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Malicious transmission of AIDS falls under the crime of deliberately spreading disease, and Lin Da has been waiting for this moment; the rich heir is out of prison.
Lin Da stands at the entrance of the rich heir's home.
He hides a knife in his clothing, having waited at the door for a whole week. During the day, he eats dry buns, and at night, he sleeps in the doorway of a shop. His eyes are bloodshot, like a hungry leopard. His gaze is resolute, akin to an eagle spotting its prey.
He resembles a statue, but a bloodthirsty one.
After a week, Lin Da finally sees the rich heir. The young man emerges from prison still indulging in a life of excess, lost in a world of pleasure and intoxication. His life was set in stone at the age of twenty; he dares not tell his parents or anyone else.
The rich heir unlocks the door with a key, and Lin Da lunges at him like a beast. He kicks the rich heir into the house and swiftly turns to lock the door behind him. The rich heir, drunk and disoriented, struggles on the floor. Lin Da watches him squirming and suddenly laughs.
How much he resembles a twisted, ugly maggot.
Lin Da does not intend to kill him right away; instead, he plans to torment him slowly.
He binds the rich heir to an armchair and gently places the knife against his neck. A bucket of water splashes onto the rich heir's head, finally waking him up. He looks at the gaunt, dark-skinned man before him and catches sight of the knife resting against his neck; fear fills his eyes.
"What do you want? We can talk this over," the rich heir stammers. "I'll give you whatever money you want; just don’t hurt me! Don’t kill me!"
Lin Da observes the rich heir before him without saying a word. He scrutinizes this young man who seems to have aged beyond his twenty years, looking as worn as himself. The contrast between this terrified rich heir and his previous arrogance in the interrogation room is stark.
It turns out that those afflicted with AIDS fear death just as much.
"I want to kill you, but I can give you a chance," Lin Da says. "Guess why I want to kill you. If you guess correctly, I won’t kill you. You don’t have many chances; think carefully."
Lin Da finds a chair and sits across from the rich heir. He slowly pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one up. With one hand holding the lit cigarette, he gradually pushes the knife deeper into the tender skin of the rich heir's neck.
"Don’t rush; there’s something good in my drawer next to me—much better than what you're smoking," desperation makes the rich heir's mind race. "Look, I’m not lying; just take a look."
Lin Da opened the drawer, revealing a box of tobacco.
This box of tobacco bought time for the wealthy heir, allowing him to recall many things in his mind.
From that moment on, Lin Da fell in love with the unique taste of this tobacco. He took apart his cigarette and rolled it with this tobacco to smoke. The potency was strong, and he felt a bit dizzy, but he did not forget why he had come here in the first place.
"Ah." The usually silent Lin Da became more talkative under the influence of the tobacco: "Guess what? If you don't guess, there will be consequences!"
With that, Lin Da lightly traced a knife across the wealthy heir's face, and thin streams of blood began to flow down. To others, his blood was the most lethal and threatening weapon. But Lin Da was not afraid; he was no longer afraid of death, so why would he fear AIDS?
"You are... you are Wan's father," the wealthy heir cried out. "You are Wan's father! She was pregnant with my child, but I abandoned her. She didn't dare let her parents know; she didn't dare go to the hospital and had to give birth alone under a dilapidated bridge. But she bled to death, and so did the child."
"But that's not right; the police didn't even know that was my child. How do you know?" The wealthy heir spoke rapidly, trembling all over. "No, you are not Wan's father; you didn't come here for that."
Lin Da smiled shyly, applying pressure with the knife until it cut through the wealthy heir's neck. Blood slowly seeped out, and the wealthy heir felt a warm itch at his throat. That was his own blood, tainted with AIDS.
"I understand now! I understand!" The mixture of blood, sweat, and tears on his face soaked into the wound, making it feel as if thousands of ants were biting him simultaneously. "You are not Wan's father; then you must be Mei's father. I admit I did something wrong; I am worse than a beast."
Lin Da smiled again: "Continue."
The wealthy heir thought he had guessed correctly; his expression relaxed somewhat. "You are Mei's father. That time, we wanted some excitement and tied Mei up at a construction site, stripping her of her clothes. After a while, we went back to check on her, but she was still tied up there. However, we didn’t know she had been gang-raped by someone."
