2430: Like a Walking Dead

Like a Walking Dead

The young man rubbed his chin for a while when something struck him. "Oh, the person can also remove the print with something else, such as a hot iron. It can remove the fingerprint totally, too. This is definitely painful, of course."1

The Lus looked at each other and both inhaled sharply. "Would anyone be this cruel to themselves?!"

The actress did not find this believable, either. "How much pain would that person have to suffer, then? I'm afraid it'd be difficult to burn off the prints on all ten fingers with an iron, unless that person used fire tongs… but would there be such a person to do such a cruel thing to themselves?!

"If our deduction is correct, then what we can do is inform the police to follow this clue. It shouldn't be difficult to find someone with burned marks on the hands, should it? The police can arrest that person with a warrant as long as they have to survive in this place, unless that fella coops up indoors all day long and doesn't have to venture outside."

…

Inside the basement of a grand villa.

Yun Na sat squarely on the couch, reading in silence.

Since the terrifying incident she experienced at the sea, her personality had become much quieter.

Although quiet might not be an appropriate description.

Deathly stillness was more like it. Like a walking dead, there was no glimmer of life observed in her. All that accompanied her was a dull and heavy sense of silence.

She no longer liked to talk or laugh; the only thing that sustained her was the thought of revenge.

This was the reason for her being alive now.

That woman had asked her once if she was scared?

Why would she?

She had been through hell and returned alive, so in this world, what could possibly be more frightening than having experienced death?

There was a sudden knock at the door, and she quietly put her book down, walked to the door, and peered through the peephole.

It was someone she knew standing outside the door, with something in his hands.

She opened the door and the man immediately passed her the stuff lying on the tray that he was holding. "The missy instructed me to pass these to you."

These were some essential items besides food and drinks for her.

She received the items and closed the door.

She hardly stepped out of the basement that she occupied alone. Usually, the woman would send someone over to pass her the items she needed.

The only good thing about this basement was its wall furnace.

She walked up to the furnace and threw a bag of rubbish into it. Stirring the content just a bit, she then quietly watched the bag being swallowed up by the fire.

Inside the trash bag was the black attire she had worn at the bar.

Right now, it was being reduced to ashes in the fire.

She returned to the couch, sat down, and quietly tore the bread apart. As she ate, piece by piece, she resumed reading her book.

The fingers that were holding the book were a gory sight to behold.

Her fingers looked as if they had been forcefully mutilated.

Was it sulfuric acid, burning tongs, or hot iron?

None of these, in fact.

She had burned off her fingertips directly with a windproof torch lighter.

The pain she had to endure was indescribable, of course.

Yun Na suddenly closed the book and looked up slowly at the sky.

Her peepers were round and dark, and now, more than ever, they looked hollow and dead, resembling the deep, horrifying eye sockets in a skull. One look at her could send a shudder down one's spine.

…

At the hospital.

Yun Shishi looked puzzled as she popped a question unexpectedly. "How did the culprit know that your daughter would arrive at the scene for a perfect crime?"

Lu Jingtian's mother replied, "The police initially suspected that the crime was committed by someone she knew, so they focused their search on the two girlfriends who were meeting Jingtian for drinks at the bar."

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