novelden Chapter 118 My Character Profile Card
Chapter 118 My Character Profile Card
Heimen, whose surname was Hei and given name was Heimen, died at the age of 26.
Like most people, he was born into an ordinary, working-class family and lived a simple and warm life.
The family of three's savings are not enough to live a life of leisure and enjoyment, but they also don't need to cut back on food and clothing. As long as they live a decent life, they can easily satisfy most of their entertainment needs.
My father wasn't into smoking, drinking, or playing cards; the roses and clivias he couldn't grow well in the balcony garden were enough to keep him busy for years. My mother was very interested in the entertainment of young people; she would occasionally learn some new slang from her best friends that he had never even heard of.
As I grew older and entered high school, arguments with my parents increased daily. This was inevitable, but harmless. Each generation has its own way of thinking, and although my parents couldn't understand it, they neither opposed nor belittled it.
Unfortunately, fate is unpredictable. On the night after the college entrance examination, my father was riding his electric bike home from work when he was involved in a traffic accident and died at the scene. Due to the aging and disrepair of the surveillance cameras in the vicinity of the accident site, and the fact that the vehicle involved fled the scene, the case is still under close investigation.
Fortunately, with above-average abilities, Hei Men successfully gained admission to an ordinary first-tier university in the capital to study economics.
Relying on his gentle and warm-hearted personality, even though he was unfamiliar with the place, Kuromon quickly built up a good network of connections, including student council leaders, class officers, and the school's most handsome guy. His interpersonal relationships steadily improved.
To ease his mother's workload, he not only worked hard to improve his studies, but also started doing some part-time jobs related to his hobbies—filming vlogs of hiking and exploring the wilderness.
This part-time job was originally just a private account used to record my hobbies, occasionally taking pictures of rare flowers, birds and landscapes, or posting some quirky self-talk, but it inexplicably became a hit.
After gradually building up his popularity, Heimen would share his hiking experience or teach beginners some basic skills through videos. During holidays, he would also take on private commissions to lead small groups to tourist attractions, which provided him with a small income.
It was during that period that, through the introduction of several well-off friends, he entered a higher circle and met "those few people".
Those scumbags who deserved to die!
The blood-stained mountaineering gloves were repeatedly rubbed in the snow, turning the pure white into pink. Hei Men stepped on the back of the bound "Brother Zhou," humming a little tune as he tied a fancy bow on his wrist.
tick.
He glanced at his ringing watch; the ten-minute countdown was over. He pulled the axe from the ground, squatted down beside Zhou Ge, and announced with a smile:
"The prize quiz is over. So, have you figured out why I'm taking action?"
“Hei Men, listen to me. Although I was on the yacht when your mother was seriously ill, I wasn’t the one who suggested locking you up for five days! It was that missing Wang Fang. He didn’t like you and wanted to teach you a lesson!”
The movement behind him paused noticeably for a few seconds—he hadn't been wrong! Brother Zhou, twisting his body, was overjoyed and explained even more enthusiastically: "Actually, they received the critical condition notice from the hospital a long time ago, and even played it for us in public! But you know their family's power; our objections were completely ineffective..."
"Shh...you're half right." Kuromon tried to use his usual voice, but no matter how he disguised it, there was a trembling laugh mixed in with that gentle tone.
"However, the question has already been answered by the person in question, so unfortunately, it is invalid."
The sharp axe was raised high, gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and then brought down with a single blow! Blood flowed down the rocks, the snow absorbed the noise, and the forest remained white and serene.
Kuromon took out a tourniquet and tied it near the heart of the bleeding site, unusually showing him genuine patience:
"The cave behind you is a karst cave that no one has explored yet. The rock inside is very fragile and could break if you take just a few steps. The drop is only a few hundred meters."
He picked up the knotted rope, pulled Brother Wang along, and led him step by step toward the cave in the low-lying area, leaving a red line with their footprints.
"Unlike how I treated Wang Fang and the others, I'm willing to spare your life in return for my older brother who always 'took care' of me."
I've hung a supply pack on the rope. If you don't die after falling, you can use the items inside to survive and find your way back to the surface. If trash like you can survive such a disaster, I wouldn't mind letting you go.
"No no no!"
Ignoring the strange noise, Hei Men kicked the door open, and the red bean paste rice dumpling, now exposed, rolled into the pot.
Bang! Crash! Thump—Bang!
He turned on his flashlight and scanned the area carefully for several minutes, only feeling relieved after confirming he saw nothing. He then packed up his props and headed to the agreed-upon location. Meanwhile, the action camera mounted on his jacket flashed red, faithfully recording everything.
