The Mystery of the Inner Demon

Chapter 80 Yellow Bird
"You're crazy!" Qi Fei said disappointedly.

"Thank you, this is a compliment." Zhong Kui cast a lazy gaze at Qi Fei. "Can you guarantee that when you learned that Zhu Mingen was only sentenced to ten years in prison because he was a minor at the time of the crime, you didn't have the slightest urge to kill him?"

"Humph, I didn't." Qi Fei said immediately, "Don't use your gray theory against me."

"But I'm not doing this for justice. There's no such thing as justice in Zhong Xiaoyu's plan for me. I'm simply trying to lure out this monster. Those who deserved death are merely bait, like rotten meat in a cage, to draw the monster closer, until it reveals its fangs..."

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. It turns out you are the oriole." Qi Fei said, and the hot wine in his hand could not warm his heart.

"I'm not the yellow bird. The yellow bird is the one who set me up, the one who made me kill her."

"When you approached me, wasn't there a trace of personal emotion in everything you said?"

"I can if you need me to."

Zhong Kui's words were even more hurtful.

"I've had enough!" Qi Fei stood up angrily and walked out regardless of the darkness.

"You don't want to walk on the night road of Zizai Mountain." Zhong Kui said coldly behind him.

"It's none of your business." Qi Fei rushed straight into the night.

Zhong Kui sat there, drinking rice wine, one cup after another.

Rakshasa's amber eyes stared at her intently.

"I won't chase you, no need to look." Zhong Kui said to Luosha.

"Meow." It was as if Rakshasa raised an objection.

Qi Fei walked alone on the dark mountain road. He didn't know where he was going and just hoped that the cold air could calm him down.

"Damn it, I'm a real man, I should behave myself." He cursed himself. The more there was no one around, the more frustrated he felt. He unknowingly walked into a deep forest and soon couldn't tell the difference between front, back, left and right.

As the sky darkened, a chill spread across the mountains.

"Huh?" Zhong Kui looked at the sudden wind blowing outside the window, "I didn't hear it was going to snow tonight."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, two flakes of snow fell.

The Rakshasa behind her walked silently to her side and stood at her feet.

"Why is he such an adult, still so childish in terms of feelings?" Zhong Kui said to Luosha.

Rakshasa just stared outside, as if worried.

The snow fell quickly, forming flakes like cotton wool, flying across the night sky.

Qi Fei finally walked out of the forest and stood on a grassy slope. Looking at the vast wilderness, he could only vaguely see one hill after another.

The impulsive long-distance run he had just taken did not bring him down the mountain after all, and the cold penetrated deep into his bones.

He didn't know where he was. The cold air and the rush of blood from his rapid run just now collided with each other, making him suddenly faint. His eyes went black and he fell down.

He didn't know how long it had been, he just felt the snow piling up on his body little by little, and he couldn't get up.

Footsteps rustled in the silent mountains. Zhong Kui, draped in a large scarlet cloak, appeared beside him, a lantern in hand, followed closely by Luosha, like a figure from ancient times.

The light from the lantern illuminated her half-smiling face as she looked at him and then reached out her hand to him.

When Zhong Kui appeared, he couldn't describe the ecstasy in his heart, but he suspected that it was just an illusion caused by the cold and hypothermia.

"It's so cold... hold me tight." Qi Fei murmured. This was the last sentence he remembered saying.

When he woke up, he was lying on the couch in the wooden house. The whole house was empty. He didn't know where Zhong Kui had gone. He searched everywhere in the house, but there was no trace of her.

The snow had stopped. He was lost in thought as he stared at the white mountains. Last night he had a vivid dream. In the dream, he caught Zhong Kui's hand, pulled her over, and held her in his arms.
Zhong Kui reached out her hands and hugged him tightly with a dull expression, whispering in his ear: "I really envy you, Qi Fei. Only when you know the cold can you know the happiness of being warm..."

However, it was just a dream. There was not a single footprint on the snow around the cabin - Zhong Kui left before the snow stopped, leaving him alone here.

A breeze blew, and the wind chimes hanging on the wooden door rang.

Qi Fei smiled bitterly and said, "What a heartless person." After that, his nose felt itchy and he sneezed. He rubbed it with his hand and found a scarlet fiber had drilled into his nose. This color was the same as the cloak that Zhong Kui was wearing when he found him in the snow.

This clue suddenly made his sinking heart beat a little. He ran his hand along her cheek and felt a slightly sticky feeling. Then he looked at his palm and saw a faint rose-colored mark rubbed down from her face. It was the color of Zhong Kui's lips.

……

"How ironic! You can no longer feel the pain on your face, right?" The sharp blade pressed against the woman's delicate face, sliding down along the perfect lines of her cheek.

The woman didn't dare cry out loud, only tears silently slid down her cheeks.

"Is this your best performance yet?" the voice said. "Let us enjoy this performance. You will be remembered forever, forever and ever!"

"Let me go..." The woman squeezed out a few words from the bottom of her throat.

"A person's actions have consequences, and wrong actions will inevitably have dark and inescapable consequences." The other party's tone was twisted and crazy.

"No, you're too into the role, too into the role!" The woman's emotions became more excited as the other party insulted her. "I'll give you everything you want, okay?"

"It's too late..." As soon as the words fell, the butcher knife fell.

The woman's expression was forever frozen in terror and pleading.

The wide-open pupils gradually became cloudy, and soon Qi Fei's appearance was reflected in them.

Qi Fei squatted on the ground and looked at the woman's face carefully. There was a rose placed horizontally in her mouth. The thorns of the rose had pierced her lips, but she no longer felt any pain.

This was a high-end hotel suite. The pure white quilt had been soaked in blood and turned red, blending in with the rose petals that covered the entire bed. However, the most frightening thing was the diagonal scars on the deceased's face, which spiraled around his head.

"It's really a turbulent time." Liu Tong rarely appeared at the scene of the crime and spoke slowly behind Qi Fei.

Most of the time, Liu Tong lets the people in his team handle the cases and rarely goes to the scene himself. To put it nicely, he gives full trust to his subordinates, but to put it bluntly, he is being lazy.

Qi Fei knew the reason why Captain Liu came today. The identity of the deceased this time was special. Hong Mei, a popular female star, was killed in Nancheng. The public pressure was not small.

However, when he looked at the corpse in front of him, the neat cuts on the face had made the facial features misaligned. It was completely different from the glamorous female star on the screen. He couldn't help but ask: "Is this person really Hong Mei?"

(End of this chapter)