Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 151.022. The Deceased

Seeing his serious expression, Haruko Sada also became nervous and obediently nodded.

Jin Ziyue glanced at it, then walked like a passerby to a blind spot in the surveillance footage. A moment later, a man in a black trench coat swept past from the other end of the street.

He turned and entered Haruko's stepfather's house.

A faint smell of blood wafted from the mansion, and through the half-open door, one could vaguely see the dim interior and the scattered objects.

Jin Ziyue's brows furrowed slightly as he gripped the umbrella in his hand, cautiously probing.

There were no obvious signs of a death sentence inside the house, so the perpetrator must have already left.

He used the tip of his umbrella to pry open the unlocked door, and in the sunlight streaming in, he could see a man slumped against the wall beside the straw mat.

Half of his face was a bloody mess, soaked in blood from his right shoulder down, revealing the stark bone beneath. Before his death, his eyes bulged, his jaw gaped open, and most of his body was pockmarked with wounds—marks of being torn apart by the White Walkers.

I'm late.

The White Walkers have actually tracked us down here.

Jin Ziyue walked up to the man, the sunlight streaming into the room falling on his shoulders, his slanting shadow like a protective umbrella for the man's remains.

His flesh and tissues were already undergoing a second activation. Like wriggling caterpillars, they intertwined and tangled. Once the adhesion was complete and the wounds healed, a completely new White Walker was born.

Jin Ziyue took out latex gloves from his pocket and put them on. He picked up the man's wrist. The lividity had already congealed. Because the body was activated by the Otherworld virus, it was not completely stiff, but remained supple with a cold touch.

Judging from the bite marks, this White Walker's mouthparts were about three inches long, and the teeth marks were neat, indicating that it was more concerned with its appearance and was not the type known for its tearing ability.

The room was in disarray, and the deceased struggled upon discovering the White Walkers, indicating that the White Walkers did not kill him immediately. Furthermore, the body was intact, suggesting it wasn't intended for consumption.

Rather, it was to extract certain intelligence.

Suddenly, the corpse shuddered, its entire body undulating.

This is excess bioelectric current from the White Walker's cellular activity, telling Jin Ziyue that this guy is about to become a White Walker.

If they fail to extract information, some White Walkers will choose to turn the criminals into White Walkers. When even humans are no longer human and the race is overthrown, there is no point in holding onto so-called information.

But if they were really waiting for him to turn into a White Walker, they should have taken him away; if they didn't, then this innocent man is probably no longer of any use to them.

The time of death was approximately eight hours ago. Analyzing the timeline carefully, that period was about an hour after Jin Ziyue left the brothel and returned to his rented apartment.

The other side has launched a brutal counterattack.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that Haruko Sada hadn't returned to her stepfather's house, so the dead man couldn't provide any information.

"what--"

Through the crack in the door, the girl covered her mouth in disbelief.

The moment she saw her stepfather's dead body, her face turned deathly pale.

Haruko Sada's voice trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Was it done by those monsters?"

Jin Ziyue responded with silence.

She didn't get a response from Jin Ziyue, and walked in with her head down.

Tears fell to the ground.

Haruko Sada walked over shakily, wanting to examine her stepfather's face closely.

Suddenly, the man with half his face disfigured rolled his eyes back and let out a loud roar: "Roar!"

It sprang up, its hands stained with its own blood, and tried to grab the stranger who was walking towards it.

"Ah!" Haruko Sada was terrified. She looked at the man's face so close to hers, his teeth slowly turning sharp, his skin as gray as dead tree bark, and his hair loss obvious.

Its eyes were lifeless, filled only with a bloodthirsty instinct.

The monster roared, only a meter away from Haruko Sada, but could not get any closer.

Jin Ziyue slapped the mutated man's hand, then with a twist, dislocated it behind his back and simultaneously gripped its neck.

The White Walker could only reach forward with his other hand, but he could not even reach a meter.

Looking at the unfamiliar faces, Haruko Sada felt both frightened and heartbroken.

"Roar!"

"It's beyond saving," Jin Ziyue warned.

Haruko Sada took two steps back, lowered her head, and her hair concealed her expression.

She slowly bowed and knelt down, kowtowing twice to the immobilized White Walker.

"Boom, boom."

As Haruko Sada stood up, her eyes were filled with tears: "Please, help him find relief."

Jin Ziyue nodded, pulled out the sleeve knife from inside his trench coat, and cut into the other person's brainstem.

After a vital part of the White Walkers' nervous system was removed, they also lost their vitality.

"Thud." The White Walker's eyes rolled back and it collapsed to the ground.

Sunlight fell on the man's face, and his ashen skin, as if exposed to flames, first wrinkled and darkened, then twisted into a knot, like pieces of tree bark peeling away.

In the inner courtyard, Jin Ziyue and Sada Haruko stood side by side.

I watched my stepfather lie down in the makeshift mourning hall, letting the sunlight send him off on his final journey.

Soon, the withered body was reduced to a skeleton wrapped in clothes, and not long after, the skeleton, under the sunlight, turned to ash and could no longer support the body, and was swept away by the wind.

Haruko Sada quietly cut out a piece of fabric and carefully held it in her hand.

"I want to use my ability for one more night, please wait for me one more night, is that okay?" she asked.

"Ah."

“My mother is dead, my father has passed away, and now my mother’s boyfriend has left.” Haruko Sada murmured, “I don’t know what to do.”

Jin Ziyue didn't reply immediately, but simply let the girl lean against him and gently stroked her head.

"It will be alright," he said softly.

……

In the Valley Dragon Hall, an old man and a shifty-eyed man stood in the middle, while in the outer hall were the three people from last night's unsuccessful search.

"Lord Wen, the Cloud-Turning Hand is gone," Qing Yise reported.

“We found signs of a struggle at the scene, with two bloodstains, one from a White Walker and the other from a human. It seems the customer has met with misfortune.”

"Hmm." The old man stood with his hands clasped in front of the hall, gazing at the ancient painting of a blue dragon coiled around the main hall.

"I told you not to get into a conflict with the White Walkers at this critical juncture, why won't this guy listen?" the matchmaker sighed.

"The White Walkers here are not the cowardly wretches in the zoo of District 9 who have lost their ferocity. Although it is only natural for Fatebringers to kill White Walkers, there are no way to kill them all."

"Lord Wen, should we still look for the Cloud-Turning Hand?" Although Qing Yise disliked the old man, he was still a fellow traveler, so she decided to try to persuade him.

"No need. It's best to live. If I die here, it's my fate." The old man's tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care about his life or death at all.

Qing Yise felt a chill in his heart and said nothing more.

Chu Binlin listened quietly to these trivial matters before saying, "As far as I know, yesterday's commotion was caused by an explosion at a brothel. Someone broke in and clashed with the brothel's ghosts, and Cloud-Turning Hand... doesn't seem like the kind of person who would cause such a conflict."

"What do you mean?" Qing Yise didn't understand.

Chu Binlin chuckled: "Just like how Thirteen Orphans wouldn't smash up a casino, a seasoned john wouldn't cut off his own source of pleasure."

Qing Yise's face flushed slightly, revealing a hint of disgust.

(End of this chapter)