"It's amazing how six years have passed without me even realizing it. It feels like we found the murderer of my father just yesterday."
He touched the slightly panting chest, finding no panic, regret, or sadness within. Now, Heimen felt a strange sense of peace gradually filling his heart, a feeling of fulfillment and happiness.
"I am Kuromon, and the avenging murderer in six cases so far. To facilitate the police investigation, I will now reveal the crimes I committed one by one:"
Wang Fang fell and became trapped in a crevice in a cave, dying of thirst and hunger; Wang Xiuying drowned due to a malfunction in her diving equipment; Wu Zijie, Kong Guoxiang, and Dai Shun were thrown off a cliff because their brakes were not properly maintained; Liu Linshan died after ingesting alcohol while suffering from a cold. And then there was the seventh incident, where Zhou Yong fell into a cave and died.
"My mental state is perfectly normal. All my actions during the revenge were carried out in a clear-headed and premeditated manner. And now, on the last day of the new year, I will sacrifice the remaining three, letting them lose their way in the vast mountains and forests, as a way to wish everyone a happy new year!"
"It's so far from here, Brother Heimen. Are you also recording a video on this trip?"
A pair of delicate arms wrapped around her shoulders, and a coquettish voice came from beside her ear. Hei Men turned his head and, unsurprisingly, saw Lin Yun, Zhang Xiuzhi, and Xie Xiaojuan, two women and one man.
Gently brushing the tip of the girl's nose, Kuromon, as always, adhered to the principle of speaking to people in a human language and to ghosts in a ghost language, smiling indulgently:
"You naughty ones, don't ask me to help you if you say you're tired later! I'm planning to use today's video as my 25th year-end summary, so don't mess with me."
Lin Yun chuckled and pressed on even more persistently: "Then I'll have to assert my dominance in front of the audience even more! By the way, where's Brother Zhou? Isn't he coming?"
Don't misunderstand, the sovereignty here doesn't refer to ordinary male-female relationships, but rather to the "ownership" of something by the upper class.
This wasn't the first time Heimen had accompanied them to an event. In the entire circle, few were more professional than him at ingratiating themselves with and guiding this group of rich kids; he could easily find an excuse to get away with it.
"Brother Zhou's precious sports car was taken by his cousin and is on its way home."
"Okay, let's go then!"
Entering the forest with great enthusiasm, the three of them were completely unaware that a blizzard was rising and cascading down on the distant mountain peaks.
Hoo, ho—
A fierce gust of wind swept through, and Xie Xiaojuan, pulling at her bulging hood, could no longer contain her dissatisfaction. She shouted at the shadowy figures ahead, "I'm not leaving! I'm going back right now, immediately! Hey, did you hear me!"
At the front of the group, Lin Yun brushed the snow off her goggles, which had accumulated in just a few seconds, exchanged a few words with Hei Men, and then irritably approached Xie Xiaojuan, her eyes full of criticism and disgust: "We've only been walking for four hours, and we're almost at the cabin! You even gave Hei Men your bag, what else are you trying to seduce? You slut!"
"What did you say?" Xie Xiaojuan sneered, pressing her forehead against Lin Yun's incredulously, her previous weakness completely gone. "What right do you have to talk to me when you're out here with the dog? If you don't leave, I will! Old Zhang, you come here!"
There was no response to his commands; the cold wind howled, and everything was quiet.
"Lao Zhang?"
Realizing something was wrong, Xie Xiaojuan pushed Lin Yun aside and rushed forward—there was nothing there except a series of deliberately blurred footprints.
In the distance, beside a snow-covered cliff, Hei Men, clutching his injured right arm, squinted and stared intently at the knife in Zhang Xiuzhi's hand, inching backward step by step.
The trail markers and maps from their arrival had all been cleared away, and all the luggage was in the hands of the two men. This was the deepest part of the forest, and with the blizzard raging, the two women had no protective gear or supplies, making their chances of survival zero.
The guy in front of us is a bit troublesome.
Why did you do this? Why did you attack me?
Zhang Xiuzhi clutched his abdomen, which had been slashed open, panting heavily; he was in just as much pain. If it weren't for his special combat training and quick reflexes, that pickaxe blow would have definitely disemboweled him!
Hei Men's steps were unsteady and unpredictable, making it impossible to discern his next move. He chuckled coldly, "Why? Isn't it only natural that a life should be paid for a life?"
With a furrowed brow, Zhang Xiuzhi gripped the dagger and followed, trying to find a weakness in his defenses.
