Under the bright lights, the scene was terrifying. Fatty, standing beside Lin Yi, charged with his gun and snatched Su Malie’s weapon before she could react. Then he ran over to Jing Shu and kicked her twice. "She’s fainted! Must’ve been from the lack of oxygen earlier. That damn old hag hurt so bad."
Jing Shu thought, Wait until I wake up and see how I’ll deal with you.
And so, Jing Shu finally understood why Lin Yi’s physique had changed so much—it was actual, damned skin. She couldn’t tell how each piece adhered so tightly to Lin Yi’s body, but from the outside, it looked seamless.
Lin Yi tore off chunks of flesh and tossed them carelessly to the ground—it was real human skin. If Uncle Gou hadn’t betrayed them, then everything would make sense now, Jing Shu mused. Lin Yi planned this from the start, bringing Su Malie to the auction, then intentionally trapping her in the house. As for what he wants to do next, that’s unknown. So, that raises the question: am I just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire? I always said never to get involved with Su Malie, or else... one would encounter all sorts of troubles.
"You’re not my Uncle Gou! Who are you? What have you done to Uncle Gou!" Su Malie scread hoarsely.
"This skin... isn’t it your Uncle Gou’s?" Lin Yi replied with a sunny smile. He adopted the sa casual deanor as on the day Grandma Jing fainted, his hand resting nonchalantly in his pocket, just as it had when he’d offered his opinion on her collapse—as if discussing so trivial little thing.
"Do you know, Miss, how much effort I put into becoming your Uncle Gou? To make his skin look indistinguishable from an ordinary person’s, I used many drugs. I especially boiled many dicinal concoctions to prolong Uncle Gou’s life. This was so that after I cut off his skin while he was alive, I could ensure it stayed fresh and didn’t rot. Only then, when wearing a suit made of real human skin, would there be nothing amiss."
"To create a parasitic body, one must use a living person. Your Uncle Gou was no good anymore after being skinned halfway... after all, few other young n could last that long. But I learned all of Uncle Gou’s secrets. It was very fortunate indeed that the plan was executed six months early. Otherwise, there would have been no suitable person left."
"Oh, I should also be grateful to those who tried to capture . I haven’t properly thanked them yet. Last year, they forced to create human skins that helped them successfully infiltrate the United States—a great move indeed. Too bad no one knows I was the one who made the skins! I’ll be sure to return the favor to them properly."
"So, you see, creating human skins really takes a lot of effort. For this plan, I had to take off the skin suit every day and then put it back on..."
Su Malie, covering her mouth with her hands, could no longer contain herself and began to vomit. That was Uncle Gou’s body she had interacted with for nine years! And now... it was presented before her in such a manner. What was more terrifying was that for these past two months, she had been interacting with soone who wasn’t Uncle Gou, and she hadn’t even noticed! Uncle Gou t such a horrible death, skinned bit by bit and turned into a human skin suit... I never even saw him one last ti! How much pain must he have endured? She sobbed.
anwhile, Jing Shu felt a chill run down her spine. I finally understand why Lin Yi kept coming ho with bags of dicine over the last two months, she thought. At the ti, I was curious: why did he carry ho a bag of dicine every day? Yes, it was him, without a doubt—the behind-the-scenes boss from my past life who had caused widespread chaos and ruled with an iron fist. His death wasn’t reported until several years later; it was said he escaped nurous tis after being caught. Even while heavily guarded, the police had no idea how he managed to escape! What other cards does he have up his sleeve? The man is highly intelligent, a quick learner with a wide range of knowledge—it’s as if he can do anything. He’s especially terrifying when it cos to manipulating people’s hearts. So frightening that even Grandma Jing was utterly chard by him! So frightening that he stirred up turmoil in multiple countries!
And it seems there’s more to the story of Yang Yang going to the United States and disguising himself as an Arican. It’s very likely related to Lin Yi being captured and forced to help Yang Yang and others make human skin masks. But how did this person manage to escape later on? He was supposedly tied up by a group of strong n. How could he have possibly gotten away? He must have a big secret! Jing Shu found herself undeniably curious.
Su Malie wiped away her tears and collapsed onto the damp ground. Pointing at Lin Yi, she sobbed and asked, "Uncle Gou underwent Level 12 pain training of all kinds! Torture could never have worked on him, let alone him telling you everything. He could have bitten his tongue to commit suicide; he could even have controlled his own consciousness to induce ntal death! How on earth did you do it?"
Lin Yi scoffed. "Aren’t you curious why I pretended to be your Uncle Gou?"
"It was just to kidnap ! So many people have tried to kidnap since I was a child, but no one has ever truly succeeded. Not if I don’t want them to!" Su Malie’s voice suddenly rose, filled with her characteristic sharpness. She exuded a potent confidence, as if believing that if she didn’t wish for sothing, it simply couldn’t be made to happen. She saw herself as a goddess who ruled her own fate.
This was the indomitable confidence Su Malie had cultivated from a young age: if she didn’t want sothing to happen, it wouldn’t. She was just that formidable.
"Tsk, tsk. You really are narcissistic." Lin Yi shook his head. "Kidnapping you? I could have done that on the first day. But that would have been too unchallenging and aningless."
"Then, what is it for? Do you want to kill my father?!" Su Malie exclaid in terror.
"Why couldn’t you have just stayed in that private room and slept soundly? I never intended to make things difficult for you. After all, you were just a small catalyst..." Lin Yi mused, his steps deliberate and oppressive as he advanced.
Su Malie shuffled backward, bit by bit, a genuine fear finally gripping her.
Jing Shu frowned, pondering Lin Yi’s words. So, what exactly is Lin Yi’s goal in setting up such an elaborate sche? And am I, Jing Shu, just an insignificant pawn in this ga? If so, how can I save myself and steer clear of these murky waters? Jing Shu had always felt that Lin Yi was playing with fire, an incredibly dangerous ga. The things he sets out to do are never without danger—inciting public sentint, causing widespread unrest, and so on. The sches he’s plotting might be even grander.
"You should get so sleep. When you wake up, you might get to see a good show." Lin Yi pressed a towel over Su Malie’s mouth, and she, too, passed out.
At that mont, Lin Yi walked step by step towards Jing Shu.
Jing Shu’s heartbeat quickened.
Lin Yi had reverted to his tall and lean stature. Jing Shu noticed the well-defined muscles on his body, a testant to his extre self-discipline and rigorous daily exercise regin. A man who is harsh on himself is even harsher on others! What is he going to do?
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