Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

At the entrance of the Red Star Hotel.

Upon learning of the murder at the hotel, Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui, and Sha Zhu rushed back.

As soon as I stepped into the hotel, a chill hit me.

Sha Zhu immediately noticed the waiter on duty standing at the counter with a deathly pale face.

Afterwards, his fingers unconsciously twisted the rag.

"Comrade."

Sha Zhu rushed over in three strides, "What happened at the hotel? Has someone died?"

The young waiter's lips trembled as he said, "Yes, yes, people died. It's so tragic, so tragic."

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses, his voice still relatively calm: "Comrade, don't panic, speak slowly. Who died?"

Yi Zhonghai stood behind the two men, his hands trembling slightly.

The waiter took a deep breath and forced himself to continue: "It was a woman... she was... she was dismembered, her head... her watermelon head was cut off and hung on that crooked tree outside the courtyard at No. 95... the room was covered in blood..."

He covered his mouth as if he was about to vomit, "I...I've never seen anything so terrifying in my life..."

Sha Zhu's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "Where's the woman holding the child? How is the woman holding the child inside?"

"A woman holding a child?" The waiter was taken aback.

"She's alright, she's moved to the first floor now, she was just scared."

Not light..."

Sha Zhu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumping: "It's good that Sister Qin is alright..."

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly realized something and abruptly turned to look at Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai's face was as white as paper, and his lips were trembling.

Then, his voice hoarse, he asked, "Comrade, how old was that dead woman you mentioned? What was she wearing?"

The waiter tried to recall: "I didn't see his face clearly, it was too scary. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing a blue cotton jacket and gray pants..."

"Blue cloth jacket...gray trousers..."

Yi Zhonghai muttered repeatedly, then suddenly grabbed the waiter's arm, "Was your hair up? Was there a wooden hairpin in your hair?"

The waiter, wincing in pain from his grip, nodded frantically, "It seems...it seems like there's a wooden hairpin..."

Yi Zhonghai's hand loosened, and he staggered backward, crashing into the wall behind him.

"Cuilan..." he whispered, then let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Cuilan—!!!"

The howl startled everyone in the hotel, but no one dared to go out.

Yi Zhonghai rushed upstairs like a madman, and Yan Bugui quickly followed, while Sha Zhu went to find his Sister Qin.

The two rushed up to the second floor. The corridor was filled with a strong smell of blood. The door to room 204 was ajar, and a dark red stain was seeping through the crack.

Yi Zhonghai's hand stopped on the doorknob, trembling, and he dared not push it open.

"Old Yi..." Yan Bugui said softly, "How about we..."

"No!" Yi Zhonghai suddenly pushed the door open.

The sight in the room made both of them gasp.

Blood was everywhere.

Dark red bloodstains were splattered everywhere—on the walls, the bed, and the table.

The body was gone, but a human figure was drawn on the ground in chalk—a human figure divided into several pieces.

The air was filled with a rusty, metallic smell.

Yi Zhonghai walked in step by step, his shoes making a sticky sound as they stepped on the bloodstains.

He stopped in front of the human-shaped silhouette, his knees buckled, and he knelt down.

"Cuilan..."

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, ugh—"

Tears welled up in Yi Zhonghai's eyes. The usually composed old man was now crying like a child, and suddenly he started gagging.

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't have harmed Lin Tian's father because of that little conflict. I shouldn't have allowed the Jia family to force Lin Tian's mother to her death for the sake of the house. And I shouldn't... I shouldn't have been thinking about taking advantage of the family's inability to survive."

Yi Zhonghai pounded the ground, the blood on his hands mixing with the blood on the ground.

He exclaimed, "This is all karma! Karma!!"

Yan Bugui stood at the door, his face deathly pale.

He pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and said in a hoarse voice, "Old Yi, pull yourself together. Your wife is gone, and you're like this..."

"Cheer up?"

Yi Zhonghai suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yan Bugui. "How can I pull myself together? My wife is dead."

"You've been dismembered into eight pieces, and your head is hanging from a tree. How am I supposed to pull myself together?"

Yan Bugui was frightened by the madness in his eyes and took a step back.

Yi Zhonghai stood up unsteadily, his voice suddenly becoming unusually calm, frighteningly calm: "Old Yan, do you know what I regret most right now?"

Yan Bugui remained silent.

"My biggest regret is that I didn't burn that little beast of the Lin family to death at the crematorium back then."

"The Lin family should have been wiped out completely, not a single one left, then this wouldn't have happened!"

Yan Bugui took another step back, his back pressed against the door frame.

Looking at Yi Zhonghai in front of him, he suddenly felt that this person was very unfamiliar—no, not unfamiliar, but Yi Zhonghai had finally torn off that mask of hypocrisy, revealing the true ferocity beneath.

"An old man."

Sha Zhu couldn't help but speak up, "Calm down, this isn't the time to talk about this..."

When Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu arrived at the door, they heard Yi Zhonghai's harsh words. Fortunately, because of the dead body, there were no other people upstairs besides the four of them.

"When will you tell me?"

Yi Zhonghai suddenly turned to Sha Zhu, "Wait until I'm dead? Wait until you're dead too?"

"Pillar, don't you see? You're next, or your sister Yushui. No one can escape."

Sha Zhu choked.

Qin Huairu's face turned pale. When she saw the scene in the room again, she covered her mouth and forced herself not to scream.

"Uncle," Qin Huairu said hoarsely, "please accept my condolences..."

"Please accept my condolences."

Yi Zhonghai gave a bitter laugh. "Huai Ru, how can you expect me to grieve? Your husband is dead, your son is dead, aren't you angry? Aren't you filled with hatred? And now you want me to grieve?"

Qin Huairu's tears flowed again: "Uncle, I understand, I understand everything."

"You don't understand!"

Yi Zhonghai suddenly raised his voice, but then lowered it again, like a viper flicking its tongue, "Huai Ru, think about it, why are we the ones who are dying? Why are the two children from the Lin family alright? Why?"

Qin Huairu was stunned.

"Because they are seeking revenge."

Yi Zhonghai said slowly and deliberately, "Lin Tian's parents have returned as ghosts to seek revenge, looking for those of us who harmed them."

Think about it, how did the pheasant die?

How did Guangfu die?

How did he die?

They all disappeared without a trace, and then they died.

Qin Huairu's body began to tremble.

Yi Zhonghai approached her, his voice even lower: "Huai Ru, your husband is dead, your son is dead, are you content?"

"I..." Qin Huairu's lips trembled.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Yi Zhonghai answered for her, "I want revenge. I want those two little beasts from the Lin family to be buried with my wife."

Qin Huairu suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with a crazed light: "Uncle, you're right. I can't let Dongxu and Banggeng die in vain. I want revenge. I want Lin Tian and Lin Tangtang to pay for their lives."

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