"Just because of the little girl we accidentally hit and killed six months ago? You reacted so strongly back then, was she related to you?"
"Pfft." Kuromon chuckled and pulled a dagger from the side of his backpack. "So you guys still remember the people you ran over? I've really learned something new."
He remembered that she was a little girl who had just turned 10. What a pity.
Six months ago, seeking an opportunity for revenge, he deliberately showed interest in sports cars, persistently pleading and cajoling until he got the chance to watch Wu Zijie and others speeding on the highway. Shortly after the accident, halfway through their drive, they suddenly picked up beers and started singing and making merry. No amount of persuasion could stop them; the car sped up faster and faster, and the surrounding scenery became increasingly blurry.
It wasn't until a loud "bang" came from the side of the car that the group of bastards came to their senses!
Their first reaction wasn't to call an ambulance or to rescue the person, but rather to watch as Hei Men frantically tried to stop the bleeding and provide emergency treatment, while also reporting the incident to their own faction with considerable unease.
Recalling the past, Kuromon was distracted, looking at the pink gloves he was wearing that could never be repaired.
"go to hell--"
The sound of hurried footsteps in the snow came from behind him. Taking advantage of his distraction, Zhang Xiuzhi gripped his knife and rushed toward the black gate!
One step, two steps, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer! Seeing that the pretty boy in front of him seemed to have just come to his senses, and only took a few steps back helplessly, not even having time to dodge, Zhang Xiuzhi revealed a confident smile.
Black Gate kept turning back to confirm its location before finally stopping at one spot.
"Ugh, hahaha... You bastard, come to hell with me!"
The moment the knife tip pierced the internal organs, excruciating pain numbed the nerves like an electric shock.
With all his might, Heimen looped the rope hidden in his hand around Zhang Xiuzhi's belt. Losing his balance, he fell backward toward the cliff behind him, to Zhang Xiuzhi's horrified gaze.
The biting wind stung my cheeks, and the weightless feeling of falling to my abdomen tore at the wound, causing unbearable pain that made me want to cry.
Kuromon initially thought the fall would feel like it would take a long time, since movies often use slow-motion shots to depict the protagonist's movements, but reality was clearly different.
His nerves were gripped by excruciating pain, and within seconds he felt something enormous slap his back!
The immense impact sent shockwaves through his body, leaving him dizzy and with ringing ears. The unfamiliar discomfort almost made him want to vomit. However, the impact seemed to have broken his spine; apart from his upper body, he felt almost no pain in his wounds and legs.
Boom!
Just as his consciousness was fading, Kuromon heard a dull, celebratory thud beside him, and his adrenaline surged, instantly bringing him back to his senses.
Like a child anticipating a birthday present, he turned to his right with a mixture of trepidation and expectation—it was indeed Zhang Xiuzhi. Unlike Heimen, who had fallen in the snow, he hadn't been so lucky; he had crashed into a rock and died instantly.
"Hehe, hahahahaha..."
"I have repaid my parents' kindness, killed all my enemies, am paralyzed from the waist down, and still have the serious crime of murder on my mind... Thinking about it this way, freezing to death in the low temperature with satisfaction and longing in my heart, although it is not perfect, it is not a bad ending."
"I wonder what the world will be like after death. If people can be reborn, next time I will definitely get rid of all constraints and live more freely and unrestrained than anyone else."
Lying in the snow, Kuromon gazed at the distant night sky, silently awaiting death.
The blizzard, like a white veil, blocked the North Star that guided their way, making everything invisible. This also meant that the two people could not use it to determine their direction.
Whether it was ten minutes or several hours later, before his limbs were about to go numb from the cold, Heimen heard rustling sounds coming from the woods not far away.
At first, he thought it was a death hallucination, but reality quickly proved him wrong. A black bear, as large as a small mountain, emerged from the shade of the tree, twitching its nose, and walked towards him step by step.
Below the cliff, a motion camera faithfully recorded the sound of animal teeth crushing flesh and bone.
......
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Slumped to the ground in a disheveled state, Siling covered her left cheek, which was intact but had been gnawed away, as she pulled herself out of her memories.
Revenge, death, awakening, replacement, anger—she finally understood why Karasuma Renya was so strange!
"How about it?"
A voice, so familiar it was almost unbearable, rang directly in her mind through her memory. At the same time, a long, strong hand extended in front of her, politely extending an invitation.
Siling bit her trembling lips, and slowly raised her head along her arm—
The young man with short, gray-brown hair, with his emerald green eyes and his cunning yet gentle voice, stood before me, a half-illusory figure, half-real: "So, how interesting was my past?"