Chapter 51: Rainy Night Massacre

Chapter 51: Rainy Night Massacre

Chapter 51: Rainy Night Massacre
Of course there is resentment and hatred, anger and depression, but they are covered up by the repeated words "I'm doing this for your own good".

"Don't embarrass me." "Are you not making a fool of yourself enough?" "You are so ignorant."...

The emotional repression caused by the desire for love in this life has not yet been released.

Even though it was a long time before she realized that no one loved her. At the end of her life, Tang Rui wanted to go crazy once.

She raised her head, her eyes sparkling with endless sparks, but also struggling.

Because this world still has too many rules and constraints.

Wen Xishu is also very clear about this. If the end of the world is still in the distant future, if the world does not usher in the collapse of order...

He would not make such an invitation.

If he had enough time, he would design an elaborate revenge plan that is not sanctioned by the law, just like the protagonists in many movies and TV dramas.

But if there is less than forty-eight hours, Wen Xishu will choose to do those impossible things alone.

If such things as revenge for grievances and revenge were put into martial arts stories, they might be welcomed with cheers and applause. But in the orderly and harmonious reality, it would be evil and brutality.

Fortunately, the end is approaching.

The era of survival of the fittest is coming. Wen Xishu decided to give Tang Rui a chance, but he also gave the power of choice to Tang Rui herself.

"We've all drunk the wine, you know how it feels, but you can also choose not to believe me, to leave or stay, it's all up to you."

The thunder roared, and the night became as bright as day. At that moment, all the lights in the bar seemed dim under the thunder.
The next moment, Tang Rui also stood up. She suddenly wanted to give up thinking, just as if she had allowed herself to play an unprecedented game of truth or dare with a stranger not long ago.

She finally stopped struggling and held Wen Xishu's hand.

"Okay, let's go kill them all."

……

……

Historically, this rainstorm in Jiangcheng lasted for three full days, causing Jiangcheng's drainage system to be paralyzed.

The heavy rain over the past three days has troubled many people, but not Professor Yan Zhihai.

Many years ago, Yan Zhihai was clear about one thing: education could not make him money, but parents' vanity could make him money.

For example, in a mathematics competition initiated by a private training class, he was the examiner and the question setter, and he also hyped up the reputation of these competitions.

Naturally, many parents would let their children participate in the competition. Before the competition papers were completed, Yan Zhihai was able to arrange some students and know in advance what questions would be asked.

Professor Yan repeated this operation several times and made a lot of money over the years.

For some parents, children’s poor academic performance is a disease, and Professor Yan Zhihai is the famous doctor who can cure the disease.

Their children, who used to be not very interested in studying, became winners of certain competitions. This huge change made Yan Zhihai a famous teacher recognized by them.

No matter how bad a student is at studying, he or she can always get a place in the series of competitions arranged by Professor Yan.

It doesn't matter whether the children endured hardships or suffered humiliation during this process, because they can proudly say to the outside world that their children won a prize in the competition.

Yan Zhihai knows better than anyone that the problem is not the children who cannot learn well, but the parents who could not do it themselves but expect their children to be able to do it.

There are many parents like this.

So on a rainy night like this, some people were trembling in the underground garage to take shelter from the rain, while others rolled up their bedding and ran away in a panic at the subway station...

But Professor Yan can lie on the terrace of his three-story villa, under a huge outdoor parasol, and listen to the rain with a comfortable look on his face.

He was not just listening to the rain. At the moment the thunder struck, there was a little girl shivering with fear beside him.

Yan Zhihai is very happy.

Especially after he finished talking on the phone with the little girl's parents just now, the way the little girl's eyes gradually lost their luster made him extremely excited.

He was grateful for this world. This world was so beautiful. The sunshine every morning was beautiful, the night was beautiful, the heavy rain was beautiful, and the lightning was beautiful.

These parents, who have no time to take care of their own children and blindly believe in teachers, make him feel that everything in the world is beautiful.

Many children are afraid of thunder, and so are the children around Yan Zhihai.

When the child trembled and looked at Yan Zhihai with begging eyes——

Yan Zhihai suddenly had an inspiration and felt that he could write an article that would allow people to let go of their inner obsessions and feel the beauty of the world.

Once it is published, there will definitely be a lot of people who like it. The children’s parents will feel that they are at an extraordinary level and will believe more that they are excellent teachers.

Thunder and lightning struck again, and the child finally couldn't help it and started crying loudly.

The crying of a child was also beautiful, but it more or less disturbed his creative mood. Yan Zhihai frowned and raised his fat hand, ready to slap.

But suddenly, the sound of conversation broke through the sound of rain.

"Are you sure this is here?"

