The design of this method of death seems simple, but there are several key points.
Being killed by a burglar means that Wong Sirong must have been at home, and Lin Huan happens to know that Wong Sirong and Zhao Hai haven't been staying in the apartment allocated by their work unit these past few days.
Where would they live? Lin Huan remembered Zhao Hai once boasting that his family owned a private villa worth over 100 million yuan.
So, it's very likely that the mother and son have been staying at the private villa that Zhao Hai mentioned these past few days.
On the one hand, the private villa is safe; on the other hand, this private villa is probably Zhao Jinchuan's hidden treasure trove.
Zhao Jinchuan has had connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds over the past decade or so, and has likely amassed an enormous fortune.
If Wong Sirong died in the villa, then the villa will inevitably be exposed.
Another key point is the novice thief.
This is where Lin Huan lies. In his mind, what would happen if a novice thief accidentally killed someone? He would either be so frightened that he would turn himself in, or he would go into hiding.
Novices will inevitably leave many loopholes, making them much easier to track down even if they escape.
Whether the thief saw something extraordinary while committing the theft is something to look forward to.
Things turned out exactly as Lin Huan had predicted.
Wong Sirong's death, the exposure of the villa, the thief's surrender, and the seizure of Zhao Hai's assets.
Zhao Hai, the Eldest Young Master Zhao, went from being an arrogant and domineering second-generation rich kid to a piece of trash that everyone hates.
Without his connections, Zhao Hai was nothing. The school started to settle accounts, digging up all the mistakes Zhao Hai had made in the past. After a public notice, he was expelled.
At the school gate, Zhao Hai walked out looking dejected.
Zhao Hai was clearly not in a good mental state at the moment. The events of the past few days had been too sudden and overwhelming, like Gale, leaving him completely unprepared and stunned.
"Hey!" A familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Zhao Hai turned around and saw Lin Huan leaning against a tree with his hands in his pockets, looking at him with a smile.
"What, you little piece of trash, you dare to laugh at me? Watch out or I'll beat you up!" Zhao Hai shouted.
"After all, you've bullied me for over two years. I just wanted to see your pathetic figure a few more times."
Zhao Hai's face was grim, but he no longer had the will to compete with anyone.
His house was reclaimed, his villa was seized, all his bank cards were frozen, and all his relatives cut off contact with him.
He doesn't even know where he'll be staying tonight, or what he'll be having for dinner.
From Heaven to Hell, from being lauded by countless people to being abandoned by everyone, it only took a few days.
"Goodbye!" Lin Huan waved to Zhao Hai, turned and walked towards the school, but after a few steps, he stopped again.
There's going to be thunder tonight!
After saying this last sentence, Lin Huan disappeared at the school gate.
Zhao Hai felt baffled. The weather was clear today, the sun was high in the sky, and there wasn't a single cloud. Where did the thunder come from?
Back in the classroom, Lin Huan took out the Death God Diary again and put a checkmark next to Zhao Hai's name.
Zhao Hai: Manner of death: 8 PM, struck by Lightning.
Lin Huan had originally planned a more gruesome death for Zhao Hai, but seeing Zhao Hai's condition today, Lin Huan felt a tiny bit of pity and changed the method of death.
"He's already in such a terrible state, let's just give him a quick death."
At this moment, Lin Huan has completely transformed.
He exuded an inexplicable confidence; he controlled the power of Death God and the lives of others.
This feeling gradually made Lin Huan lose his way, and it was really hard to say which direction Lin Huan would take next.
Fortunately, Death God Diary has limitations; it cannot harm good people. Perhaps this will be Lin Huan's only constraint.
Meanwhile, in Red Maple City, more than 100 kilometers away from Dafeng City, the 28-story Red Maple Hotel was surrounded by five or six inspection vehicles.
Inside the cordon, a woman wearing a red dress was lying face down on the concrete ground in a contorted position.
Beneath him lay a pool of Yanhong, staining the cement floor with a bizarre, irregular pattern.
A woman dressed in a white business suit is kneeling beside the corpse.
The tailored white suit was stained with red blood.
Her name is Bai Yueting, and the girl on the ground who is already dead is named Bai Yueyan.
The two are biological sisters.
Bai Yueting works at this hotel; she is the hotel's operations manager.
Today, after school, my younger sister wanted to come and play with her older sister, but Bai Yueting was presiding over an employee meeting at the time, so she told her to play in the lobby by herself for a while.
But in just half an hour, when Bai Yueting came out of the meeting, her younger sister was gone.
When I saw my sister again, she had already jumped off the building and was now a corpse.
Bai Yueting stared intently at her sister's corpse, her mind blank. At this moment, she felt not pain, but fear—fear of losing her sister, fear of not being able to accept her sister's death.
