Act.20 Perfect Crime · Perfect Crime
[Part 1: Children Without Fathers]
When Meteor told Hasben whole story, the young man felt a sense of loss.
He was extremely annoyed; had he been making things worse the whole time?
Glory is the Big Sister; she entered Blackland to catch even more dangerous criminals.
"So all my efforts to get you out of this prison were in vain? Was it all just wishful thinking on my part?"
The A Xing, unconcerned, ran to the sixth shelf, removed the wooden frame of "<The Starry Night>," and rolled up the precious oil painting to store it away.
"It's not your fault, no, no, it is your fault, oh well, don't overthink it—life is over 20,000 days long, enjoy each day as it comes."
But Hasben was deeply mired in this feeling of self-blame, and another matter awaited him.
"My own father wants to kill me. This rapist, this ruthless drug lord, wants my life! He stole my mother's happiness, robbed a young girl of a joyful and peaceful marriage, robbed a child of a normal childhood, and now he wants to take away a mother's most precious son."
A Xing waited a while, lost in thought.
She looked at the young man, who was about the same age as her, and seemed to be infected by his intense hatred and resentment.
"Hasben, I understand how you feel."
At this point, A Xing patted the red-haired boy on the back.
"I don't have a father either, and neither does the Big Sister. Our lives are missing a very important figure, someone who could be great and heroic, wise and cunning, or even greedy, lustful, incompetent, and despicable—there should be such a figure."
Hasben bent over and paused for a moment when he heard that the Big Sister also had no father.
He showed no intention of restarting the power switch. If the surveillance cameras exposed his whereabouts, his father would likely come to claim his life immediately, and it would be difficult to explain how the treasure keeper in the Treasure Pavilion died.
If the warden knew that Hasben had awakened his Soul Power, he would probably go insane on the spot.
--We will kill this [child] whose power is still weak and who doesn't know how to control his soul force, regardless of the cost.
A Xing walked suspiciously to the double doors on the south side of the Treasure Pavilion, looking around at her surroundings, and then she continued.
"None of us have a father, no role models. They say like begets like, and even a rat's child can dig a hole. You should be grateful that this despicable bastard didn't raise you to be another little scumbag, a little poisonous insect."
"Is that so?" Hasben childhood, and he was always sentimental, lacking a mentor in his life.
In combat, he can make clear judgments and take the initiative to carry out dangerous missions such as breakthrough attacks and building raids. He can lead by example, risking his life to kill bandits and protect his teammates.
But he couldn't do what the Cult Leader did—to command his subordinates, to order his teammates around, to put others in critical moments of danger. He preferred to take on that responsibility himself rather than have someone else do it. This was the gentleness he inherited from his mother.
Thinking of this, Hasben breathed a sigh of relief.
But A Xing started screaming and yelling for help.
Soon, her cries for help attracted a security guard on patrol.
Before Hasben could say anything, and before he could even understand what the little girl was planning to do...
A Xing leaped up and swung his Iron Knight, knocking out the guard who had come to check on the situation.
She started tugging at the guard's clothes, urging Hasben on like a little rascal who had done all sorts of bad things.
"What are you standing there for! Come and change your clothes!"
Hasben was shocked. "You attacked a prison guard?"
A Xing said disdainfully, "I not only attacked the prison guards, I'm also planning to Prison Break! If you walk openly with me, what am I supposed to say when the Cult Leader sees your face on the security camera? Hurry up and change!"
Seeing that no one was around, Hasben, along with A Xing, dragged the guard to the southeast corner of the Treasure Pavilion, changed him into a guard's uniform, tucked his red hair into his hat, pulled the brim down, and then followed A Xing toward the wedding venue.
It's already 3 PM.
--The wedding banquet in the center of the venue was in full swing, with the leaders of each gang taking turns to offer toasts and congratulations to the bride and groom.
Past grievances and grudges have all vanished and are no longer worth mentioning.
Most people who receive blood donation are infertile. The more a person undergoes various forms of blood transformation and the more deformed their body becomes, the slimmer their chances of having children.
Jello and Jielina are ordinary people, and their child is innocent. This new life will receive the blessings of all their uncles and aunts, and will grow rapidly in an abnormal spiritual pressure environment. Perhaps it will be able to defeat the Warden's Heaven's Gate and help these elders escape this hell.
At this moment, Duran, his girlfriend Flavia, and G117 sat together in a VIP room, looking out at the green lawn and the busy bride and groom at the wedding venue.
