Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 119 I sawed off the tall one.
"Don't be nervous, dizziness is normal."

Chen Baiyu's voice was calm and undisturbed, like a block of ice thrown into stagnant water.

This did nothing to ease the tension.

Instead, it instantly shattered the ice deep within Li Changhong's heart.

Li Changhong's mouth was stuffed full of rags, preventing him from screaming; he could only make futile "woo-woo" sounds.

His short, thick neck had turned a deep purplish-brown from being upside down and being gripped by extreme fear, and the veins, like the gnarled roots of an old tree, throbbed wildly beneath his swollen skin.

His eyeballs bulged outwards, filled with torn blood vessels, almost bursting out of their sockets.

Greasy sweat, mixed with the smell of rancid dishcloth and murky dirty water, dripped down his upturned cheeks and forehead like melted wax.

Small circles of dark stains splattered on the smooth tiles, and an indescribable mixture of fishy and desperate smells filled the air.

The intense will to survive was like dry grass doused with boiling oil, suddenly bursting into flames that temporarily burned through the dizziness from the congestion and the pain of suffocation.

Li Changhong's mind was racing, trying to grasp at any straw.

He nodded with all his might.

The movements, however, appeared extremely clumsy and painful due to the binding, like a fat pig nailed to a chopping board making its last struggle.

His eyes shone with a mixture of fear, pleading, and almost humble obsequiousness as he stared intently at the stranger sitting on a low plastic stool, slowly munching on an apple.

"Waaaaah..."

Li Changhong struggled to utter syllables, his saliva mixed with the fibers of the dishcloth stuck deep in his mouth, choking him until his eyes rolled back.

He rolled his eyes frantically, gesturing wildly to the thing stuffed in his mouth.

It means that you have something to say.

Chen Baiyu's deep brown eyes seemed to stare at him emotionlessly in the darkness.

A full few seconds passed, like an indifferent statue calculating time.

Just as Li Changhong felt he was about to collapse from suffocation and fear, he was about to pass out.

Chen Baiyu finally moved.

He held out his left hand.

Li Changhong shuddered instinctively, and the sob in his throat instantly turned into a short and shrill whimper like that of a frightened beast.

Followed by.

Chen Baiyu simply pinched the exposed corner of the cloth with her fingers.

Then, with a sudden burst of force, he pulled downwards!
"Ugh... Pfft... Cough cough cough! Ugh!"

A wet, oily rag, reeking of a strong mixture of disinfectant and grease, was forcibly pulled out, nearly knocking out one of Li Changhong's loose molars.

The intense discomfort and the sudden airflow from the opening of the cavity caused him to cough violently.

Snot and tears instantly covered my face, and my chest burned as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

He gasped for breath greedily, each inhalation accompanied by a tearing, whistling sound as if his lungs were being ripped apart.

Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, mixing with sweat of fear and dripping onto the ground.

"Spare me...spare my life!"

"Big brother! Grandpa! Grandpa!!"

Li Changhong was finally able to speak.

Ignoring the burning sensation in his mouth and the pain on his face, his voice, like a broken gong scraping against the sand, was filled with uncontrollable sobs and a piercing tremor as he pleaded impatiently.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor! If I, Li Changhong, have inadvertently offended you in any way, please tell me! I'll compensate you! I'll compensate you even if it means going bankrupt!"

Li Changhong dared not speak too loudly, for fear of displeasing the person in front of him.

His large body trembled violently with excitement and fear, the duct tape digging deep into his flesh.

he knows.

Regardless of who this person is or what their purpose is.

At this moment, only begging for mercy and offering money offers a glimmer of hope.

"Money! I know the rules! Paying money is better than getting into trouble! Grandpa, you can rest assured!"

"All my belongings are here! Not much, but all of them! They're... in the bedside table next to my bed in my bedroom, in a small safe with the combination 0412! There's... there's 160,000 yuan in cash inside! It's all... all for you, Grandpa! I beg you to be magnanimous and spare my life!"

Although Li Changhong's voice wasn't loud, he spoke as fast as a machine gun, his spittle splattering with a mixture of blood and gore.

He described it with all his might.

My mind was racing like a cat on a hot tin roof, frantically trying to figure out how to use the money to save my life.

At the same time, his eyes were fixed on Chen Baiyu's face, trying to catch a trace of interest or reassurance.

But after a long time, there was still no response from the other side.

Outside the living room.

On the balcony of an old residential area, a stray cat nimbly passed by, letting out a piercing "meow," before darting away again.

The sudden noise startled Li Changhong, causing him to tremble violently once again, and his lower body immediately felt warm and wet.

He was truly terrified.

Suddenly fainted, then suddenly woke up.
Then he found himself bound and upside down, with a strange man in front of him holding a knife, ignoring his pleas for mercy.

