59: Chapter 59 The Boy with Heterochromatic Eyes

Life was calm, almost boring.

A month had passed since that night's "house cleaning."

Rob Lowe knew nothing about the supernatural free-for-all that had occurred in his home.

All he knew was that when he returned home that day, the house was not only sparkling clean, but the air even smelled of high-end air freshener.

Even Emma, who usually loved to cause a bit of mischief, had become exceptionally well-behaved.

During this month, Qin Ming lived the standard life of a ten-year-old boy.

Going to school, coming home, eating, and sleeping.

Occasionally, he would take a stroll through the community and conveniently clear out a few insignificant wandering spirits, earning points in the single digits.

The points on the System Panel grew slowly.

Points: 140

This peaceful life lasted until dinner time, one month later.

On the dining table sat spaghetti bolognese made by Robert himself.

The taste was mediocre, but it excelled in being full of fatherly love.

“Dad, I'm full.”

Emma put down her fork and elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin.

Robert was watching a football game on TV and waved his hand without looking back.

“Go play, honey. Don't watch TV too late.”

Qin Ming also put down his utensils.

The two siblings walked to the second-floor living room with tacit understanding.

Qin Ming slumped onto the sofa.

“Spit it out.”

“When you were cutting your steak today, the tip of your knife scraped the plate thirteen times. That's how you act when you're irritable.”

Emma's hand paused for a moment.

She looked up, and those big azure eyes were indeed lacking some of their usual innocence, replaced by a hint of confusion, like a provoked beast.

“Brother, a new student transferred into our class.”

“Uh-huh,” Qin Ming responded casually. “Which unlucky soul have you set your sights on now?”

“No.”

Emma shook her head, twisting her doll's head to its back.

“He's a freak.”

“His name is Miles.”

“This whole week, he hasn't talked to anyone; he just likes to sit in the corner and watch me.”

Prodigy

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow.

The little boys staring at Emma at school could form a reinforced company.

After all, Emma had a highly deceptive angelic face.

“That's not the point.”

“The point is his eyes.”

“One brown, one blue.”

Born with heterochromia.

Medically known as heterochromia iridis.

But in the occult, this usually signifies Spirit Vision, or... Dual Souls.

“And he's the kind of freak who's actually really smart.”

Emma made a gesture.

“He never listens to the moronic math questions the teacher asks, but he's always reading a book full of strange symbols.”

“When school got out today, I was tying my shoelaces in the hallway.”

“He walked up behind me, leaned down, and whispered something in my ear.”

Emma frowned, seemingly recalling the pronunciation.

“I didn't understand what language it was, but that tone... it made me very uncomfortable.”

“It was like...”

Emma thought of an adjective.

“Like a butcher appraising meat on a cutting board.”

Qin Ming sat up straight.

As the only “butcher” in the family, he didn't like anyone stealing his lines.

“Did you remember the pronunciation?”

“Of course.”

Emma cleared her throat:

“Csend, kurva, ne sírj, különben kiszakítom a szemedet és nézem, ahogy meghalsz.”

Her pronunciation was surprisingly standard.

Qin Ming didn't understand it.

It wasn't in his language database.

But that didn't stop him.

He snapped his fingers.

“Larry, get to work.”

*Zzt—zzt—*

The tablet on the coffee table lit up automatically.

The screen flickered twice, and the black-and-white static converged into a distorted face.

Although Larry wasn't very intelligent, as an evil spirit parasitic on the internet and radio waves, he was a natural universal translator.

A loading bar appeared on the screen.

Three seconds later.

A line of blood-red pixelated text appeared in the center of the screen, one word at a time.

[Language Identified: Hungarian.]

[Translation:]

[Shut up, bitch, don't cry.]

[Otherwise, I'll gouge out your eyes and watch you die.]

The temperature in the living room instantly dropped a few degrees.

Emma looked at the line of text, and her originally confused expression slowly faded.

In its place was an incredibly brilliant smile.

Her two small canines glinted coldly under the lights.

“Wow.”

She let out a sincere exclamation of admiration.

