Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead-Chapter 520 - 258: Love of Flaying (Part 2)

Zhao Yan lowered his voice and whispered, "The family of the other party has some background, thinking that being directly executed would affect the family reputation. It’s better to let her explore the Abyssal Game. Dying in the instance exploration can be considered a contribution to the country."

Wu Chang clicked his tongue and shook his head.

If it’s purely regarded as a bizarre murder, Yu Siyi’s case was just a small scene for Wu Chang. He’s seen more bizarre ones in the instances.

But this isn’t an instance; it’s reality. Although the perpetrator doesn’t look like a good person, she is, in fact, a 21-year-old girl.

This makes the case extremely surreal.

What confuses him even more is, how can Yu Siyi use such cruel methods to murder, and even as the victim died from excessive blood loss, they remained conscious? Yet why didn’t Yu Siyi have any trace of resentment left on her?

Wu Chang looked up at Zhao Yan and said, "I want to go to the crime scene and take a look."

Zhao Yan asked in confusion, "Do you think there’s a problem with the case?"

Wu Chang nodded, "I mentioned before, I had a brief encounter with Yu Siyi. That wasn’t a lie. To be precise, that day I had just captured a Wild Transcendent who is also locked on the fifth basement level, named Xie Wei."

"I was eating at a commercial street at that time, and on my way home, I happened to see Yu Siyi. From her, I sensed a similar aura to Xie Wei. At that time, I just kept an eye on her, planning to track and investigate later. Unexpectedly, before I could act, she had already made a mistake, and it was more serious than Xie Wei."

Zhao Yan pondered and recalled, "I remember you said that Xie Wei is still in a coma, hasn’t woken up. Back then, you guessed his ability source had issues, maybe controlled by certain organizations or individuals. Do you think it’s the same with her?"

Wu Chang replied, "I’m not sure, but it’s very likely."

Zhao Yan stubbed out the cigarette and said, "Then let’s go."

In the car, Wu Chang continued to review Yu Siyi’s personal file.

The dossier on Yu Siyi was very detailed, partly because of the many things she had done, each step recorded and easy to trace. The other part was out of revenge, as narrated by Yu Siyi herself.

Yu Siyi came from an affluent family. Her father, Yu Mingxuan, was a real estate developer, quite notable in Wanghai City, although not as esteemed as the likes of Tang Renquan, but he still counted as a Gatekeeper for Wanghai City’s top companies, just barely knowledgeable of the Management Bureau’s existence.

Her mother, Sun Jing, hailed from three generations of prestigious politics, currently holding a key position in the government agency.

Although Yu Mingxuan is not a self-made man, he spent much effort expanding the company in his early years, managing many matters personally, rarely being in Wanghai City.

Sun Jing is also a workaholic, basically at home only when sleeping, leaving before dawn and often working late into the night, barely seeing her child despite being under the same roof.

Yu Siyi, as a different kind of left-behind child, never lacked for material things—whatever she desired she got. Yet to a child, economic conditions are important but not the most crucial.

Unlike adults who feel happy with money, who willingly run themselves ragged for it, sacrificing dignity, even risking sudden death for overtime, children see things differently.

As long as a child isn’t worried about basic sustenance, parental love becomes more important than wealth.

The abundance allowed Yu Siyi to quickly become a leader among peers at school, gaining widespread renown both inside and outside.

However, most who were attracted to her ’rich kid’ persona weren’t good people, and sticking with them over the long-term, alongside the rebellious phase of adolescence, led Yu Siyi to get her first ear piercing in her first year of middle school.

She expected her mother would be furious or even scold her, but to her surprise, until the semester ended, Sun Jing never noticed the ear piercing.

With the rebellious urge driving her forward, she became more radical: a second ear piercing, a lip piercing, until she even tattooed a small star on her hand.

This time, Sun Jing finally noticed, and as she expected, became enraged.

Sun Jing not only lashed out for the first time but also took a long leave, personally accompanied her to remove the tattoo, confiscated all her accessories, dispersed her bad company, and watched over her studies, making her mend her ways.

This effort lasted half a month. Once noticing the child’s gradual improvement, Sun Jing returned to her work.

However, after this experience, Yu Siyi seemed to discover the key to gaining attention, purposefully moving in the opposite direction of her parents’ expectations to capture their focus and attention again.

Once, twice, continued success made this a pathological dependency, each instance more over-the-top, spiraling out of control.

When she purposely left a blank paper on an exam in her second year of middle school, disrupted the exam order, and was expelled from the classroom and criticized school-wide, the attention she foresaw never came.

The very night she was criticized, Yu Mingxuan flew back to Wanghai City for an all-night talk with Yu Siyi.

He told her that everyone must pay the price for their actions, and as a father, all he could ensure was her lifelong comfort and security. But deciding what kind of person she wants to be was up to her.

While his reasoning was correct, Yu Siyi, reliant on rebellion as she was, couldn’t hear it, continuing her own wayward path.

Unbeknownst to her, Yu Mingxuan and Sun Jing had utterly lost hope in her, both starting over with another child.

The following year, Yu Siyi’s younger sister was born. From then on, no matter what she did, she could no longer capture their attention.

Even when she tattooed a bright, striking butterfly on her chest, her mother, busy on a call, merely frowned and shook her head, moving to the next room to continue the call.