The scene had been chaotic for a mont.
Over here.
Christina Armstrong's death hadn't affected George Armstrong's life; he drove several of his classmates on a road trip to the neighboring city.
In George's eyes, it was all Christina's own doing; it had nothing to do with him.
Marrying was Christina's own choice, and later, when she decided to jump off a building on a whim, he had no idea who she was trying to impress.
George held the steering wheel in one hand and lit a cigarette with the other, laughing as he said, "I'm treating you all tonight. What would you like to eat?"
"I heard Ming Restaurant in Cokoon City is pretty good, though it's a bit pricey..."
George had the air of a successful man. "What are you afraid of if it's expensive? I'll just develop a few more pieces of software if need be!"
Evidently.
The act that George was putting on not only deceived those around him but also himself.
Another classmate asked, "George, what's the na of the software you developed? Let's have a look too!"
"Yes, yes, yes," the other three classmates in the car chid in.
Hearing this, George's facial expression stiffened for a mont, but it quickly returned to normal as he replied, "I work directly with foreign corporations. I'll show you when there's ti."
"Sure thing."
"George, you're amazing!"
"George, you're so cool!"
Listening to the flattering voices of his classmates, George's face was full of pride.
He thought this was the kind of life worth living.
The past twenty-sothing years, he might have well lived in vain!
Shortly thereafter, the car stopped in front of Ming Restaurant.
After dinner, the five of them went to a club to sing. George also invited several hostesses for company.
After all, he now had plenty of money.
Being young.
Was all about having fun.
When the five erged from the club the next morning, they were staggering, reeking of alcohol as they approached the car.
Only to see that the originally black sedan was sprayed over with red paint.
And there were several lines of white letters: "Murderers must pay with their lives!"
"Do blood-stead buns taste good?"
"Give back Christina Armstrong's life!"
A striking red and white.
Extrely unsettling.
Especially in the early morning.
George was so scared that he stumbled back several steps.
How could this be?
He even thought he was seeing things and imdiately rubbed his eyes, yet the scene before him remained unchanged.
"Ah!"
George fell to the ground, his face ashen.
The other four sobered up in an instant and imdiately called to report the incident to the police.
Soon, the police arrived.
After understanding what had happened, the police officer said, "Don't worry, we'll definitely find out who did this!"
"Thank you," George bowed in gratitude.
The police officer looked at George and ultimately couldn't help but ask, "Christina Armstrong is your sister?"
Although George was reluctant to admit having such an embarrassing sister, he had no choice but to nod, "Yes."
Hearing this, the other four classmates behind George were all very surprised.
The incident involving Christina Armstrong was well-known lately.
It turned out that George was Christina Armstrong's brother.
So things were frightening upon careful thought.
Especially since Christina had ntioned in her suicide note that she had given all her salary from years of working to her brother for his tuition, and that she was forced to marry a seventy-year-old man for her brother too.
After all, the old man had given a dowry of three million dollars!
Could it be...
George's car was bought with that dowry money?
No wonder!
No wonder George had always refused to show the software he had developed for everyone to see.
It turned out he had never developed any software at all.
This was all a show he had staged.
At this mont, the classmates finally understood what the phrase 'Do blood-stead buns taste good?' written on the car ant!
Just then, a man over sixty swaggered into the police station hall.
"That's right! I did it, so what? A scumbag like him deserved it a long ti ago!"
"That was your own sister!"
Growing more agitated as he spoke, the old man walked over and grabbed George by the collar, "Bastard! You are a bastard! Your sister's restless soul won't let you co to a good end!"
His own sister had died a horrible death from jumping off a building, her body not yet cold, and her own brother still had the heart to sing and dance outside, to indulge in food and pleasure.
In the end, the old man released George's collar, walked over to the police officer, "Police Officer, I did all those things. I just can't stand this kind of conscienceless scum. Arrest ! Lock up, beat , do as you please. Anyway, this old man has no money to compensate him!"
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