My thoughts were a mess, and I sank into a long blank.
When I came to, I found someone lying in the grass beside me.
It took me a moment to recognize him. It was Ximen Wenhao, the man Liu Haiqing had wanted to kill.
He was already dead.
His body was twisted at an odd angle, with bones jutting through the skin at his elbows, bloodily exposed to the air. A pool of blood beneath his head had stained the grass red.
That pose...
Fragments of memory surfaced. I could see how Ximen Wenhao had walked to this little hill, then, through some strange coincidence, tripped over himself and fallen into this state.
The human outline Liu Haiqing had drawn was no longer recognizable. Ximen Wenhao had tumbled all the way here, leaving this small patch of grass in utter disarray.
I stood there quietly, feeling a rush of satisfaction. The memory kept replaying in my mind. I took in every tiny expression and every shift in Ximen Wenhao's gaze, etching them into my memory.
I was like a god looking down from on high at an ant.
I could control these people's lives as I pleased, and decide whether they lived or died.
Not just Ximen Wenhao, but Liu Haiqing as well.
I raised my head and realized that the surroundings had changed at some point.
There were people on the hill now: police officers and onlookers.
I heard a police officer shout, "We've found a dead body here at Flower Mountain..."
Flower Mountain...
My thoughts blurred for a moment, but the sound of a young person crying quickly brought me back.
I saw a brother and sister stumbling toward us. Their features were so alike that no one could mistake their relationship. Besides, I already remembered their