This actor is full of tricks.

In the video footage, Wang Qingya dragged the man up the outer wall to the top floor. She was very fast and quickly climbed to the rooftop and crawled inside.

Then she took the man to the outside of the rooftop by herself. The man was suspended in mid-air like a lump of mud, with a bottomless abyss below him. He had no way to struggle and could only hoarsely shout for help.

But Wang Qingya didn't throw the man off. She just stood quietly on the rooftop, gazing at the night, as if waiting for something.

A few dozen seconds later, she opened her mouth and let out a meow. This meow was different from the sharp and piercing ones she used to make; instead, it was full of sorrow, like a mother cat who had returned to her nest after searching for food outside, only to find the cold and stiff corpse of her kitten.

What is this doing?
Lin Jue, who was running at full speed, was stunned and couldn't understand why Wang Qingya was acting this way.

But he soon understood the reason. At this time, the surrounding residents had already fallen asleep. After hearing the noise, many residents turned on their lights, and curious faces appeared behind the windows, cautiously looking in the direction where Wang Qingya was.

"What is she doing?" Cheng Jing couldn't understand.

Lin Jue replied in a deep voice, "She needs an audience."

"What's the point of having an audience?" Cheng Jing still didn't understand.

“She wants others to hear her voice, to hear her cries. She couldn’t find a way to expose her sins while she was alive, and now she’s going to do it,” Lin Jue said slowly.

The rooftop where Wang Qingya was located was the stage, and the surrounding residents were the audience.

What happened next proved his guess was right. In the video, Wang Qingya spoke up: "My name is Wang Qingya. I am a resident of Qingwangyuan Community. I have lived with my grandmother since I was a child. Although we were poor, we were very happy."

"But our peaceful life was completely shattered last August..."

With tears of blood streaming from her eyes, Wang Qingya described those unspeakable things word by word.

“My grandmother’s health was already poor, and she had to take Chinese medicine every day. Because of their commotion, she was very depressed every day, and in November she was diagnosed with liver cancer. This incident caused her condition to deteriorate very quickly, and she didn’t even last six months before she passed away.”

"Even so, they didn't intend to let me go. The last time, they broke into my house, smashed everything, and carelessly threw my grandmother's portrait on the ground and crushed it."

Wang Qingya's voice was loud, almost a roar, each word piercing the heart. On the stage she had built, she recounted all her crimes. Her voice trembled, filled with unbearable sorrow, and every word she uttered was a cry of anger and helplessness.

Like a cuckoo crying blood, every word she uttered echoed in the night sky, impacting the hearts and minds of everyone present.

Cheng Jing never expected that a ghost would reveal those unimaginable crimes in front of the public, and his voice was not heard in the video for a long time.

As you can see, residents with their lights on all around are raising their phones, presumably to record videos. This bizarre revelation of a crime is the first time such a mysterious event has occurred, and the impact of this incident will be unimaginable.

"Why! Why are my loved ones dead, I turned into this, my life turned into a mess, while those guys can still live peacefully in this world, reveling at tables built with our flesh and blood and suffering?"

"My intention was not to kill him, but I wanted to seek justice for myself and get justice for my grandmother!"

As the last sentence was spoken, Wang Qingya released her hand.

Screams erupted from the surrounding residents as the man plummeted and fell heavily onto the concrete ground amidst the terror.

Lin Jue stopped in his tracks. He had just arrived at the scene when he saw a burst of bright red blooming before his eyes.

"Murder! Murder!" Screams rose and fell all around, and the deathly silent night sky instantly boiled over like a pot of oil with firewood lit. One light after another lit up, and more and more audience members filled the stage.

[Scene 5: The cat-faced girl didn't come looking for you. She went to her last enemy and ended the suffering of the victims with her blood.]

The script has been completed.

[Character fidelity rating: 85; Acting rating: 90; Plot rating: 95; Overall rating: S; Average rating compared to the previous script: A; Rewards awarded, upgraded]

[Achieved the final stage of the cultivation technique - Karmic Fire Hell]

Lin Jue ignored the reward and the concept of a "final stage" cultivation technique, instead looking up at the rooftop of the building.

After throwing the man down, Wang Qingya did not leave. Instead, she stood there, bending down and staring blankly at the man's corpse.

Minister Zhou, Cheng Jing, noticed Lin Jue, who had rushed over. The deputy minister of the Xinzhou Inspection Department had a very complicated expression; today's events had greatly impacted him.

"I'll go up and take a look." Lin Jue nodded to the other person and quickly rushed up the building.

He was incredibly fast; he reached the top floor in a minute and slammed open the fire door with a bang.

Unlike before, Wang Qingya didn't run away at the slightest sound. Instead, she sat on the rooftop railing, her legs dangling in mid-air, and soft songs drifted from her lips into Lin Jue's ears on the cold, blood-tinged night wind.

"Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, through the alleyways we'll reach Grandma's bridge."

"Sing, sing, gently calling out 'little girl, little girl'."

"Jump, jump, the stolen apron catches the spring breeze as I run."

"Laughing and laughing, the kite entwines itself around the willow branch."

The singing seemed to touch the softest part of people's hearts. Even the night breeze became gentle at this moment. Wang Qingya stopped singing, opened her hand, grasped a wisp of wind, placed it on her cheek, and murmured softly.

"Sleep, sleep, my little one."

The breeze was like her grandmother's aged hand, which she was holding, gently stroking her face and coaxing her to sleep in the gradually quieting night.

Lin Jue stood there quietly, not disturbing the other person, but letting them enjoy this time in peace.

After a long while, Wang Qingya stood up, her body swaying precariously on the railing, as if she were about to fall.

"Wang Qingya," Lin Jue finally called out to her.

Wang Qingya slowly turned her head, and the first thing Lin Jue saw was her pair of cat eyes.

The cat's eyes held neither the gentleness of Wang Qingya nor the coldness of the cat-faced girl, but rather emptiness, a desolate wasteland where everything had utterly collapsed.

What once sustained these ruins was the desire for revenge, but now nothing remains. (End of Chapter)