A plate containing a brass key and a police uniform was passed from Mr. Link to Ms. Duran.
The brass key can directly open the door to room 1185. After passing through this door, you can directly reach White Dragon County in Forty-Eight District. Traveling north along the river valley for more than 20 kilometers, you can reach the planned location, Clearwater Bay.
G117 urged Duran, "Have you found Hasben yet?"
Duran shook his head. The White Snake had been searching and deducing all sorts of future visions, but he couldn't find any trace of Mr. Hasben. It seemed that he wasn't even around the clubhouse, nor did he intend to enter the wedding venue—which didn't make sense.
Just as Duran was sweating profusely, worried about what "offerings" to bring back to Forty-Eight District, he was anxiously awaiting the answer.
Hasben appeared--
He was still wearing that white wolf cloak, stylish and handsome, with that same old motherly demeanor, and found G117 in the VIP room.
He brought the celebratory cake from Jello and Jielina's wedding ceremony, preparing one for each of the girls. When he saw G117, he would avoid eye contact, as if he felt guilty.
"Ladies, I've brought you a cake. Mr. Jello specifically asked me to pass on his greetings."
This scene deeply shocked Duran; her Timeline had never even considered this future, there was no such possibility!
Where did this guy come from?
Which door?
From which direction?
Why did he seem to appear out of nowhere outside the VIP lounge door?
Duran suddenly looked at her best friend beside her, and cold sweat poured down her forehead.
G117 and Flavia were completely unaware, thinking it was Hasben Madison visiting with gifts, both appearing utterly clueless and oblivious.
"Wait a minute."
Duran had barely opened his mouth when a sharp gaze was cast upon "Hasben".
The man spoke first, "Duran, aren't you welcoming me? Didn't you ask me to come?"
Duran froze on the spot, speechless.
Her and Flavia's inner demon was this omnipotent and all-powerful Cult Leader.
From childhood to adulthood, they were like two weak baby elephants. Even after they grew up and gained spiritual power, they still dared not break free of the iron chains binding their ankles.
For them, the Cult Leader was inviolable, unyielding, and inviolable!
But why did this guy come to the wedding and appear in the small room with the VIP seating area in full view of everyone?
Isn't he afraid of dying here?
Wait a minute.
Duran hesitated for a moment, and even began to doubt his own judgment.
Are you really Hasben?
Mr. Hasben was slightly surprised, but spoke to Ms. Duran with great importance.
"If it wasn't me, then who could it be? Could it be someone who looks a lot like me?"
Duran's inexplicable question made Xue Ming suspicious.
She remained expressionless, her emotions unreadable, and even her eyes didn't change; she looked blank.
Hasben immediately got straight to the point, stating his purpose.
"I've always wanted to get G117 out of this prison. I believe she's an innocent person who was framed by my subordinate Morian and ended up in this godforsaken place."
He then showed the wounds on his neck and temples, the sores and ulcers left when he was parasitized by the Canaanite life.
"She saved my life and told me she came to this prison to repay a debt of gratitude. I'm very curious about your relationship with her, and what favor you owe her that would make her risk her life to come to such a dangerous place as Hedland to repay a debt of gratitude."
Duran was momentarily stunned; she had almost completely trusted this Rangers soldier.
"I"
"Can I have your share?" Xue Ming interrupted, pointing to the cake in Hasben's hand.
Hasben, holding his plate, looked slightly puzzled. "Why?"
Xue Ming pointed to the bright red cream on her plate. "I don't like strawberries, there's too much sugar. Yours is just right, with a runny blueberry center."
But the next second, a hint of displeasure flashed in "Hasben's" eyes, as if his little trick had been exposed and his self-esteem had been hurt.
He was initially pleased by the respect shown by Duran and Flavia when he put pressure on them; his younger daughters were still so obedient.
However, the "bad friend" they made outside didn't seem as naive and simple-minded as he appeared.
G117 looks like a block of wood, but this gesture of asking for cake is so rude. Does she like Hasben? Doesn't she find Hasben's drooling at all?
I took several bites of this cake!
--This foolish woman has fallen in love with my son? Is she about to make her choice?
Nevertheless, the Cult Leader is determined to continue this charade.
He risked his life to find out if Duran and Flavia could truly be of use to him. How did they come to be connected with G117? What was the relationship between this incredibly capable female prisoner and her two young daughters?
Thinking this, the Cult Leader handed the plate to G117 and received a strawberry cake in return.
