My Name is Liu Tsa

After speaking, Su Mo looked towards the camera again, and then he actually turned off the beauty filter.

Next, looking at the camera, he said: "Everyone, time is limited, so I'll start now. The livestream will be banned very soon."

He picked up a syringe filled with deadly cyanide poison, then turned to look at Fan Hong.

"Tell me, should I inject this into your brain or your stomach?

Let me think... forget it, your brain is too dirty, your stomach is also dirty, your whole body is dirty. So..."

As he spoke, he directly inserted the needle into Fan Hong's neck, then quickly injected the poison.

In less than a second, Fan Hong's body convulsed violently, blood flowed from her eyes and mouth, her nose bled, and if her ears had bled too, it would have been a true seven orifices bleeding situation.

Then her expression became twisted, as if experiencing great pain. Within half a minute, Fan Hong had died, the state of her death extremely horrifying.

Turning his head, Su Mo made a hugging gesture, slightly raising both arms, and saying:

"Everyone, this performance is over. See you next time!"

Having said that, he took the initiative to close the livestream. He had been using a voice changer throughout, so it didn't matter, he believed that the livestream had definitely been recorded in many places.

Without caring for Fan Hong's body, he tidied up the scene, changed his clothes, and went out, closing the door.

He retraced his steps back to the parking lot of the club. But instead of leaving directly, he went to wash his feet - he did things that way, pursuing perfection.

If the police checked and found a car had come to the club without receiving any services, there was an extremely small chance of suspicion, so he couldn't take risks.

It wasn't until after 11 pm that Su Mo drove away. Of course, as usual, he disposed of the murder weapons before returning to the archives.

Near Ping An's house, Wei Dongqing and the others waited until midnight, but no one had come.

"Could it be that we were too efficient? Leave a few people here, the rest withdraw. We'll keep watch again tomorrow," Wei Dongqing ordered.

Just then, Li Yang came rushing over.

"Team Wei, take a look at this!"

Wei Dongqing was stunned when he saw the phone. After watching, he regretfully said, "We made a mistake. I should have thought of this - in the eyes of the Executioner there is no law, he only carries out sentences according to his own rules."

With a sigh, he said, "Bring Ping An and let's go. We missed our chance this time, we can only wait for the next opportunity."

Soon, the police left the area, taking Ping An with them.

Although they hadn't caught the Executioner, at least an old case had been solved, so overtime tonight was unavoidable.

In the interrogation room, Wu Xin asked, "Why did you kill Liu Qingsha?"

"I loved her, so I couldn't let her debase herself. I could only kill her. Anyway, she wouldn't have lived much longer," Ping An calmly replied.

"How did you kill her, where's the body?" Wu Xin continued.

Ping An gave a bitter laugh. "She willingly let me kill her. That day, we went to the hills behind together. She said she wanted to be buried in a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers.

She also told me not to turn myself in. I promised, so I never confessed, just waiting for you to come catch me. I didn't expect it to be five years.

Her body is buried in the wild chrysanthemum patch on the hill. Police officers, could you... not disturb her rest any more, okay?"

Wu Xin didn't reply. She turned and left the interrogation room, having no more questions.

Ping An's crime certainly wouldn't warrant the death penalty, perhaps 10-odd years in prison. With good behavior he could be out in a few years. Also, Ping An needed to serve time to comfort his own heart, so he could live out the rest of his life in peace.

"My name is Liu Qingsha. I'm the seventh child in my family. We were poor, believers in Buddhism as I am too.

From a young age I knew people should be kind, gently treating everyone, so the world would be better.

I can't stand to see life harmed. As a child, when playmates bullied small creatures I was very distressed. I would stop them, and sometimes be bullied myself.

But no matter, as long as the animals were alright.

At school my classmates were too naughty and didn't understand much. They often discriminated against and bullied others. I felt helpless but had to do something.

So I always did my bit to make everyone get along harmoniously.

In third grade a classmate called Ping An was very dark-skinned, short, and not good-looking. His clothes were tattered too.

The rest of the class wouldn't play with him. I saw him hiding alone in the classroom whenever class ended, watching everyone else play.

I knew he was very sad. So I decided to be his friend.

I went over and said, Ping An, let's be friends, I like playing with you.

That day Ping An cried, he cried so sadly. I patted his shoulder to comfort him, saying don't worry, we're friends from now on.

From then on we were always together, though sometimes I played with other classmates too.

But Ping An wasn't annoyed. He had a good temper. He liked sitting on the desk watching me play with everyone. After school we went home together.

His family was very poor, their house more tattered than mine. No wonder his clothes were so shabby.

Gradually we grew up. His grades were great, he studied very hard, and so did I. We even agreed to go to Xikang University together.

Finally we were both admitted, fulfilling our pact. I'd thought when we started college we would keep having fun together.

But for some reason he suddenly ignored me, not looking for me or talking to me.

Later I realized why. He was afraid of hindering me from finding a boyfriend. On our first day a boy had asked me for my WeChat - Ping An started ignoring me after that.

Actually I didn't mind, but I knew Ping An liked me. I wasn't stupid, I'd noticed long ago.

But he lacked confidence, feeling he wasn't good enough for me, so kept his distance. I persuaded him to no avail. Men, so hard to understand!

So in the end I let it go. Time would prove everything after all.

The good times didn't last. In my second year I contracted AIDS. I knew it was Fan Hong's doing. Did I hate her?

Yes, but the hatred soon faded. Buddha said, cause and effect is cyclic, all according to conditions and laws.

Perhaps this was my fate!

I knew my life wouldn't last much longer. I understood my body best. So before dying I wanted to do something meaningful.

One day I saw a beggar looking at me full of yearning. I suddenly realized these poor people might never experience love, family, a woman's warmth in their whole life.

So I wanted to give them some beautiful memories. That day I slept with that beggar.

From then on I looked for more bottom-rung people, mostly beggars or disabled people who would never have families, I knew.