Chapter 259: Chapter 259

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 me 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 screamed hoarsely.

"This skin... isn’t it your Uncle Gou’s?" Lin Yi replied with a sunny smile. He adopted the same casual demeanor 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 some 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 medicinal 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 men 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 me. I haven’t properly thanked them yet. Last year, they forced me 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 someone who wasn’t Uncle Gou, and she hadn’t even noticed! Uncle Gou met such a horrible death, skinned bit by bit and turned into a human skin suit... I never even saw him one last time! How much pain must he have endured? She sobbed.

Meanwhile, Jing Shu felt a chill run down her spine. I finally understand why Lin Yi kept coming home with bags of medicine over the last two months, she thought. At the time, I was curious: why did he carry home a bag of medicine 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 numerous times 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 comes to manipulating people’s hearts. So frightening that even Grandma Jing was utterly charmed 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 American. 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 men. 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 mental 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 me! So many people have tried to kidnap me 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 something, 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 something 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 meaningless." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoveI~Fire.net

"Then, what is it for? Do you want to kill my father?!" Su Malie exclaimed 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 scheme? And am I, Jing Shu, just an insignificant pawn in this game? 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 game. The things he sets out to do are never without danger—inciting public sentiment, causing widespread unrest, and so on. The schemes he’s plotting might be even grander.

"You should get some 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 moment, 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 testament to his extreme self-discipline and rigorous daily exercise regimen. A man who is harsh on himself is even harsher on others! What is he going to do?