The next second, G117's action was like a resounding slap across the face of the Cult Leader.
Xue Ming licked the edge of the plate lightly, then his eyes lit up, and he casually put it back on the table.
"It tastes the same as before, it's awful, I'm not eating it anymore."
A strange sense of shame welled up in the Cult Leader's heart.
What does "it tastes terrible" mean?
Xue Ming: "It means exactly what it says."
Through the pheromones remaining on the plate, Xue Ming knew exactly who the person in front of her was. She had eaten the Cult Leader's handwritten letter, and the stench emanating from her spiritual pressure was unmistakable.
"I give up. Not only do I dislike strawberries, but I also dislike blueberries. To be precise, I dislike cake."
Flavia was completely oblivious; she was simply laughing heartily.
"Hey! Duran! This girl's got some personality! Hehehehe! Should we have Hasben cut us a few more pieces?"
At this moment, an eerie silence enveloped the VIP seating area.
The Cult Leader, disguised as Hasben, asked with unwavering determination.
"Ms. Duran, would you mind telling me about your friendship?"
Xue Ming answered quickly, "She is my savior."
The Cult Leader then pressed on, "I didn't ask you; I want Duran to say it himself."
Suddenly, Duran felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. When he came to his senses, he found that one of his hands was being tightly gripped by the Cult Leader.
The red-haired man held Duran's hand and gently licked the sweat from the back of his hand.
"What are you afraid of? Is your relationship with G117 such a terrifying, bizarre memory that you find it hard to talk about?"
"Sorry, Hasben." Xue Ming picked up the cake knife, ready to strike. "I'm going to kill you."
The Cult Leader's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe it. He pulled Duran's hand and retreated step by step, while G117, like a vengeful ghost, chased straight towards the Cult Leader with its blade.
[Did this stupid woman really mistake me for Hasben Madison? Is she serious?]
Is she going to kill me in front of over two thousand guests?
The Cult Leader shouted frantically, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
At the critical moment, Duran finally spoke.
"No! G117! Don't go so fast!"
The Cult Leader's eyes flickered frequently, and he looked at Duran with a touch more tenderness.
[Yes, yes, this bitch will listen to you! Duran! Looks like she really owes you a huge favor! Yes! You recognized me! Right!]
Upon hearing this, Xue Ming stopped what he was doing and scratched his head vigorously. "You told me to kill him, and then you told me to stop. What do you mean? You're confusing me! If I don't kill him, I'll have to kill you."
The knife, which was originally pointed at the Cult Leader, was then moved to Duran's forehead.
"How am I supposed to go back and explain this? The Cult Leader told me that as long as I get the head, I can rise to great heights—but I can't bear to kill you, Duran! I can't repay kindness with enmity!"
Duran said in a serious tone, "Wait a minute, wait a little longer!"
Once the tense atmosphere had subsided, Claudia Ars Duran took the Cult Leader's hand and returned to her seat, as if she wanted to tell Cult Leader all the truths and explain all the reasons.
"I saved G117's life on that flight—in order to seize the Red Mountain Stone."
The Cult Leader licked the back of Duran's hand, listening quietly to everything.
[Part 2: Take me back to that place]
Duran's eyes burned as he looked at G117.
"--FE204863 is a monster. He possesses a terrifying soul power beyond any of our imagination. In order to survive, I teamed up with Flavia to defeat him."
"But this woman, Glory, was also attacked by FE204863's soul power on the plane, and by chance, she was drawn into this deadly battle."
"We were arrested when the plane landed. But Glory escaped. She has a very special identity and made a promise with us that we would rekindle our relationship and get us out of prison. Hasben Madison, now you know?"
The Cult Leader was very satisfied with this answer; he couldn't detect a trace of falsehood in it.
But the most difficult thing to discern in the world is the human heart.
He pressed further, "I don't understand. As a law enforcement officer, I don't quite understand what you just said—why were you two arrested, but the female criminal G117 escaped unharmed? Give me a reasonable explanation."
Flavia yelled, "Why waste words with this guy! Kill him! Kill him!"
Duran patiently explained, "Her combat prowess is extremely strong. Neither the soldiers of Guangling Zhixi nor the Lapis Lazuli Guards are a match for her. Cult Leader, she is an invaluable talent."
The instant his identity was revealed—
Flavia immediately turned into a quiet little chick.
Xue Ming still had a blank stare and a wooden expression.
