A villainous girl created by paranoia

After moving the seven bodies together, I began to examine them closely. I retrieved their cell phones from their bodies and unlocked them using their fingerprints, thus confirming what I wanted to confirm.

Yi Liuhai, a family member, is the husband Yi Liuhai, the wife's name is unknown, and the daughter is Yi Liu Meihui.

When I confirmed that Ichiyanagi Mie was indeed Ichiyanagi Hai's daughter, I was quite angry. Even I would be angry.

Next is Zhou Fangming, the man who assaulted me. His family composition is: son Zhou Fangming, mother's name unknown.

The remaining members of the Yiliu Group had no close friends or family, and their phone books contained very few contacts besides each other.

Although I wanted to take revenge on them all at once, I couldn't bring myself to kill them one by one by following their phone books. Besides, my main targets of hatred were Yi Liuhai, Zhou Fangming, and Honda She'e.

Finally, there is Honda Hebi, whose family structure is somewhat similar to that of Ichiryu Hai: husband Honda Hebi, wife's name unknown, and daughter Honda Yoko.

Next came the collection of spoils: Honda Serpent's two daggers, a tear gas canister, a flashbang, two grenades, a glider, and an AUO45 Sky Strike. These were the only valuable things I could find on him.

As for Zhou Fangming? He was practically penniless; besides his switchblade, all he had was his cell phone and money.

From the other people, I found a lighter that could fire a penetrating bullet, a pendant that could eject blades, and even a bulletproof vest. After hesitating for a while, I finally put the bulletproof vest down.

Next was Ichiryu Hai's corpse. I first sawed off his ring finger, where he wore a ring, and then found a stun gun and a piece of paper with the word "Inheritance" written crookedly on it. I think this piece of paper must be the key to breaking away from the inheritance.

Just as I was trying to figure out what the paper was made of, it suddenly burst into flames and soon turned into ashes.

The shock lasted only a moment. I quickly ignored the burning paper and then took off my uniform jacket to wrap everything except the glider.

To be honest, I still don't understand how they brought me here. I don't even have any memory of what happened before I lost consciousness. It's like... time stood still.

If any of them possessed time-manipulation abilities, how could they have been killed so easily? Could it be that this so-called game allows players to exchange points for one-time superpowers?

Hmm, very likely. I'm starting to feel a little tempted to enter that game.

I don't want to gain anything from the game; I just want to play it because I find it interesting.

As I was thinking, I picked up the can of gasoline and started pouring it into the blood-soaked container, both inside and out. Finally, I threw the gasoline can into the container as well.

He tore a large strip of cloth from Honda Sheer's clothes, rolled it up a few times, dabbed it with gasoline from the container, and finally took out a lighter to light the gasoline-soaked cloth.

call!

The flames burned faster than I expected, so I quickly threw the wad of cloth at the container. The flames burst into flames the moment they touched the container, burning at an absurdly fast speed, but I didn't care.

After retrieving the items I had packed and the glider, I stepped back about ten meters. Only when I felt the flames from the burning container were no longer scorching my skin did I close my eyes, lower my head slightly, and clench my fists in front of my chest in a prayer-like gesture.

May the flames of hell forever burn your souls, and may your cries never be heard.

Speaking of which, if there is a hell in this world, would the other members of the Ichiyanagi Group fight Zhou Fangming in hell? After all, the switchblade I used to slit the necks of the other members of the Ichiyanagi Group was taken from Zhou Fangming's corpse.

At that time, the members of the Yiliu Group were probably stunned when they saw Zhou Fangming suddenly get his head blown off. Zhou Fangming's body fell right on top of me, and the others' attention wasn't on me at first. So I broke free of the ropes, took out the switchblade from Zhou Fangming's mouth, and was able to cut the ropes so quickly.

Then Honda fired a second shot, blowing the gatekeeper's head off. While the others in the Ichiyanagi group were trying to avoid me, I killed them. The process of killing them was incredibly easy; I had thought killing people would be much more difficult.

I uttered the most vicious words in a devout tone. I know it's unnecessary, and I don't hate them, but I still uttered the curses, not for any reason, but simply because I wanted to, and I was happy.

I didn't rush to leave, but just watched the flames of the container burning quietly. No one would come to this port, or rather, no one would come tonight.

Neither Ichiryu Hai nor Honda Henya wanted this place to be found so quickly. They might have exchanged for some kind of human-repelling item in the game, and the surveillance cameras stopping working might also be largely due to this item.

So, assuming that the game's points can be exchanged for superpowers, Yi Liu Hai and his friends may have exchanged for a total of three superpowers or three items.

