CHAPTER 178: SHANGGUAN JUN’S DEATH

"Probably afraid of the water flooding in," Mrs. Jing speculated.

Jing Shu furrowed her brows. "When I came back yesterday, it wasn’t closed. And no other residents seemed to be specifically closing the door to the underground garage."

The entrance to the Banana District’s underground garage was near the community’s main entrance. Its iron gate was usually open. It wasn’t closed when Jing Shu returned yesterday, so why was it suddenly shut now?

Mr. Jing turned the steering wheel and drove into the community from the surface road, moving slowly forward. Jing Shu felt a persistent unease, a sense that something was wrong. However, the phone’s surveillance showed no abnormalities; not even a ghostly shadow had approached the villa.

It was still the usual community. Heavy rain poured down. In the darkness, Jing Shu seemed lost in thought.

「...」

My name is Shangguan Jun. I was orphaned young and raised by my uncle. But my uncle liked to do strange things to me. I endured it for thirteen years until one day I returned the favor in kind. Ever since then, I discovered that I, too, enjoyed this behavior...

...Later, I prepared my uncle’s body in eighteen different dishes and began my new life.

However, I didn’t expect to meet my downfall. Dragging my crippled body, I returned to Wu City. They say fallen leaves return to their roots; indeed, I wished to die here.

But I was not content, because I had never experienced the thrill of despair from a woman. I am not content! She was the only one among the many I’d tortured who would still discuss the methods of torture with me. I felt I had found a kindred spirit.

Watching her chew her own flesh, slowly and deliberately, I admit I was excited—more excited than I had ever been. She was savoring the meat from her body, and I was savoring her. From that moment, I wanted to torment her to death for the rest of my life. I loved watching the look on her face, a mixture of pain and enjoyment.

Unfortunately, I’m dying. Naturally, I want to take her to Hell with me. I fear she’ll be lonely down there by herself, so I decided to have her whole family accompany her in burial. See how considerate I am? For this, I had long investigated her family’s information and habits.

I only have one triggered Hand Grenade—it’s moisture-proof and waterproof—but still, only one chance. Fortunately, I also have some black powder. Although it doesn’t have great destructive power, it can create a diversion. To ensure the black powder would explode even in the rain, I went to a great deal of trouble...

And to ensure a 100% hit on the target, I made a launcher and propellant. As long as the Hand Grenade hits their car, it will all be over.

That’s the car! They’ve arrived! Much earlier than I expected.

The overloaded car, headlights blazing, slowly drove towards him—a glaring target in the darkness.

In the pitch-black community, Shangguan Jun hid by a first-floor window.

He wore a bloodthirsty, excited expression, his knuckles white from his fierce grip. Here they come, here they come!

As the BYD Song made the turn, the black powder exploded with a loud BANG. Due to inertia, the entire car drifted and then flipped over. It screeched unpleasantly, accompanied by the expected screams.

Now’s the time!

Shangguan Jun grew even more excited. In the entire complex, the only ways to the villa are the underground garage passage and this road!

Aiming at the car, Shangguan Jun successfully launched the Hand Grenade with the launcher. After hundreds of simulations, calculating for the resistance of rain and wind, Shangguan Jun had honed his skill to perfection.

A perfect shot!

Shangguan Jun could almost see the car engulfed in flames in the rain.

FWOOSH!

BOOM!

Ah, that beautiful sound, those fireworks... and the lives about to be extinguished.

A louder, more violent explosion ripped through the air near Shangguan Jun’s head, which began to ring. Is this Hand Grenade really that powerful? I should have stayed further away.

Shangguan Jun felt a liquid trickling from his ears and tearing pains in several parts of his body. His whole body, already numb from squatting all night, began to grow stiffer and completely stopped responding.

The smoke from the Hand Grenade explosion quickly dissipated, but the car’s headlights continued to flash.

Shangguan Jun blinked hard. The car was still there, intact! How could this be? How was it possible? He’d simulated the launch hundreds of times. How could he miss? It was just a dozen meters away—how could he possibly miss?

What’s that? A field of boulders?

Using the car’s lingering headlights, Shangguan Jun saw more than twenty large and small boulders scattered on the ground. They were arranged in layers, like a thick defensive wall.

The foremost boulders had shattered into smaller rocks, but the ones behind them were completely unscathed!

How did boulders suddenly appear?! They weren’t there a moment ago! It’s as if these boulders materialized specifically to protect them, to block the Hand Grenade! How is that possible?

Shangguan Jun was still in shock when his head suddenly started to ring. He vaguely remembered something: when over a hundred members of Zhetian had tried to bomb the villa, they were stopped. His information, obtained from the Armed Police, mentioned that rubble and boulders had appeared to block them.

And now, the same scene was playing out again. Shangguan Jun stared at the car in disbelief. Could it be that ghosts and spirits truly exist in this world?

It was at this moment that Shangguan Jun’s consciousness began to blur. He reached up to touch his ear, then looked down, smelling the overwhelming scent of his own blood.

Oh, so it wasn’t that the Hand Grenade was too powerful. Instead, the one I launched was somehow deflected, and I was too close to its detonation point.

Shangguan Jun saw a woman get out of the BYD Song. Her cold gaze met his. In the darkness, her eyes were so bright.

She walked towards Shangguan Jun, step by step. He couldn’t help but wonder, Is this the mysterious homeowner from the files, Jing Shu? The one for whom Wu You’ai was willing to die to protect her secrets?

It seems she truly does have some incredible secrets. He’d discovered them, but what use was it now?

She seems to be saying something, but unfortunately, I can no longer hear. I’m trying hard to look into the car, searching for Wu You’ai, but it seems she’s not there.

What a shame. But I can’t wait any longer.

This way of dying isn’t so bad for me, after all. If there is an afterlife, I hope to be reborn into a normal family, with parents who love me.

If there truly is an afterlife.

Goodbye, Wu You’ai.

「...」

By the time Jing Shu rushed over in the darkness, Shangguan Jun was already dead, as dead as could be. But Jing Shu still stabbed his body dozens of times, venting her fury.

If not for her night vision, if not for the sensitivity to color changes she’d developed from practicing with the Magic Cube, she wouldn’t have spotted the object he threw. And she wouldn’t have been forced to reveal her spatial storage in the nick of time.

Fortunately, her family inside the car was unaware of what had happened.