Alice's Hell (26)-Back from the Dead

How's it going?

Han Xinyi listened to Yu Xing's "threat" when he was at his last gasp and shook her head with a smile.

The mirror is a kind of ghost called "Good Friend." She had encountered it before, but only briefly, and she didn't yet know how it attacked. However, she didn't care what the mirror had gone through in front of Yu Xing, because whatever the process, it was none of her business. The matter was already settled, and she wouldn't repeat the same mistake.

Yu Xing is powerless to resist, isn't he? In another ten seconds or so, his brain, like the muscles in his body, will be dissolved into nothingness.

Yu Xing, on the other hand, wouldn't have to endure that final period of suffering, because his life would end before that.

"Enjoy your final fear, Yu Xing." The person before her was about to die, and Han Xinyi's tone suddenly calmed down a bit. Having obtained what she had been pursuing in a different way, she inexplicably felt that she was not as happy as she had imagined.

She thought she would be very happy if she could kill Han Yan and keep his head.

She took a step back, averting her gaze from Yu Xing's blood-covered face. "Stop pretending, you must be in a lot of pain. But if you don't want to scream and want to preserve your last shred of dignity, then it's up to you."

Han Xinyi felt that she was really kind, so kind that it even made her arrogance weaken a bit.

In order to give Yu Xing enough attention, she killed Yu Xing herself, but did not take Yu Xing to the steward to ask for the system's reward.

But why are you unhappy?

Since she started killing to vent her anger, she hasn't been unhappy for a long time.

Why? Is it because Yu Xing and Han Yan are ultimately not the same kind of people?

Han Xinyi pressed her hand to her chest, suddenly realizing that her heart was aching slightly. She suddenly wondered what kind of impact the doll's singing had had on her.

The doll must have driven her mad, causing her to display emotions that shouldn't exist in her at all.

Ha, Yu Xing, what a brilliant plan, isn't it? You're the one who's best at manipulating emotions, you really are a liar.

Fresh blood dripped onto the ground. Yu Xing coughed a few more times; his vocal cords were completely destroyed, and he could no longer speak.

He felt his consciousness gradually fading away. Although he knew he would be resurrected soon after death, the feeling of impending death and the pain were very real.

His breath reeked of blood, yet a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

The nerves in her facial muscles had long since lost control and were unable to coordinate with her brain to complete the "smile" command, but Yu Xing just felt that she should show a smile now.

He felt a little self-mockery about his unnecessary thoughts. Having already discovered the strangeness of the Forbidden Chair, he could have easily dodged Han Xinyi's push, or even just used a little more force to stand firm, preventing Han Xinyi from pushing him. He wouldn't have ended up in this situation at all.

But... he felt that although Han Xinyi had killed many people and was burdened with sins, she had at least never harmed him. Although her words of love were twisted and perverse, they still came from the heart. He had just killed Han Xinyi, and Han Xinyi hadn't even fought back. If Han Xinyi owed the four victims and their close families an unpayable blood debt, then he, Yu Xing, also owed Han Xinyi something.

Yu Xing thought that for the sake of Yu Jiaming, Gao Chang'an, and others who were exhausted from their efforts for justice, she could not let Han Xinyi go either.

It's even less likely that he would stay with Han Xinyi, aiding and abetting evil, and veering towards depravity.

He couldn't accept Han Xinyi's feelings for him, nor did he want to. He couldn't repay her, nor was there any need to. But he just... suddenly softened.

He wanted to repay Han Xinyi with his life. He killed Han Xinyi once, and he would die at her hands once in return, so that they would cancel each other out and be even.

His pupils began to dilate, his consciousness became fragmented, and the physical pain and the chilling coldness in his soul tormented him. Yu Xing felt an overwhelming weariness wash over him, and his vision grew darker and darker. He seemed to hallucinate that he heard his own sneer.

He was laughing at himself.

Well... he doesn't always deliberately make himself look so miserable, like he has a masochistic streak.

Maybe it's because I'm getting old; the longer I live, the more sentimental I become.

It's all Zhu Yan and Qu Xuanqing's fault. Raising him since he was little has instilled in him a useless, indecisive personality. In the past, he wouldn't have blinked an eye if he killed Han Xinyi; he would have just thought, "What does it have to do with me that you like me?"

Consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, will suddenly go out at some point.

Yu Xing's head hung low, his black hair blending seamlessly with the black air, obscuring his paper-white face and the shocking streaks of blood.

The cessation of the Withered Reagent's effect meant that the body had completely lost its vitality.

Because Han Xinyi had looked away earlier, she didn't see the last hint of a smile in Yu Xing's eyes.

Having received a notification that the Withered Reagent could no longer be used in this simulation, she stared at Yu Xing's corpse, listening to the somewhat monotonous and dissatisfied mechanical voice emanating from the outdoor lamplight. "Within thirty minutes, the tourists have failed to capture the vandal. Alice very angry and has decided to capture him herself."

The system also sent a warning: [The hostile mission is incomplete; Alice will prematurely join the monster faction and begin wandering.]

Han Xinyi ignored it all. She simply looked at the corpse in front of her, reached out and brushed the messy hair from the young man's forehead, and stated as if making a statement. "Some people are as lowly as rats in the sewers just to survive, while others only need to cross a line called humanity to begin deciding the life and death of others."

This was a sentence she had seen in a mystery novel she bought at the bookstore a while ago; the book was called "Rotten," and she liked it very much.

She was the one who crossed the line.

Is there anything wrong with crossing the line? It's always better to be someone who can control other people's lives than to be controlled by others.

Just like her parents... Han Yan crossed the line, so dirty, yet so charming, so strong.

And her "mother" whom she had never met... Don't think she didn't know; during the years she lived with Han Yan, she had already figured it out. Her mother was killed by Han Yan.

That woman was someone who never crossed the line; she coveted Han Yan's looks and talent, but couldn't understand Han Yan cruelty.

Therefore, the mother became an obstacle, and was finally removed by Han Yan after giving birth to her.

Look, Yu Xing is just like her pitiful mother... because she refused to fall into depravity, she was destroyed.

Han Xinyi's expression was gentle. She ran her fingers through Yu Xing's hair, then sighed softly and prepared to leave.

At that very moment, an unexpected change occurred!

A hand, reduced to mere bones, rose up without any apparent nerve control and gripped her wrist tightly!

Han Xinyi stared in surprise, her eyes meeting Yu Xing's open gaze.

"You... how could this be!?" She took a large step back in shock, but the pull on her wrist prevented her from freeing herself. "You also have a scapegoat!"

Because of her ingrained way of thinking, that was the only thing she could think of.

Yu Xing looked away, squinted, and shook his still somewhat groggy head. Realizing his face was sticky, he raised his other skeletal hand and carefully wiped his face with the Alice's Hell Hoodie that was over his bones.

His sleeves were stained with a thick layer of red. He clicked his tongue twice, then lifted the hem of his shirt and wiped it clean. Only after feeling a bit refreshed did he stop.

He did these things slowly and deliberately, without even looking at Han Xinyi, as if she didn't exist. Only the knuckles of his hand firmly gripping her wrist showed that he knew there was someone standing in front of him.

Han Xinyi watched him the whole time, and when she saw Yu Xing lift his shirt to wipe his face, revealing his slender spine and other bones that she couldn't name, her eyes twitched.

She couldn't be mistaken, could she? Yu Xing, who had no internal organs, had actually come back to life?

Where did his life force come from?!

"It later ran away crying," Yu Xing said.

Han Xinyi was stunned by the shock, her face almost completely blank. Strangely, even in her extreme fright, a faint smile remained on her face.

But her tone and smile were contradictory; she raised her voice and asked, with a puzzled look, "What is it?"

Yu Xing realized she had forgotten the previous topic, so she added a wording reminder: "I was talking about that mirror that asked me if I was in pain. It ran away crying because it realized I couldn't die."

"... Is that so?" For Han Xinyi, the topic changed too quickly. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, as if she wanted to regain her sweet smile, but before she could even think about the meaning of "can't die," Yu Xing's next words plunged her into despair.

Every time Yu Xing is resurrected, the feeling of coming back to life is very peculiar, and the feeling of briefly suppressing the cold aura is even more comfortable. He always loses his usual control over his words and actions and seems somewhat mentally unstable.