I just checked my phone, and the time was 0:12. I was having lunch around 11:40, which means I lost 12 hours of bodily sensation. If this is a superpower, it's too outrageous. I can only imagine that it's a one-time use item.

After my body lost sensation, the next superpower was another one. If I'm not mistaken, it should be spatial. Spatial teleportation seems more plausible, since it's a one-time use ability. If it were spatial movement, I wouldn't be able to leave the school. If it's not spatial teleportation, it's hard to explain how I left the school.

Next is the ability or item that keeps people away from this place. I guess it's an item because the repelling effect hasn't dissipated yet. If it were an ability, the effect should have dissipated after the user dies.

If it's a prop, then I might as well go look for it, since this prop would be perfect for covering up my murders.

However, I searched for almost half an hour but couldn't find that prop or anything similar. I even found the wrench that Honda used to disassemble the glider, but now that wrench was holding a half-melted silencer, so it looked like it was ruined.

I didn't pick up that thing because I didn't want to leave any fingerprints. The only thing I touched in this port was the contents of that container, but now that container is almost completely burned. Even the most skilled forensic doctor wouldn't be able to find my fingerprints here because they've all been evaporated.

However, not finding that item isn't a big problem, since I can kill those people without having to do it myself.

Those people were naturally the relatives of the corpses in the container. I am a very vengeful person. If you really provoke me, I will definitely retaliate tenfold, and that tenfold is not as simple as just twice.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen her in a long time. I wonder if she'll starve to death? Oh well, let her out tomorrow."

When I confirmed that the body in the container had been burned to ashes, I grabbed the glider with my left hand and a bundle made from my uniform jacket with my right, and jumped into the sea.

After all, I could never walk out in my current state. Besides, after moving corpses in the container and sawing off Honda's fingers, I'm covered in blood. It would be a miracle if I walked down the street in this condition and didn't get arrested and questioned by the police.

--split line--

There is currently no extra chapters for this book because I work very late every day.

I can't guarantee anything, but I'll try my best to make every chapter interesting and engaging.

Chapter Five: Paranoia

When I got home from the sea, it was already four in the morning. I crawled out of the sewer, and to be honest, the smell was quite strong. Along the way, I could also feel that my emotions were a bit complicated... no, to be precise, it was excitement.

Today is the first time I have killed someone. Although I have done some illegal things before, today is the first time I have killed someone with my own hands.

The emotion in my heart was clearly more excited than panicked.

I've always been the one being killed; now it's finally my turn to kill someone else.

If you want to avoid being abused by an abuser, then become an abuser yourself.

It's okay. Just act like a normal person from now on, as if this never happened.

I...I'm starting to get scared. Was what I did really the right thing? Should I continue to seek revenge on those people? Should I keep killing?

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, a jumble of emotions swirling together, and I was observing my own tangled and chaotic state from a god-like perspective, appreciating the various negative emotions within me.

Then, like a giant who only knew destruction, I picked up these chaotic thoughts with both hands and crushed them.

All my emotions and thoughts ceased, and no voices reached me; I found inner peace.

Once I was sure I had calmed down, I looked up at my two-story villa again. It was a small villa of about 300 square meters, with a small inner yard. This wasn't a villa area, but an ordinary residential area, and a rather underdeveloped one at that. There were many similar buildings around, all two-story villas, with a paved road right outside the yard—the kind of paved road that cars could drive on.

This sewer leads to my backyard. It's not some city facility; I dug it myself. The sewer outlet is hidden in a clump of grass, and I usually cover the manhole cover with a layer of soil and plant some weeds. Normally, no one would notice that there's a sewer here.

As for the glider and other spoils, I didn't bring them up. Instead, I left them in a hidden compartment in the sewer. I plan to deal with them tomorrow. I'm a bit tired today, mainly because I swam in the sea for nearly two hours, which is really exhausting for me.

Dragging my soaking wet body, I walked towards the back door of my villa. I don't keep dogs or cats in my yard, so my house is very quiet at night. As for this property? It's my mother's inheritance.

I wanted to say 'I'm home,' but no one in the house responded, so I didn't say anything.

After taking off my wet ankle boots in the entryway, I didn't change my shoes. Instead, I walked to the bathroom soaking wet. I didn't turn on the lights along the way; I wasn't used to it, and there was no need to.

My bathroom has a full-length mirror. Only after turning on the bathroom light did I see my disheveled appearance in the mirror. I was soaking wet, with a strange seaweed on my head, and faint red bloodstains on my white shirt. Even after two hours of washing with seawater, the bloodstains had not completely disappeared.

