47 Getting Away with It

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Summer’s words, “I’m going to die again,” instantly pushed my fear to its peak. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t find this phrase particularly terrifying, but given what had happened before and the fact that my emotions were already hanging by a thread due to Qing’er’s corpse, my heart was especially alarmed at that moment.

I remembered the last time Summer said she was going to die—I almost died beneath the cemetery, nearly thrown into a high-temperature cremation furnace by Huang Quan. If it weren’t for Bai Ye coming to my rescue at the last moment, I would have turned to vapor by now.

The first time Summer emerged from that terrifying wax figure, she gave me a finger. If she hadn’t handed me that finger, which was enough to open the fingerprint lock of the underground base, I would have surely perished in the Dawn underground base.

Just take the most recent incident at the infant care facility in Dawn. Summer said something inexplicable to me: “He is him, I am me.” What did that even mean?

No matter what, I knew Summer was far from an ordinary little girl. She seemed to hold countless secrets, knowledge that surpassed everyone else’s.

Therefore, when she said I was going to die again, it was by no means an exaggeration. Even if I didn’t truly die, it was bound to be a terrifying, life-threatening event.

So I threw caution to the wind, no longer afraid, and hurriedly asked Summer, “Summer, what exactly are you saying? Why am I going to die again?”

Summer stopped giggling and just looked at me, her eyes returning to their usual hollow state. That gaze was truly strange—like there was nothing there, pure innocence and naivety. Yet it also seemed to see through everything, hiding something deep, aloof and disdainful.

Her body was buried inside Qing’er’s corpse. I couldn’t fathom how she managed to conceal herself within another’s body and still move around.

Soon, she spoke: “Brother, he is him, you are you. If he dies, you will die too. If you die, you will die again.”

The tone in which Summer said this was eerie, like chanting a spell, or like a ghost possession scene from a horror film. It felt as if the words, though coming from her body, belonged to another spirit.

Her words startled me, and I shuddered involuntarily, but I had to imprint them in my mind. I believe one day I will understand their meaning.

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I pressed further, “Summer, then tell me—who exactly is brother? Why must I die? What does it mean that I have already died?”

Suddenly, Summer collapsed to the ground, crawling out from Qing’er’s corpse. She tossed out a sentence: “If you don’t take this body back, you can’t impersonate Brother Huang Quan.” Then she climbed out of the carriage. When I peeked outside, she had vanished—not hiding in another compartment, but actually running away. Truly a peculiar little girl.

After Summer left, I quickly closed the carriage door. After all, there was a corpse inside. If the conductor found out, I would be in deep trouble.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and I was the only passenger in this carriage. The conductor wouldn’t disturb me before the station arrived, so I had enough time to deal with Qing’er’s body.

I inspected Qing’er’s corpse. Her blood had long since dried; her internal organs were removed, and a large portion of flesh was missing—especially from both thighs. That was why Summer could hide inside—Qing’er was just a human shell, a hollow shell. Still, Summer was impressive, able to move inside such a corpse and board the train without arousing suspicion. She must have received professional training. Whoever devised this was truly twisted.

I didn’t know who Summer really served—Assassin Chen Mu? Or Huang Quan? I recalled a murder video I saw at Chen Mu’s research center, where Chen Mu killed a young woman but spared her daughter, taking the little girl away. That girl grew up to be Summer. Logically, Summer should be serving Chen Mu, and the “brother” she mentioned must be Chen Mu, especially since Bai Ye was familiar with her.

But now, she was warning me to bring Qing’er’s corpse, almost helping Huang Quan replace me so I could better impersonate him without slipping up.

Soon I came to terms with it; Summer was probably still helping me, or more precisely, she and Bai Ye were on the same side. Looks like I need to find time to ask Bai Ye more about Summer. Too bad Bai Ye never gave me contact info—he’s like a dragon seen only in glimpses. Otherwise, I’d call him over for answers right now.

Then I started handling Qing’er’s body. I had a suitcase. Normally, a corpse wouldn’t fit, but since Qing’er’s upper body was hollowed out, I folded it a few times and managed to stuff it in. Including the head, it was cramped; the suitcase looked awkward and Qing’er’s head was flattened. I guessed this would cause trouble when I met her godfather, Old Hei, but as Summer said, if I didn’t bring back Qing’er’s corpse, it would be unreasonable.

After dealing with the corpse, I barely slept all night. First, I couldn’t relax with a corpse in the carriage—not because I feared it would come back to life, but I worried someone might discover it. Luckily, the blood had dried, and Summer had treated it, so there was no foul smell.

Secondly, I kept thinking about Summer’s words—that I was going to die. Clearly, danger loomed, likely from Old Hei or Huang Ju. I began to hesitate, reluctant to impersonate Huang Quan. But the arrow was drawn with no turning back. I could only hope Bai Ye would continue to be elusive and protect me.

I also thought of Jin Ze. Honestly, I couldn’t help but be upset with him. If he hadn’t been deceived by Huang Quan and had discovered the truth sooner, I wouldn’t have suffered so much. Yet at the same time, I worried about Jin Ze. He was capable, but Huang Quan was no fool. With such a ticking time bomb beside Jin Ze, would Huang Quan one day kill him? After all, he was impersonating me, giving him many opportunities to strike.

The thought jolted me awake. I took a deep breath to steady myself. No—I had to be strong, keep going, expose the conspiracy, and bring the truth to light. If not for myself, then for Jin Ze.

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The night passed quickly, and at dawn, I arrived at the station. I immediately carried the suitcase with Qing’er’s corpse out of the train station. Fortunately, everything went smoothly with no security checks.

Following the information, I headed straight to Huang Quan’s home—a small villa with a courtyard, quite upscale.

As soon as I stepped inside, I saw a man and a woman. The woman, seated on the sofa, appeared to be in her forties but well-maintained, exuding an intellectual aura. I knew she was Huang Quan’s mother, Huang Ju, possibly my biological mother as well.

The man standing behind Huang Ju was no ordinary person. Though unremarkable in appearance, he carried the air of a great general—calm and composed, with a faint murderous aura. Especially his dark face, where a patch of flesh was missing, the recessed scar looked terrifying.

I knew he had to be Old Hei. I cleared my throat and imitated Huang Quan’s voice, calling out, “Mom, Uncle Hei.”

I was nervous about mimicking Huang Quan’s voice, afraid of being found out. But Bai Ye had taught me before, saying our vocal cords were almost identical. Even Qing’er hadn’t noticed any difference, so this time I was more confident.

Sure enough, no one suspected a thing. Huang Ju said nothing, but Old Hei remarked, “Xiao Quan, the mission’s done, right? Seems you paid quite a price.”

I placed the suitcase on the ground and opened it, revealing Qing’er’s corpse. I said, “Uncle Hei, Qing’er is dead. I couldn’t protect her. I could only bring back what’s left of her body.”

Old Hei’s face darkened further at the sight, but he bit his teeth and said nothing.

Suddenly, Huang Ju stood and came beside me. She looked at me, making my heart leap to my throat, afraid I’d be exposed.

But she quickly said, “Quan’er, there are things you need to know—the truth about your father and the secrets of your origin.”