Chapter 22 Who Am I 21

As soon as the words left her mouth, Lin Xiangjun could clearly feel the surrounding aura turn cold. The expression on Qin Jianyuan's face, which could barely be called normal, suddenly sank, and his features began to twist.

"That's none of your business, mind your own," he said in a cold voice. "If you're not going to help, then get lost. Don't expect to get anything from me either."

Getting lost was definitely not an option, and giving up on clues was out of the question. Since Lin Xiangjun had dared to ask the question, she certainly had a plan in mind.

She had a rough idea of this part of the plot now.

For some unknown reason, Qin Jianyuan had developed psychological issues and found pleasure in abusing cats. The stray cats in the neighborhood were usually fed by people and were quite friendly, so they easily ate the doctored ham sausages and met with his cruel hands.

But cats are not made of clay; they fight back. In a moment of carelessness, Qin Jianyuan's hand was bitten and scratched, leaving unmistakable red marks.

These red marks were discovered by Han Yi. Unable to tell the truth, Qin Jianyuan lied to Han Yi, saying that the stray cats in the neighborhood had bugs and that he had been infected.

However, bite and scratch marks are very different from insect bites. Such a clumsy lie couldn't fool a rational adult. Han Yi was furious and punished Qin Jianyuan.

This punishment was likely the direct cause of Qin Jianyuan's disappearance.

Connecting this part with the name of the instance, one could infer that the "Me" the instance wanted them to find was Qin Jianyuan. To be precise, it should be "Qin Jianyuan's body." After all, Qin Jianyuan himself was right in front of her, yet the instance mission was not completed.

"Your mother thinks you're missing. She washes her face with tears every day in that house, and half her hair has turned white." Lin Xiangjun wasn't afraid; she clicked her tongue twice and sighed with an exaggerated expression.

"It's really not worth it for her. You're clearly the one hiding because you don't want to see her, yet she insists on blaming all the mistakes on herself."

"If I had known you were downstairs, I would have brought her over to give you a good lesson. What kind of child hides from people and makes adults worry like you do?"

Lin Xiangjun admitted her acting was clumsy and over-the-top, but so what? As long as the opponent took the bait.

As expected, Qin Jianyuan was provoked. His facial features twisted even more violently, and he clenched his fists, slamming them hard against the seesaw beneath him. His clothes rolled up with his violent movements, revealing his forearms.

There was a long incision line on his forearm with very rough edges, looking as if it had been hacked off with a blunt bone cleaver.

"What do you know! What do you know! If she hadn't left me in the neighborhood, how could I have been kidnapped! How could I have been dismembered!

"It's clearly all her fault, what's there to pity! It's all her fault, it's all her fault!"

His features were distorted and his eyes were bloodshot. A crude incision line also appeared on his neck.

"She never looked for me at all! I was right here in the neighborhood, so close to her! I was almost rotten, and she still didn't come!

"I hate her! I hate her! I hate her!"

He pounded the seesaw beneath him with great force, his voice turning from sharp to angry, mixed with a sobbing tone.

"They all bullied me! They all bullied me! I couldn't go home, I couldn't get food, I'm hungry! Waaah, they all bullied me! It hurts so much, it hurts so much!"

Qin Jianyuan cried miserably. The skin on his hands was broken, revealing bone, and they had rotted into a mess. Yet he continued to pound the iron bars beneath him. Flesh and blood splattered, some even landing on Lin Xiangjun's hand.

His flesh and blood seemed corrosive; the tiny bit that landed on her hand caused a sharp sting. Besides his violent wailing, there seemed to be a faint static noise in her ears, becoming clearer and clearer.

Not good, there's contamination!

Since she had already obtained the information she wanted, and Lin Xiangjun had no hobby for coaxing children, she didn't linger. She directly performed a stylish flip to get off the seesaw...

Huh? Why couldn't she flip?

Lin Xiangjun struggled again and found that her pants seemed to be glued to the seesaw; no matter how she pulled, they wouldn't budge.

Qin Jianyuan let out a sinister laugh.

"You want to leave?

"Without my permission, you have to sit here forever until you starve and die of thirst, turning into a corpse!"

Lin Xiangjun shifted her bottom and confirmed that only her pants were stuck. She immediately revealed a gentle smile.

"Is that so?"

Qin Jianyuan hated this grinning woman. She spoke without any regard for others and was so self-righteous. Did she really think she could leave this place safely after saying such things?

He would definitely strip a layer of skin off her to show her what he was capable of.

"Leave one of your arms, and I'll let you go," Qin Jianyuan's voice betrayed a thick malice, "otherwise, you sit here until you starve to death."

Lin Xiangjun continued to smile gently. She casually took off both her shoes and threw them aside, then gave a gentle beckoning wave.

Qin Jianyuan suddenly had a bad premonition.

"You... what are you doing?!"

Lin Xiangjun waved her hand, then performed a neat 'Golden Cicada Shedding Its Skin' maneuver. Her pants remained standing stiffly on the seat, while she was already standing firmly on the ground.

"You! How can you have no sense of shame at all!"

Lin Xiangjun first put on her two shoes, then took off her tracksuit jacket and tied it around her waist.

The surrounding scenery gradually became clear. The figure sitting on the seesaw, staring at her with unwilling anger, also slowly disappeared. Lin Xiangjun waved goodbye in a quite good mood.

Having a sense of shame when facing a weirdness?

They only looked like humans, but they were actually completely different. Humans feel shame when facing other humans, but they wouldn't feel it when facing cats or dogs.

Besides, wasn't she wearing underwear? What was there to be ashamed of? It was as if those lingerie models shouldn't exist.

No matter how unwilling Qin Jianyuan was, he was forced by the rules to disappear. Lin Xiangjun walked over, picked up her pants draped over the seat, and put them back on.

When Zhuo Xing saw her again, he happened to see Lin Xiangjun with her back to him, pulling up her waistband.

Zhuo Xing: ?

What happened? Why were the pants even taken off?

What kind of plot is this?

Lin Xiangjun finished pulling up her pants and turned around to see Zhuo Xing looking at her with an inquisitive face. Having just obtained clues, she was in a good mood and didn't mind giving him a few pointers.

"Go look for other clues first. The one over here probably isn't in a very good mood right now."

The question mark above Zhuo Xing's head grew even larger.

Do you know how weird it is to say someone else is in a bad mood while you're pulling up your pants?

Weirdness aside, seeing Lin Xiangjun turn to leave, he hurriedly reached out to stop her: "What exactly is the situation here? We can exchange clues."

"Sure," unexpectedly, Lin Xiangjun agreed very readily.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Lin Xiangjun ask with a smile, "I want to know the clues from your house—the part that's different for everyone. Don't try to fool me."

Zhuo Xing, who had just thought of letting Lin Xiangjun speak first so he could get a freebie: "..."