Chapter 1235 — You, Kill Yourself!
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"What's the matter? Did I see right through you? Cat got your tongue?" The man gave a smug snort. "Let me tell you, playing these games in front of me — you're still too green! You say you're this girlie's boyfriend — that I believe. But that you came up here to die with her — that I don't! There are cops all over down there. Would they let an ordinary civilian come up? Don't think I don't know — whoever let you up here, how much responsibility would they have to shoulder?"
"What exactly are you trying to say? If you've got something to say, say it straight. Cut the crap!" Wei Zhao said coldly.
"Don't want to hear it? But I'm determined to finish! My brilliant powers of deduction — if I don't show them off, I'd be doing myself a disservice!" The man continued. "So the only possibility is this: you yourself are a cop, or a member of the Mysterious Investigation Bureau — and at the same time, this girlie's boyfriend! You didn't come up to die with her. You came up to seize the chance to subdue me! If I'm not mistaken, you were planning to lunge forward and dislocate my jaw with a single blow, weren't you? So I'd have no way to bite down on the poison and kill myself?"
"Hmph!" Wei Zhao gave a noncommittal snort.
"Let me tell you, it's a good thing you didn't try it — otherwise you'd already be dead!" The man said with insufferable smugness. "My poison is hidden in the upper part of my mouth. One hard lick with the tongue and it breaks. Nothing to do with my teeth!"
"Hmph!" Wei Zhao's answer was still a cold snort.
"What's the matter? Nothing left to say? These little tricks of yours — in front of me, they amount to nothing!" The man looked at Wei Zhao with contempt. "Idiot! Want to take me on? Come back after another ten years of training!"
"Are you done with your nonsense? What exactly do you want to do?" Wei Zhao asked, as though losing patience.
"Having your hopes crushed by me — does it hurt? Do you regret coming up here? But there's no medicine for regret in this world. Regretting it won't do you any good!" The man looked at Wei Zhao and laughed. "What's the matter? Feeling pretty stifled inside?"
"Are you finished yet?" Wei Zhao cut him off. "If you've got business, get to it!"
"Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant your wish!" The man gave a cold laugh and said with some displeasure. "I was going to let you live a little longer, but you don't appreciate the chance. So there's nothing I can do."
"What do you mean?" Wei Zhao asked in return.
"See that long blade on the ground? Now we're going to play a suicide game!" The man pointed at the long blade lying before Wei Zhao. "Pick it up now, and drive it into your own heart. Don't tell me you don't know where your heart is. Take off your clothes, stand in front of me, and stab — from the hilt all the way to the tip, run yourself clean through!"
"You mean you want me to kill myself?" Wei Zhao glanced at the long blade on the ground and asked.
"Of course, what else? Can't you understand plain speech?" The man said with some irritation. "You're the one so eager to die. Who else is there to blame?"
"And if I don't do it? You want me to stab my own heart with a blade? Anyone with a sound mind — who would do such a thing?" Wei Zhao asked, looking at the man with a strange expression.