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The leaves on the tree outside Wei Lingyong's house had almost all fallen, leaving only the withered branches, as if winter had arrived early. The front door was unlocked, and Yuan Jun gently pushed it open, allowing several people to walk in slowly. The leaves in the yard had increased significantly since their last visit, crunching underfoot with a "crunching" sound.
This sound reached Wei Lingyong's ears as he was inside the house. He wrapped himself in a coat and stepped out to look at the group. Noticing their serious expressions, he suddenly broke into a wide grin, kneeling on the ground and laughing, "Haha, I knew you would come back! I've been waiting for you for a long time."
As he knelt there laughing, he began to cry: "It's over; everything is over."
Old Shao squatted down and picked up a deep yellow leaf. Gently crushing it in his hand, the dried leaf turned to powder. "So, where did you hide Lu Zhengye's body?" he asked.
Wei Lingyong did not look up but pointed toward the side of the yard where the outhouse stood. "I chopped him up and threw the pieces into the latrine," he said casually.
Old Shao looked at Yuan Jun beside him and said, "Contact the waste disposal truck and have them retrieve the body parts from the outhouse."
Yuan Jun sighed, glancing at the makeshift latrine in the yard with a furrowed brow. "Fine, I'll take care of it."
Old Shao nodded slightly before turning back to Wei Lingyong. "You dismembered the body here in this yard. Afraid someone would discover the bloodstains, you covered them with leaves. The reason you haven't contacted your sister is that you know Lu Zhengye will no longer disturb her, right?"
Wei Lingyong nodded while still kneeling on the ground. He didn't look at Old Shao but softly asked, "Old man, I want to ask you a question: Is it worse for a person to suffer in death or to suffer while alive?"
"Once you're dead, you know nothing," Old Shao replied, resting his hands on the ground and sitting directly on the leaves. "When you're alive, you have to face things. But if someone can face death, what is there that they can't endure in life?"
Wei Lingyong smiled lightly and asked again, "Is it more torturous to suffer in prison or outside?"
"Are you suffering?" Old Shao countered.
Finally looking at Old Shao, Wei Lingyong's eyes were bloodshot. "Of course. If I had to answer that question, I'd say those outside suffer more. They go to prison; they pay a price; their conscience can find peace; they atone for their sins. But who knows my suffering? I can't get past it; I hate him—year after year, my hatred grows."
"I came from an ordinary family. We weren't wealthy but we weren't miserable either. I grew up peacefully with my loved ones—my parents and my lovely sister. In my twenties, I started a family with someone I loved and had a child of my own."
"I never thought I would be wealthy!" Wei Lingyong stared at Old Shao. "Do you believe that? Everyone else wants to make more money, but I never thought about it. I think this is just fine; I'm very satisfied!"
"I believe you," Old Shao nodded slightly.
Wei Lingyong let out a bitter laugh. "Life is truly about simplicity. I thought we could continue living like this forever. But then, since Lu Zhengye came along, he destroyed my family. My sister Wei Linghui was completely enchanted by him, and my daughter was even raped by him. My family, my parents, everything I cared about has been ruined by him."
"He's living well in prison," Wei Lingyong suddenly slammed his hand against the ground, smashing his fist until it was mangled, blood flowing down his fingers, yet he felt nothing. "My mother died from the stress he caused her; even in her last moments, she worried about whether Wei Linghui could divorce him. My wife no longer speaks to me; we are like strangers now. My daughter will forever carry the label of being raped!"
"Who brought all this upon me?" Wei Lingyong nearly bit his own teeth to pieces. "All of this was brought by that bastard Lu Zhengye. For ten years, I've been out here; what's the difference between this and hell? Does he think he can atone for his crimes in just ten years?"
"No!" Wei Lingyong shook his head vehemently. "Absolutely not. Ten years is not enough to repay the sins he committed. If the law can't help me, then I'll take matters into my own hands!"
At this point, Old Shao suddenly had a flash of insight; he realized he had grasped a crucial piece of information.
"You never told your sister, did you?" Old Shao asked.
Wei Lingyong nodded. "That's right; I've done all this alone. No one will know that Lu Zhengye was killed by me, and I hope you won't tell anyone either. I know that killing someone means paying with a life; I'm willing to accept that. No one in this world will ever know what I've done for the people I care about."
