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What does it feel like to survive after a disaster? The wealthy heir suddenly felt his world dim, the stars shining brightly.
Lin Da's knife finally stopped at the heir's neck but did not go any further.
Lin Da lowered his knife, satisfied. "Looks like you've finally remembered. My daughter is named Lin Rong. Because of you, her entire life has been ruined. But I'm a principled man; I know that debts must be repaid and lives must be accounted for. Since you've remembered, I won't kill you."
With that, Lin Da squatted down. At the same time, he pulled down the heir's pants.
"Damn! A grown man wearing such pink underwear looks like a woman," Lin Da remarked as he removed the heir's underwear as well.
The heir's eyes widened in horror, staring at Lin Da in disbelief.
What kind of experience is it to hope and then immediately fall into despair?
The heir felt his entire life dimming. Blood continued to flow slowly from his neck, but he no longer intended to struggle. He felt numb and broken, helpless in his situation.
He pondered what life truly was. Perhaps when he chose to take revenge on society, he should have known that one day he too would face retribution.
"Hey! Spread your legs!" Lin Da pushed the heir's legs apart. "Otherwise, it would be bad if I accidentally stabbed your thigh; I’m just being straightforward here."
First came a chill, then warmth. When the heir looked down, he saw nothing below him. He felt no pain; perhaps he had already lost all sensation. Blood streamed down his face and neck, and now it began to flow from below as well.
"When I was in the village, I used to handle the slaughtering of our sheep, pigs, and cows myself. Even my father said I was quick and precise—a real butcher. Do you know what a butcher is?" Lin Da stuffed the bloody knife into his clothing and turned away with nonchalance.
Watching Lin Da's departing figure, the heir might have thought: why didn’t I just bite him back at the beginning?
He still didn’t want to die, even without his lower body.
The heir struggled as his phone fell out of his pocket.
It hit the floor heavily. With all his strength, he dialed 1 and then waited in despair as he succumbed to death.
He had lost too much blood to last much longer. In those final moments, we do not know what thoughts crossed the heir's mind. In a pool of blood, did he see the girls whose lives were ruined because of him? Did he see a baby born in a cold underpass? Did he see a woman twisted and deformed in a fire? Or did he see that young woman who jumped from a building?
Did he see his own desperate expression in the flow of blood?
The slowly flowing blood, the dripping sound—those were the desperate cries of the souls of the women he had wronged.
We still don't know if Lin Da had planned from the beginning to kill the wealthy heir in torment, or if he truly intended to leave him alive. Innocent until proven guilty, Lin Da stated this in his confession; perhaps only Lin Da knows the true nature of the events.
Soon, Lin Da was arrested. He did not flee; the knife was even left at home.
"Take care, girl," Lin Da said to Lin Rong before leaving. "I have no ability and don’t understand your thoughts. From now on, you must live for yourself. My money is under the bed. Don’t do anything foolish; this is probably our last meeting."
For some reason, Lin Rong suddenly couldn't stop her tears.
Lin Rong had never cried—not when her mother died, nor when she learned she had AIDS.
But now she did.
Lin Rong looked at her father, the one she resented and despised, and she cried.
From then on, Lin Da was imprisoned. No matter where he was, Lin Da always appeared to be an honest man. When bullied, he just smiled; when targeted, he also just smiled. Lin Da knew he had been sentenced to life imprisonment, but that meant there was still a chance for him to be released.
Even if twenty or thirty years passed, as long as he could get out, he would be able to see his daughter again.
Lin Da came in for murder, but looking at him, one would never think he was capable of killing. What kind of murderer greets others with kindness?
In the same prison, there were thugs who had come in for intentional injury who asked Lin Da how he ended up there.
Lin Da recounted his story of how he got there.
The thug asked, "So your daughter is quite good-looking? Otherwise, how could someone fall for her?"
Lin Da replied happily, "Yes, she takes after her mother; she's not like me."
"Now that I'm out, I have to have some fun with her," the thug laughed.
Everyone ignored him, knowing that he was just joking with Lin Da. A woman with AIDS was not someone this thug would dare approach.
But Lin Da got angry and slapped the thug across the face: "If you dare touch my daughter, I'll kill you."
The thug, in his twenties, was furious after being struck by a man in his forties. He immediately lunged at Lin Da, but was stopped by the others. Unable to contain his anger, he shouted, "Damn it! Once I'm out, I'm going to have your daughter. You’ve killed someone; there's no way you'll get out before me. Lin Rong, right? I'll remember that! Just wait, just wait!"
