Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Damn system, do you know what I (the original owner) was thinking when I died?"

Lin Tian said softly, as if talking to himself, "I'm thinking, why me? What did my parents do wrong? What did I do wrong?"

Our family has always been honest and hardworking, never harming anyone, but what was the result?

He scooped up a handful of the spiritual spring water and watched it slip through his fingers.

"My father was killed by Yi Zhonghai and Director Yang because he discovered some people's dirty deeds."

My mother died tragically. My sister and I were killed; one was beaten to death, and the other was kept alive to be sold when she grew up.

"Tell me, should I take revenge?"

System: [But...]

"But what? But shouldn't such cruel methods be used?"

Lin Tian laughed, "Damn system, then tell me, what methods should I use? Report it to the police? Do you think that would be useful?"

When my mother died, Yi Zhonghai covered it up with a "death due to illness" certificate.

What would happen if someone reported me to the police when I died?

Yi Zhonghai issued another certificate of "natural death".

If I hadn't traveled through time, or rather, hadn't awakened my memories, I would already be a pile of ashes.

So, you dog system, don't talk to me about morality and ethics.

To speak of benevolence and morality to those who harmed my family would be the greatest act of ingratitude and injustice towards me and my parents.

The system fell silent again.

After a long while, it whispered:

System: [Host, I'm just worried that if you go on a killing spree, you might even...]

Lin Tian was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

They laughed so hard they were doubled over, and tears streamed down their faces.

"You dog system, are you afraid I'll kill you?"

He wiped away the tears of laughter. "You're just a system, you don't even have a physical form. How can I kill you? Format you?"

System: [Host, I'm serious...]

"I'm serious."

Lin Tian stopped laughing, his expression turned serious, and he thought to himself: It seems that as the host, I really do have the ability to kill the dog system.

Look how panicked it is.

I just don't know how to kill it.

First, stabilize the situation.

"Damn system, don't worry. Although you can be annoying at times, always talking about healing, and although the tasks you assign are absurd, at least you gave me a chance to get revenge."

He paused, then continued, "Besides, you've never harmed me, so I won't touch you, unless..."

"Unless what?" the system asked nervously.

"Unless you betray me."

Lin Tian said, word by word, "If one day you stab me in the back like Yi Zhonghai and his gang, I guarantee I'll show you what a real 'system crash' is."

The system shuddered; although it had no physical form, the sensation was real.

System: [Host, rest assured, I will never betray you. The first rule of my core program is absolute loyalty to the host.]

is it?

"That's good."

Lin Tian nodded, picked up the kitchen knife again, and said, "Now, let's continue. Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu's are together."

"Next, let's move on to the next one."

"Damn system, tell me," Lin Tian asked softly, "what will the next mission be?"

The system did not respond.

It does not want to issue it.

He just silently watched the host, the eight-year-old child, and his cold, crazed eyes.

There was only one thought in my mind:

This host is probably not the reincarnation of the Demon Lord.

How could such cruel words have no warmth at all in his mouth, which was 39 degrees Celsius?

It was a little scared.

I'm afraid the host might really go berserk.

I fear that one day, even this system itself will become a victim of the blade.

No, it's "code ghosts".

The system shuddered and decided that from today onward, it would speak less, do less, and reduce its presence.

At least, before the host goes on a killing spree, preserve your own life.

Lin Tian said listlessly, "I wonder how the Ghost Shadow Clone's investigation of Factory Director Yang is going?"

"My cleaver is itching to taste what Director Yang's 'crackling' tastes like."

The system instinctively shrank its head; although it had no physical form, this action had become a conditioned reflex.

Meanwhile, inside the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Lin Tian's ghostly clone lurked in the shadows, wandering through the vast factory area, searching office buildings, workshops, and warehouses, but he couldn't find Factory Director Yang anywhere.

The office was empty, with half a cup of tea left in the teacup on the table, and a cigarette butt still burning on top of the ashtray.

The person had just left.

"You ran pretty fast." Ghost Shadow Lin Tian sneered. "But it's alright, you can run away but you can't hide."

He drifted out of the office building and headed towards the boiler turning workshop deep inside the factory area.

My father died there.

It was said that he was burned to death by molten steel due to an operational error.

But Lin Tian knew this was no accident.

It was murder!

A ghostly figure drifted into the workshop, and a wave of heat hit us.

The boiler turning workshop is the hottest, dirtiest, and most tiring place in the steel rolling mill.

Dozens of workers, shirtless and covered in oil and sweat, were busy working in the high temperature.

Molten steel churned in the huge boiler, emitting a blinding red light and scorching heat.

Lin Tian floated into the shadows above the workshop, looking down at the busy workers below.

Among these people, there might be accomplices who killed their father back then.

It could even be the murderer.

"With so many people, who is the murderer?" Lin Tian murmured, his eyes scanning the crowd.

I saw a familiar face: Li Aiguo, my father's coworker and good friend, who had once come to our house for a meal and was on friendly terms with my father.

But now, instead of working in the fitter's workshop, he's busy turning over the boiler here, his expression numb and his eyes vacant.

Did he offend someone?

Lin Tian didn't investigate further. The ghostly figure slowly descended and arrived at a small office in the corner of the boiler workshop.

Production schedules and safety regulations are posted on the wall, and several record books are placed on the table.

Sun, the foreman in charge of the workshop, was around thirty-five years old with a face full of fat. He was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

He was in charge of turning over the boilers, so he must have known about his father's death, especially since the two families were enemies, both adults and children.

Lin Tian floated behind Foreman Sun and looked at the newspaper, which reported on the recent tragic deaths at the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

"Foreman Sun."

Foreman Sun trembled violently, and almost dropped the teacup in his hand.

He looked back and saw that the office was empty.

"Who?"

Foreman Sun asked warily, "Who's speaking?"

"Me?"

Lin Tian's ghostly figure slowly appeared before him, but its outline was enough to make it recognizable. "Don't you recognize me?"

Foreman Sun's eyes widened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He saw it.

He saw the semi-transparent shadow and the young face; though blurry, he recognized it.

Lin Tian.

A month ago, I got into a fight with my son at school. The reason was definitely that my son started it.

Unfortunately, they didn't win.

That's how he met his father, and the two had another argument. Both of them were very protective of their children, and they ended up fighting in front of the two kids.

Since becoming the foreman of the boiler-turning workshop, I rarely did any work, as it was quite dangerous. As a result, I was weaker than my opponent and took two punches.

Exactly two weeks ago, Director Yang's secretary approached him, asking him to stage an accident to get rid of Lin's father.

That's how I got my current position as deputy director.

"Lin...Lin Tian?" Foreman Sun's voice trembled. "You...you're not..."

"Dead? Or were they captured and killed by thugs?"

Lin Tian finished speaking for him, "Yes, I'm dead. I was beaten to death by Jia Dongxu and his gang a week ago."

"Then you...you are..." Foreman Sun wanted to run, but his legs were too weak to stand up.

"What am I?"

"Do I even need to be asked who I am? Can't you tell?"

Lin Tian laughed, a laugh that was icy and chilling. "I've come to see how my father died 'accidentally'."

Foreman Sun's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he was drenched in sweat.