“He wants to gouge out my eyes?”

Emma touched her own eyelids.

“Brother, is this a confession? In a rather... avant-garde way?”

Qin Ming looked at the blood-red words, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

If it were ordinary school bullying, it would be pulling pigtails or calling names at most.

This kind of vivid threat, with its strong sadistic tendencies, was absolutely not something a normal ten-year-old child could say.

Especially the words “watch you die.”

They exuded a seasoned, habitual cruelty.

“Hungarian...”

Qin Ming's fingers lightly tapped his knee.

If he remembered correctly, this wasn't part of any regular foreign language elective.

“It seems a little wolf cub looking for meat has snuck into your school.”

Qin Ming turned around, a cold arc curling at the corners of his mouth.

The golden halo behind his head flashed and vanished.

“Tomorrow, I'll go meet this... Prodigy who wants to gouge out eyes.”

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Qin Ming sat in his fourth-grade classroom, spinning his pen out of boredom.

On the podium, the teacher was explaining the addition and subtraction of fractions with spittle flying everywhere.

Such infantile knowledge felt like intellectual torture to him.

Although they were in different grades, he kept a thread of spiritual energy focused on Emma's situation.

The lunch bell rang.

It was a relief.

Students flooded toward the cafeteria and playground like water from an opened sluice gate.

Qin Ming didn't go to the cafeteria.

He walked slowly toward the third-grade hallway against the flow of people.

It was empty.

Emma wasn't in the classroom, nor was that boy with heterochromia named Miles.

Qin Ming stopped a chubby boy who was rushing out with a basketball.

“Have you seen Emma?”

Being stared at by Qin Ming's dead-calm eyes, the chubby boy shivered for no apparent reason.

It felt like being caught red-handed by the dean.

“She... she seemed to go behind the playground with that new freak.”

The chubby boy stuttered and pointed in a direction.

“I heard Miles say he had a secret to tell her.”

Qin Ming let go.

“Thanks.”

He patted the chubby boy's shoulder and turned toward the playground.

Behind the playground.

There was an abandoned sports equipment warehouse there.

Because it had fallen into disrepair, few people ever went there.

It was a great place for murder and body disposal... oh, wait, a great place for “strengthening friendships.”

Qin Ming walked at a leisurely pace with his hands in his pockets.

The sunlight was a bit glaring.

But he could feel the cold aura radiating from that warehouse.

It was like a wide-open mouth, waiting for prey to fall into the trap.

...

Inside the warehouse.

The air was thick with the smell of aging rubber and mold.

Dust motes danced in the beams of light.

Emma stood with her hands behind her back in front of a pile of worn-out vaulting mats.

Behind her, the heavy iron door had already been quietly locked by her.

“Click.”

The crisp sound of the lock echoed in the empty warehouse.

Miles stood five meters away from her.

He wore a neat school uniform, hands in his pockets, his heterochromatic eyes looking exceptionally eerie in the dim light.

One was brown, as mundane as soil.

The other was blue, as cold as crushed ice.

“Is it quiet here?”

Emma turned around, a sweet and harmless smile on her face.

She tilted her head, her finger twirling a strand of her hair.

“What's the secret you wanted to tell me? Is it about how to gouge out eyes?”

Miles didn't speak.

He just watched Emma quietly, the corners of his mouth slowly curling upward.

That curve was identical to the smile on Emma's face.

Even more evil.

It was the tacit understanding of two wolves in sheep's clothing finally shedding their disguises upon meeting in the deserted wilderness.

“You're no ordinary child.”

Miles's voice was low, with a raspiness completely unsuited to his age.

He looked around, seemingly satisfied with this execution ground.

“Neither am I.”

“What a coincidence.”

Emma pulled a pink jump rope out of her skirt pocket.

She grabbed both ends of the rope with her hands and gave it a forceful tug.

*Snap.*

The rope made a taut, crisp sound.

“Then we don't have to play house anymore.”

The smile on Emma's face vanished instantly.

In its place was a pure, heart-stopping killing intent.