The Murderer

That man...

He was the man Elder Li had let in earlier.

"Might as well go all the way... Might as well go all the way... I have no choice anymore..."

The man muttered to himself, then whipped his hand out from beneath his clothes.

Clang!

Silver flashed. Only then did Mo Bai's parents see what he was holding.

An unusually gleaming cleaver. More importantly...

"Ah! There's blood on it!"

Mo Bai's mother screamed and backed away.

A wild-eyed man stood at their door, muttering to himself with a blade in his hand. Anyone would have been frightened by the sight.

So Mo Bai's mother's reaction was only natural.

As for his father...

Step, step...

The tallest person in the family had already retreated behind his wife while she panicked.

"What are you doing?!"

"I want to live too! Don't look at me like that!"

Step, step, step!

While the couple argued, the vagrant-like man at the door raised his blade and advanced on them.

"Forgive me! I had no choice! Those cops pushed me too hard! That's why I ended up like this!"

The man roared, driving the couple back to Mo Bai's bedroom door.

Slash!!

Then his cleaver came down, and the sound of flesh tearing rang through the shabby house.

Tap, tap, tap.

Footsteps sounded in a pure-white space.

The space seemed vast. Each step the visitor took echoed through it.

Rustle.

The master of the space seemed to sense a visitor and stepped out of a giant sheet of paper.

"Hmm... Faster than I expected. Looks like this plan failed."

The flamboyantly dressed Playwright shook his head, looking rather disappointed.

But no one would have believed that act of his.

He was Christopher, after all. He always had a backup plan to protect his interests.