He was so terrified that he seemed to forget to breathe, to forget his grief; he was so terrified that he didn't know how to face what was to come.
She watched as her sister was manipulated like a toy by two forensic doctors, and when the ambulance arrived, her sister was put into a cold body bag.
At that moment, a dozen or so people walked out of the hotel entrance.
Bai Yueting recognized them; two of them were the hotel's Supreme VIP customers, special clients who usually required her special attention.
They regularly book two top-tier luxury suites on the 28th floor of the hotel.
Among them is Zhang Huai, a top tycoon in Red Maple City, Big Shot with assets of tens of billions. His Shadow is behind almost every industry in Red Maple City.
He has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.
The other is Li Liang, the owner of the Emperor Security Group in Red Maple City.
Although it's called a security company, it's actually a gang organization, the underground tyrant of Red Maple City.
He did a lot of dirty and underhanded work for Zhang Huai.
Behind them was Bai Yueting's boss, the owner of the Red Maple Hotel.
After these people came out, an inspector in charge quickly went to greet them.
The group of people were talking quietly at the hotel entrance, their eyes occasionally glancing in Bai Yueting's direction.
At this moment, Bai Yueting finally came to her senses. The instant she saw these people, Bai Yueting immediately made a connection to what had happened.
Bai Yueting's experience in the operations department of Red Maple Hotel suggests she has a sharp mind.
Based on these people's words and actions, Bai Yueting could basically conclude that her sister's death must be related to them.
But Bai Yueting did nothing. She scanned the faces of these people, memorizing their features, then lowered her head, turned and left, disappearing into the crowd of onlookers.
Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed in the sky, followed by a torrential downpour that instantly drenched the crowd of onlookers and sent them scattering.
The bloodstains on the ground gradually faded under the wash of the rain, eventually flowing into the nearby Water Dao.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of a residential area in Dafeng City, a well-built high school student was struck by Lightning.
Without even a chance to scream, he was pierced through by the powerful electric current, and the terrifying heat generated burned him into charcoal.
And this person was none other than Zhao Hai.
In the instant he was struck by Lightning, Zhao Hai's last vestiges of consciousness inexplicably recalled the words Lin Huan had spoken to him that afternoon.
"Watch out for Lightning!"
In that instant, Zhao Hai connected the dots in his mind, and he finally understood that his parents' deaths were not an accident.
It all stemmed from Lin Huan, the boy he had bullied for two years, who usually seemed timid and harmless.
In his final moments before losing consciousness, he desperately wanted to know how Lin Huan had managed it, but unfortunately, he would never get the answer.
The scene shifts back to Bai Yueting's side.
Bai Yueting, soaking wet, had just returned home when she received a call from the inspection department. They told her that her sister, Bai Yueyan, had been diagnosed with suicide after an examination.
Bai Yueting didn't yell at the other person, or even say a word. After the other person finished speaking, she quietly hung up the phone.
She knew very well that reasoning with these people was useless, and they were incapable of reasoning with her.
In Red Maple City, they were the people at the top of the power pyramid, and she, a Xiaoxiao working-class woman, was no match for them.
Immediately afterwards, the hotel called, and the caller was none other than the hotel owner, Xin Ye Fei.
" Little White Bai, please accept my condolences. Take good care of yourself. I'll give you two weeks off to help you adjust your mood."
Bai Yueting didn't say a word, she just listened quietly. She didn't want to say a single word to this kind of person, not even a single syllable; she felt disgusted.
"Sigh, who could have imagined something like this would happen? But since it was your sister who had the accident at the hotel, on behalf of the company, I've decided to give you 100,000 yuan in compensation."
Bai Yueting gritted her teeth, her face grim, and hung up the phone.
She didn't want money; she only wanted revenge for her sister and for these people to pay with their lives.
But the next moment...
"What should I do?" Bai Yueting clutched her head in anguish, sobbing with a trembling voice.
Do you want revenge for your sister?
Just then, a cold, indifferent voice rang out above her head.
Bai Yueting suddenly looked up and saw a person wearing a black suit and a mask without facial features Levitation above her head.
Bai Yuting's pupils contracted slightly, and a fleeting look of surprise, astonishment, and fear flashed across her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.
"Do you have a way?" Bai Yueting asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Interesting. Your compatibility with Death God Diary is 95%, the highest I've ever seen." The mysterious man snapped his the Snap as he spoke.
A black, A4-sized diary appeared out of thin air and then fell to the ground in front of Bai Yueting with a thud.
"This is the Death God Diary. As long as you write the name and manner of death in this diary and check it off, it will take effect immediately. However, the person who dies in the Death God Diary must be an evil person."
"If you kill an innocent person, the gathering will deduct a portion of your lifespan as punishment; if you mistakenly kill someone, you will be punished with ten years of your lifespan..."