Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 249 Thorny Rose (6)

When Jiang Xicun woke up, he was in excruciating pain all over his body, his head was spinning, and he could hear strange noises.

She opened her eyes groggily and was immediately horrified to find herself suspended in mid-air—she was bound like a rice dumpling, her hands tied behind her back, hanging from the classroom ceiling.

With a foul-smelling rag stuffed in her mouth, Jiang Xicun was unable to make a sound. She turned her head and looked around, recognizing that she was in a classroom on the fifth floor of the gymnasium.

The classroom was dark, with pale moonlight streaming in through the windows, illuminating the people sitting in the classroom below.

Upon seeing that person, Jiang Xicun's pupils contracted slightly.

The person was wearing a dark hoodie, the hood covering their face. They were slender and could be vaguely identified as a woman. At that moment, they were focused on sharpening a knife.

She sat on the ground with her legs wide open, and a whetstone was placed in front of her. She sharpened the cleaver in her hand on the whetstone, stroke by stroke.

Next to her were a small chainsaw, a hammer, a chisel, a boning knife, chemical cleaning agents, a bucket of what appeared to be gasoline, and a bundle of waterproof tarpaulins.

Four words popped into Jiang Xicun's mind: murder and dismemberment.

The moment the thought crossed Jiang Xicun's mind, he shuddered violently. He immediately disregarded everything else and frantically shook his body to make noise, making "woo woo woo" sounds.

The commotion indeed attracted the attention of those below. She slowly raised her head, and Jiang Xicun then noticed that she had a small flashlight in her mouth, the light of which illuminated her face.

It's Lin Xun.

Jiang Xicun was taken aback, recalling what she had done to Lin Xun these past few days. Perhaps the other party was driven to desperation and wanted to kill her...

But how could she dare?

In Jiang Xicun's mind, Lin Xun was a sickly man who couldn't even kill a chicken.

He never attends physical education classes, doesn't participate in any large-scale events, gets out of breath easily when walking fast, eats in small bites like a cat, and comes from an ordinary family with no connections. He's a pushover who can be easily manipulated.

Now this pushover has her hung up, ready to kill her?

Does she really have the guts?

Jiang Xicun's mind was torn between "No, no, no, she absolutely wouldn't dare" and "The less someone talks, the more extreme they might be when they lose their temper."

Seeing Lin Xun staring intently at him with an unfathomable look in his eyes, Jiang Xicun quickly signaled with his eyes that he had something to say.

Seeing this, Yan Zhen put down the knife in his hand, stood up and walked to her: "Do you have any last words to say?"

Jiang Xicun: "..."

She nodded vigorously.

Yan Zhen made a move to pull the rag out of her mouth, but as soon as her hand was outstretched, she seemed to remember something and warned, "Don't shout for help."

Jiang Xicun nodded again.

Yan Zhen removed the rag from her mouth.

As soon as his mouth was freed, Jiang Xicun immediately shouted, "Save..."

"Snapped"--

Jiang Xicun received a heavy slap to the face, half of his face went numb, blood gushed from his nose, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.

Jiang Xicun: "..."

She looked at Yan Zhen in shock and indignation, only to find that Yan Zhen had somehow acquired a ping-pong paddle.

That slap was delivered with a tennis racket.

She was slapped in the face with a tennis racket!!!

Jiang Xi lived for seventeen years; when had he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?

She was so angry that she trembled all over: "You..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, another racket slapped her across the face.

Jiang Xicun was almost furious, his face contorted with rage: "Lin Xun, you..."

"Snapped"--

Another racket.

"I……"

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

After five or six slaps with the racket, Jiang Xicun's face was covered in blood. Her face hurt as if someone had peeled off a layer of skin. She was in pain and scared, and finally couldn't help but beg for mercy: "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I won't make a sound!"

Yan Zhen then stopped, calmly putting away his racket and tucking it behind his back: "Go ahead and say what your last words are. If I'm in a good mood, I can pass them on to your parents."

Jiang Xicun looked at her as if she were a monster, his eyes filled with fear and shock.

Is this still the Lin Xun she knows?

Why could she say such terrible things in such a nonchalant tone?

"You..." Jiang Xicun swallowed hard. "What are you going to do to me?"

Yan Zhen glanced at her coldly and mockingly: "Aren't you usually quite smart? You still haven't figured out what I'm trying to do?"

"...You're going to kill me?"

"Ah."

"Murder is illegal, don't you know that?" Jiang Xicun became agitated, his voice trembling. "If you dare to kill me, you will also be punished by law. You will, you will be executed!"

"Oh, you mean this?" Yan Zhen smiled slightly. "The prerequisite for being punished by law is being discovered—as long as you're not discovered, that's fine."

Jiang Xicun: "..."

Tears welled up in her eyes: "Killing someone is easy, but disposing of the body is difficult. Are you sure you can do it without leaving a trace?"

“You don’t need to worry about that, I have my own way of doing it,” Yan Zhen said. “Anyway, it’s not the first time I’ve done something like this.”

"..." Jiang Xicun trembled like a leaf. "Don't try to scare me. I'm not easily frightened."

Yan Zhen stared intently at her, his dark pupils appearing particularly eerie in the night: "The last person I dealt with said the same thing before he died, tsk."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and a twisted look of pleasure appeared on her face.

"I love seeing those incredulous expressions on your faces before you die. You were there in person and you still don't believe I would do such a thing. How can others suspect me when they find you missing? After all, in your eyes, I'm just a sickly person who can't even walk fast."

Jiang Xicun: "..."

She was shocked, recalling a suspenseful movie she had watched recently, in which the most inconspicuous person was often the mastermind behind the scenes.

Could Lin Xun also be like that, a hidden psychopathic killer?

Was her frailty merely a disguise and a protective layer?

The more Jiang Xicun thought about it, the more frightened she became. She couldn't help but sob, "Don't kill me, I know I was wrong, I'll never bother you again..."

“It’s too late,” Yan Zhen said. She turned around, sat down on the ground, and continued sharpening her knife.

The "snap-snap" sound of sharpening knives echoed in the empty classroom, like scraping against Jiang Xicun's lifeline, giving her goosebumps all over her body.

Her mind raced; she absolutely couldn't die here.

We must find a way to save ourselves.

Humans have desires, and Lin Xun must have something he wanted.

If I meet her demands, will she spare my life?

Thinking of this, Jiang Xicun tried his best to calm down and said in a humble voice, "Lin Xun, let's make a deal. As long as you are willing to let me go, I will give you anything."

"Big villas, sports cars, jewelry, beautiful clothes, and... and boyfriends! I have plenty of high-quality resources I can introduce to you. Just get close to one of them, and you'll be set for life!"

"I can pay to send you to college, any college you want!"

"Or do you want to study abroad and enhance your resume? Developed countries are your choice!"

No matter what Jiang Xicun said, Yan Zhen remained unmoved.

Jiang Xicun gradually despaired. She sobbed and said without hope, "I still have money. I'll give you as much as you want."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of sharpening the knife stopped.