Super God: If I punch you, you will die

But seeing the adults running around in the pouring rain outside, it's hard not to feel uneasy and concerned.

"Shall we go and see? I also want to know what happened."

Zhu Zhixiang's words were not meant to be defiant; they expressed the feelings of everyone.

"Maria, do you want to come along, or do you want to watch TV?"

"Maria wants to watch TV."

"Let's go, just the three of us. Maria, we'll be right back. You stay here and watch TV while we wait."

"..."

When the younger generation arrived outside, the adults who had left earlier were no longer visible.

But Zhu Zhixiang seemed to have guessed where they were going from the direction they ran.

Led by Zhu Zhixiang, they ran through the rain-soaked rose garden.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the malicious thunder kept ringing out, just like last night.

It felt as if some terrifying force that enveloped the entire island had come to power and was deliberately preventing them from moving forward.

"Zhu Zhixiang, what's that further ahead?"

"I remember there should be a warehouse for gardening tools."

"What exactly is the purpose of going to a place like that?"

The warehouse that Zhu Zhixiang mentioned slowly appeared in front of them.

The adults were there. The warehouse's rolling shutter door was open, and several adults appeared to be rummaging through something inside.

For some reason, only Princess Natsuhime was outside the warehouse, not even holding an umbrella, her back to them, head down and motionless. Besides Genji, Nanjo, and Princess Natsuhime who had just gone out, Kaon, Eiha, and Hideyoshi, who had come out earlier, were also here. There were a lot of people, but the atmosphere was not lively at all.

As soon as Princess Natsumi noticed the children running towards her, she immediately put on an extremely stern expression and ran towards them with her arms outstretched.

"You can't come over here—go back to the main house."

However, her efforts to stop them were in vain. No, it was precisely because of Princess Natsumi's obstruction that the children witnessed what she did not want them to see.

A dim fluorescent light illuminated the warehouse, its iron roller shutter door ajar. Inside were...

"ah--."

Zhu Zhixiang's scream, as if tearing silk, echoed all around.

But that was only because Zhu Zhixiang screamed the loudest; in fact, Lin Yan and Rang Zhi also screamed in pain.

Like Natsuhime Ushiromiya, Eba opened her arms wide and yelled at the children with an extremely stern expression.

"Take them back to the main house immediately. Quickly. Right now."

When Princess Natsumi Ushiro opened her arms, they thought it was to stop them from moving forward.

But now Eyu is opening her arms, not for that purpose.

She did it so her children wouldn't see the tragedy behind them. It was out of a mother's good intentions. She wanted to protect her children's eyes and hearts, even if it was just by covering them with one more hand.

"What a joke."

"I've seen this cheap scene countless times before. I'm already tired of seeing it in comics, TV, anime, or movies—it's just that this kind of highly stimulating image has become a reality. But that suit, that's my old man's suit. I know, that's Uncle Ushiro Miyazaki, and there's also Sister Kirie and Aunt Roza."

"Dad. Dad." Zhu Zhixiang looked at her father and called out to him, but her father seemed to be preventing her from seeing something.

"No. Zhu Zhixiang. You can't go in. You can't look."

"Daddy, Daddy. No."

"The body was almost entirely in rigor mortis, meaning it had been more than six hours since death. Judging from the damaged parts, it's highly likely that the body was desecrated after death. No, I can't say for sure unless I'm sure. I'm just a doctor at a small clinic; autopsies aren't my specialty."

Dr. Nanjo's words made Hideyoshi shout in anger and sorrow.

"What is this? Killing people wasn't enough, they also did such inhumane things. It's a demon, it was done by a demon."

"Aunt Ushiromiya Natsuhime and Aunt Ewa each held onto Akari and Joji, so only I was able to reach the warehouse entrance. If someone could hold me, I wouldn't have this terrible scene etched into my mind, right? No, that's not it. It's not because no one can hold me that I'm here; it's because the person who can hold me is here that I'm standing here. Akari is right. It seems this warehouse is indeed used to store gardening tools... There are lawnmowers and refill knives, sickles for cutting grass, and woodworking tools like hammers and saws. There are also piles of potted plants and fertilizer bags. Several corpses are placed on the ground like these miscellaneous items. I can recognize them by their clothes: my father, Kirie-nee. And Uncle Ushiromiya Kurausu and Aunt Roza, then Mr. Gota, and...? How many people died? What a joke! There aren't enough to count on one hand, you bastards."

