Courtyard House: Home Alone

Although the Japanese corporal was also shocked, he was a soldier after all, and quickly calmed down, reaching for his Nambu Type 14 pistol at his waist. However, his hands and feet once again became unresponsive.

He yelled in broken Chinese, "Who goes there? Come out now! You idiot!"

Lin Yifan emerged from the shadows, his face still covered by a tattered cloth, and looked at them coldly.

"It's you?!" The two traitors who were the last to react in the shop recognized Lin Yifan at a glance, and were terrified. "A ghost...a ghost!"

"Who are you? What do you want?" the Japanese corporal asked, his voice trembling with fear. The man before him gave him the feeling of a demon from hell.

Lin Yifan didn't answer; he couldn't be bothered to waste words on these dying people.

"Kill him! Kill him!" These days, traitors are all desperate criminals. The four traitors rushed forward like madmen, swinging their fists.

They saw that Kris Lin had a childlike physique and wanted to take him down by virtue of their numbers.

Lin Yifan's eyes were icy cold. With a thought, he used his spatial power to snap the necks of four people.

In the end, only the Japanese corporal remained. He watched his comrades being killed in an instant, and he cried out in terror, "Sir, spare my life! Sir, spare my life!" He actually regarded Lin Yifan as one of his own, or rather, as someone of a higher level.

Lin Yifan scoffed. This cowardly guy, does he even deserve to be a soldier? He stepped forward.

"No! Don't kill me! I can give you money! I can..." Before the Japanese corporal could finish speaking, he was moved out of the space. Lin Yifan didn't want his space to be filled with the filthy, bloody smell of the Japanese every day.

He followed, sword in hand. With a swift stroke, a severed head rolled to the ground, blood gushing out.

Having eliminated all the enemies, Lin Yifan took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart. With a thought, he threw the corpses of the other four traitors to the roadside, then quickly ran towards Nanluoguxiang.

"System, how many contribution points are there this time?" Lin Yifan asked in his mind as he ran.

"The system detected that the host killed one Japanese military police corporal, contributing 20 points. Four traitors and collaborators were killed, each contributing 8 points, for a total of 32 points. The host has gained a total of 52 positive contribution points in this operation." The system's cold, mechanical voice sounded.

"52 points? Not bad." Lin Yifan nodded in satisfaction; it was more than what he got from the general store last time. It seemed that killing high-ranking Japanese soldiers and notorious traitors earned even more contribution points. "Continue exchanging skill points!"

"Contribution points -50, skill points +2. Current remaining contribution points: 2."

"I'll allocate these two skill points: one to Agility and one to Strength!" Lin Yifan said after a moment's thought. His physique had already improved; now he needed to enhance his speed and explosiveness.

"Skill points -2, Agility +1, Strength +1. Current Agility is 13 points, Strength is 17 points."

Two warm currents surged through his body again. Although they were still faint, Lin Yifan could clearly feel that his movements seemed to be faster and his strength had increased.

"At this rate, it won't be long before I have enough strength to deal with Suzuki Heitaro." Lin Yifan clenched his fist, feeling the power growing within him, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Just as he was about to cross Dongsi Street, a patrol of Japanese soldiers suddenly emerged from the street ahead. Lin Yifan quickly hid in his own space. It was still martial law period, and the streets were full of Japanese soldiers. Some places were being searched overnight, so he had to be careful.

As the Japanese soldiers walked past him, his mind started racing again. These were all walking contribution points! It was such a waste to let them slip away right in front of him. "No, I have to follow them and collect them."

Lin Yifan held his breath, watching the eight-man Japanese patrol gradually disappear into the distance, their footsteps echoing in the quiet street. He didn't follow immediately, but patiently waited a moment, making sure there was nothing else around, before using spatial teleportation to catch up.

Like a hunter in the dark, he silently followed behind the patrol.

These Japanese soldiers were clearly on night patrol duty. Their steps were orderly, but their vigilance was not very high. They probably felt that there would be no danger in Beiping, especially in this relatively "safe" area.

He followed along, observing the terrain. The Japanese troops were advancing along a relatively wide street, with most of the shops on both sides closed. Because of the martial law, there were no pedestrians on the street.

The opportunity soon arrived. There were no streetlights ahead, and Lin Yifan's eyes narrowed; he decided to make his move right there. With a thought, he appeared behind the last Japanese soldier in the blink of an eye.

The Japanese soldiers in front had no idea that a killing god had appeared behind them. The patrol continued to advance, and Lin Yifan reached out and put the last Japanese soldier into his spatial storage.

Then came the second, the third... and the fifth. When it came to the sixth, the two Japanese soldiers in front seemed to have noticed something, because they realized that there were no more footsteps behind them.

Just as he was about to turn his head to take a look, Lin Yifan took a step forward and stretched out both hands towards the two Japanese soldiers in front of him at the same time.

Almost the instant the two Japanese soldiers turned their heads, Lin Yifan's hands had already precisely placed on their shoulders.

Without any room to struggle, the two only felt a flash of white light before their eyes, and their bodies lost control. The next second, they found themselves in that familiar white space.

The entire process was so smooth and seamless that not a single unnecessary sound was made, as if this group of Japanese soldiers had never existed.

Lin Yifan stood there, taking a light breath. He had just used his spatial abilities repeatedly, which had slightly increased his mental energy consumption compared to usual. However, looking at the empty street behind him, he felt a surge of exhilaration.

"Eight Japanese patrolmen, that should earn us a lot of contribution points."

He quickly left the scene, found a secluded corner, and re-entered the system space. As soon as he entered, he heard a cacophony of wails and howls.

Eight Japanese soldiers, dressed in identical uniforms, were trapped in a white space, their fear, anger, and despair intertwined, creating a chaotic scene.

Lin Yifan didn't bother with any words. He directly used his spatial power to snap the necks of eight Japanese soldiers, then stood beside the corpses, slightly panting. "System, tally contribution points."

"The host has been detected to have killed one Japanese corporal, contributing 20 points. Seven Japanese privates have been killed, each contributing 15 points, for a total of 105 points. The host has gained a total of 125 positive contribution points in this operation."

"125 points!" Lin Yifan was overjoyed. This harvest was indeed huge! It seems that dealing with such organized patrol teams, although risky, is also rewarding.

"Redeem skill points now!"

"Contribution points -125, skill points +5, current remaining contribution points 0."