi saw a corpse for the first time.

The corpse stared wide-eyed, its mouth agape, its silver-gray hair stained with patches of blood-red filth. Its hands were clutching its neck, but could not conceal the deep cuts around its neck. It was grotesque and hideous, exuding a suffocating sense of terror that seemed almost tangible.

This is the kind grandmother who always speaks to Han Xinyi with a smile on her face.

"Ugh..." Han Xinyi felt nauseous, but since it was lunchtime and she hadn't had time to eat, she couldn't vomit anything and could only gag while clutching her stomach.

"Well, this old lady was in the way, so I had to bring her back and get rid of her. You understand, right, Xinyi?" The man stroked Han Xinyi's hair, squatted down, and cupped the little girl's face in his hands. "My daughter should have inherited my genes well—haha, it's too early to talk about that now. Are you hungry? Come on, let's fill our stomachs first."

Han Xinyi thought to herself, "My beloved headmistress is dead, how can she still eat!"

But then her stomach started growling, and she realized with horror that she was really hungry.

Later, Han Xinyi didn't know what Han Yan did to the dean's grandmother. She lived with her suddenly appearing father for five years.

Over the past five years, she often saw Han Yan bringing home many strange things, sometimes human remains, sometimes bloodstained knives. Every now and then, Han Yan would disappear, usually for only a few minutes. She would suddenly find that there was no one else in the house except herself, and Han Yan would always reappear somewhere in the house a few minutes later.

Occasionally, Han Yan would disappear for a longer period of time. The longest he ever left was more than half a month. During that time, Han Xinyi thought that her father had abandoned her again, and she was already prepared to live alone.

Aside from these strange things, Han Yan treated her very well, but the perceptive Han Xinyi could sense that rather than raising her as a daughter, Han Yan was raising her as something that had not yet grown up.

At first, she thought about escaping from this terrifying and dangerous man, but no matter where she ran, he could always find her. Time and time again, Han Yan would bring Han Yan back with a smile, Han Yan would just chuckle and flick her nose, "My darling daughter wants to go out to play again? Where do you want to go? Daddy will take you next time."

Gradually, Han Xinyi got used to it.

She guessed she had a condition called Stockholm syndrome, but she couldn't resist the growing sense of dependence. She went to school normally like other children her age, and because of her cute appearance, she was always liked by those around her.

After school, she would go home, looking forward to what fun things her father would bring back that day.

She began to enjoy listening to Han Yan tell bedtime stories, and the real-life bloodshed stories became her secret to lulling her to sleep. Although Han Yan gradually distorted her personality, she never shed a drop of blood on her hands until she was fifteen.

Until one day, Han Yan said to her, "You've grown up, you can live on your own now, right? It's time for Daddy to go."

She grabbed Han Yan's clothes and asked, "Where are you going!?"

Han Yan said, "As you know, Dad works for someone else. Now, the big boss is summoning me, and I have to go help out."

Han Xinyi could sense it--

Han Yan felt that she had already been "tamed" and that he no longer needed to waste his time and energy on her.

She asked, "So, from now on, I'll be living alone?"

"No, I'll bring one of your distant uncles over. From now on, in every record, it will show that you were raised by that uncle, and I will not exist."

Han Yan arrived abruptly and left decisively, leaving behind only one sentence before completely disappearing from Han Xinyi's life and never appearing again.

Han Zhiyong replaced Han Yan and became Han Xinyi's guardian.

She actually knew that Han Yan had a big secret, and so did Han Zhiyong; they both seemed to go to a certain place from time to time.

She disliked this uncle because he was too ordinary-looking compared to her father, and he didn't earn her any affection. Fortunately, Han Zhiyong was only nominally taking care of her; in reality, she controlled her own life completely.

Sometimes Han Xinyi could see Han Zhiyong looking at her with an inquisitive gaze, not with lust, but with the kind of look one would give when examining an object.

Yu Xing listened silently, trying to memorize the entire information-rich memory while also focusing on the key points.

It sounds like Han Xinyi's personality distortion originated from her genes.

