Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 330 Abnormal_1

It turned out that human inertia is quite powerful.

Reincarnation shouldn’t be understood as living again, but more accurately as living another life.

That’s because what comes with the memories of a past life are all aspects of that life, including acquired personality traits, interests, and habits.

Even if a deranged killer reincarnates back to a time before their psyche was damaged, they are destined to become a murderer once again.

The saying goes, once you’ve tasted the marrow, you will surely want to taste it again.

Unless you drink Meng Po Soup and completely forget.

Although Xiao Ming wasn’t a murderer in his past life, due to the loss of his soul, he was somewhat twisted and had a dark psyche.

For example, when dealing with investments, he was always capital-oriented; it didn’t matter whether the entrepreneurs had grand dreams. If they didn’t obediently make money, he would crush their dreams and drive them out of the game.

Another example, when punishing evildoers, he liked to determine the level of torture based on their crimes.

If you’re evil, I’m even more evil; if you’re the devil, then I’m the devil king.

Yet another example, although he had done a lot of charity and saved countless lives, he never liked being the good guy. Instead, he raced down the villain’s path, scorned by many "moral and just people," yet took pride in it.

Quite twisted.

But, it must be said, living as one pleases, that was truly exhilarating.

All of this was like a wild, uncontrollable monster lurking in the depths of his heart, ready to burst forth at any moment.

There had already been signs on the gambling boat, immediately followed by a bloody massacre at the Lu Family Ancestral Hall, then Furukawa Shizuka’s drugging, and today’s blood-soaked body with two holes from a blade, sharing a room with a corpse.

Hong Sen’s eyes were wide open in death right across from him, his twisted face reminiscent of a fierce ghost, but Xiao Ming found it more pleasant to look at than when he was alive.

The monster in his heart was stirring, making him somewhat anxious.

What’s taking those people so long? If I don’t see my wife soon, I’m going to transform!

He had previously said Jiang Xue was his guiding light, and this was not merely sweet talk, but the truth.

In this world, the only thing that could firmly restrain the monster in his heart was Jiang Xue.

And only by his wife’s side did he not feel like suppressing desires was an uncomfortable task.

A small green snake poked its head out from his shoulder, its forked tongue sweeping his face as if to memorize his scent.

Xiao Ming lifted his arm to let the snake crawl onto his hand, smiling, "Qing, do you think Mingyue will scold me or scold you when she finds out?"

"She’ll slaughter you!"

"What the fuck! You can speak human language..."

Xiao Ming realize and turned around to see Mingyue standing behind him, fuming.

"Hey! My dear niece, did you come back specially because you were worried about me?

You’re such a good girl! Your uncle will take great care of you in the future."

Mingyue gritted her teeth, "When did you steal Qing?"

"Don’t put it so unpleasantly. Clearly this little guy fell in love with me at first sight, unable to restrain itself, and sneaked into my embrace... Er, just kidding! I’m just joking around with you!"

Watching a patterned spider with furry long legs crawl over, Xiao Ming couldn’t help but submit to the situation.

Despite its small size, its poison was more potent than all the poisons Mingyue carried, able to kill seven or eight adults in minutes.

Mingyue huffed and with a beckoning little finger, the spider "flew" back onto her palm and vanished into her sleeve.

If you look closely, you can see a very fine strand of spider silk sticking to her little finger joint. She was using this to control the spiders.

"Speak up! When did you steal it? How did you steal it?"

"When you were sewing up my wound, I took from your bag this thing that Qing likes most."

As he spoke, Xiao Ming flipped his wrist like a magician and pinched a small glass bottle as thick as a thumb, which contained half a bottle of a sticky, transparent liquid.

Qing immediately wrapped her body tightly around his hand, her forked tongue jabbing incessantly at the bottle, obviously very fond of the liquid inside.

Mingyue’s brows furrowed, and she couldn’t help asking, "How do you know me so well? If someone were spying on me, they could not possibly deceive my precious ones."

Xiao Ming glanced at the time and said, "Can I explain the specifics tomorrow?

I left Qing here because three of the Mad Dogs were poisoned to death. Security Bureau personnel will soon be arriving, and you don’t want to be interrogated as a murder suspect, right?"

Mingyue pursed her lips, "I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Qingfeng can’t come; he’s injured."

Xiao Ming’s expression turned sharp, "Who hurt him? Is it serious?"

Upon hearing this, Mingyue’s gaze finally softened a bit as she turned and left.

"He won’t die. We’ll talk tomorrow."

Qingfeng, that silly and obedient child, had actually been injured. Could it be that the Ye Family had already discovered the teacher’s whereabouts?

Damn it, one thing after another—doesn’t even give me time to catch my breath!

Just as he was feeling exasperated, the door suddenly banged open, and a squad of armed special police rushed in, quickly spreading out to every corner of the suite.

Once they were certain everything was safe, a detective approached Xiao Ming, momentarily taken aback by the neat bandages on him before extending a hand to introduce himself.

Xiao Ming didn’t wait to be asked and poured out the story like spilling beans from a bamboo tube.

Of course, he didn’t say it was the Zhuang Family and the Goryeo thugs who hired the killer, but made it out to be revenge for the Lingnan Airport incident.

The deaths of the Mad Dogs and Hong Sen were also his doing. He even showed them Qing but refused their request to take her away as evidence.

"That’s the situation. If you have no further questions, I’ll take my leave. I need to go home and soothe my wife and daughter," he said.

After speaking, Xiao Ming got up and sat in his wheelchair. Under everyone’s curious gaze, he put on his coat and rolled away from the scene.

"Oh, by the way," he said, turning back just before leaving the door, "my family and child were severely traumatized today. I hope you’ll just get a sense of the situation and not ask too many details. Thanks!"

"Boss, what’s the deal with this guy? Kills people and still acts so arrogant."

A young detective indignantly said to his superior, "I don’t believe his family and child were kidnapped by killers, and yet he knew to bring along professional first aid tools and a snake.

And even if we take ten thousand steps back, let’s say he really has OCD and really brings everything with him, the professional bandaging on his body isn’t something one could do on their own, not to mention there’s not a spot of blood on the gauze.

Boss, if no one else was here before, I’d be willing to gouge out my eyeballs as marbles!"

The superior, also young, glanced at his subordinate and said, "After receiving the assignment, I actually did check on this person. Guess what I found?"

"What?"

"I don’t have the permission to look him up!"

"What the hell!" the young detective exclaimed in shock, "So this guy has a higher clearance level than you, could he be one of those ’legends’?"

The superior shrugged, "Who knows? Anyway, today, no matter what he says, however outrageous, we’ll have to hold our noses and accept it.

Hurry up, stop the chatter, tell the folks below that when they’re asking questions, to be gentle. If anyone dares to play smart, I’ll send him to the archives to retire!"