Inside the prison, this was merely a storm in a teacup; no one took it seriously.
A little over a year passed, and the thug was about to be released.
That night, he was in high spirits. After spending more than a year in prison, he had almost forgotten what fresh air felt like. He brushed his teeth while humming a tune, like a cheerful lark.
With a loud thud, a mouthwash cup landed beside him.
The thug turned to see Lin Da standing next to him. He smiled and said, "Old Man Lin, I'm getting out tomorrow. You should behave yourself in here and try to get out early too."
Lin Da remained silent.
Noticing Lin Da's lack of response, the thug shrugged it off and went back to rinsing his mouth.
At that moment, a hand landed on the thug's shoulder.
There was only Lin Da nearby; it was obvious he had grabbed him. The thug turned around impatiently and asked, "What's up, Old Man Lin? Got something to say?"
But as he turned around, a toothbrush stabbed into his eye. The five or six centimeter long handle pierced directly into the thug's left eye, bursting his eyeball. The fluid from his eye sprayed all over Lin Da's face and splattered into his mouthwash cup. The thug collapsed onto the pristine floor.
He looked at Lin Da with his remaining eye before closing it.
In just over ten seconds, the thug was dead.
When the prison guard caught Lin Da, he was brushing his teeth with a toothbrush that had once stabbed a thug in the brain. His teeth were very white; he was a person who valued cleanliness.
No one knew why Lin Da had killed the thug. They had no recent conflicts, and they would greet each other whenever they met. But for some reason, Lin Da had gone mad and killed the thug without any hesitation or mercy. At that moment, the prison mates finally remembered that Lin Da was in prison for murder.
No one knew why Lin Da had committed murder, except for Lin Da himself.
Lin Da calmly said, "He wanted to play with my daughter after he got out of prison. While I’m in here, I can’t protect her. So I couldn’t let him go like I did with that rich kid. To be safe, I had to kill him."
The police found the prison mates and asked if the thug had ever said such things to Lin Da.
The prison mates were stunned. One of them said, "He did, but that was over a year ago!"
It was clear that it was the day before the thug's release, so Lin Da had killed him the night before. Perhaps the thug had even forgotten about their conflict from a year ago, but Lin Da had always remembered.
From then on, the prison mates dared not mention anything about Lin Da's daughter.
It turned out that a person's memory could be this sharp.
This time, Lin Da was sentenced to death, to be carried out in a month. This time, he would die here. This time, he would not be able to see his daughter again.
When a person's obsession is solely focused on accomplishing one thing, they can unleash wisdom beyond their own imagination.
He thought about escaping from prison, but the guards were too strict; there was no way he could get out. Even digging a tunnel was not an option due to time constraints.
In his moment of desperation, he suddenly recalled an incident from two months ago: a prison mate who had suffered from acute gastritis and was sent to an outside hospital.
Lin Da spent half a month sharpening one end of his toothbrush until it was very pointed.
Then one evening, he used this toothbrush to sever the tendons in his left hand.
Afterward, he screamed in agony.
"Prison Doctor" suggested that it would be better to send him to "Big Hospital" for treatment; otherwise, he might end up with a lifelong disability. This statement seemed somewhat amusing, considering that "Lin Da" was supposed to be executed in half a month. Would he really care about a lifelong disability? But they had to do it this way.
The hospital was not as strictly guarded as the prison.
No one would have thought that on the seventh floor of the hospital, "Lin Da" would use bedsheets to make a rope and escape.
It was the second night after his second surgery.
To be precise, he used the bedsheets to escape from the seventh floor to the "Sixth Floor," and then he left the hospital.
When Officer Lin, the surveillance officer, woke up, "Lin Da" was already nowhere to be found.
That night it was raining. A "Criminal," without being detected, tied the bedsheets with one hand and silently climbed out. The night was dark, and the window outside was slick with rain. With one misstep, he could have ended up as a puddle on the ground. However, "Lin Da" succeeded; he left the hospital unscathed. For the next three years, he vanished without a trace.
"Lin Da," a man who didn't like to talk but held grudges fiercely.
A person's greatest strength is often their greatest weakness.
“Find 'Lin Rong,'” I said slowly. “If 'Lin Da' is caught, only 'Lin Rong' can pry open his mouth. And it seems that capturing 'Lin Da' is just a matter of time.”
"Captain Shao" nodded and said seriously, “Alright, I will arrange this.”
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