"Tch," the Cult Leader ripped off the invisible tape between his nose wing, restoring the distorted flesh to its original state and finally revealing his true face. "Your friend doesn't seem very clever. Tell her to be more careful in the future. There are far too many ways to disguise and disguise in the underworld."
Duran breathed a sigh of relief, "Perhaps she doesn't even need to uncover other people's schemes? Whether it's true or not, she'll just give them a beating first—that's her style."
"You have twenty minutes left." The Cult Leader rose, preparing to leave the VIP section. "Bring me Hasben's head, Duran —or I'll have you bring your head to me."
At this very moment, the door to the VIP room was completely blocked.
A Xing, pulling on Hasben Madison himself, bumped right into the Cult Leader.
"I brought the person! Big sister! I brought the person! Hey you! Why did you just block the door without saying a word!"
An eerie atmosphere once again enveloped the small house.
When the father and son met, both looked terrified.
Hasben's eyes changed drastically--
When the Cult Leader saw the young face under the guard's hat, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body and ascended to heaven.
When A Xing finally saw the Cult Leader's attire, she couldn't quite tell the difference between the two. She first looked in front, then behind.
"Huh? Why is there one more? Why is there one more? What's going on?"
Time passed second by second--
A full fifteen seconds of silence.
Every moment of eye contact is torture.
Hasben felt a ripple in his heart. His biological father was only a door away from him, but to catch this heinous criminal was an extremely distant, almost insurmountable distance.
That guy's hand was already on the door frame, and the intense spiritual pressure fluctuations indicated that if he took another step forward, he would be torn to shreds by the Heaven's Gate!
He could leave through this door at any time, but I could only watch helplessly as this inhuman beast went unpunished!
The Cult Leader's expression was twisted and terrifying; he was only a door away from his son, yet he dared not leave God's territory!
He was extremely wary of this blood connection, and even firmly believed that everything and everyone related to Hasben Madison could potentially put him to death!
Just now, female prisoner G117 almost accidentally killed him!
The same applies now. If I were to cross the door, that brat would unleash astonishing power and kill his father!
"What are we waiting for!"
The Cult Leader shouted orders, yelling at his two youngest daughters and G117.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
In that instant, Hasben lunged toward the inside of the room, but didn't even have time to call out Hunwei's real name.
A pair of strong, delicate hands gripped his throat, snapping his spine in the process.
A Xing was stunned. The Big Sister had ended Hasben Madison's life so cleanly and efficiently. She hadn't even had time to open the painting "<The Starry Night>"! She hadn't even had time to do anything to save him!
Hasben's body slumped to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
The Cult Leader roared, "Well done! But not enough!"
He stepped forward, pushed G117 aside, and violently carried his son's body into the VIP section, then bit it off!
The vital essence flowed in his throat, and the warm flesh and blood made him radiant!
"Killed! Killed! I have truly killed Jupiter! I have no more weaknesses! I no longer have to live in fear!"
He swallowed the gushing blood, his eyes growing increasingly excited, as if he had lost all reason. He looked at G117 as if he had discovered a treasure of the world.
"You did a great job! You did an excellent job!"
The pale wolf-hair coat was now stained red with blood, and the wedding fireworks had drawn away the attention of all the guests.
"Not enough! Not enough! Unfortunately, time is running out."
The Cult Leader had practically emptied Hasben's chest cavity, clutching a fresh piece of liver, his eyes darting around, his mouth full of blood.
He told G117, "Excellent! Excellent! Absolutely excellent! This is the perfect crime! Even God is on my side!"
He spoke to Duran, his voice trembling, wanting to share his joy. "This is the incredible luck I was born with! The surveillance cameras only saw a guard enter the VIP section; no one will find out he's dead!"
He pointed to G117.
"You're the murderer! Glory! You're a vampire! Well done! Your neck-twisting technique is honed to perfection; you could kill a fully-fledged psychic in an instant!"
Xue Ming: "What do we do next?"
"I'll shred him! Even chopping off his head isn't enough! I must kill him completely! Who knows if this bastard has some strange psionic abilities!" The Cult Leader called upon the true name of Soul Might: "[Knock on the Heaven's Gate] -- Shred this corpse!"
In that instant, a pale marble statue emerged from the Cult Leader's physical body.
Its arms wrapped around him, transforming into a doorway, much like a scanner, thoroughly dissecting Hasben's body from top to bottom and sending it to different locations, only for it to fall back to its original position due to gravity.