Han Yan has a personality disorder, passed on his crazy and negative genes to Han Xinyi. With just a little stimulation or a well-timed breakdown, Han Xinyi can abandon the kindness she learned from the headmistress and fall into the abyss.

So... that Han Yan...

"You figured it out, didn't you? Han Yan is a deducer, a complete pervert and degenerate. Everything he did after taking me away was just to cultivate a promising newcomer for the organization." Han Xinyi crossed her arms, mentioning the figure of "father" but only calling him by his name, seemingly without a trace of fatherly affection in her heart.

Yu Xing twirled the dagger like a pen, then hummed in response, "And then?"

Han Xinyi glanced at him, feeling a little regretful about Yu Xing's calm attitude.

"After that, I never saw Han Yan again; he seemed to have vanished into thin air. When I was eighteen, I found a boy who looked a lot like Han Yan." A smile played on her lips, but unlike her usual sweet smile, this one carried a hint of mockery. "I'm naturally good at getting people to listen to me, and that time, I successfully made him my boyfriend. But a few years later, he changed his mind."

"Before this, despite being misled by Han Yan every day, I held onto that ridiculous kindness and never harmed anyone. However, the moment he changed his mind, I felt an unprecedented rage, so... I killed him, and survived the vengeful ghost that formed after his death. By a twist of fate, I completed the qualification test and, after some effort, became a predictor."

"Well, this is probably the turning point, right? One thought can make you a Buddha, another a demon... I don't want to be a fake good person anymore, so why not just be a demon?" Finally, Han Xinyi summarized, counting on her fingers, "You see, actually, I was the victim from the very beginning. My father didn't want me anymore, my boyfriend didn't want me anymore, oh right, and my uncle too—after I became a Deducer, I joined the organization as Han Yan wished, I believe you already found out—it's Single Prism. My uncle was very enthusiastic towards me at first, but later I gradually surpassed him, gained a higher position in the organization, and could order him around, so he secretly planned to kill me. Don't you think... I'm very pitiful?"

Yu Xing straightened up from the stone statue she was leaning against and nodded in deep agreement. "It is a bit pitiful, but your anger towards your boyfriend is so great, is it really because you like him... or because you see him as a substitute for Han Yan and feel like you've been dumped by Han Yan for the second time?"

This was a very skillful question, hitting the nail on the head and striking at the heart. Han Xinyi was stunned for a moment, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

She had always... studied avoiding this thought, because admitting it meant she had completely lost to Han Yan, that devil.

"No, I just like pretty things," she argued.

Yu Xing scoffed.

That's right, he asked that on purpose. Clearly, Han Xinyi's feelings for Han Yan were not those of a daughter for her father, but a distorted emotion that couldn't be easily categorized.

This is Han Xinyi's real weakness. If he didn't seize the opportunity to poke at it, he would be too kind, which wouldn't be like him at all.

Getting back to the main point, after listening to the story, Han Xinyi does indeed have a pitiful side, because of a mistake that wasn't hers, she caused even more mistakes later on.

Ultimately, regardless of the circumstances or one's stance, this continuation of the mistake should have ended with the death of that unfaithful boyfriend.

However, Han Xinyi still couldn't resist her uncontrollable addiction and killed four innocent people, not to mention how many "teammates" she killed in the simulation Yugi.

The core of tragedy lies in the protagonist's journey from resisting oppression to accepting it, and the resulting disparity after being crushed by fate.

Yu Xing had witnessed enough tragedies, and he himself was half of one—for a time, he was indeed very tragic. Not only was he depressed, but he even hurt some people who didn't deserve to die. Ironically, if we're talking about paying for murder with one's life, he was the one who should pay the price the most, but now he's become a "messenger of justice" and can't die.

That's absurd.

However, he accepted it well. After all, he was a person with a 52% Personality Assimilation Degree, and selfishness was blatantly present in his character. Since he couldn't die anyway, he might as well make the culprit, the Lingren, pay the price. And in the process, encountering a degenerate like Han Xinyi, it didn't seem wrong to deal with her as well.

Of all the things Han Xinyi said, what Yu Xing cared about most was Han Yan.

