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As he chanted, a gentle breeze arose unexpectedly in the room, which was clearly closed by doors and windows, followed by wisps of light gray-white mist rising from mid-air.

"disease!"

The young man pointed his sword, and the wisps of mist instantly dissipated. The air, which had been relatively dry, suddenly felt cold, as if the temperature had dropped considerably.

"The Yin energy is so strong, just as I estimated. This is definitely not the first time that pervert has killed someone in the hotel."

He pulled a yellow paper talisman from his pocket. The talisman was covered with densely packed, ghostly-face-like script in an unknown black and red pigment.

Zhu Mingyao flicked his finger lightly at the talisman, and the chilling feeling in the air surged forth instantly, gathering on the small talisman. A few points of eerie blue light flashed and disappeared.

"That's perfect, let the victims take their own revenge!"

……

In a secluded suite on the ninth floor of the hotel, a blonde, blue-eyed girl named Jira was curled up in a corner of a large iron cage, hugging her knees and trembling slightly, her eyes filled with tears as she gazed at a male corpse hanging on the opposite wall.

That was Richie, her classmate in the juvenile detention center. Not long ago, the murderer gouged out Richie's eyes right in front of her, leaving him to bleed to death while screaming in agony. The horrific scene still echoed in Gila's mind.

"Angels or Satan, who can save me?"

Terrified, she prayed fervently, pleading for help from every god she knew.

In the empty room, no one responded to her; only the heavy footsteps of the serial killer could be heard intermittently from the next room.

Suddenly, a crisp breaking sound came from the corridor in the distance, as if someone had accidentally broken something.

Immediately afterwards, Gila heard the killer curse excitedly, slam the door open, and run over, dragging the rattling iron hooks and chains.

"Hey! Are you Gila?"

Just then, a very faint voice suddenly rang in her ear.

Gila suddenly raised her head and looked around hopefully, but found no one to talk to. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating.

"Shh, don't talk."

The half-open door quietly slid open a little, and a hazy shadow slowly emerged from it.

As the shadows dissipated, one of the figures, crouching low, was revealed—it was none other than Zhu Mingyao.

After sneaking into the ninth floor and conducting a quick search, he discovered that the girl was indeed still alive. However, the serial killer was guarding the next room. To be on the safe side, he played a trick, making some noise to distract the killer.

Gila stared wide-eyed, desperately covering her mouth with both hands, as the boy cautiously moved closer with tiny steps.

Zhu Mingyao frowned as he twisted the lock on the iron cage a couple of times. It wasn't that he couldn't open it, but if he made too much noise, he was afraid of alerting the "guards." If a chaotic fight broke out, he wasn't confident he could guarantee the safety of the hostages.

Gila noticed this too. Her lips twitched slightly, and upon seeing her rescuers, her will to survive surged, instantly overpowering her fear.

She mustered her courage, leaned close to Zhu Mingyao, and whispered, "I can shout and pretend something's wrong. When he pushes the door open, you hide behind the door and shoot."

Upon hearing Jira's words, Zhu Mingyao was taken aback and instinctively wanted to dissuade her, but seeing the unwavering look in the girl's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to speak.

His mind raced, and he pulled out the revolver tucked into his waistband and handed it to her, then whispered a few instructions in her ear.

No one knew what he said, but Gila's expression changed, and finally she nodded seriously.

After finishing his preparations, Zhu Mingyao hid behind the door and nodded to Jira.

The girl took a deep breath, and then a string of foul language poured out of her mouth like a machine gun, as if she wanted to vent all the fear and hatred she had just felt. Her voice was so loud and her words so sharp that they were no less than those of a professional rapper.

Zhu Mingyao's lips twitched as he listened. No wonder she was in a juvenile detention center; she must have been the queen bee of the entire grade back in school!

Perhaps Gila's taunting and aggroing effect was too outstanding, as soon as the cursing began, the heavy footsteps of the murderer came rushing over!

Chapter 13 Mother and Son

The heavy, thumping footsteps shook the floorboards, and they rushed over in the blink of an eye like a wild bull.

Just as Zhu Mingyao quietly raised his gun and pressed it against the door, estimating the location and preparing to shoot him from a distance, the footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the door.

"not good!"

A sense of alarm rose in Zhu Mingyao's mind. He quickly stepped back to the side and decisively pulled the trigger.

Amidst the explosion of fire, a barrage of lead bullets shot from the muzzle, piercing the carved wooden door and striking the murderer behind it.

Almost simultaneously, a dark, heavy iron hook tore through the wooden wall panel where the boy had been standing and came crashing down viciously!

The iron hook, carrying a sharp gust of wind, grazed Zhu Mingyao's arm before crashing heavily into a pile of broken tables and chairs, leaving a mess.

The boy shifted his feet sideways, nimbly leaping two steps away, letting the flying wood chips hit his protective armor, stimulating glints of light. His eyes remained fixed on the doorway that had been blasted open, and through the hole, he saw that it was now completely empty.

His ears twitched slightly as he keenly caught a sound. Without time to aim carefully, he barely managed to rotate the gun half a circle before firing it directly into the approximate location!

boom! boom! boom!

