Global Collapse-Chapter 674 - 640: Writing a copy intermittently in a week_2

Seeing Gu Mian's seemingly affectionate expression, Li Shu trembled all over like a sieve.

He didn't understand how the judge, who had just been radiating a halo of saintliness, could suddenly turn into a psychopath. It shouldn't be like this. It really shouldn't!

At this moment, Gu Mian was instructing Keke to bring Yuan Haotian out of the courtroom.

Keke nodded, navigating the scattered limbs as she hurried into the courtroom.

Not long after, she came out, leading Yuan Haotian who was bound in handcuffs and shackles.

Because of the shackles, it was hard for Yuan Haotian to move freely. He clumsily stumbled along the corridor. Confused, he looked at the chaotic mess on the ground, not quite sure what had happened.

Seeing Yuan Haotian being brought out, Li Shu suddenly realized something and looked at Gu Mian in horror. "You wouldn't... You wouldn't dare..."

"Absolutely," Gu Mian bent down, laughing and showing his pearly white teeth. "Didn't you despise him, hate him, and wish for his immediate death? Didn't you enjoy seeing the desperate and helpless expressions on his face? Don't you just love seeing the impotent rage of those you loathe?

"Tell me, if you were to struggle and die right in front of the person you hate most, if you were to show a desperate and helpless expression before them as you died, wouldn't that thought alone make you want to vomit from disgust?

"How pitiful. You thought you had everything under control, gleefully awaiting the death sentence of the weakling you despise, yet the outcome was the complete opposite of what you imagined.

"Are you angry? Furious? But what can you do about it?"

Gu Mian laughed, holding up Li Shu's gradually distorting face. "You can't do anything, can you? Oh, to see this look of impotent rage, it's truly delightful."

Shit.

Bai Lu muttered another curse word. This time, she moved a bit further away from Gu Mian.

"Then let us all bear witness to student Li Shu's final brilliance together," Gu Mian said, dragging the man in his grasp towards a specific direction.

Li Shu's face contorted as he struggled. He wanted to plead for mercy, but closed his mouth as soon as he saw Yuan Haotian nearby.

He was a psychopath who had murdered an entire family and reveled in this person's suffering. He had even brazenly told this person, "I am the murderer, but there's nothing you can do about it."

This arrogant psychopath always saw himself as superior to his victims and would never allow himself to show any weakness in front of them.

But his constantly trembling body betrayed Li Shu.

Anyone could see he was now terrified beyond belief.

Yuan Haotian saw it too. He looked at Li Shu's shaking body, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

This was the victim trampling on the murderer's psyche.

This was the desperate counterattack of the weak against the strong.

This was an absolute reversal of their statuses.

Seeing that smile, Li Shu went completely mad.

By now, Gu Mian had stopped at a room's doorway.

Coach Che saw where Gu Mian had stopped and gasped in alarm, "Who told him the records room was there!"

His only answer was a LOUD BANG. Gu Mian had already kicked the door open.

The room was small, barely twenty square meters, but it was packed full.

Piles of old files were stacked on the floor, reaching nearly two meters high. On a desk not far from the entrance lay several fresh stacks of A4 paper covered in writing—likely case files for pending cases.

"Got a light?" Li Shu heard Gu Mian's voice from above him.

Keke promptly handed over a lighter.

Bai Lu silently moved a few more steps away from them.

Gu Mian took the lighter, ignited it, and then tossed it into the records room.

The fire spread rapidly through the flammable paper, and within seconds, the entire room was a roaring inferno.

Thick smoke billowed out from the doorway.

Coach Che, who wasn't far away, rolled his eyes and fainted again.

"You want to burn me alive! You want to roast me alive!" Li Shu struggled madly.

Most people who die in fires are first suffocated by the dense smoke before their bodies are burned, so their deaths are often relatively painless.

But this room was nothing but fire.

The moment one stepped inside, they would feel the flames licking at their skin; they might even smell their own flesh roasting before they died.

"That's right," Gu Mian nodded honestly. "Not only that, but we'll be outside listening. All the people you hate will be outside, listening to your struggles, your desperate screams, your agonizing howls, your cries of impotent rage. Fun, isn't it? Aren't you the one who loves to see people in a state of impotent rage the most?"

Hearing this, Li Shu lunged, attempting to grab Gu Mian. "If that's the case, I'll drag someone down with me!"

But he couldn't reach Gu Mian. A pale hand had already seized him, lifted him entirely, and then flung him into the inferno-like room.

And the pale hand thoughtfully closed the door.

Violent wails of agony erupted from behind the door, mingled with curses like, "I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

The person inside repeatedly slammed against the door, trying to break out.

But it was futile. Brother was blocking the doorway; no one could break out.

As time passed, the sounds from inside grew fainter, and the pounding on the door gradually ceased.

During this time, Coach Che woke up once. After learning from other NPCs that the instance had malfunctioned and couldn't be shut down temporarily, he fainted again.

The sounds from the room had completely vanished. Brother moved away from the door and came back to Gu Mian's side.

Gu Mian feigned a moment of sorrow. "He was perfectly fine just a moment ago, how could he be gone already... Well, since things are settled here, I'll return to the courtroom for the trial."

He said this as he started walking back towards the courtroom.

Just then, an ill-timed CREAK echoed through the hallway.

Not far away, Bai Lu's scalp tingled. She stiffly turned her head to look at the door of the room behind Gu Mian.

The door was pushed open a crack from the inside. A charred arm stretched out, filled with endless resentment, and grabbed Gu Mian's ankle.

Li Shu... he's turned into a ghost!

Gu Mian followed the charred arm with his gaze and saw a twisted, gleeful face peering out from the crack in the door.

Its charred lips opened and closed, emitting a harsh sound: "I told you... even as a ghost... I won't let you go."

Gu Mian looked at the hideous face and silently reached for his guitar case.

That day, Bai Lu once again witnessed the dazzling gleam of the chainsaw.

That day, she learned another use for the chainsaw, besides picking locks.

She saw poor Li Shu, just reborn from the flames, scream once more as his life was extinguished under that 'sacred' glow.

He must have been exceptionally regretful at the moment of his second death. Because when the charred head rolled to Bai Lu's feet, she read intense remorse on its blackened face.