Chapter 64

The date had already pointed to May 21st, but the sky was still pitch black. It was early Sunday morning, though most people still referred to it as Saturday night. On a street in Nanguan where high-end residential areas were clustered, He Ping slowly moved forward. In this era, road surveillance was not yet well-developed, with cameras only installed at some major intersections. Moreover, He Ping had activated his stealth mode, making it not difficult to move silently through the city.

His stealth and reaction skills were both at level five. Advancing in a skill level brought many benefits. Besides a deeper understanding of the skill and an improvement in physical attributes, the most significant benefit was that previously usable abilities would be enhanced, with reduced cooldown times and increased duration. For He Ping, although stealth as a new skill could still only be used once a day, the cooldown time for disguise had already been reduced to half a day, and the duration extended to three hours.

Nanguan Victory Road, where the best residential area was undoubtedly Fugui Garden. A "familiar face" of He Ping's lived there! Yes, it was the Jiang Dezhi and Jiang Xiaolong family. Jiang Dezhi and his wife, along with their two sons, lived there. He Ping had come tonight to "visit" this place, but he was visiting their home, not them. He Ping had received accurate information that the entire Jiang Dezhi family had gone to Jiang Deming's house. Tonight, this place was an empty nest.

With ease, He Ping used stealth to avoid everyone's eyes and all the surveillance cameras, entering Fugui Garden. The names of residential areas in this era were straightforward and direct, though some criticized them as vulgar, they seemed to have become a trend. From the names of the residential areas, one could also tell what kind of people chose to live in them. For example, He Xiangdong and Dong Dapeng's family chose Ping'an Garden, while Jiang Dezhi, with his ambitious nature, chose Fugui Garden, which revealed a lot about him.

To He Ping, such a residential area was completely defenseless. He quickly arrived at the Jiang Dezhi family's door based on the intelligence he had gathered in advance. With a flash, he appeared in Jiang Dezhi's home. Looking around, the furniture and decoration here were even more luxurious than in He Ping's home, but the nouveau riche atmosphere was also more pronounced.

After a quick look around, He Ping did not waste time. With a wave of his hand, a wooden box appeared in Jiang Dezhi's home. Yes, he had come here tonight to return these items to Jiang Dezhi, but the way of returning them was not just placing them there. He wanted to give Jiang Dezhi an unforgettable memory.

Thinking of this, He Ping lifted the lid of the wooden box and casually picked up a dagger as long as his forearm, swinging it at a wall. The tip of the dagger embedded itself into the wall to a depth of three centimeters. Satisfied with his work, He Ping nodded and picked up the second one, a machete. He looked at the expensive-looking solid wood coffee table in front of him, raised the machete, and slammed it down. The machete, longer than He Ping's entire arm, pierced through half of the coffee table.

The effect was excellent! He Ping continued his work. The walls and coffee table were just the basics. Every piece of furniture in Jiang Dezhi's home, every wall, was filled with various lengths of controlled knives. Even the electrical appliances like the TV, refrigerator, and washing machine were not spared. The large beds, wardrobes, and desks in the bedrooms were also similarly arranged. Only after He Ping had filled Jiang Dezhi's home with all the controlled knives from the wooden boxes from the third workshop, and left the boxes in place, did he begin to admire his work.

Jiang Dezhi's home had now turned into an incredibly bizarre haunted house. Knives were everywhere, and all the electrical appliances, of course, could not withstand such torture and were already completely broken. The beds and sofas were riddled with holes, with foam and springs flying everywhere. Wooden items suffered the most, as knives could penetrate them deeper and in greater numbers, making them the focus of He Ping's attention.

After finishing this, He Ping chuckled and took out the tomato sauce he had bought in advance from the supermarket. This bright red sauce was like blood, with a certain viscosity that made it hard to evaporate. Holding the tomato sauce, He Ping began his brief career as a street artist, creating various graffiti in Jiang Dezhi's home. Of course, all the graffiti had themes of death, blood, and eeriness.

After completing everything, He Ping used the spatial mirror to return to his bedroom.

A pleasant weekend always passed quickly for students. Everyone seemed to feel they hadn't had enough fun when it was already the day they least wanted to face each week—Monday. Even the exemplary student, the class president of Grade 6, Class 1, Zhao Yuke, who always topped the class, looked sleepy during morning reading, appearing listless. Not to mention problem children like He Ping and Dong Dapeng.

Sitting in his seat, He Ping turned his head to look at a position in the front row of the classroom, which was still empty. It was already morning reading time, and only that one seat was empty in the entire class. Clearly, even if the owner of that seat appeared now, they would still be late. Seeing this, He Ping smiled, a smile that no one else could notice. The owner of that seat was none other than He Ping's arch-nemesis, Jiang Dezhi's youngest son, Jiang Xiaolong!

"Hey! Did you hear? Something seems to have happened at Jiang Xiaolong's house. My dad works for Jiang Xiaolong's dad, and he said that Jiang Xiaolong's dad didn't go to the factory on Sunday. The other leaders in the factory also seemed a bit nervous. Jiang Xiaolong hasn't come to school this morning, so maybe something really did happen!"

"I heard about that too. I have an older cousin who works at the hospital. It seems that a family of four was brought in on Sunday morning. At first, they thought it was food poisoning, but it turned out they were in a state of shock and unconscious. One of them woke up and was babbling about seeing ghosts. My cousin said they even called in people from Qingshan Second Hospital."

"Qingshan Second Hospital? Isn't that the mental hospital? Did they all go crazy?"

"I don't know..."

Morning reading was usually a time for quiet study, especially on Monday mornings when everyone lacked energy and even the strength to chat. But today seemed different. Students were gathering in small groups, discussing topics that were surprisingly similar, all related to Jiang Xiaolong. If summarized, the conclusion would be: Jiang Xiaolong had gone crazy!

[PS: First update of the day!]