"That's right. I've never...never let it go. So I've been quietly asking about each of their affairs."

"That's good. People should never forget their roots, and they should never forget their enemies. They should maintain this good character."

The two voices, one clear and one hoarse, seemed to be speaking loudly on purpose for people to hear.

The little girl turned around suddenly and saw two wet figures appearing at the other end of the balcony.

Yan Zhihai also became alert and said sternly:

"Who are you? How did you get in? You are trespassing!"

He tried to get up with his fat body but nearly fell down.

The man on the other side said:
"I'll give you an example first. You can decide whether to do it or not. You've never done this before. It might be your first time, so you're psychologically resistant."

“Once you do it, you’ve crossed a line of no return.”

"But I still suggest you give it a try. Even though we can't reconcile with our past selves, we can help him get revenge."

Yan Zhihai's question was ignored by the man. The man was wearing boxing gloves, which were named "Forgot to bring keys" by an old lunatic.

Not long ago, the double-door alloy security door of this villa was broken by this boxing glove.

Just then, just as the thunder was shaking his eardrums, Yan Zhihai was admiring the little girl's frightened posture.

The person who came was the butcher and avenger in the rainy night——

Wen Xishu, Tang Rui.

Yan Zhihai suddenly became frightened. Under the influence of some strange force, he seemed to sense the malice of the person who came.

That malice is spreading continuously.

The light from the balcony illuminated Tang Rui's profile, and he felt that she was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

But the tattoos on the body and the red and green hair seemed to remind him of something he had heard before.

The man approached him step by step, making him feel suffocated.

"You, are you going to rob? What are you going to do? I'm a teacher! I'm a good person! I have money!"

thump.

The dull sound mixed with the sound of bones breaking made the obese Professor Yan stop talking instantly.

"It's so noisy." Wen Xishu said in a low voice.

The blood had already stained his gloves red, but was instantly washed away by the heavy rain. This punch directly hit Yan Zhihai's skull, and the violent shock caused Yan Zhihai to kneel down.

But he did not fall because Wen Xishu supported him.

"If you kill someone in the future, I don't recommend using boxing gloves because they are too blunt."

Before he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand that was supporting Yan Zhihai, and when Yan Zhihai's fat body tilted and fell, another heavy punch helped the fat body regain its balance.

Boom boom boom boom! Wen Xishu punched Yan Zhihai's chest, forehead, and nose several times in a row, as if he was hitting a sandbag.

The blood vessels began to rupture, causing Yan Zhihai's eyes to turn red. In the severe pain, he seemed to remember something.

But he couldn't make any sound, his throat and mouth were full of blood.

Tang Rui watched Wen Xishu beating her continuously, with every punch aimed at killing him. She had a brief struggle in her heart.

If I step back now... maybe it's not too late and I can go back to that familiar world.

But this thought only flashed through her mind, when she heard the crying of a child not far away...

Those past memories came back instantly.

Under the influence of Weird Sequence 99: Mixed Feelings, the fear and hatred engraved deep in the soul seemed to have substance.

At this moment, Yan Zhihai, who was affected by the power of the sequence, finally recalled everything completely:
"It's you...it's you...how could it be you!?"

Cold, fear, humiliation, unwillingness, these emotions penetrated deep into Yan Zhihai's mind.

He seemed to see a monster covered with tentacles tearing apart a girl's body.

The monster made a disgusting and greasy sound, a sound that he was extremely familiar with, it was his own voice.

This was the image of him in the girl's mind many years ago.

He also saw that the well-behaved and lovely girl of the past was now covered with tattoos and looked like a little gangster who hung out in nightclubs.

Tang Rui's body was trembling slightly. She took a few steps forward and covered the little girl's eyes with both hands to prevent the image of the fist bones smashing flesh and blood from scaring the little girl.

"You have to learn to love yourself and protect yourself in the future. Don't expect the wrong people, don't believe that anyone will save you. You have to become strong, understand?"

The little girl was a little confused. She should be afraid, but for some reason, she felt a sense of security.

"Be good, get out of here now and hide downstairs."

The power of the sequence brought the little girl a brief moment of peace, and she really ran away obediently.

Wen Xishu suddenly stopped, because under the effect of the strange sequence of mixed feelings, he felt something else.

Killing intent.

It was a murderous intent that wanted to penetrate a person's flesh and blood and crush it completely.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"I'm at your service today."

"Thank you. Can you help me drag him to the study?"

"as you wish."

Wen Xishu was like a hardworking butler. He wiped the blood off his face and smiled like a gentleman.

He easily dragged the several hundred kilograms of fat body into the study. The dying Yan Zhihai finally had a chance to rest and catch his breath. He wanted to beg for mercy, but the sudden chill made his mind go blank.

