Poushi Qinglan: "..." She hadn't expected Jiang Xia to really make the connection to "Scorpion" so quickly... No matter how she looked at it, if she wanted to live out the rest of her days in peace, she absolutely could not let this Detective stay alive.
...But she couldn't kill him.
Her ideals and reality briefly clashed. Poushi Qinglan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
After spending who knew how much willpower, she gradually came up with a new idea:
During the two murders she had carried out, Jiang Xia's body seemed not to have suffered any extensive damage. That was probably why each of his "resurrections" had seemed so natural.
...If she threw him into an incinerator and watched him burn to ashes with her own eyes, or sliced him into pieces, perhaps that terrifying undead spirit would not come back to life again?
At that thought, Poushi Qinglan suddenly realized something: no wonder some of the steps had always felt vaguely familiar. Thinking carefully, her revered ancestor, Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin, seemed to have gone through something similar!
It was said that Rasputin possessed powers far beyond ordinary people. The year before the revolution, princes and Councilmen of Tsarist Russia conspired to assassinate him, but according to legend, the attempt had been full of twists and turns—the group first lured Rasputin over with a woman, then served him cake laced with massive amounts of Potassium Cyanide, along with poisoned wine. Yet after Rasputin ate and drank it all, he showed no reaction at all.
The group's attempt at a peaceful murder left them staring at one another for a moment before they had no choice but to resort to violence. One prince drew his gun and shot Rasputin. Rasputin fell at once, but soon got