Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

A letter set the old man off.

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed into a knot.

"Handover?" He looked at Wu Hen and lowered his voice.

"What the hell can a dying brat hand over? The throne?"

Wu Hen's gaze behind his glasses was as deep as a pool of cold water: "I don't know."

"But he caused such a commotion tonight, and then he was arrested so readily,"

"They even specifically requested to see Dean Liu... This whole process went so smoothly, like a well-rehearsed play."

"Who are they putting on this for?"

"Perhaps... it's just an act for us."

"Or perhaps, it's a performance for some 'audience' we can't see."

Wu Hen's words reminded Lin Qiye of the blurry figure on the high-rise building on a rainy night.

Oh shit.

Lin Qiye cursed inwardly; things were getting increasingly wrong.

"Let's go to the Cold Mountain Orphanage," Lin Qiye decided immediately.

"I'd like to see what this kid is up to."

At the entrance of Hanshan Orphanage.

The dilapidated iron gate creaked in the rain, and Old Liu held up a black umbrella.

He stood hunched over on the steps, his cloudy eyes filled with worry.

When he saw Wu Quan get out of the Night's Watch's wagon, he visibly relaxed.

But then he was startled by Lin Qiye and Wu Hen following behind Wu Quan.

These two people have such a strong presence that just by standing there, the surrounding rain seems to have cooled down a bit.

"Grandpa Liu." Wu Quan walked up to the old man, bowed his head, and spoke softly.

"Xiaoquan, are you...are you alright? Who are these people...?" Old Liu tried to reach out and grab Wuquan's hand, but Wuquan dodged him.

"I am fine."

Wu Quan took two crumpled hundred-yuan bills out of his pocket and stuffed them into Old Liu's hand.

"I made plans with my classmates to go out and explore for a few days."

"This is the money I've saved. Take it and buy some good food for your younger siblings."

Old Liu was stunned, clutching the two hundred yuan, at a loss for what to do: "What nonsense are you talking about, child?"

"Where are you going to wander around in the middle of the night? Come back with me right now!"

"No."

Wu Quan shook his head, his tone completely calm and devoid of any emotion.

As if talking about something completely unrelated to himself, he said, "I should go."

He looked up and gave Old Liu a deep look, but there was no reluctance in his eyes.

There was no lingering attachment, only a barely perceptible sense of guilt.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, who were standing to the side, exchanged a glance and both saw something was wrong in each other's eyes.

This doesn't look like a grandson saying goodbye to his grandfather.

This is clearly someone making their final arrangements!

"Wait a moment."

Wu Hen suddenly spoke, his icy gaze fixed on Wu Quan.

"Did you leave something for Dean Liu? Like... a letter?"

Wu Quan's body stiffened abruptly.

He didn't answer, but his reaction said it all.

He remained silent, subconsciously turning his gaze to the other side of the street.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen followed his gaze and saw that the area was empty.

There was nothing but the elongated shadows of the trees cast by the streetlights and the torrential rain.

But that eerie feeling of being watched returned once again.

"Damn it, all this nonsense!" Lin Qiye cursed impatiently, grabbing Wu Quan's arm.

"Get in the car! Tell us what you have to say when you get back!"

Wu Quan did not resist and let Lin Qiye put him into the car.

As the car door closed, he took one last look at Old Liu standing in the rain, his lips moved slightly, but he ultimately made no sound.

Old Liu stood there blankly, watching the black SUV disappear into the rain, the two damp banknotes still clutched in his hand.

"What's wrong with this child?" he muttered to himself, turning around and pushing open the orphanage door.

An unusual silence descended.

It's so quiet.

At this time, the younger children would usually be asleep, but the older ones would always be watching TV or playing around in the living room.

Today, the only sound in the entire orphanage is the sound of rain.

Old Liu's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up in his mind.

He rushed into the children's dormitory and looked at each room one by one.

On the bed, the children were all fast asleep, as if they had been drugged, and no matter how much they were pushed, they couldn't be woken up.

When he reached the innermost room, his heart sank completely.

Xiaoyan and Qiancheng's beds are empty!

These two children are the two oldest in the orphanage besides Wu Quan.

Old Liu staggered back into the living room, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on the dilapidated square table.

In the center of the table, a letter lay quietly.

He walked over with trembling hands and picked up the envelope.

The letter was written in Xiaoyan's crooked handwriting:

"Grandpa Liu, we've gone out to make our way in the world, just like Brother Quan. Please don't look for us."

"When we make a lot of money, we'll come back to take care of you."

lie!

What a clumsy lie!

Wu Quan had just staged a "running away from home" act in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the other two children also disappeared using the same excuse?

They even left behind a letter with the exact same content?

And then I think of all the children in the yard who are fast asleep and unable to wake up...

A terrible thought flashed through Old Liu's mind like lightning!

This is no coincidence!

This wasn't the children's own decision!

Someone is plotting against him! Someone is taking his children away from him one by one!

"asshole……"

Old Liu's thin, bony hand clenched tightly, crumpling the letter into a ball in his palm.

The worry and confusion on his wrinkled face vanished instantly.

Instead, it was replaced by a volcanic eruption of anger and resolve!

He turned around abruptly, like an angry lion, and rushed out of the gate towards the dilapidated electric scooter in the corner.

Turn the key, start the engine, and accelerate!

The old electric scooter emitted a strained, rumbling sound.

Carrying this angry old man, it shot into the endless rain like an arrow released from a bow!

Meanwhile, inside the speeding Night Watchman's van.

A dead silence.

Lin Qiye was driving, Wu Hen was in the passenger seat, and Wu Quan was handcuffed in the back seat. None of the three spoke.

Suddenly, Wu Quan's stagnant voice rang out from the back seat.

“I know you Night Watchmen have been investigating the fire at the Linjiang warehouse three years ago.”

Lin Qiye paused on the steering wheel and exchanged a glance with Wu Hen through the rearview mirror.

Is this kid finally going to lay his cards on the table?

"I can give you all my memories of that fire."

Wu Quan raised his head, his dim eyes staring intently at Lin Qiye in the rearview mirror.

A playful smile curved Lin Qiye's lips.

"Sure. Tell me your terms."

Wu Quan's gaze sharpened, and he said, enunciating each word clearly:

Tell me, where is Shen Qingzhu?