"And Mei... Mei had her eyes closed and wasn’t breathing anymore," said the wealthy heir. "We were terrified and ran away. Later, we heard those migrant workers got caught. But no one knew that I was the one who tied her up. This must be what you're talking about, right?"
Lin Da pressed the knife deeper by an inch: "That's not what I'm asking about; it's not that matter."
Despair washed over the wealthy heir as he felt his life slipping away bit by bit. Even if he didn’t die immediately, if the blood kept flowing out, he could die from excessive blood loss. The wound was deep; he had few chances left. If he didn’t get it right this time, he would die here.
The wealthy heir gasped for breath, as if he had just run fifteen hundred meters. His mind raced, trying to piece together what he had done to provoke such revenge from others.
"You need to come out," Lin Da said calmly while puffing on rolling tobacco. "Don't just think about it in your head; how am I supposed to know what you want?"
"Yes, yes!" the heir quickly replied. "I, I... oh, I remember now. It must be this incident. When I was a teenager living in the countryside, I played with fire outside and accidentally set a wooden house ablaze."
"I was so scared that I ran away. Later, I found out that the fire killed the female owner of the house and her young child. You must be the male head of that family, right? You weren't home because you were at work, so you escaped. Is that what happened?"
The heir was in a frenzy, struggling like a fish stranded on the shore.
Lin Da scratched his head with the handle of his knife, surprised that the heir had caused so much harm and that so many people had died because of him. However, Lin Da didn't care; there were too many people in this world. If he had to mourn every time someone died, he would never accomplish anything in his life.
Those people were irrelevant to Lin Da, and he felt not even a hint of sorrow for them. He was just a bit angry that even at his age, the heir hadn't thought about his own daughter. In frustration, he dragged the knife across the heir's wound as if using a saw.
The screams were loud, but no one heard them. The heir was indeed a wealthy one; even his house had excellent soundproofing.
"Isn't it wrong?" The heir trembled all over, struggling in his chair to no avail.
Lin Da was a worker; his strength was dozens of times greater than that of the heir. With his grip tight, there was no way for the heir to escape. Every time he struggled, the movement caused his neck wound to stretch open further, and blood flowed more rapidly from it.
"Why are you doing this to me?" The heir's face contorted in pain.
Lin Da remained unfazed and simply said, "Guess what? Just guess."
The heir sobbed and under Lin Da's pressure finally spoke up: "Let me think... if it's not that, then what else could it be? I know! You're Sister Hua's husband! Sister Hua has a husband around your age. She contracted AIDS from me without knowing it and then went back and passed it on to her husband."
"So you also contracted AIDS," the heir looked at Lin Da before continuing. "So you want to kill me for revenge? But it's really not my fault; Sister Hua seduced me first. I knew she was after my money, but I was just playing with her! You can't blame me; she brought this upon herself."
The rich heir continued, "The death of Sister Hua was just a suicide; it has nothing to do with me. She questioned whether I transmitted AIDS to her, but everything that happened was her own doing. She was the one who wanted to sleep with me. When she couldn't handle it, she jumped off the building and committed suicide. Look, I have a lot of money, and the incubation period for AIDS is long. In the future, my money will be yours, alright?"
Lin Da was completely enraged. He didn't even know who Sister Hua was and certainly wasn't her husband. At the same time, Lin Da felt disappointed; it turned out that the deep memories Lin Rong had left behind meant nothing to this rich heir. Lin Rong was just like many unknown women whose lives were ruined by him, yet he had completely forgotten her.
Sometimes, many things are one-sided—one-sided love, one-sided hate, one-sided memories, and one-sided forgetfulness.
"Then you have no chance," Lin Da sneered. "When you get down there, remember to tell King Yama that it was Lin Da who killed you."
A knife swung down.
Lin Da! This person’s surname was Lin! Who did he know with the surname Lin? Which woman with the surname Lin had he played around with in Luo Bei City?
Suddenly, a name appeared in the rich heir's mind.
"Lin Rong! Lin Rong!" he shouted loudly. "You are Lin Rong's father! You want to kill me because of Lin Rong's matter; she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, right? Is that true?"
The rich heir was already breaking down, shouting and crying at the same time.
He had previously thought that having AIDS and dying were no different. But now he understood that until death truly arrives, people have no idea how terrifying it really is.
Lin Da stopped his movements and smiled.
The rich heir looked at the halted knife and smiled as well.
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