In this situation, even a man of steel would feel intense fear.

It's only natural to be scared to the point of wetting yourself.

Chen Baiyu seemed not to hear the cat's meow, nor to smell the fresh, foul odor.

He slowly and deliberately put the last bite of the crisp apple into his mouth, his cheeks moving slightly as he chewed, making a soft "crunch" sound.

Those eyes, so calm it was unsettling, remained fixed on Li Changhong's face, which was streaked with tears and contorted with terror.

silence.

Only Li Changhong's heavy, labored breathing, like a bellows, and his uncontrollable low sobs echoed in the deathly silent room.

A few seconds later.

Chen Baiyu finally swallowed the apple.

He picked up the last small fruit pit with his fingertips and casually tossed it into the murky, dirty water at his feet, making a soft "tap" sound, as if it were the final tap of a countdown.

"Sixteen thousand in cash?"

Chen Baiyu spoke up.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was so clear it sounded like it was right next to Li Changhong's ear.

He tilted his head slightly as he spoke.

His eyes held a hint of exploration and playfulness, like a child discovering an interesting toy.

That look sent a chill down Li Changhong's spine.

"Is that really... all his possessions?"

Chen Baiyu's voice rose slightly at the end, like a fine needle pricking Li Changhong's eardrum.

"It's...it's true! Absolutely true! Ancestor! If I'm lying to you, may I be struck by lightning!"

Li Changhong swore an oath.

I was sweating profusely, and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

Chen Baiyu's lips curled into an almost imperceptible arc, cold and mocking.

He leaned forward slightly, the movement causing the plastic stool to creak softly, a sound that was particularly jarring in the silence.

He held out a finger.

The finger was glistening with a faint, almost invisible amount of apple juice from peeling the apple.

The sound slowly but precisely pointed to the worn-out sofa beneath Li Changhong. It was right next to Li Changhong's head, which was now hanging upside down, on the side of the sofa.

The point where the finger lands.

There was a barely perceptible bulge on the sofa cushion, but it was impossible for him to hide it under his precise gaze. It was a small, cleverly designed embedded pouch that had been squeezed and then slightly bounced back.

Then, Chen Baiyu's finger moved smoothly like a spotlight on a stage, pointing to the wall at the other end of the living room. It was the top of an old-fashioned wall cabinet, yellowed from cooking fumes.

"That……"

"What are those small gold bars hidden in the sofa compartment, and the five stacks of banknotes behind the movable decorative panel on top of the cabinet?"

"The previous owner's spirit ring?"

Chen Baiyu said in a calm tone.

To hide something from someone with such keen observation skills would be to underestimate him.

Li Changhong's mind went completely blank!
It felt as if I had been struck solidly from head to toe by a bolt of lightning from the heavens!

All the blood froze instantly, only to be ignited by immense fear in the next second.

How does he know? !
Gold bars in the sofa! Money on top of the cabinet!
Those places were extremely secluded; even his most trusted mistress didn't know about them!
Is this person a ghost?
Can it see through things?! Or did it have a miniature camera implanted in its body that followed it its entire life?!
Li Changhong felt as if his soul was being torn apart by that icy fear, and all the blood in his body rushed to his brain, only to recede under the extreme cold.

My vision was getting dark.

His fat face instantly lost all color, and the fat, tightly bound by tape, twitched violently, like a fish out of water.

We're doomed! Utterly doomed!
Right on the verge of complete collapse.

A lightning-fast thought, like the final leap of a dying fish, suddenly sprang from his chaotic and desperate mind!
Correct!
There are still weights! There are still chips!
Those two bastards who drank with me!
Li Changhong didn't know how they left; his memory was fragmented, and he thought he had been knocked unconscious by someone else.

Under the immense threat of death.

He stared wide-eyed, his eyes bloodshot and yellowish, as if grasping at a straw, his lips trembling violently from being swollen and congested from being upside down.

With the last ounce of strength in his chest, he cried out in a hoarse, shrill voice, "My lord! My lord, spare my life! I deserve to die! I was blind! I hid it! I confess! The money and gold! All for you! All for you!"

He spoke very quickly: "But there are two guys who drank with me before! One tall and one short and stocky, and they have quite a bit of money on them too."

Li Changhong's eyes gleamed with a twisted, fanatical loyalty as he eagerly claimed credit: "I know where they live! The tall rat is in basement number three in Coffin Alley behind the Flower and Bird Market in the north of the city! The short Qiangzi is hiding in the storeroom of the 'Warm Inn' his lover runs next to the auto parts market in the southern suburbs! Sir! I'll take you there! I'll take you right now! I'll atone for my crimes! I'll bring them back to you! You can do whatever you want with them! Please... please give me a chance!!!"

He shouted until he was hoarse.

Every syllable was imbued with extreme fear and the will to survive.

He stared intently at Chen Baiyu's face.

