Chapter 69 Afraid of Death
Chapter 69 Afraid of Death
After three hits with a baseball bat, Li Miaojing fell on her back on the ground, her face unrecognizable, but her body was still twitching. In forensic medicine, this kind of twitching is called cadaveric spasm.
Ordinary people would have the same reaction as Park Jin-hee if they took one look at the scene. Because of her position, this girl saw Lee Mi-jeong's miserable condition. Let alone anything else, the fear alone was enough to drive her crazy.
Since his rebirth, An Rusong has been in a state of caution, and the series of things he encountered before and after have given him too much pressure and stimulation. Especially the feeling of powerlessness when facing Liu Taihe and Jin Kangmin, he felt that this world was completely different from the world he lived in in his previous life. This is really a place where ordinary people can't survive.
Well, facing people like Liu Taihe and Jin Kangmin, he was temporarily powerless to resist, but when he met people like Li Miaojing and Park Zhenji later, he had to retreat. But they were not willing to give in, and even after he retreated, they still chased him and bullied him.
Tonight, on this night of thunder and rain, Zhao Chenghao caused him trouble and directly exposed Park Jinji's secrets. This also left An Rusong with no way out, so he simply vented all the violence suppressed in his body.
To put it in a more childish way, An Rushong at this moment was completely shrouded in darkness.
As An Rushong stopped swinging the baseball bat, there were only three sounds in the huge basement: his own breathing, Park Jin-hee's whimpering, and the strange "gurgling" sound coming from Li Miaojing's throat.
He held the baseball bat in his right hand, leaned the scarlet-headed stick on the ground, exhaled forcefully, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
He brought the cigarette box to his mouth, took out a cigarette from the box with his teeth, put the box back into his pocket, and then felt around in his trouser pocket.
He was looking for his lighter, but it was in his right trouser pocket and out of reach with his free left hand.
Just as An Rushong was about to change hands with the baseball bat, the young man who had been hiding beside Zhao Chenghao finally came to his senses. He ran over quickly, lit a lighter, and handed it to An Rushong.
An Rushong was stunned for a moment, then he leaned over and lit the cigarette. After taking a puff, he nodded at the young man.
The young man forced a smile at him, then looked down at Li Miaojing lying on the ground. Then, his throat surged, his lower abdomen twitched, and he was about to vomit. Fortunately, he finally held it back, but he didn't dare to stand here any longer, and turned around and ran away in a hurry.
An Rusong ignored him and walked to Park Jin-hee, still looking down at her, and said, "You know me, right? Now, let me ask you a question. Who threatened Rubin last night? You don't have to say anything else, just give me a name."
These words were exactly the same as what he had just said to Li Miaojing, not even a single word was different, really! (Copied)
But because of this, the invisible sense of oppression is chilling. Park Jin-hee, who had been struggling before, was strangely quiet at this moment, but her pants were soaked at this moment, and water was dripping from the bottom of her pants.
After finishing his words, An Rusong bent down slightly, put his eyes close to Park Jin-hee's eyes, stared into her pupils, and asked, "Do you understand?"
Unlike Lee Mio-jeong's previous reaction, there was only fear in Park Jin-hee's pupils, boundless, almost desperate fear.
An Rushong straightened up and reached out to tear the cloth off her mouth.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything," Park Jin-hee said in a tearful voice just as she was able to speak. "The person was contacted by Lee Mi-jeong. His name is Song Young-woo. He's a drug addict. He has no place to live and usually wanders around Itaewon."
There was no need for An Rusong to say anything more, she just said everything in one breath. As for why they were entangled with An Rubin, the reason was very simple. It was not that they were attracted to Rubin as a person, but to her money. To be more precise, they were attracted to her brother An Rusong's money.
Don't forget that Li Miaojing was a tutor hired by An Rusong. In her opinion, since the siblings could afford to live in a high-end student apartment and were planning to hire several tutors, it meant that they had good financial resources. In this case, if they could attract An Rubin to join the sect and then use her to blackmail An Rusong, they would definitely get a lot of money.