Lin Yan didn't know whether the murderer used these gardening tools, which would be extremely cruel if used for other purposes, or whether they deliberately used cruel tools.

In short, the bodies that rolled on the ground were all given a horrific "makeup" treatment. It wasn't makeup at all; it would be more accurate to say that their faces were "ploughed up."

Their faces were shattered, forming an expression that even a dead person couldn't make, making it impossible to distinguish the positions of their eyes and noses. The mouths were still discernible, though, because they were wide open, revealing the gums. But the front teeth were gone, and the cheeks that should have covered them were a mass of mud, offering no cover whatsoever. Dad, clearly a man, and always putting so much effort into his makeup, had it all come to nothing.

"Oh, Dad. I always thought you were going to hell. But did it have to come to this? You're not that bad to deserve such a terrible fate. So, Sister Wujiang, you're the same. I told you not to associate with such rotten men. It's not right that you, you have to suffer such a terrible thing. Shameless, shameless, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, wow."

"Lin Yan, you can't watch anymore. Your parents wouldn't want you to see them like this. For their sake, you can't watch anymore."

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"Aren't the dead supposed to be shown peacefully sleeping faces? But they don't have faces at all. My dad and Kirie don't have faces. I don't even know what their expressions were when they died. What's this? So every time I think of my dad and the others, all I can remember are these monstrous, rotten fleshy faces? That's great, because then I won't have to remember my stinky dad's sly grin. It's absolutely wonderful. But, you don't have to make Kirie's face like that too. She's not a bad person. Although she sometimes makes me angry, to me she's like a pretty cool older sister. How can this be? How can this be? Uncle Ushiromiya Kurausu is alright. At least it's not his whole face, just his profile. At least he still has half a face left. He's alright, he's alright."

"say no more."

Zhu Zhixiang didn't want to listen to Lin Yan's nonsense, so she filled her ears with her own screams.

"Stop talking, Lin Yan. Stop talking, please don't say anymore."

"Oh."

Lin Yan didn't care about his age or any etiquette. He knelt down and burst into tears.

It was as if Lin Yan was speaking for everyone present, as if he was the one representing everyone who was crying incessantly.

"Father, the ones who died there were Uncle Ushio Miyazaki, Uncle Ryufu, Aunt Kirie, Aunt Roza, and Mr. Gota, a total of five people."

"No, there are six. There's one more person here."

The body that Hideyoshi was looking down at happened to be placed behind a pile of miscellaneous items, in a blind spot where Joji, who was standing at the entrance, could not see it.

Therefore, it was impossible for Zhi to tell whose remains these were.

So, Zhi couldn't help but curse himself, cursing himself for always being right only when he imagined the worst.

"The one who fell at Dad's feet was Shanin."

"Yes, it's Shayin."

"..."

Rang Zhi remained silent, biting his lower lip tightly, his lips trembling slightly.

He desperately wanted to run and cry towards his beloved's body. However, before rushing over there, he mustered a last shred of composure and asked his father a question.

"Is Shana the same as Uncle Ushiromiya and the others?"

"..."

Hideyoshi understood the meaning of his words deeply, which is why he couldn't answer immediately.

No, he felt that for Jean-Jacques at this moment, silence was the only sincere and compassionate answer. Jean-Jacques' question was whether the condition of the remains was the same as theirs.

Since Hideyoshi did not deny it, it means that her body was also in a terrible state.

"May I see Shana?"

"No, you can't."

"Why? Dad, you need to know that I will never see Shanin's face again. Why can't I see her one last time?"

Was the last time you saw Shanin yesterday?

"Ah."

"Really? What kind of expression did you see when Shana said goodbye?"

"It's a very charming smile."

