Chapter 412

The girl's face showed no fear or any discomfort; her tone was flat, as if she were merely complaining about how annoying the little friends who played with her were.

"When his body was lowered, I saw it clearly. Although the steel bar pierced his left eye, his right eye bulged out, as if it were about to pop out at any moment. It's so strange... Brother, do you know why?"

Sima Di only then realized that this girl being chosen as a game participant was no accident. His mother was merely the incidental one...

"I don't know... I don't know such things, nor do I want to." Sima Di's gaze turned to the still-bleeding corpse. "Your mother... I just killed her. Don't you feel... anything at all?"

"Fear, or screaming in tears? Or... shouting like that fool, 'I'm going to kill you'?"

"If I didn't kill him, I would die. So..." Sima Di's expression was complex. "What about you? Will you kill me?"

Sima Di didn't know why he asked such a thing. Perhaps deep in his heart, he wanted to find an excuse free of guilt.

For instance, if he thought of this later, he could say, Yes, back then it was because that girl wanted to kill me, so I did this.

This... was not his fault.

"I will." Qian Qian said with absolute certainty. "Because you killed my mother! Even though she was terrible at being a person and a wife in every way. But she was a... very good mother!"

Qian Qian raised the gun in her hand, aimed it at Sima Di's head, and pulled the trigger.

However, the expected situation did not happen.

Qian Qian hurriedly pulled the trigger several times, but the pistol was like a broken one, showing no reaction at all.

"You wretched person! What have you done!"

"I told you, I prepared in advance... When I taught you how to kill that high school student, I had already taken the other bullets out of your pistol." Sima Di said. "Children shouldn't use bad words..."

"That's none of your business! You adults taught me everything, only to turn around and lecture me!" Qian Qian revealed a fierce expression. "Wretched person... Don't you fear that my bullet might not have killed him?"

"I never expected you to kill him. As long as you wounded him, that would be the best result. And I... was in the room next door the whole time, gripping a pistol, waiting for the moment of chaos." Sima Di raised his gun. "After all, letting children play with guns is still too dangerous."

106 If you do it once more, you're dead!

"Are you going to kill me?"

That small face finally showed fear; he kept backing away.

Bang—

The gunshot answered him.

On the wall two meters away from Qian Qian was a fresh bullet hole.

Sima Di ultimately still lacked the courage to kill a child of only ten, even though this child would have killed him without hesitation.

"Hahaha! You coward! How is it? Unable to strike a child, right? No matter what reason, it can't convince you to overcome the guilt in your heart, can it!"

Qian Qian's expression was triumphant; this look was what a child should actually have.

"Since you missed the Cideji Society chance! There will never be another one! I will hide before those guys arrive! Don't think you can find me again! And you! After this matter, live forever in the fear of being hunted by me!"

Sima Di glanced at Qian Qian but said nothing.

Qian Qian made a face at Sima Di, then ran away laughing.

Do you know?

Sometimes things happen so suddenly.

So suddenly that you cannot realize how easy it is for a life to pass away.

Just as Zoro could not accept Kuina's death.

Compared to Kuina falling to her death while climbing a ladder to get a whetstone, Qian Qian's death seemed to fit "common sense" better.

Sima Di watched helplessly as Qian Qian fell down the stairs from the second floor. He got up to try to save her, yet he moved closer to her death.

The girl rolled down the stairs like a ball.

The cause of death was certainly not the fall itself, but the broken neck caused during the rolling.

Sima Di looked at Qian Qian below the stairs; her body lay in a pool of warm blood, while her head was turned one hundred and eighty degrees, her expression forever frozen in panic.

Thirteen-person game, survivors: one.

"No—!"

Sima Di's spirit collapsed; he knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

Why... why did things turn out this way...

He didn't want it...

He just...

He came here only to...

Eh?

To...

To what?

Right now, shouldn't he be with that androgynous guy...

Sima Di suddenly looked at Qian Qian under the stairs.

However, the corpse was already gone; only a pool of blood remained.

"Sister, what are you looking for?"

A childish voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Sima Di turned around and saw only Qian Qian's body floating in mid-air; her body faced away from him, while her head faced him.

Qian Qian's face was covered in blood, giggling.

"Falling down the stairs is really painful... Sister, share this pain with me... okay?"

Sima Di's pupils constricted; his mind frantically told him to escape, yet his body felt numb and unable to move.

Sima Di just watched as Qian Qian extended both hands and pushed him.

His body tilted.

His vision flipped.

Then came endless pain.

Clang clang clang—

Clang clang clang clang—

The frantic banging on the door woke Sima Di from his nightmare.

"You little bitch, get up! Time to eat! If you don't eat today, Belier will hold me responsible for the bill!"

An impatient male voice rang out.

Sima Di sat up, clutching his throbbing head, and saw the meal being passed through a small opening at the bottom of the iron door.

"You idiot! I know! Can't you just shut your shit-eating mouth!"

Sima Di replied in equally foul temper.

No sooner had the words left his lips than there was a clang.

Sima Di didn't need to think to know the junkie had kicked the iron door.

"Bitch! I'm doing you a favor! If it weren't for me and Belier protecting you, I'd have beaten you into submission long ago!"

With that, another clang sounded; the junkie kicked the iron door once more before leaving.

Sima Di knew nothing of this fellow's background, only that his name was Ah Wen, a survivor of the ninety-fifth round, and a raving junkie. During the game, he had killed more than half the participants over a single gram of drugs. In the end, Lu Hai had to intervene personally to stop him.

That game was also the quickest to end.

After the game, Ah Wen refused to leave the Spade Castle, becoming one of Lu Hai's little lackeys.

Sima Di got off the bed and walked toward the meal left at the door.

He remembered that when he first arrived, Sima Di had protested by starving himself, going without food for five full days. Finally, Belier had been forced to shove a feeding tube up Sima Di's nose and into his stomach, saving him with those unbelievably expensive nutrient solutions.

After that, Sima Di realized that starving himself was pointless, and the sensation of eating through a tube was far too unbearable; he had not missed a single meal since.

Sima Di stepped forward and lifted the meal.

Yes, lifted.

The containers holding the food had been swapped from porcelain plates to plastic, then to iron... yet no matter what they were changed to, Sima Di, like a walking encyclopedia of suicide, always managed to devise an unexpected method of ending his life. Had Belier not reacted quickly, Sima Di would have been dead seven or eight times over.

Belier, helpless, had no choice but to switch the plates to plastic. Only then did Sima Di settle down for a while.

Of course, the meal came with neither chopsticks nor forks. For in Sima Di's eyes, either would make an excellent tool for suicide.

Sima Di picked up the meal and sniffed it.

It smelled fragrant, yet he felt no appetite at all.

"Such a tiny plastic bag; it wouldn't even fit over my head... Looks like Belier has learned to be smarter."

Sima Di muttered to himself.