The next moment, dozens of lead bullets formed a violent rain of metal, crashing head-on into the tall body that had broken through the wall!

As history has proven countless times, even the strongest flesh and blood body will be defeated when faced with steel and fire.

The lead pellets, the size of beans, easily pierced through the skin and flesh with the powerful kinetic energy of the gunpowder. Inside the killer's body, they deformed and tumbled, tearing apart organs and creating tiny cavities that instantly robbed him of all mobility.

After swaying a few times, the two-meter-tall, mountain-like body collapsed to its knees on the floor with a thud. Crimson blood cascaded down from its chest and abdomen, which had turned into a bloody mess, and in the blink of an eye, it stained the dirty, tattered carpet beneath its feet crimson.

"Do not--"

A piercing wail rang out.

Surprisingly, the voice did not come from the dying killer, but from the next room.

A small, thin figure pushed open the door and stumbled out, ignoring the bloodstains covering the other person, and tightly embraced the murderer who was kneeling on the ground.

"Mrs. Margaret? Is that you?"

Gila exclaimed in surprise.

Just now, Zhu Mingyao secretly instructed her that the murderer might have accomplices, and told her to hide in the iron cage, conceal the revolver, and wait for an opportunity to provide support.

But she never expected that the so-called accomplice would turn out to be Mrs. Margaret, the administrator of the juvenile detention center in charge of the area.

She had assumed that the old lady, who had disappeared at the start of the attack, was already dead.

Zhu Mingyao stared coldly at the silver-haired old woman who was holding the murderer and crying loudly, seemingly unsurprised by the identity of the accomplice that Gila had revealed.

Although he knew a little about the plot thanks to his past life, it was only the outline of the story. As for whether the killer had accomplices, he really didn't remember very clearly. After all, there are thousands of Hollywood movies, and who can say they know them all by heart if they are not in the industry?

What truly aroused his suspicion were the traces he had just discovered in the lobby and on the floors below.

Even with some concealment, traces of long-term human habitation are still visible, indicating that the murderer had been entrenched in the abandoned hotel for quite some time.

The likelihood of relevant authorities designating a building housing a deranged murderer as a workplace for juvenile delinquents without any prior investigation is obviously extremely small.

Do you really think everyone else is blind?

To arrange the work locations of juvenile delinquents in advance, or even tamper with them and provide cover, only insiders of the institution could do such a thing.

"Jacob! Jacob! My son, how are you?"

The silver-haired old woman screamed, tightly embracing the dying murderer, and glaring venomously at the two people opposite her.

"He...is your son?"

Gila stared in disbelief at the grotesque and twisted expression on Margaret's face. When her group arrived, Margaret had been so kind and approachable.

Margaret screamed frantically, "Yes, he is my son, the messenger of God, the knight of the apocalypse who came to cleanse you sinful and unjust people!"

"You are all guilty, you are all guilty, only we are pure...!"

Seeing the old woman's delirious and fanatical appearance, Zhu Mingyao decided not to waste any more words. She was just a fanatical believer who had gone to extremes in her faith. Although rare, it was not uncommon.

The logic of fanatics is completely different from that of ordinary people; talking to them about how murder is illegal is like casting pearls before swine.

Zhu Mingyao pointed a finger and chuckled coldly:

"Who is guilty? Who is innocent? You can't decide that. Let the victims tell you!"

Follow his finger.

Behind the murderer, a yellow talisman had been pasted on at some point, its surface shimmering with a mesmerizing, eerie blue light.

Jacob, the serial killer, was on his deathbed. Despite his extraordinary physical gifts, far surpassing those of ordinary people, he was left with only a breath after being hit by several shotgun shells at close range.

As copious amounts of blood gushed out, his consciousness grew increasingly blurred. In his dazed state, he seemed to return to his childhood, where his mother stood before him with a loving smile, reaching out to stroke his face…

Do not!

No!

Jacob suddenly remembered that his mother would never do this.

She would never smile at herself with such kindness.

She only knows how to teach herself to kill!

—In the name of God!

When was the last time my mother smiled at me?

Yes, that's right.

It was after I killed someone for the first time, when I gouged out the eyes of that innocent girl with my own hands!

The illusion of the mother in front of him shattered suddenly, and figures appeared one after another: homeless people who had wandered into this place by mistake, teachers and juvenile delinquents from the reformatory, and many more young girls in the prime of their youth.

They stood with their lips tightly pressed together, letting dark red tears of blood silently flow from their empty eye sockets.

It seems to be posing a silent question:

Who is pure? Who is guilty?

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Jacob suddenly let out a painful howl, which seemed to contain endless regret and sorrow.

He suddenly mustered his remaining strength, wrapped his arms around his mother Margaret, his thick arms like steel hoops, and held her tightly in his arms.

"Jacob! What are you doing!"

Even when he was critically injured and on the verge of death, Jacob's remaining strength was something an elderly woman could not withstand.

After a series of muffled cracking sounds as bones broke, Margaret's limbs twitched for a moment, then fell limply to her sides, never to move again.

At the same time, with his breathing gradually fading, the murderer Jacob uttered his last words:

"mother,