They hoped that the other party would show a hint of concern for the "potential threat," interest in the "scumbag accomplice," or even affirmation of the value of their "surrender."

however.

He was answered by deathly silence.

Only the pounding of his own heart in his chest sounded like the tolling of a death knell in hell.

The faint, slightly amused calm on Chen Baiyu's face remained unchanged from beginning to end.

He even used the pad of his left thumb to gently and carefully wipe away the almost invisible trace of apple juice from the blade of the fruit knife in his right hand. A faint, cold glint flashed from the blade in the dim light.

Just as Li Changhong was about to lose control of his bladder again due to the suffocating silence.

Chen Baiyu spoke up, her tone as casual as if she were discussing what to eat for breakfast the next day: "One tall and one short, right?"

Li Changhong nodded frantically, as if grasping at a lifeline: "Yes, yes, yes! The tall one's nickname is 'Mouse'! His long, narrow eyes look like a mouse's! The short one's nickname is 'Strong'! His neck is super short! Sir, please understand! We can't let them get away!"

Chen Baiyu wiped the knife tip clean.

He gently and slowly traced a line on the pad of his left finger, without breaking the skin, but it made Li Changhong's scalp tingle.

“It’s nothing.” Chen Baiyu raised her eyelids and looked directly into Li Changhong’s eyes, which were filled with urgency and a hint of twisted expectation. There seemed to be a very slight upturn at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were icy cold. “They…didn’t escape.”

"They...they didn't escape?"

Li Changhong was stunned; the immense shock overwhelmed his extremely fearful mind.

Because the dizziness happened so suddenly, and he had severe memory gaps, he didn't know what had happened.

But after hearing these words, his brain, which was trembling with blood rushing to his head and filled with fear, vaguely recalled some of the previous scenes.

Own……

It seems he was drinking with those two people when he suddenly fainted? It doesn't seem like he fainted after those two left his house?
"Ah."

Chen Baiyu let out a very short, emotionless laugh.

He tilted his head slightly, as if recalling some insignificant detail of a scene.

Then his voice dropped to a low crescendo, carrying a calm, narrative quality that could freeze the soul: "I sawed off that tall guy."

"Sawing... sawing it?!"

Li Changhong repeated it subconsciously.

The sound is high-pitched and distorted.

He felt as if the blood on his neck had frozen, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Saw... saw what?
Sawing wood? Or...?

Chen Baiyu's calm eyes were fixed on him, and she clearly uttered the second half of the sentence: "Now, he is shorter than that short guy."

Li Changhong's mind went blank for a moment!
Shorter than a short person?!
The person was sawed off?!
Was it sawed in half while still alive?!

His mind was completely unable to process the information; his eyes could not focus, his vision was unfocused, and countless fragmented, bloody, and terrifying images appeared before his eyes.

He felt the remaining barbecue and beer in his stomach churning and surging wildly, carrying a strong, sour, and bloody smell that rushed straight to his throat!

He tried to take a deep breath, trying to convince himself not to make such associations and not to believe what the man in front of him said.

However, it's simply impossible.

The man's chilling aura made it hard for him to doubt the truth of his words.

That chilling, bone-deep, soul-freezing terror, like a colossal wave formed from millennia-old ice, swept over him with a deafening roar!
The fear was so pure, so direct.

It instantly shattered all his hopes.

The man in front of me!

This is the man who calmly said he sawed the person apart while eating an apple.

He's not even human!

It's the devil!
They are demons that crawled out from the coldest depths of hell!

Li Changhong's body trembled violently, so violently that it seemed he could shake the old sofa apart.

The upside-down position caused his entire weight to press down on the tape around his neck, and with the additional force from the trembling, it squeezed his eyeballs so tightly they almost popped out.

He felt a sudden, even more intense heat in his groin, followed by a large wet patch, as if warm water was flowing down his legs.

But at this moment, the physical incontinence could no longer evoke any shame in him, only endless coldness.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and his voice was broken into incoherent sentences.

Driven entirely by the instinct of fear, he forced out syllables: "Then...then...the...short...Qiang...Qiangzi...?"

Chen Baiyu watched his reaction as if admiring a peculiar painting.

I do think it makes some sense.

He simply bent down and got closer to Li Changhong.

The tip of the fruit knife in my hand dipped slightly and gently touched the cold floor tiles, making a very slight "ding" sound.

"He."

"I was... scared to death on the spot."

Chen Baiyu's voice remained flat as she spoke in his ear, as if she were talking about pebbles on the roadside.
But Li Changhong's last line of defense was completely shattered by this casual remark!
It was sawed off! I was scared to death!
He watched his comrade being sawed in half and then died of fright!
The images of the "sawed-shortened" rat and Qiangzi's gruesome death flashed and overlapped wildly in my mind.

He felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart and kneading it violently, or as if he had been thrown into the deepest, coldest ice cave!
A massive, indescribable, and utterly devastating torrent of extreme fear instantly engulfed all of Li Changhong's remaining consciousness!

His pupils dilated and unfocused in an instant, his gaze losing focus.

They became lost and listless.

Like two stagnant pools of water.

The violently trembling body suddenly stiffened under the restraint of the tape, and then began a completely out-of-control, high-frequency, minute twitching, like rotting flesh that had been electrified.

A large amount of saliva mixed with a filthy, viscous liquid that was hard to tell whether it was gastric juice or bile, gushed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, which had opened involuntarily, and dripped down in sticky threads onto the dusty floor.

"Heh...hehe...ha..."

A hollow, hoarse, meaningless laugh and whisper unconsciously escaped from the depths of his throat, mixed with heavy sobs and gasps.

"Contract...contract...can't hold...they're all dead...hoho...flew away...all...flew away...birds...so many birds...eating insects...not enough sacks...hoho...hoho..."

His gaze was unfocused.

His gaze was unfocused, staring at a blurry spiderweb in the corner of the ceiling, yet it seemed to penetrate the ceiling and gaze into the ethereal night sky.

His words came out incoherently and illogically, as if he were talking in a dream.

It has a morbid sense of rhythm.

His facial expression was numb and stiff, with only the corner of his mouth twitching nervously from time to time.

Chen Baiyu stared quietly at Li Changhong. His intuition and keen observation told him that the man in front of him was definitely faking his madness.

Faced with fabricated words meant to scare him, he tried to escape by feigning madness, which was probably the last thing he could think of.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu took a coin from the living room table and stuffed it into Li Changhong's pocket.

Then, without warning, Zero Frame suddenly spoke, asking, "Are you pretending to be crazy?"

"Ok!"

Li Changhong answered almost immediately, as if he had rehearsed it hundreds of times.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Chen Baiyu looked at Li Changhong and couldn't help but smile.

Putting down the coin constitutes a transaction, and thanks to the effect of his title, a 10% trust level is immediately added.

This level of trust can only soften vigilance and increase tolerance; it can't withstand anything utterly outrageous. But Chen Baiyu didn't say anything outrageous.

He simply took advantage of the moment when the other person was engrossed in pretending to be crazy and asked a question without warning.

Then there is no more then.

Although Li Changhong didn't know why he suddenly answered Chen Baiyu's question subconsciously, he immediately realized that something was seriously wrong.

However, the intense fear that had just arisen after realizing that he had been exposed came to an abrupt halt as Chen Baiyu's fingers touched him.

"It's boring, I'm tired of it."

Chen Baiyu shook his head.

He then bent down and touched Li Changhong's forehead with his finger.

next moment.

[Forbidden Art of the Enchantment School: Embrace Heaven].

launch!

After inputting fifty points of magic to maintain the spell, he got up without looking back, walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and patiently began to wash his hands with shower gel.

Even if it was just a tap on the other person's forehead.

I also subconsciously had an unbearable feeling, as if I had touched something dirty.

After washing your hands.

He simply started cleaning up the traces he had left behind from the bathroom window.

Of course, it's really simple.

Basically, it's just something to get by with.

When using the Thousand Illusion Mask, even biological traces change, and the less thorough the cleanup, the more misleading it becomes for the police.

Finish these.

Chen Baiyu dried her hands and slowly walked back to the living room, which was filled with a deathly silence.

The moment I stepped across the threshold, a nauseating mixture of smells, several times stronger than before, assaulted my nostrils. It was no longer just the smell of barbecue, sweat, and beer, but a more primal, more destructive odor.

The pungent stench of excrement, the sourness of gastric juices and bile, mixed with an indescribable, sticky feeling of excessive sweat secretion, which tasted like sweet, fishy, ​​and rusty sweat.

His gaze passed over the messy coffee table and empty wine bottles, landing precisely on the worn-out sofa area that held the ultimate "experience".

The scene in sight.

Rather than a corpse, it is more like a bizarre sculpture frozen at the peak of its agony, having just ceased its fierce struggle.

Li Changhong's enormous body remained in the position of being forcibly suspended upside down, firmly bound to the sofa chair by tough transparent tape.

However, due to the unimaginable, continuous, and violent spasms before death, the entire binding structure presented a grotesquely twisted posture.

Li Changhong's enormous, twisted, upside-down corpse stood there silently, like a desecrated offering from hell, a testament to the cruel torture he endured in the last ten minutes of his life, torture that defied human comprehension.

That was a final song of being drowned alive by a "paradise" that was both pure to the extreme and terrifying to the extreme.

The manner of his death was extremely gruesome.

Chen Baiyu frowned and stopped looking.

"ended."

He murmured to himself, then turned and left without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)