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Li Nan slowly walked down the stairs, his face expressionless, while the blood-stained mourning clothes he wore swayed with his movements, seemingly reflecting the turmoil within him.
Mo Xiaohui, who was downstairs, was taken aback and rushed to Li Nan's side. "What happened? Why are you like this?"
Li Nan half-extended his arms, remaining silent as he continued down the stairs. Meanwhile, Lingdang'er, who had been wiping the stair railing, stood beside Mo Xiaohui and whispered, "We should go check on Li Dapeng. Brother Nan will be fine!"
Mo Xiaohui, still in shock, suddenly heard Lingdang'er's words and rushed upstairs without thinking. Upon entering the room on the third floor, her eyes immediately fell upon a frail figure cradling a blood-soaked corpse.
Mo Xiaohui's mouth formed an "O" shape; she knew nothing good would come from what was happening upstairs. She had anticipated Xin Qiqi's death but never expected things to escalate to this point.
There stood Li Dapeng, his youthful face contorted with rage, holding a Walther pistol aimed at the door.
Mo Xiaohui trembled as she spoke, "Li Dapeng, what are you doing? Put that down right now!"
Tears streamed down Li Dapeng's cheeks as he leaned against the lifeless body of Xin Qiqi.
Li Dapeng shouted in anguish, "What is going on? Why did she have to die? Why?"
Seeing Li Dapeng in such a state made Mo Xiaohui instinctively fearful. "I... I don't know... this..."
Mo Xiaohui shifted her gaze to Xin Qiqi, who was still in her prime. After calming herself slightly, she tried to comfort him. "In this apocalypse, life and death are normal occurrences. You shouldn't be too..."
Li Dapeng roared in anger, "I saw it! It was Li Nan who killed her! But why? Why would he kill an unarmed girl? Why?"
When Li Nan had asked about the kitchen last night, Mo Xiaohui had already grasped the general situation. She wasn't foolish; after Brother Three's death, Li Nan's questions were clearly thoughtful.
Since last night, Mo Xiaohui had learned who had truly poisoned Brother Three. However, Li Nan had remained silent about it, and as a woman, she felt it inappropriate to speculate on his intentions. The reason she had ignored things downstairs was that she didn't want to interfere too much with Li Nan's actions; as for Xin Qiqi's fate, it was merely her own doing.
However, now that things had come to this point, Mo Xiaohui realized that one thing was wrong: perhaps Xin Qiqi's fate was not solely her own concern but could also involve others. Clearly, at this moment, Mo Xiaohui began to understand the gravity of the situation.
Mo Xiaohui said softly, "Maybe Xin Qiqi did something wrong, or maybe she just couldn't think straight. Things aren't necessarily as you imagine!"
Mo Xiaohui wanted to explain, but Li Dapeng wouldn't listen at all. "It was Li Nan who killed her, it was definitely him..."
Then Li Dapeng looked down and saw Xin Qiqi in his arms, her clothes disheveled, and her body covered in blood from struggling.
Li Dapeng shouted angrily, "Was it Li Nan who wanted to commit violence, and when Xin Qiqi refused, he killed her? It must be like that, it has to be!"
Seeing that Li Dapeng had become obsessed, Mo Xiaohui quickly spoke up, "No, it's not what you think. You have to believe in Li Nan; he is your brother. He saved your life. How can you think of him like this..."
Li Dapeng roared and stood up from the pool of blood, murmuring, "I will kill Li Nan. I will avenge Xin Qiqi. I will..."
Just as Mo Xiaohui was at a loss for what to do, Li Nan had already walked up the stairs confidently. He pushed Mo Xiaohui aside and said, "If you want to kill me, then come and do it!"
Upon seeing Li Nan, Li Dapeng's eyes widened with rage; his cheeks bulged as if Li Nan were the enemy who had killed his father.
Li Nan continued, "If you want to kill me, then do it. Stop hesitating. Are you a man or not?"
Li Dapeng released Xin Qiqi's lifeless body and clasped his hands tightly around the Walther Pistol, aiming it directly at Li Nan.
Seeing this scene made Mo Xiaohui panic; she immediately stepped in front of Li Nan and pleaded with Li Dapeng, "It's not what you think! Absolutely not!"
Li Nan extended one hand and pushed Mo Xiaohui aside. Then he said to Li Dapeng, "I killed Xin Qiqi. I wanted to take advantage of her beauty, but she resisted me, so I accidentally killed her. If you want revenge for her, then go ahead and shoot!"