"I also don't want them to know," Wei Lingyong leaned back slightly. "They have already escaped from suffering and don't need to look back. The sadness and pain left behind ten years ago, the mess left for me to clean up—that's something I'll bear alone."
"How did you find Lu Zhengye?" Old Shao rubbed his eyes and looked at the fallen leaves scattered across the yard.
Wei Lingyong recounted the events to Old Shao.
Not long after Lu Zhengye was released from prison, Wei Lingyong learned of the news. The ten years of torment had solidified Wei Lingyong's resolve to kill Lu Zhengye. Lu Zhengye would never know that while he longed to be free from prison, he was actually in the safest place possible; once he stepped outside, he would be targeted by an old hunter who had been lying in wait for ten years.
Wei Lingyong knew he only had one chance to eliminate Lu Zhengye, and he needed to plan carefully. He first figured out Lu Zhengye's routine, but most of the time, Lu was with his parents and friends, making it difficult for Wei to take action.
At that moment, Lu Zhengye felt as if something was watching him. Mao Dafang suggested that Lu might be developing paranoia in prison, while in reality, Wei Lingyong had been keeping an eye on Lu for some time. Wei hid in the shadows like a leopard that had been lurking for a long time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
During this time, Lu Zhengye began receiving frequent calls from unknown numbers, which surprised Wei. He didn't know who was calling, but he could clearly sense that Lu was becoming increasingly agitated.
Then one day, a call came through to Lu Zhengye's phone that nearly drove him to the brink of collapse. Seeking a solution, Lu went to Mao Dafang's house, where Mao booked him a train ticket.
However, Lu never made it to the train station because behind him stood Wei Lingyong on the night he fled.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Wei had not anticipated that Lu would escape under the cover of night without drawing anyone's attention. It was the perfect chance for revenge. Wei did not waste this opportunity and struck Lu on the head with a heavy blow.
Lu Zhengye did not die. When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the ground beneath a starry sky, leaves occasionally drifting down onto his face. The sound of rustling leaves came from nearby; it was Wei Lingyong sweeping them away. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was already gagged.
As Wei collected the fallen leaves and pushed them aside, he said to Lu Zhengye, "Don't be afraid; this will all come to an end. Don't worry; living is the most painful thing. Once you're gone, everything will be better. So don't be scared; I'm helping you."
With that, Wei smiled and picked up a pair of large scissors from the ground.
They were heavy-duty pruning shears, incredibly sharp. Wei gripped them tightly with both hands.
The scissors opened wide and clamped down on Lu Zhengye's finger. Wei smiled at him and said, "Shh, you’re going to feel a lot of pain soon. But it won’t hurt as much as my heart does. For ten years now, every night at this time, my heart twists in agony as if someone is stabbing it with scissors and twisting them around. But now, my heart doesn’t hurt anymore."
With a sharp snap, one of Lu Zhengye's fingers was severed by Wei Lingyong.
Lu felt sweat pouring down his face from the pain, but he was bound to the ground with his mouth gagged and had no outlet for his suffering. His body twisted in agony as his fingernails dug deep into the earth, leaving scratch marks behind.
"I'm not afraid, not afraid at all," Wei Lingyong said with a smile as he severed Lu Zhengye's second finger.
Lu Zhengye would faint from the pain one moment, only to be jolted awake by an even greater agony the next. Sweat, blood, and urine mixed together, yet he felt utterly powerless. Lying on the ground, he gazed up at the bright moon and countless stars, taking in the crisp autumn air, but what haunted him most was the terrifying face of Wei Lingyong.
The hatred that had built up over ten years erupted at that moment, as his torture proceeded slowly and methodically. He often feared that he might go too far and cause Lu Zhengye's death. If he didn't make Lu Zhengye suffer more than he himself had, then his death would be meaningless.
As Wei Lingyong continued to cut off Lu Zhengye's fingers and toes, he mockingly tossed the severed digits into a pit of filth.
"Look at that! Even if you die, you'll be forever submerged in this filthy stench. But then again, someone like you deserves such a fate."
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Wei Lingyong picked up the scissors again and said to Lu Zhengye, "Alright, now that your fingers and toes are gone, what should I cut next? Oh right, how could I forget? It must be your pride and joy—your manhood."
Upon hearing Wei Lingyong's words, Lu Zhengye twisted and struggled like a large maggot.
"Don't be afraid; I won't kill you easily," Wei Lingyong chuckled.
For both Wei Lingyong and Lu Zhengye, that night felt exceptionally long.
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