Courtyard House: Home Alone

The only sounds in the room were the female Japanese soldier's suppressed sobs and the baby's innocent babbling in her arms. Looking at Lin Yifan, who resembled a demon, the female Japanese soldier's eyes were filled with extreme fear. She held the child tightly, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Lin Yifan slowly turned around and walked towards her step by step. His face was expressionless, only his eyes were as deep as an ancient, icy pool, making the female Japanese soldier feel despair from the bottom of her heart.

"No...don't kill my child..." the female Japanese soldier pleaded in broken Chinese, tears mixed with fear streaming down her face.

"She's so young...she doesn't know anything...please...let her go..."

Lin Yifan stopped in front of her, his gaze falling on the baby girl who was crying loudly in fright.

The baby girl's cries were clear and crisp, sounding particularly jarring in the blood-soaked room. She was innocent, a fact Lin Yifan knew very well.

A slight wavering crossed his mind, but he suppressed it almost instantly.

He thought of the infants brutally murdered by the Japanese during the Nanjing Massacre, and the countless innocent children who lost their lives in the war. Who was responsible for all of this?

They were their fathers, the "Imperial Army" they spoke of!

Lin Yifan's eyes turned cold again. He looked at the female Japanese soldier and slowly said in fluent Japanese, "When your army burned, killed, looted, and murdered innocent Chinese children like her on Chinese soil, did you ever think of 'letting them go'?"

Remember, if you have someone to blame, blame your sycophantic emperor, blame the politicians who launched the war of aggression, blame your militaristic army and people, blame yourself for coming to the wrong place!

Upon hearing Lin Yifan's fluent Japanese, the female Japanese soldier was first taken aback, then her face showed an even more desperate expression. She knew that begging for mercy was useless.

The person in front of them was not only ruthless, but also seemed to harbor a deep-seated hatred for the Japanese.

Lin Yifan stopped talking nonsense and broke the female Japanese soldier's neck. The female Japanese soldier's head tilted weakly to one side, and the baby girl in her arms fell to the kang with a "thud" because she lost her mother's support. She cried even harder because of the pain and fright.

Lin Yifan looked at the wailing baby girl on the ground, reached out and ended her suffering. A child without parents would surely live a miserable life, and the crucial question was, what if her offspring bore the surname Gao Shi…?

He quickly searched the room, looking through the Japanese shopkeeper's person and other places where money might be kept, and found some Japanese yen and a small amount of counterfeit currency. These things weren't much, but they were better than nothing.

Next, he went to the storerooms in the backyard and stored everything in the four storerooms into his personal space. Then he went to the shop in the front and emptied it of everything as well.

After finishing all this, he glanced at the devastation inside the room and returned to the system space. As soon as he entered the space, the familiar, refreshing spiritual energy rushed towards him, invigorating him.

He immediately went to the spirit spring, drank a few mouthfuls of it, and the blood surging within him from the continuous killing and the violent energy in his heart were quickly calmed down as if washed by the clear spring.

Everything that just happened in the grocery store felt like a suffocating nightmare, and only now could I finally catch my breath.

He sat cross-legged by the spiritual spring, closed his eyes, and began to analyze the battle and actions that had just taken.

From hearing the Japanese innkeeper's remarks to his burning anger and changing plans, to infiltrating and killing, he went through every step in his mind, looking for possible oversights and areas for improvement.

Although the operation went relatively smoothly, he knew that this was because the enemy was completely unprepared and consisted of ordinary Japanese civilians, not well-trained soldiers.

The next time they face Suzuki Heitaro and the heavily guarded consulate, it will certainly not be so easy.

He needs to treat every real battle as an opportunity to accumulate experience and continuously improve his adaptability and combat skills.

About fifteen minutes later, Lin Yifan opened his eyes, his gaze having regained its usual clarity and calmness.

With a thought, he began to take stock of the supplies he had "acquired" from the general store.

Aside from a small amount of Japanese yen and counterfeit currency, the warehouse also contained a considerable amount of rice, flour, cooking oil, canned goods, and some daily necessities.

While these items weren't urgently needed for him at the moment, they were undoubtedly a considerable fortune in the resource-scarce Japanese-occupied zone, at least ensuring he wouldn't have to worry about food in the short term.

He sorted and organized these supplies and stored them in different areas of the system warehouse.

After doing all this, he had a thought and built two wood-burning stoves, one large and one small, next to the space warehouse. Because he had been in a tense state, he had forgotten that he hadn't eaten for almost a day.

I'll have to make more this time. Anyway, time is frozen in the space warehouse, so I can just take it out whenever I want to eat.

He cooked a large pot of rice. In the original owner's memory, there was no recollection of rice. These damned Japanese devils were truly wicked.

Then he stewed a large pot of mutton, which was seized from Shangwu's villa by the field. It was a whole slaughtered sheep, a pig's hind leg, three white-feathered chickens, two large carp, and some other vegetables. This was enough to feed him for a while.

As Lin Yifan stewed the meat, he recalled everything that had happened at the grocery store. He didn't regret his actions; in this chaotic world, mercy to the enemy was cruelty to oneself and one's compatriots.

Those Japanese soldiers poisoned by militaristic ideology, regardless of age or gender, were all potential threats. What he was doing now was simply eliminating these threats in advance and avenging his suffering compatriots.

Soon, the aroma of rice and the savory smell of mutton mingled together, filling the system space. Lin Yifan's stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time, and the tempting aroma only whetted his appetite.

He ladled out a large bowl of rice and a large spoonful of tender, flavorful stewed mutton, and began to eat it eagerly.

"Mmm, it smells delicious!" Lin Yifan sighed contentedly. The rice was white and plump, the mutton was fatty but not greasy, and the soup was rich and delicious. It was the most satisfying meal he had eaten since he transmigrated to this world.

In the original owner's memory, her parents' wages were not low, but they usually ate coarse grains and wild vegetables, and sometimes they didn't even have enough to eat. Now that she thinks about it, they probably managed to send all their money to the cave dwelling.

Thinking of this, his hatred for the Japanese deepened even further. If it weren't for these invaders, how could the people of Beiping be in such a state? How could the people of China be in such a state?

He wolfed down his food, as if trying to make up for all the grievances and hunger he had suffered these past few days. He quickly finished off a large bowl of rice and a large bowl of mutton, and then filled his own bowl for a second.

He didn't put down his chopsticks until he was completely stuffed and couldn't eat anymore, then he let out a satisfied burp.