The warehouse key was only held by Wang Defa.
The computer that could view the surveillance was only accessible by Wang Defa.
On the day the police came, the surveillance cameras were not turned on.
When Qin Siyang couldn't find the surveillance footage from the morning of January 3rd, he was already ninety-nine percent sure he could deal with Liu Dazhi.
But he still confirmed with Wang Defa multiple times to ensure there were no mistakes.
To avoid any loopholes that might lead him to misjudge Liu Dazhi's trump card, thereby exposing himself and inviting trouble.
In the end, all the evidence conveyed one message to Qin Siyang.
Liu Dazhi was bluffing.
The so-called "surveillance screenshot" simply did not exist.
Liu Dazhi probably never dreamed that Qin Siyang would find a way to discover his weakness from Wang Defa.
After all, in Liu Dazhi's eyes, Qin Siyang was just a reckless little thug.
Qin Siyang walked along the dim street, gazing at the starry sky and the gods, feeling relaxed and joyful.
He could finally rest easy and sentence Liu Dazhi to death.
Although it had only been two days since Liu Dazhi threatened him.
But for Qin Siyang, it felt like years, and he couldn't wait any longer.
He sprinted, wanting to reach Liu Dazhi's home as quickly as possible.
He quietly approached the door of Liu Dazhi's residence, a very shabby two-story wooden building with four or five households on each floor.
Liu Dazhi's place was the fourth door on the left on the second floor.
When Qin Siyang arrived, he saw a pile of garbage at Liu Dazhi's doorstep.
The stinking trash had attracted many flies, but these flies all had three or four eyes, looking as if they had mutated after the apocalypse.
The scene at the door immediately reminded Qin Siyang of Liu Dazhi's sloppy appearance.
Qin Siyang walked up to the door and knocked on it with his sleeve.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Who is it? It's so early, why are you knocking?"
Qin Siyang lowered his voice, pretending to be a man in his thirties: "Neighbor. The garbage in front of your door stinks too much, move it away quickly!"
From inside came Liu Dazhi's impatient voice: "Are you crazy? What's it to you? The garbage isn't blocking the passage, just go your way!"
Seeing that Liu Dazhi wouldn't open the door, Qin Siyang shouted directly: "Damn it, open the door! If you don't throw the garbage away, I'll burn your house down!"
"Burn it, I live on the same floor as you. If you burn my house, your house will suffer too! I don't believe your house can grow legs and run away!"
Liu Dazhi's unruly attitude made things a bit difficult for Qin Siyang.
Of course, he could use his Sequence Ability to break in directly.
But that would leave traces, alerting the police that a Sequence Ability User committed the crime. This would lead to all Sequence Ability Users in the area being closely watched.
Such a situation would not be favorable for him to reveal his identity as a Sequence Ability User in the future, and he might attract the attention of the Police Bureau.
Therefore, he needed to create a scene of home invasion and murder.
"If you don't open the door, I'll just block you here and wait you out! Let's see how long you can stay cooped up inside! I don't believe you don't have to go to work! When you do, I'll complain to your boss!"
In this impoverished place, finding a job was not easy, even being a net café attendant was a decent source of income.
Liu Dazhi might not care about other things, but this job, he definitely cared about.
Not just for the salary.
More importantly, if he couldn't continue working at the internet café, where else could he find Qin Siyang to demand money?
The only place they could meet had always been the internet café.
Sure enough, Qin Siyang hit Liu Dazhi's weak spot.
Inside, Liu Dazhi's aura immediately weakened.
"Alright, alright, I'm afraid of you, I'll throw the garbage away later."
"I'm giving you face, throw it away now! Immediately!"
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll put on some clothes and come out to throw it."
The sound of clothes rustling, Liu Dazhi came to the door and unlocked it.
Before he could finish speaking, he lost consciousness and fainted.
Qin Siyang controlled his strength and delivered an uppercut to Liu Dazhi's jaw the moment the door opened, knocking him out.
Then he quickly slipped inside, supporting Liu Dazhi to prevent the sound of his bulky body hitting the ground from alerting the neighbors.
After closing the door behind him, he dragged Liu Dazhi into the inner room in one smooth motion.
After tying Liu Dazhi up, Qin Siyang stuffed his mouth with his smelly socks and began to ransack the house.
There wasn't much wealth in Liu Dazhi's home, just a few hundred copper coins.
Qin Siyang pocketed the money, creating the illusion of a home invasion robbery.
After busying himself for a while, he heard a "mm-mm" sound from behind.
Turning around, he saw Liu Dazhi had woken up, staring at him in horror.
Qin Siyang noticed Liu Dazhi's jaw seemed a bit twisted and shook his head.
It seemed he hadn't controlled his strength well and had broken Liu Dazhi's jaw.
This wasn't good.
He saw a baseball bat in Liu Dazhi's house, picked it up, and walked over to Liu Dazhi, aiming at his jaw.
Liu Dazhi shook his head desperately, trying to plead for mercy, then his eyes turned fierce, as if threatening Qin Siyang.
Qin Siyang said nonchalantly, "I had a chat with Wang Defa today, guess what?"
Liu Dazhi froze, his eyes twitching, looking at Qin Siyang's smile as if he had seen the King of Hell.
"Mm-mm!"
Liu Dazhi shook his head desperately, his face panicked. Even with his mouth stuffed with smelly socks, Qin Siyang could guess what he wanted to say.
Nothing more than "I was wrong," "I won't dare again," "Spare me," and other meaningless words.
Qin Siyang glanced around Liu Dazhi's house, filled with various comic books and novels.
He shook his head and sighed, "You don't even have a computer at home, yet you dare to boast like that."
With that, Qin Siyang ignored Liu Dazhi.