Just listening to him, he could feel Han Yan's terrifying emotional control. The other party was quite adept at how to lure someone into the abyss.

Besides, no matter what, Han Xinyi is still his own daughter!

This man, who dragged his own daughter into sin without any qualms, is ruthless, cold-hearted, and cunning.

And there's that sentence Han Yan once said.

He said the big boss was calling on him to do something.

Could the "big boss" be referring to the Lingren? Judging from Han Xinyi's recollections, Han Yan's status is undoubtedly very high. He can cultivate new talent for the organization in advance, even if that new talent is his own daughter. He can also easily order Han Zhiyong, making him stand in for Han Xinyi. Someone like that must hold a very high position within Single Prism, right?

Even if it were possible to have direct contact with the Lingren, it wouldn't be impossible.

But that was about ten years ago. In all these years, Han Yan has never come to see Han Xinyi again. Even Han Zhiyong dared to lay a hand on Han Xinyi. Does that mean something happened to Han Yan?

Dead, or perhaps, hidden away.

A glint of light flashed in Yu Xing's eyes. If Han Yan were still alive, he would definitely be a talent that Single Prism needed, and it would be inevitable that he could reach the upper echelons of the organization.

Ah, with the help of Han Xinyi, he finally obtained clues about higher-level members of Single Prism.

Perhaps because Yu Xing had been silent for a while, Han Xinyi had already composed herself and leaned over to poke him. "Yu Xing, what are you thinking about? I swear, I really like you. Look, you and Han Yan don't look alike at all, but I still like you."

"Now, can you tell me the answer? We agreed on that before."

Yu Xing out of her daze and looked at Han Xinyi, who had put on a sweet smile again.

Even at this moment, Han Xinyi still hadn't forgotten to use mental interference on him, trying to influence his decision. Unfortunately, the hymn of the dolls, used as background music, was playing loudly, and its noisy "la la la" sound was hard to ignore.

Yu Xing didn't really have a good way to resist or resist the supernatural power that Han Xinyi had attached to her offerings. In this respect, the doll really made a great contribution.

Just as Han Xinyi was using her abilities to target Yu Xing's mind and psychology, she subtly turned away from Yu Xing's face, as if she had misread it, and spoke to the air behind him.

"This is... vision impairment?" Yu Xing stepped aside. "The doll's ability is to cause mental damage. Could it be that Han Xinyi misjudged some nerve, causing pressure on her optic nerve?"

That's ridiculous!

"La la la... She's out of her mind! La la la~" The idol in the distance knew what he was thinking, and suddenly a sarcastic remark was inserted into the song.

Yu Xing ignored the doll. Hearing such a vague phrase as "brain damaged," he didn't know what to say. So he twirled [Sheqing Dreamscape] in his hand and stabbed it at Han Xinyi.

Since Han Xinyi has the ability to avoid death once, let's just disable that ability first. We can always kill her twice.

It's important to understand that during this half hour, those who enter the sculpture exhibition hall can only enter and not leave. Even if Han Xinyi leaves her original spot and is resurrected, the resurrection point will only be inside the exhibition hall. For Yu Xing, finding her again will be a piece of cake.

Han Xinyi did indeed experience another visual illusion. She stepped forward, intending to hug Yu Xing's arm and act coquettishly, but she missed and immediately realized what was happening.

Alarm bells rang in her mind, and the next moment, a dagger pierced her heart from within the shroud of blue mist.

A chill spread from her heart, accompanied by a profound sense of despair. Han Xinyi wondered if this was a special ability of Yu Xing's dagger. Her face darkened; she knew Yu Xing's final choice.

She gave her life to Yu Xing, so she might as well give him her love along with it. Since Yu Xing insisted on her death, then she could only... turn Yu Xing into a souvenir of death.

"Thud."

Hot blood dripped from the wound, and Han Xinyi coughed up blood. Her heart ached terribly.

With a pale face, she looked up at Yu Xing's indifferent eyes, then collapsed to the ground, quickly turning into a black stain that scattered and disappeared from Yu Xing's sight.