230: Amplify emotions

You Chengyu followed Jiang Fei to a secluded, empty stairwell. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Fei suddenly turned around and forcefully shoved a large steamed bun into his mouth, then proceeded to beat him savagely.

One hand tightly covered You Chengyu's mouth, preventing him from spitting it out.

With his mouth blocked by the bun, You Chengyu couldn't speak or call for help. Not being a match for Jiang Fei, he could only groan in pain from the beating, regretting his actions immensely.

What kneeling and apologizing? It was clearly a lie to trick him!

He was such an idiot for falling for Jiang Fei's trick!

After she had beaten him enough, Jiang Fei delivered a swift chop to You Chengyu's neck, knocking him unconscious.

She thought her mood would improve, but she felt even more agitated.

She guessed it was because too many things had happened tonight.

Jiang Fei put on her gas mask and went downstairs to find Su Liuyuan in the parking lot.

"Captain, I don't know if it's because the gas mask blurs my vision, or if it's the streetlights, but the fog seems to have thinned," Su Liuyuan told Jiang Fei about his discovery, a sense of unease and distress in his voice.

Jiang Fei, who would usually analyze things calmly, felt unusually irritable at this moment.

"Don't take off your mask. I'll take you home first."

Su Liuyuan asked, "Aren't you going back?"

"No, I'm going to kill someone."

—

In a certain bungalow, Yan Nanjun lay on the sofa, bored, flipping through an old magazine from before the apocalypse.

Sun Yifan sat on a wooden crate diagonally opposite him, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

"What time is it? Why haven't Zhao Zhuang and Huang Xiao brought Jiang Fei back yet?"

"Could they have been discovered?" Yan Nanjun sat up, nervous.

"Impossible. They've helped me with so many shady dealings before; they're experienced."

"You drive to Ping An Small Mall and check..."

Creak—

The door opened.

Seeing no one at the doorway, Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun froze instantly.

"The, the door, why did it suddenly open?!"

"Maybe it's windy outside..."

Sun Yifan tried to remain calm. Bang—!

The door slammed shut again.

"There's a ghost, Brother Fan!"

Yan Nanjun, terrified, ran over and hugged Sun Yifan.

The next second, warm liquid splashed onto his cheek.

He turned his head to see a dagger plunged into Sun Yifan's neck.

"Ah!!!" Yan Nanjun screamed, letting go of the other man. With a squelch, a knife was plunged into his chest.

He staggered and fell to the ground, breathing his last.

Jiang Fei's Invisibility Talisman also expired, which was a bit of a shame.

All the Invisibility Talismans were used up. She hoped to get more from the Big Turntable next time.

It was quite convenient for doing bad deeds.

Finding Yan Nanjun's car keys in his pocket, Jiang Fei put the two bodies into the Supermarket warehouse.

The bungalow was in a remote location, so no one would hear any commotion, no matter how loud.

But to prevent the Sun Family and Yan Family from knowing that Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun had come here, Jiang Fei used tools to clean up the blood on the ground.

Afterward, she drove Yan Nanjun's car, which was parked outside, to an abandoned factory.

She pressed the accelerator, driving straight toward the wall.

Just as the car was about to crash, Jiang Fei quickly entered the Supermarket.

She waited a few seconds and then exited.

She stood on the ground, and the car in front of her had already slammed violently into the wall.

The hood was buckled from the impact, and white smoke billowed out.

Large cracks appeared on the front windshield.

Jiang Fei took out Sun Yifan and Yan Nanjun's bodies and stuffed them into the driver's seat of the car.

She then took a hammer and completely smashed the front windshield.

Picking up several large glass shards, she plunged them into the fatal wounds of the two bodies.

After disguising it as a car accident, Jiang Fei took out her pickup truck and drove away.

She found a desolate place and also dumped the bodies of Zhao Zhuang and Huang Xiao.

On her way home, she occasionally heard the shouts of people arguing.

"I stood here without moving, and you still managed to step on my foot. Are you blind?"

"The fog is so thick, how was I supposed to know someone was there? Sorry, alright?!"

"What's with your attitude?! If you want to fight, just say so!"

"Fight then! If I'm afraid of you, I'm your grandson!"

There were also sounds of crying.

"Wuwuwu, can you please stop following me? I'm scared."

"Sister, don't cry! This is also my way home. If you're worried, I'll walk ahead of you."

"But I can't control myself, I'm really scared, wuwuwu..."

Jiang Fei grew increasingly irritable listening to this. For a moment, she even wanted to get out of the car and kill all these people, to make them shut up.

She tried her best to suppress the violent urges in her heart, sped up, and returned to Villa No. 11.

The first thing she did was take a cold shower in the bathroom.

The urge to kill was gone, but she still felt terribly annoyed.

Changing into clean loungewear, Jiang Fei returned to her bedroom, took Da Huang to the cat room, and then burrowed under the covers, trying to calm herself by isolating herself from the outside world.

Unconsciously, she drifted into sleep.

After a good night's sleep, Jiang Fei's headache was gone, and her heart was no longer bothered. It was as if she had returned to normal from being a raging lunatic.

She carefully recalled everything that happened last night.

It was too abnormal. No matter how upset she was before, she would never have thought of killing innocent passersby.

Everyone's emotions last night seemed to have been amplified countless times.

Annoyance... fear... anger... It was clearly just a small, ordinary matter, yet it led people to fight and cry bitterly in the street.

Suddenly, Jiang Fei remembered Su Liuyuan's words—

"The fog seems to have thinned."

She got up and pulled open the bedroom curtains.

The fog floating outside before was a dense dark gray, but now it had turned light gray.

Could the current gray mist be affecting people's emotions?

She hadn't worn her gas mask for a few minutes last night when she was dealing with Zhao Zhuang and Huang Xiao.

At 7:20, everyone hadn't left for work yet. Jiang Fei took her walkie-talkie, tuned to the public channel, and shared her thoughts.

Su Liuyuan said, "I also feel like my emotions were amplified!"

"Last night, when I noticed the gray fog's color had lightened, I felt uneasy, as if something very dangerous was about to happen, and I even argued with my brother."

Ling Zhaorui said, "It was actually just a matter of what to eat for a late-night snack. Liu Yuan wanted instant noodles, and I wanted boiled ones. We argued about it."

"If it were before, we would never have argued over such a small thing."

"But I haven't inhaled any of the mist."

"Could the mist have seeped into the room through cracks?"

Jiang Zhengkang said, "No, our air conditioning and range hoods are sealed, and there are no gaps in the doors and windows."

Ling Zhaorui said, "It can't be that my menopause has started early, can it...?"

Jiang Fei had a bold guess: "Did you have close contact with Su Liuyuan last night?"

"Liu Yuan's leg is injured, so it's inconvenient for him. I have to help him wipe his feet and help him to the toilet every day." Ling Zhaorui immediately understood what Jiang Fei meant.

"Sister Jiang, are you suspecting that the mist can linger on a person and then affect others?"

"Exactly. That's the only way to explain why you're acting so abnormally." Jiang Fei's voice paused as she noticed something was wrong. "Where's Lu Yu?"

By this time, the teammates should be awake.