In the full-length mirror, I'd say I'm a fairly pretty girl, except my skin is too white—an unhealthy white, almost bloodless white, but with a translucent quality that makes me look like jade.

While thinking about some trivial things, I untied the bow on the front of my shirt collar, casually tossing the ribbon aside. Then, I started unbuttoning the shirt in front of the mirror. As I unbuttoned each button, the collar gradually opened, and from my angle, I could even see my pink lace bra.

I didn't pay attention there; after all, I'm not some male protagonist in a transformation novel who would swoon over his own body.

Finally, I unbuttoned the shirt around my abdomen, leaving it completely open. As I had expected, my abdomen was now covered in bruises, and I could still feel a slight throbbing pain in it.

Then my anger flared up again. I would never let that man named Zhou Fangming off so easily, at least not while he was alive. But now that he's dead, I can only take revenge on his only living mother.

And then there was Honda She'er's family. If Honda She'er hadn't been aiming his sniper rifle at me, I wouldn't have suffered so many beatings for nothing. If Honda She'er's sniper rifle hadn't been aimed at me, I would have broken free from the very first punch that sent me flying.

Speaking of which, there's something strange. Ever since I regained consciousness in the container, I've felt like someone is watching me, and I still have that feeling now. I even feel like they can see right through me and read my thoughts. But what reassures me is that I also have another feeling: they can't influence me at all, not even touch me. They can only monitor me and observe me, but they can't do anything substantial. That's my feeling.

Just as I was thinking about these trivial things, I suddenly saw a figure behind me in the mirror. She had messy long brown hair, bluish-green skin, and her blue eyes were wide open, so much so that you could clearly see the blood vessels in the whites of her eyes.

The next moment, she gave me a crazy and twisted smile.

I watched the blue-skinned woman's movements in the mirror with a blank expression, thinking to myself, 'Here we go again,' but outwardly I remained completely still.

Immediately afterward, a sharp katana pierced my abdomen through my back. It seemed to have been done by that blue-skinned woman, and blood flowed down my abdomen. Then, the blue-skinned woman slowly withdrew the katana; her movements were slow and gentle, and her smile softened.

After the katana was completely pulled from my body, the blue-skinned woman stabbed me in the back again, and my abdomen was pierced through from back to front once more. I even noticed that when the katana pierced my abdomen, there was a slight bulge in my abdomen. The bulge was very small before the katana pierced through my skin and penetrated my body.

This time, the blue-skinned woman quickly withdrew her knife, then swiftly stabbed me several more times in the abdomen. Blood was already everywhere, but I calmly took off my shirt. I tossed it aside, then unzipped the left side of my skirt, the black skirt sliding down into the pool of blood at my feet. I felt no regret, because...

My current consciousness is scattered, which means that what I am seeing now is an illusion.

Ignoring the woman behind me who was stabbing and slashing at me, I quickly took off all my clothes, rinsed myself off briefly, and then swiftly entered the bathtub stained with my blood. Looking at the heart I was holding in my hands, I felt truly helpless.

Just now, while I was showering, that woman cleaved my body diagonally downwards from my shoulders, and a bunch of organs instantly slid to the ground. The woman then started hacking at my organs. Although I knew it was a hallucination, I still picked up my heart that had fallen out of my body, because hallucinations still have phantom pain.

From my perspective, which is a hallucination, the entire bathroom is now covered in blood, but in reality, nothing has happened.

Just as I was staring blankly at my bloody heart, a large black stone hand forcibly pushed me into the bathtub. I felt myself choking on water, but I quickly came to my senses.

The form of my imagined consciousness is still fragmented, which means that what I am seeing now is still just an illusion.

In reality, this illusion that affected my very existence lasted only a short while before disappearing. The large black hand seemed to have never been there, and my head seemed to have never been pushed into the bathtub. What I was holding in my hand was naturally a ball of air, and the water in the bathtub was naturally clean water.

This is an illness, a very serious illness. I've had this illness since I can remember.

The doctor's diagnosis was...

Paranoia of persecution.

--split line--

This chapter is a bit short...

Chapter Six: Illusion Sequence

At five o'clock in the morning, I was already in my own bed. During this time, I had three more episodes of illness and saw three terrifying hallucinations.

My bedroom is very ordinary, everything is simple, there are no decorations at all. I do have some decorations that I like, but I don't have the money to buy them.

Although I had the option of transferring money from those players' phones, I gave up on that option; it wasn't necessary.

Perhaps because I was too tired, I basically fell asleep as soon as I lay down on the bed.

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