But they never expected that what they calculated this time was not a huge profit, but a deadly evil star.
After getting what he wanted from the other party, An Rushong nodded with satisfaction, and then prepared to put the cloth strip back on her.
"Don't kill me, I know a lot of secrets, and I have a lot of money, a lot of money, hundreds of dollars." Park Jin-hee obviously realized that her life was about to be in danger. She shook her head vigorously and shouted loudly.
However, An Rushong didn't give her the chance to say more. He just controlled her head and tied the cloth around her mouth again.
After he had the woman under control again, An Rusong dragged the baseball bat to Zhao Chenghao's side and said, "Brother Chenghao, don't just stand there, get to work!"
"Ah, ah?" Zhao Chenghao seemed to have just come back to his senses, with a confused expression on his face.
"Like I said just now, quickly pack up all the CDs in there and take them away," An Rushong said patiently, "Also, get some gasoline or something, we have to burn this place down." Zhao Chenghao finally reacted, and he immediately gave orders to the young man around him, asking him to do as An Rushong ordered.
After the young man ran away, Zhao Chenghao looked at An Rushong with a complicated expression and said, "Rushong, is it necessary to make such a big deal? This is murder, real murder!"
An Rusong glanced at him and asked, "You always say you want to sink this into the Han River, chop that into eighteen pieces, why are you so scared of killing a person?"
Zhao Chenghao sighed, then scratched his head and said, "Even if you want to kill someone, there's no need to do it yourself. I brought a Vietnamese here today. Let him do this bloody work. I'll give him some money and let him go back home. We can avoid trouble."
An Rusong didn't say anything. He grabbed the other person's arm and dragged him to the door of the small room. He pointed to the three shelves inside and said, "Brother Cheng Hao, do you know what these things are?"
"CD," said Zhao Chenghao.
"No, this is the soul-catching rope of the King of Hell," An Rusong said unhappily, "Brother Cheng Hao, I can tell you clearly that killing a few people is just a small matter in front of this thing. Since we have come into contact with these things tonight, it doesn't matter whether we have killed anyone or not. If what happened tonight is known to others, even if we save the entire South Korea, we can't save our own lives."
He paused and continued, "If we can control these things, then even if we kill someone with our own hands and leave fingerprints all over the house, the prosecutors will just say 'insufficient evidence' and won't prosecute us."
He pointed at Park Jin-hee and said, "Just like this guy."
As soon as he finished speaking, three young men appeared at the entrance of the basement. Two of them were holding cardboard boxes, and the other was carrying two buckets of paint. If nothing unexpected happened, the buckets should be filled with gasoline.
An Rusong came forward and took the two gasoline barrels, then said to Zhao Chenghao, "Take them to collect the CDs, hurry up."
The latter did not say anything, turned around and took a few young people into the small room.
After several people disappeared into the cabin, An Rushong walked to the corner of the basement with a gasoline barrel and began to splash gasoline everywhere.
Perhaps she had a premonition of her fate, and Park Jin-hee, who was tied to the chair, began to struggle violently again. Because she used too much strength, she fell to the ground with the chair, and happened to fall on the dead Lee Myo-jeong.
An Rushong heard the noise, looked back, but ignored her and just busy himself with his own things.
After only three or four minutes, Zhao Chenghao brought a few people out of the small room. He asked the three young men to leave the basement first, and he came over to help An Rushong pour gasoline.
The two men did not leave the basement until both barrels were emptied and the basement was filled with a strong smell of gasoline.
"Do you want to do it or should I?" Standing at the entrance of the basement, An Rushong lit a cigarette for himself and said to Zhao Chenghao.
"You are such a lunatic!" Zhao Chenghao glanced at him, muttered a curse, then turned and left.
An Rushong grinned, took two deep puffs of the cigarette, then flicked it with his fingers into the basement filled with the smell of gasoline.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, a tongue of fire shot out from the basement and almost burned An Rushong's face.
He ran a few steps quickly and caught up with Zhao Chenghao in front of him.
(End of this chapter)