For example, right now, Yu Xing, with her long, narrow phoenix eyes that turned up at the corners, pressed on to the previous topic in an unquestionable, serious tone, without any threat or sarcasm. "You can cry now, but you can't run away."

Han Xinyi felt a pang of panic. This time was different from the last; her ability to take someone else's place was gone. If Yu Xing in good enough condition, she really would have to...

Click.

Yu Xing's finger bones met the hilt of the dagger, producing a slightly crisp clinking sound.

Are you going to cry?

"..." Han Xinyi paused for a moment, then, as if coming back to her senses, she tried to bend the bones in her wrists. To her surprise, as a deducer whose physical strength had been enhanced, she couldn't even bend a few bones that had no support.

Yu Xing stood up, looking down at her like a skeleton, as she chose not to cry and wasted her time here, the dagger in her hand flashing between her fingers.

The Forbidden Chair lost its pressure, the eerie green light slowly dimmed, and the sculpture classroom was about to return to darkness.

Yu Xing's fingers, which were twirling the dagger, paused for a moment, then he thrust it forward with a sudden thud!

"Brush!"

A black mist emerged from Han Xinyi's body, quickly gathering and almost solidifying to block the attack of [Sheqing Dreamscape], almost producing a clanging sound like blades clashing.

"Yu Xing!" Han Xinyi couldn't use most of her sacrificial abilities at this moment, and only had a throat-slitting knife to use for attacking. But she knew that she had no chance of winning if she fought Yu Xing head-on with cold weapons.

So, when Yu Xing raised the dagger again, she could only cry out urgently, "Yu Xing, I was wrong! Don't kill me, I'll turn myself in after I get out alive!"

She wasn't just shouting that casually; those words contained all the remaining power of her chief sacrifice.

[Offering: Smiling Angel]

[Form: An expression]

[This offering has been fused with "Persona Mask Throat Cutter," and its fused abilities are: ① Wearing the Smiling Angel will grant you exceptional charisma, influencing how others perceive you.]

[②The body language of smiling becomes a vehicle for suggestion, creating a certain psychological suggestion on the target. When the fear caused by the psychological suggestion is sufficient, this ability will enter the second stage: mental derangement.]

[③Speaking while smiling has a chance to make the target completely obedient; the higher the difficulty, the greater the failure rate. All of the above abilities have no limit on the number of uses, but will consume varying amounts of power depending on the difficulty of the action. When the power reserve is depleted, the sacrifice cannot be used until it is automatically replenished.]

[Description: This is the strangest batch of offerings I have ever seen. It is neither a physical entity nor a phantom, but an expression, a concept.]

[Note: Wearing it will keep you smiling until it loses its effect. It's strange that your personality has fused with this strangely powerful offering. Is it because you see someone with suggestive abilities and want them too? Then wear it; you'll look like a smiling angel.]

After exhausting the power of the offering, something invisible seemed to shatter on her face, and her ever-present smile vanished, finally revealing her true expression.

Resentment, pride, fear, and a glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, Yu Xing possessed strong willpower at this moment. Influenced by his confession, he stopped the dagger from stabbing him and said seriously, "I can see from your eyes that you are lying."

Yu Xing knew that she would not turn herself in. Because of her identification with and pride in her genes, she would never do anything that would damage her identity as "Han Yan's daughter".

Han Xinyi habitually put on a smile. Ever since she received the Smiling Angel, she had smiled every day. Even now that the offering had shattered and disappeared, her smile remained so natural, "I'm telling the truth. You can supervise me. I'll confess to all my crimes. If there's even a hint of harming someone, I'll..."

"Puff."

The dagger plunged into her heart. Han Xinyi stared blankly at the decisive Yu Xing, unable to continue her sentence halfway through.

"Han Xinyi, has anyone ever told you not to lie to experienced people?" Yu Xing shook her head dismissively. "You know what? In my opinion, your whole demeanor screams 'I want to get two meddlesome people from the death Criminal Investigation Team after leaving the simulation team.'"

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and Han Xinyi's face turned ashen. She felt that her heart was shattered, and she knew she was not going to survive.

"Ha... hahaha... I still died at your hands in the end? How ridiculous... I have a question." She asked weakly.

"Ask away." The tissues and organs on Yu Xing's body had begun to grow, covering the white bones with a thin membrane.

"How exactly did you determine that I was the murderer?"