He swung the baseball bat, hitting Liu Dazhi's jaw again with controlled force.
This time, Liu Dazhi's jaw twisted even more, the jawbone shattered into several pieces.
"Well, this should be unrecognizable now."
Liu Dazhi was in so much pain he nearly fainted, his triangular eyes filled with tears.
Qin Siyang went to the kitchen, took out a bucket of cooking oil and a knife.
"Greed comes with a price."
"I'm here to collect that price."
To avoid getting blood on himself, Qin Siyang used a method he had devised for a long time.
He picked up a few books, wedged the knife between them, and stood it on the ground.
Then he measured the distance and pulled Liu Dazhi up.
"Mm-mm!"
Liu Dazhi was still pleading for mercy.
Qin Siyang braced Liu Dazhi's feet, then gave his back a push. The immense force caused Liu Dazhi to fall to the ground, his heart pierced by the upright knife.
"Mm-mm..."
Qin Siyang lifted Liu Dazhi again, poured cooking oil all over his body, and set the house on fire.
Seeing Liu Dazhi's body consumed by flames, and after piling the blood-stained books and other books in the house on him to burn, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Once the house was fully ablaze, Qin Siyang left the house, went downstairs, and shouted loudly, "Fire! Run for your lives!"
Hearing his shout, people immediately came out to check, discovering Liu Dazhi's home engulfed in flames.
"Fire! It's really on fire! Quick, put it out!"
"Put out what fire! How do you save a wooden house! Grab your valuables and run!"
He hid in the shadows, watching as everyone in the building evacuated before leaving with peace of mind.
In his heart, he silently recited, "To avoid the Scent Sniffers, I must set the fire, even if it implicates innocent people. Not letting you die here is the most I can do."
To avoid leaving too much of his scent here, he carried a bag full of food and used his Violence skill to sprint at full speed towards the school.
He specifically chose alleyways to avoid drawing attention from passersby.
While running, he found a stinking ditch and threw all the copper coins he had taken from Liu Dazhi's house into it. Only when he saw the coins submerged in the sewage did he leave with peace of mind.
Due to his strong physique and the threefold agility boost from Violence, it only took him five or six minutes to escape from Liu Dazhi's house to the vicinity of the school.
Moreover, Qin Siyang was unfazed, not even breaking a sweat on his forehead.
From leaving home to arriving at school, only twenty minutes had passed.
"Time was managed well."
Qin Siyang smiled slightly.
Twenty minutes, although a bit slower than his usual school commute, was still acceptable.
An almost perfect alibi.
Hopefully, the Police Bureau would quickly classify this case as a home invasion robbery.
In a few days, once the heat died down, he should go to the Sequence Ability User Administration Bureau to register.
"This feeling of having someone hold your throat is more painful than suffocation. I must be careful and cautious in the future, never letting anyone catch me again."
Arriving at school, he maintained a calm demeanor.
No one could imagine that just over ten minutes ago, he had killed someone.
Qin Siyang didn't go directly to the classroom but headed to the library.
Teacher Zhu was already sitting in the library, sipping hot water.
"Oh, Student Little Qin, why are you here so early again?"
"I'm here to help. You just sit back. Some students might come to borrow exercise books in the morning, and I'll help with the registration."
"That's not good! Your priority now is studying! I don't need your help here, hurry to your morning self-study!"
Qin Siyang grinned, "Teacher Zhu, you know my grades. What's the difference whether I study or not?"
"Instead of wasting time in the classroom, I'd rather help you clean up the library, don't you think?"
"You child... sigh."
Qin Siyang had resolved what needed resolving; the rest was just waiting for things to unfold.
In the classroom, there was no more useful information about Sequence Ability User advancement from yesterday's inquiries.
Sitting idly in the classroom wouldn't bring any sudden insights.
Better to help Teacher Zhu with her workload.
Qin Siyang put down the bag with his lunch box and stood at the book lending desk, waiting for students to borrow exercise books.
"Hello, I'd like to borrow..."
Hearing a muffled female voice, Qin Siyang looked up and was surprised to see Wen Shu.
But her face seemed even more swollen than yesterday.
Qin Siyang frowned: Is this Li Jingwen still daring to make a move? Does she really not want to be with Zhou Yang anymore?
But upon closer inspection, he found Wen Shu's swollen face was due to bruising, not new injuries.
Wen Shu was also a bit surprised to see Qin Siyang, lowering her head without making eye contact.
Qin Siyang registered her borrowed exercise book, then casually asked, "Is your grandmother worried?"
Hearing this, Wen Shu looked up at Qin Siyang, but he couldn't decipher the meaning in her eyes.
Was she looking at him like a weirdo?
Wen Shu shook her head, "She doesn't know."
"Doesn't know?"
Wen Shu didn't answer further, picked up the exercise book, and left.
After she left, Teacher Zhu said, "Her grandmother is old, and I heard she became blind two years ago, can't see anything, and relies on Wen Shu to take care of her, so she might not know about her swollen face."
"Sigh, I don't know who hit her so hard, even a good and obedient student like Wen Shu got beaten. This school is getting worse every year."
Teacher Zhu complained to Qin Siyang about the declining school spirit, feeling quite emotional.
She had been teaching at Ju'an School since before the apocalypse, dedicating most of her life to it, and had deep feelings for the school.
So seeing the students becoming increasingly self-destructive was hard for her to bear.
Qin Siyang comforted Teacher Zhu for a while, pondering over what she said about Wen Shu's family situation, and sighed. His own life was miserable enough, yet he still didn't wish misfortune upon others.
He also thought about the people he had just rendered homeless by burning down the house, and a wave of guilt washed over him.
But he had no choice; people had to live for themselves.