When Zhi handed her the ring, she was clearly determined, yet she became shy and flustered, then felt embarrassed to show such an expression and ran away—these expressions vividly flashed through my mind.

"Is that so? Then, Shana, she probably also hopes that this is the kind of smile that will remain in your heart."

Hideyoshi looked down at the body of Sanon at his feet. Like the other bodies, her body was in a terrible state. Her head had been smashed from the side, and only half of her face still had an expression.

If we wiped the blood-stained half of her face dry, I wonder if we could see her gentle smile again? Even if it was just half her face.

Hideyoshi instinctively covered his eyes with a slapping force. How cruel! Since he was going to smash it anyway, he might as well smash the whole face. That way, at least he could find an excuse and say that someone else was wearing Sanon's clothes to temporarily deceive Jōji's mind.

But half of his face was left unseen.

This desecration of the body, especially knowing that only Shana could have remained, is utterly outrageous and cruel.

At Hideyoshi's feet, you can see Kanon desperately trying to memorize the half-finished expression on Shanon's face.

Jia Yin didn't cry; his eyes were filled with tears, but they didn't fall. But that didn't mean he wasn't as sad as others.

He had always regarded Shana, who grew up in the same orphanage, as an older sister. Losing Shana would be no different from losing a blood relative to him.

“Rangji, Shanon must be thanking you. She doesn’t want you to see her shameful side, and I believe she’s very grateful that you refrained from looking.”

"I know, I know, Dad, I know."

Rang Zhi leaned against the outer wall of the warehouse and slumped down, powerless.

"Dad, I need to ask you for a favor."

"what's up."

"Could you please check if Shana is wearing a ring on her finger?"

"The ring. Let me see it."

Hideyoshi squatted down, and Kanon then pointed to one of Sanon's hands.

"Yes. It's a diamond ring. Not a small diamond, it's quite valuable."

"Which hand and which finger does she wear this ring on?"

"Let me see, it's the left ring finger. So, it turns out that Shana is engaged."

"Let him treat you? You can't possibly be the one to do it."

“Eyu. None of that matters now. A man promised Shana he would stay with her for life. She got a man to say he would make her happy, and it doesn’t matter who that man is. Isn’t it a woman’s greatest happiness to have a man say such a thing? I don’t know when she got the ring, or who gave it to her. But Shana got the ring, and she accepted his proposal and put it on her left ring finger. I believe the man who gave her the ring must be very happy.”

Most of the people present assumed that Hideyoshi was confused by the unusual situation and that's why he said such nonsensical things.

However, those who truly know the relationship between Joji and Shana will fully understand the meaning behind his words.

"Really? Thank you, Dad."

Rang Zhi stood up.

Although tear stains remained on her face, her expression had returned to its usual calm.

“Let’s go, Lin Yan, Zhu Zhixiang. If we stay here, we’ll only be in your way.”

"Oh, that makes sense."

Zhu Zhixiang sniffed and gave her mother, who was still hugging her, a look that said she was alright.

Then, when she turned to face Rang Zhi, her expression had returned to normal.

Even though she couldn't find her smile again.

"Lin Yan, cheer up."

Lin Yan remained kneeling in front of his parents' bodies, motionless.

"I'm sorry, I had a good cry, but I've calmed down now. My dad must be laughing at me, saying that I always scold him for being a bastard, so why am I crying like this just because he died? What can I do? We cry when our parents die; it's written in our genes."

Lin Yan's face was also streaked with tears. Even though he could only manage a bitter smile, he had at least slowly managed to pull himself together and force a smile.

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“Jiayin, you can’t stay here any longer. Take the children back to the main house.”

Ueshiro Natsumi dared not step into the warehouse and stood outside in the rain. Perhaps she also had her own way of grieving, just different from Lin Yan's.

She felt that she had to take responsibility after her husband's death, so she gave Jia Yin this order.

"As you command, ma'am."

Jiayin immediately stood up and turned around. His face was extremely pale, as if his heart had been killed along with Shayin's, and he was completely lifeless.

If he were in an ordinary daily life, and was tasked with leading the younger generation to appreciate the beautiful rose garden, he would probably walk at the front and lead the way.