Liu Haiqing carefully drew a human outline on the ground. He took a long time over it. A middle-aged man was as focused as a preschooler doing an arts-and-crafts assignment. He even looked up pictures online, thinking about how to torture Ximen Wenhao.
I couldn't understand Liu Haiqing's hatred. Maybe there was some sorrowful past he hadn't told me about, but that didn't stop me from immersing myself in the malice radiating from him.
I realized that I actually enjoyed this atmosphere. It felt like stepping into a forest oxygen bar, escaping the clamor of a big city and breathing in some rare, pure air.
In that atmosphere, Liu Haiqing finished drawing the crude human outline.
It wasn't easy to draw on dirt and grass.
Even though Liu Haiqing had burned this area before, freeing Lei Yinyin...
Lei Yinyin...
Who was that?
A name and a question suddenly surfaced in my mind.
"Is this enough? The paint I bought doesn't seem to show up." Liu Haiqing sounded a little frustrated.
He seemed unaware that the human outline he'd drawn was meant to kill someone. His tone was perfectly casual.
My attention was pulled back, and my gaze fell involuntarily on the grass.
As Liu Haiqing had said, the outline he'd drawn was faint. Unless someone lay down on the ground, they could barely make out that there was a picture there.
But to my eyes, the outline was radiating yin energy. On this hillside, that was the only spot that seemed to glow, declaring its presence.
"That's enough. You should leave, so you don't get mistaken for the killer." I sounded as if I were kindly reminding Liu Haiqing.
Liu Haiqing's breathing grew ragged. "What?"
"He'll die here, in an accident. But the police will still investigate when they arrive."