When Tang Rui also appeared in the study of the villa, she was holding a kitchen knife and a pen in her hands.

She walked softly and hummed the youthful and energetic song from the music box.

But even when she was humming, you could hear the hoarseness in her voice.

Tang Rui came to Wen Xishu's side, in front of Yan Zhihai.

Wen Xishu stepped back tactfully:
"Leave it to you. But you'd better hurry up, we have a lot to do tonight."

He was a little worried at first.

If Tang Rui awakens the characteristics of a Honkai Impact 3rd and is bound by the rules, she will not be able to use violence.

Fortunately, this was only the sixth floor of the Desire Tower, and there were no collapsed people. Tang Rui also raised her knife and chopped it down fiercely!

The sharp kitchen knife hit a non-lethal position, but due to the incredible force, the cut still splashed a large amount of blood, which was enough to be fatal.

The scream like a pig being slaughtered was finally heard, but to Tang Rui, it sounded like her own crying many years ago.

One knife fell on the shoulder, one knife stabbed into the abdomen, one knife chopped at the thigh, and one knife chopped at the arm!

Soon Yan Zhihai lost his balance and fell to the ground. His roar lasted only a few seconds before he died weakly due to excessive blood loss. His huge body was a dirty red.

At first, Tang Rui wanted to torture the other person with every blow, but as the hatred continued to burst out from the bottom of her heart...

She held the knife with both hands and began to chop wildly.

Yan Zhihai's flesh was chopped into pieces, and the dirty blood splattered on Tang Rui's face, making Tang Rui look like an evil ghost from hell.

She was a little tired, so she threw away the knife and then used the pen in her hand to stab Yan Zhihai's eye socket.

Tang Rui had thought about this scene many times. She wanted to slap the fat guy. She wanted to make the fat guy do a test. If he got it wrong every time, she would chop him with a knife. She wanted to hum the music from that damn music box while torturing the fat guy one cut at a time!

But her anger caused her to kill her target too quickly. When she finally came to her senses amidst the constant burst of scarlet blood...

Yan Zhihai was dead completely, his huge and fat face was covered in blood from being stabbed by the pen.

Tang Rui stared at the face for a long time, and then she burst into laughter.

This was the first time in her life that she laughed so heartily and unrestrainedly.

For more than 20 years, every time she wanted to laugh, every time she felt a little joy, she would instantly blame herself, afraid that she would get carried away, turn joy into sadness, and fear that misfortune would occur in the next second.

As she laughed, tears and snot came out, and her laughter turned into loud crying.

Because of grievance.

Amid the crying, Wen Xishu felt the horror of this sequence.

He more or less understood why this girl's experience moved him so much. Perhaps there really were some similarities between her and his own, but the root cause was the mixed emotions of the sequence.

Tang Rui laughed so hard that tears streamed down her face. Both crying and laughing were exhilarating and painful, as if she had finally crossed time and space and met herself from many years ago.

She felt sorry for the child from many years ago, and the child also felt sorry for her.

After a long time, Tang Rui no longer paid attention to the pool of broken flesh on the ground. She stood up and was silent for a long time before she slowly spoke:
"Can you...answer another question for me?"

Wen Xishu smiled and said:
"I can't guarantee it's true."

"It's okay, I believe you."

Tang Rui walked into the rain, letting the water wash away the blood on her body.

"After the fire, are they still alive? Do you still care about them? Do you think of them occasionally?"

Wen Xishu sighed softly:

“It’s such a fatal question.”

He thought about how to organize his words, and after a short silence, he spoke:
"The effect of the wine glass really affects my image. If there was no truth glass, I would tell you a different version of the story."

Tang Rui nodded:
"I want to hear about you now, too."

Wen Xishu said:
"If there was no truth glass, I would tell you that I have been a freak since I was a child, and I have never been able to feel love."

"I was in the orphanage, always playing pranks and scaring the other kids."

"When my adoptive parents came to see me, I disguised myself so well that they thought I was a good kid."

"I never craved love, I just treated them as my new toys."

"When they were filming various parent-child videos, I was thinking, if they died, would anyone in this world suspect that I did it?"

"Then out of curiosity, I did it. Then the fire killed them all, and I became a pitiful child in the eyes of the world."

"People felt sorry for me, but I just wanted to go to my new family and start my journey again."

This is really a creepy version, as if it is claiming that one is a born evil.

"I really hope this is my true experience, because it would make me look like I have no weaknesses..."

"Let me be like a strong man who has never expected those illusory things."

"But unfortunately, the reality is that I have long discovered their love for me, and it is just a tool to establish their persona and gain attention."

