Chapter 500
480 The Murderer
Chapter 500, Chapter 480: The Murderer
Xie Yan did not answer.
But the man read confirmation in the silence, and a fierce glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The next second, without warning, he pulled out a dagger from behind his back.
"Die!"
His roar was hoarse, filled with murderous intent as he pounced forward with astonishing speed.
But Xie Yan's advantage lies in her youth, and she possesses a kind of animalistic instinct within her.
Just as the knife tip was about to touch her school uniform, she darted to the side, the dagger grazing her sleeve.
Xie Yan could even hear the soft sound of fabric being torn.
She didn't dare look back, but turned and rushed out of the stairwell, screaming with all her might:
"Dad—Mom—!"
The child's innocent cries for help echoed in the empty school building, but no one answered.
The classroom was on the second floor. Xie Yan almost tumbled down the stairs, her knees hitting the steps and burning with pain.
But she didn't care; she just scrambled to her feet and ran straight to the patch of pale light near the building entrance—
My foot suddenly slipped.
It's not slippery.
It was sticky, warm, and had a strong fishy smell.
She looked down and saw dark red blood seeping over the sole of her shoe, like a slow-moving river.
She stepped on something soft and mushy and sank into it.
"dad……"
She looked up and saw a mass of flesh and blood that was difficult to identify.
The bone pierced through the skin and protruded, and the blood-stained fabric was barely recognizable as the shirt the father had worn when he left home that morning.
But above that mass of flesh and blood, there was still a face attached.
A familiar, calm face, even with a hint of lingering gentleness.
Outside the building entrance, a dozen or so men in black stood silently, like a row of lifeless silhouettes.
They were masked and carried knives or guns.
One of them was choking a woman by the neck. The woman's limbs were limp and she swayed weakly with his movements.
Then he threw her next to that lump of flesh and blood like he was throwing away trash.
"Mom...Mom?"
The woman's body fell into a pool of blood with a muffled thud.
She seemed to retain a last shred of consciousness; her fingers twitched, groping and gently touching the broken cheek of her lover beside her.
Then, with her last bit of strength, she turned to Xie Yan, her lips moving barely, her breath coming in gasps:
"Ayan, run...run..."
Blood gushed from her mouth, drowning out all the words that followed.
Her eyes, fixed on Xie Yan, gradually lost focus, finally settling into a hollow, gray void.
"Tack, tick, tick..."
The footsteps of the man with the knife came from the stairs, unhurried and deliberate.
The men in black outside the door also moved, raising their guns and gleaming blades, a dozen cold eyes locking onto the small figure standing in the middle of the pool of blood.
Xie Yan stood there, tears streaming down her face, mingling with the blood on her cheeks.
She raised her head, her gaze passing over the men in black, looking into the distance—the direction of home.
Every day after school, two figures would wait for her there, holding her hand as they walked along this short path.
But from that moment on, from the warmth that seeped into the soles of my shoes, from the crimson that spread across my eyes, that road was cut off.
The school building behind me is no longer my home, and the home in the distance is no longer my haven.
She lost the light that was always on for her, and she also lost the hands that would always lead her home.
The world twisted and melted in tears.
Only one thought remained, echoing and crashing wildly in the empty chest.
"go home……"
She looked at the bloodstains on the floor and murmured softly, her voice as light as a sigh:
"I want to go home……"
"boom--!"
A shot rang out. The bullet tore through the air, whistling as it hurtled towards her forehead. Just as the bullet was about to touch her skin, Xie Yan jerked her head up.
A strange mist veiled her eyes, as if something was awakening and churning deep within her pupils.
"Wow..."
There was no impact, no flying blood and flesh. The bullet, less than an inch from the tip of her nose, suddenly disintegrated, softened, and reformed, turning into a fluffy, pale yellow bird.
It flapped its wings, let out a blank "chirp," and flew away unsteadily.
Immediately afterwards, the ground began to twitch.
The concrete road beneath their feet, like the skin of a awakened behemoth, began to undulate and twist, with cracks spreading wildly, pulsating and opening like blood vessels.
"The road...the road is eating people!"
A man in black screamed in terror.
He looked down and found his boots being swallowed up.
The ground beneath his feet was like a soft, wet swamp, enveloping his ankles and spreading upwards, gradually sucking and swallowing them up.
Fabric, leather, and flesh blend silently into the gray pavement.
"Help me! Pull me out—"
The cries for help abruptly stopped.
His companion tried to reach out, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly rose high, like a huge, hard stone slab, slamming upwards with astonishing speed and force.
"Crack!"
The dull thud of bones breaking was mixed with short, agonizing screams.
The raised road surface closed up again, trapping several figures in the middle, with blood spurting out from the gaps.
Immediately afterwards, the road surface returned to its smooth state, as if nothing had happened, leaving only a few bloody wet stains that were quickly "digested".
"It's 'The Fool'! This girl is 'The Fool'!"
Finally, someone snapped out of the unimaginable terror and let out a desperate scream.
But it was too late; the entire road came to life, twisting and pounding wildly.
Screams, the sound of bones breaking, the explosion of gunfire, the muffled thud of flesh being crushed... echoed in front of the empty school gate, only to be quickly absorbed and masked by the crawling pavement.
Blood gushed out from all directions like a fountain, only to be quickly licked clean by the "road".
This one-sided, silent massacre lasted less than a minute.
Everything returned to calm.
Xie Yan remained standing in the same spot, her head slightly tilted, her eyes gazing blankly into the distance.
The small patch of road beneath her feet was smooth and clean, without a trace of blood, contrasting sharply with the gray road around her that had claimed more than a dozen lives and had now returned to normal.
The obstacle has been cleared.
Everything that stood between her and her home—whether it was people, guns, or corpses—was "digested" beneath this road.
The road is open again.
She slowly lifted her foot and took a step forward.
The soles of my shoes were clean, and I stepped onto the firm, flat ground. Then I took another step.
She walked back step by step towards that place where no one was waiting for her anymore, yet it was still called "home".
Later that day, Xie Yan returned to that familiar house.
The key turned, the door opened, and inside was pitch black and silent.
There were no lights, no aroma of food, and no one came out to greet us.
Only her own footsteps echoed in the empty living room.
On the same day, her brother Xie Yan returned from a friend's house.
He hummed a song as he pushed open his door, only to be greeted by a cold, deathly silence, and then by the police who arrived shortly after.
They brought news of their parents' tragic deaths, describing the horrific scene in a cold tone.
When Xie Yan, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, asked "Who is it?", the older police officer looked into the room with a complicated expression.
Xie Yan was sitting quietly in the unlit corner of the living room, hugging her knees, gazing out the window.
The officer rolled his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them, and when he spoke again, his voice was firm:
"Based on the on-site investigation and preliminary deductions... the murderer of your parents is your sister, Xie Yan."
"We demand the immediate arrest of the murderer!"
(End of this chapter)