A strong stench wafted out, and A Xing stood outside the door, too afraid to come in!
The moment her skull shattered, her heart broke too.
Without a doubt, Mr. Hasben, who had just awakened his Soul Power, had no chance of survival! His head was reduced to six pieces, which splashed onto the carpet of the VIP room.
After finishing these tasks, the Cult Leader began to laugh hysterically.
Hahahaha! Hahahaha!
It was as if he had killed not his own son, but the enemy who had murdered his father and stolen his wife.
"Hahahaha! I've passed the trial! I've passed the trial!"
With that, he walked out the door and returned to the reassuring monitoring room.
An order came from inside the door--
" --Duran! Use the key to leave Hedland, and bring them all here! Take them back to my lair!"
Once the psionic fluctuations from the door finally subsided, A Xing first followed Xue Ming's example, testing the door with her hair to make sure it was safe before stepping into the dimly lit, terrifying VIP area.
A deathly silence enveloped the four women.
A Xing looked at Mr. Hasben's dismembered body and tentatively asked a question.
Is there any hope for Glory?
Xue Ming silent, placing Mr. Hasben's shattered brain tissue on a plate and covering it with a cream cake.
Duran immediately understood, dividing Hasben's skull into four plates and carrying them out of the bloody room.
A Xing, holding her plate, said nothing, but secretly communicated with the Big Sister using her spirit form.
"Was it even worth it? He's already turned into a pile of braised meat! I couldn't have saved him in time! There wasn't a single chance! If only I had been quicker and made him swallow this painting sooner!"
Xue Ming: "No! He has already saved himself!"
Meteor didn't understand. "When?"
Xue Ming picked through the food on his plate and found a shard of glass.
"Hasben Madison has changed! He's no longer that innocent kid!"
When the meteor looked at the shards of glass, it finally understood.
"This is... this is the jar that held the life of Canaan. Didn't he submit this evidence to the forensic department?"
"He didn't believe in the justice system in Hedland, he didn't believe anyone here, he only believed in me, and himself. When I snapped his neck, the kid didn't resist at all—almost like embracing a lover, handing his life over to me," Xue Ming explained. "It was in that instant that I found this jar in his little pouch. Perhaps there really was some god of fate at work. If he survived, it was his courage that protected him. He had firmly grasped his own destiny in his own hands, no longer going with the flow, but going against the current."
Returning to room 1185, Xue Ming broke through the wall to avoid being monitored.
The four sisters then pieced Hasben's skull back together, turned on the air conditioner, and lowered the temperature to sixteen degrees Celsius.
"That kid," Duran's White Snake had already foreseen the outcome, "Is an incredible fellow."
Xue Ming watched as the writhing chunks of flesh slowly recovered, transformed and reorganized by the Canaanian life form, becoming a complete spherical cavity, which then rolled around in the bathtub.
"At the very moment the Cult Leader chopped him into pieces, he also released the little Canaan from the jar—you could say the Cult Leader saved his life. If the body hadn't been chopped up, his cervical spine would have broken, and he would have died of brain death within seconds."
A Xing skillfully took out a can of yellow peaches and poured the Universal Elixir into the bathtub.
"That wretched fellow, what a coward! What if he used the Heaven's Gate to send Hasben's body to a different place?"
Xue Ming explained, "He wouldn't do that, he wouldn't dare—people can't be killed by [Heaven's Gate], only I can kill them, using my methods, using my way."
A minute later, a dark-haired man emerged from the pitch-black mud; Hasben Madison had once again returned from hell to earth.
He was completely naked, and when he saw that the person in front of him was G117, whom he had been longing for day and night, he could hardly imagine what had just happened.
"I heard a voice in my mind, Glory! I had such a long, long dream. I almost ran to Niflheim."
"I hear many tragic spirits calling your name, as if urging me to return to your side."
This young, strong, and completely naked man had no shame; he stood up from the bathtub with his bare buttocks exposed.
A Xing covered his own eyes, and in doing so, also covered Flavia's excited eyes.
Hasben continued speaking with deep emotion, seemingly indicating that his spiritual essence had been affected after being parasitized by Canaan.
"I came to a beach, and you sat on a bench. When I gazed at your face, you could take me to that paradise."
Just like Jacqueline Sirius's birth ceremony, Hasben almost couldn't resist wanting to kiss G117--
His answer was a vicious punch!
Xue Ming knocked Hasben unconscious, then threw him a spare police uniform.
I urge you to be kind.