Infinite: Dawn Game

It started to rain lightly outside the window.

As the raindrops fell from the clouds, a bolt of lightning suddenly shattered the night, illuminating the night like day for a few seconds.

The man stared at Yu Shijiu's gaunt face, and for some reason, his fear deepened. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

“Then it’s my turn to speak,” Yu Shijiu said.

Upon closer inspection, Yu Shijiu's arm, gripping the axe, was as thin as a withered branch. The bluish-green veins bulged from the exertion, the bones stood out, and the blood flowing through it gave the illusion that this body, which was now nothing but skin and flesh, might jump out at any moment.

This is enough to show what the other person's "life" in the mental hospital was really like.

The man trembled violently. He suddenly remembered something, something he had forgotten in his terror.

“From the time we met until now, I haven’t said a word about the harm I suffered in the mental hospital, but you seem to understand it very well…”

Yu Shijiu smiled as she looked at the man's face, which suddenly stiffened, and leaned closer to him, letting out a soft sigh:

"So I was right after all,"

"Those maddening drugs, that torture that repeatedly drove me to suicidal thoughts, were all done at your behest, by those doctors and nurses..."

Yu Shijiu's lips curled up slightly, and a small dimple appeared on her cheek:

"So, Father, do you still think I'm a normal person now?"

Can a perfectly normal person remain normal after being sent to a mental hospital full of lunatics?

Of course not.

The man finally realized what was happening, and his previously restrained emotions completely collapsed in that instant. Just as he was about to break down and beg for mercy, a sharp pain shot through his throat, drowning out the words he hadn't uttered with the gurgling sound of blood.

"..."

Downstairs, the policewoman, realizing something was amiss on the second floor, widened her eyes and cried out in horror:

"Squad! Yu Shijiu has made his move!"

At the same time, a deafening roar of thunder and lightning illuminated the boy crouching in front of the second-floor French window, making his skeletal figure exceptionally clear.

Yu Shijiu seemed exhausted. His left hand, which wasn't holding the axe, hung limply at his side, while the axe in his right hand had already slammed deep into the man's neck, gushing out bright red, foul-smelling blood that stained the boy's entire face red.

He wiped his face with some annoyance, his brows furrowing in disgust as he looked down at the bloodstains on his hands, though his tone still carried a playful, coquettish undertone:

"How disgusting."

Liang Guodong is truly disgusting.

The man named Liang Guodong's eyes bulged out of his head from the excruciating pain, and blood gushed from his wide-open mouth. He stared intently at Yu Shijiu in front of him, as if silently cursing something.

Yu Shijiu simply reached out and casually wiped his hands with the relatively clean curtain beside him:

"It's okay," the boy patted his head and said with a grin.

"I'm crazy, I don't understand what you're saying."

"I'm just a madman."

Yu Shijiu repeated, then chopped off Liang Guodong's head.

Downstairs, Fangdui's eyelashes were wet from the rain. He stared like a statue at the boy who had killed someone but hadn't run away in front of the French windows, and silently raised his hand that had been hanging by his side.

A man's deep, hoarse voice rang out amidst the sound of rain: "Make your move."

Accompanied by the booming thunder, the silenced gunshots were barely audible.

Yu Shijiu, who was wiping his hands with his head down in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly stopped.

The next second, he slowly fell to the ground, and bright red blood oozed from the hole between his eyebrows, symbolizing the boy's life that had now vanished.

As her consciousness faded, Yu Shijiu seemed to see her mother's figure in a daze.

Since being forcibly sent to a mental hospital at the age of thirteen, Yu Shijiu has rarely dreamed of his mother.

As gentle as ever, her mother smiled and asked Yu Shijiu:

"Shi Jiu, what do you want to eat today?"

Yu Shijiu subconsciously replied, "Dumplings."

He seemed afraid his mother hadn't heard him, so he raised his voice and shouted again:

I want to eat dumplings.

Yu Shijiu's voice was a little hoarse, and he mumbled in a spoiled tone, just like when he was a child:

"I want to eat the cabbage and pork dumplings that my mom makes."

The mother smiled, gently stepped forward, hugged little Yu Shijiu, and lightly kissed him on the forehead.

"Of course you can."

……

"Team leader, Yu Shijiu is dead."

The tightly locked door on the second floor was finally opened, and the police rushed in like tigers, only to find two bodies in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Liang Guodong, who called the police, is now a decapitated corpse, while the other boy, Yu Shijiu, lies quietly on the ground to the side, his expression calm and pale.

If it weren't for the bloody hole below his brow, he wouldn't look like a corpse.

Fang Dui silently walked over to Yu Shijiu and squatted down beside her. He looked at Yu Shijiu, who had almost no flesh on her body, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air. In the end, he chose to smooth the messy hair on her forehead.

"He probably died without pain." The policewoman behind him sighed as she put on her gloves.

"I just asked the sniper, and he said it hit right in the brainstem, almost killing him instantly."

The squad withdrew their hands: "That's good."

The policewoman was still a little curious. She peered at the boy's body on the ground and frowned. "But Captain Fang, won't you face any punishment for killing a criminal with a mental illness on the spot?"

“There will be,” the squad leader stood up, looking around at the scene littered with shards of glass and blood, glancing down at his watch, and said:

"But his situation is a little different."

Yu Shijiu was originally a patient who escaped from a mental hospital. He suffers from severe paranoid psychosis, antisocial personality disorder, and borderline personality disorder, making him a complete mental patient.

But as someone who had met Yu Shijiu when he was eight years old, he would never forget the question Yu Shijiu asked him when his mother died.

"Can you send the person who killed my mother to prison?"

When Yu Shijiu was a child, he wasn't as thin as he is now, looking like a skeleton. He looked very sad, with his puffed-out cheeks still showing the baby fat that is unique to children, making him look fair and cute.

"of course."

The squad leader, who was only in his early thirties at the time, squatted down and patted Xiao Shijiu's head, as if to assure him:

“If your mother was indeed murdered, I will find them all and put them in jail.”

A glint of tears seemed to flash in Xiao Shijiu's eyes. He blinked, looked at the man in front of him, and nodded.

"I believe you."

However, he found no evidence to prove that Yu Shijiu's mother was murdered.

All the clues pointed to the other person committing suicide.

Even after Yu Shijiu asked repeatedly, Fang Dui could only tell him the "truth" based on the evidence.

After being asked too many times, Yu Shijiu stopped asking.

When they met again later, thirteen-year-old Yu Shijiu had been sent to the police station for murdering his stepmother due to mental illness, and was eventually sent to a mental hospital because he was underage.

This is the story of Yu Shijiu's life.

“You look very sad,” the policewoman asked curiously.

The squad said, "He's so pitiful."

"Huh? But he killed someone."

“I know,” Fang Dui sighed, watching the police officers handling Yu Shijiu’s body.

"So he has to die."

It's possible that Yu Shijiu wasn't crazy in the past, as he said, but after killing two people, he had no choice but to die.

A madman cannot survive in a safe society.