"I kept convincing myself that this was love, until one day... I heard their plans and finally realized that they didn't love me."

"It was also at that time that I thought I had to survive no matter what, because the world is so big and I can't be restricted by someone I don't love."

Tang Rui looked at Wen Xishu, and Wen Xishu's tone was so calm.

"what have you done?"

"Nothing, it just advanced their plan. I wasn't in the fire that should have killed me, but they were."

Wen Xishu continued:
"For a while, I did have some withdrawal symptoms and I did have some thoughts."

"But gradually, in the process of surviving, I began to stop caring about these things."

"For a while, I became a very cool person, and I did some cool things. My body seemed to be very suitable for doing those dangerous extreme sports."

"I've taken those life-threatening sports and made them into something special."

"At least in the eyes of others, that is what they long for in their hearts but dare not do. They feel from me a kind of unbridled joy and a pleasure in mocking fate."

"But they have their own lives and their own shackles. They work from nine to six and have to support their families. This makes them happy, but also makes them miserable."

"They can't be me, and I can't be them. But at that time, I realized one thing from their praise."

Tang Rui asked:

"What is it?"

Wen Xishu looked at Tang Rui:
“Only when we don’t care whether we are loved or not and complete ourselves, can we be truly loved by others.”

"Begging for love from those who leave us broken only leaves us more broken. It's a vicious cycle."

Tang Rui was slightly startled.

Who are the people in her life who make her incomplete?

The answer is so obvious.

Yan Zhihai, who had already turned into rotten meat in the room, had indeed hurt her.

It made her incomplete, full of fear, obedient and cowardly... and caused irreversible damage.

But she didn't have to meet such a terrible person.

Her life could have been different from that of a parrot cage. She could have picked up a guitar and chosen to sing the songs she loved.

She has never, like the kids on the Internet, despised her parents for being poor or for not being able to provide good material conditions.

She envied the Children's Palace outside the cage, but never asked for it.

She just longs to be praised, loved, recognized and encouraged by her parents.

But in the process, she became more and more inferior, sensitive, and incomplete. She never thought of blaming her family for the many hardships in her life, but just thought that she had not done well enough.

She didn't even dare to think about the root cause of everything.

But after hearing Xishu's words, she began to think carefully for the first time about why she ended up living the way she was now.

Wen Xishu said:
"Our situations are different. My adoptive parents want me to die. If they don't die, I will die too."

"But your parents didn't want you to die. You're not in a life-and-death situation."

"I hate Freud. He blamed all problems on the original family, so much so that everyone on the Internet blames their parents for the reason why they are not doing well."

"But the vast majority of parents in this world, although not necessarily perfect, love their children sincerely."

Tang Rui looked at Wen Xishu with a complicated expression, and was a little at a loss for a moment.

Wen Xishu suddenly laughed:
"Do you think I'm going to persuade you to stop?"

Tang Rui nodded. But Wen Xishu smiled even happier:
"Don't worry, I'm a petty person. Tang Rui, since I'm here, I'm going to take you to do evil."

"It is true that your parents did not necessarily want you to die, but living with a huge defect is actually more painful than death. Fortunately, you are kind by nature and did not live like a monster."

"Similarly, there are countless parents in this world who truly love their children, and the suffering of those people actually comes from themselves."

"But you're not."

"Tang Rui, your suffering can definitely be attributed to them. Of course, you can also find a hundred reasons to defend them, if..."

Wen Xishu said word by word:
"Suppose, they have never read that page of the diary."

Tang Rui's body was shaking slightly.

Under the influence of mixed emotions, Wen Xishu and Tang Rui had a deep exchange of experiences with each other.

So Wen Xishu knew very well... Tang Rui's parents were one of the very few truly unqualified parents.

At this moment, Tang Rui also remembered that her parents had always known about the persecution she suffered as a child.

The missing page of the diary was actually torn away by her parents, but she always deceived herself not to think so.

And to this day, if it weren't for Wen Xishu's arrival, if it weren't for the exchange of true words tonight, Yan Zhihai would still be living a good life.

There will be other girls who will have a similar fate to her.

This means that in the eyes of parents, the vanity brought by the awards hanging on the wall is far more important than the girl’s body at that time.

Tang Rui snorted softly, and Wen Xishu said:
"Let scum have their own ending, and let scum have their own ending. The heavy rain hasn't stopped yet, little parrot, I still have unfinished business, it's time to set off."

　The update time has changed due to the recent burst of updates. I will resume the update tomorrow. I will still update at 12 noon every day. In addition, the level of the spooky tower will also be disassembled, and I will not just brush it off. Don't worry... I just wrote a little slowly, but I am not lazy.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)