Li Dapeng was extremely agitated; his hands holding the gun hovered in mid-air as if weighed down by a powerful force, struggling to lower. However, his gaze remained resolute; he was determined to raise the gun barrel. He wanted to avenge the girl he liked.
The wavering Walther finally pointed at Li Nan's chest. At that moment, Li Nan shouted, "I won't look for any excuses for my mistakes. I hope that in the future you will also become a true man!"
Li Nan closed his eyes and gestured to Li Dapeng, saying, "Shoot! Give me a quick end!"
Li Dapeng opened his left eye and made a shooting gesture, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, his trembling body hesitated. What was he doing? He was about to kill someone for the sake of a loved one. Was it right to take another life?
For a twelve-year-old child, the burden Li Dapeng carried was far too heavy, both before and now. Although it was hard to gauge the feelings of a twelve-year-old boy, his anger at this moment was palpable. He wanted to blow up the entire room; he wanted to kill that murderer. He even wished to go with Xin Qiqi!
Half a minute later, when Li Nan heard no sound, he opened his eyes and said to Li Dapeng, "Opportunities in life sometimes come only once. The reason I am willing to die at your hands is to teach you this lesson!" As he spoke, Li Nan threw a piece of broken glass that struck Li Dapeng's ankle.
Li Dapeng felt pain and instinctively bent down. In that instant, Li Nan quickly moved over and struck him on the neck.
Just as Li Dapeng was about to lift his head, the force on his neck suddenly increased. In the last second of his vision, he clearly saw Li Nan's face—an expression that was hard to describe. At that moment, Li Dapeng silently thought, "I want to kill you… I want to kill you!"
Before Li Dapeng's limp body fell to the ground, Li Nan had already reached out an arm and hoisted him onto his shoulder.
The scene unfolded so quickly that Mo Xiaohui barely grasped what had happened before Li Dapeng fainted.
Mo Xiaohui exclaimed, "What are you doing? You can't be…"
Li Nan waved his hand. "I'm taking him to sleep; otherwise, it will be chaotic!"
Hearing this, Mo Xiaohui finally felt relieved and could put down the anxiety that had been stuck in her throat.
Li Nan stripped off his mourning clothes and held them in his hand. Then he turned to Lingdang'er and said, "Take Li Dapeng back to his room and tie up his hands and feet; I'm afraid something might happen!"
Lingdang'er nodded. Although she was just a woman, she still had the strength to carry a twelve-year-old child. Without hesitation, she took Li Dapeng from Li Nan's shoulder and hurried toward his room.
Seeing the back of the boy he had knocked unconscious, Li Nan felt a pang in his heart; it seemed he had been too harsh on this boy.
At that moment, Mo Xiaohui approached Li Nan and asked, "Why didn't you tell him the truth? Why did you say those words?"
"What truth? What words?" Li Nan seemed unable to understand Mo Xiaohui's meaning.
Mo Xiaohui shook her head, "Isn't Xin Qiqi the murderer who poisoned Brother Three? Should her death be blamed on you?"
Li Nan waved his hand, signaling Mo Xiaohui to stop discussing the matter. "I have already admitted it; Xin Qiqi indeed died by my hands. I have nothing to say in defense to Li Da Peng!"
After saying this, Li Nan placed the blood-stained mourning clothes on his shoulder, then extended his hands to carry Xin Qiqi's body. "The dead should at least be given some peace!"
Carrying Xin Qiqi's body, Li Nan walked out of Small Buildings and found a spot near the camp's shooting range to dig a large pit, which would serve as her grave.
When Xin Qiqi's body was laid in the Pit, Li Nan suddenly raised the shovel in his hand, and with each scoop, yellow earth fell onto Xin Qiqi's face and body. Before long, the pit over two meters deep was filled.
As Li Nan prepared to put away the shovel, he noticed a small sapling emerging from the ground about five or six meters behind him.
It was late autumn, and the exposed sapling stood there bare, without leaves or branches, resembling a soft wild grass, quietly awaiting the arrival of winter.
Li Nan glanced at the sapling and immediately threw the shovel at it. He then stepped down hard, uprooting the small sapling.
Li Nan transplanted the sapling onto Xin Qiqi's grave, wondering what this little sprout would look like come spring next year—whether it would be full of new leaves or withered and dead. All of this remained uncertain.
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