Chapter 40: Murder Preview! Live broadcast across the city!

Lin Qingya and Bai Wanting walked silently along the small path of the night market, starkly out of place amid the bustling cheer around them.
In her hand, Lin Qingya still carried the various snacks Bai Wanting had bought for her, but now she had no appetite for them.
The sweetness and joy of their earlier date had vanished, replaced by a bone-chilling, oppressive cold.
Lin Qingya pressed her lips tightly together, not saying a word.
The father’s desperate roars, the shy smile of the boy in the photo, and words like “buried alive” and “oddly dressed” kept flashing through her mind, tearing at her heart.
She could no longer suppress the raging fury within her; the killing intent in her eyes was almost tangible.
This grudge—she had to settle it.
Not just for the brutally murdered boy, Wang Guang.
But for herself and Xia Momo, who had nearly been framed as murderers, almost doomed to ruin!
That damned transformation device, the manipulators behind it, and those three conscienceless bullies… not one of them would escape.
But what exactly should she do?
Lin Qingya’s thoughts raced, the murderous intent in her heart growing wildly.
She couldn’t understand—what were magical girls even for?
Disposable pawns?
Tools to be framed at will?
At this thought, a chill ran through her fingertips.

Just then, Bai Wanting’s phone rang.
The ringtone shattered the heavy silence between them.
Bai Wanting glanced at her phone, a trace of apology crossing her face.
She stopped walking, pressed her hands together, and spoke softly to Lin Qingya.

“Xiaoya, sorry, your homeroom teacher, Ms. Song, is still waiting for me!”

Lin Qingya froze, looking up.

“Huh? Sister Xiaobai, you came with Ms. Song?”

“Yup.” Bai Wanting nodded matter-of-factly, reaching out to gently smooth Lin Qingya’s wind-tousled bangs.
“I didn’t feel safe coming out alone, and Ms. Song wanted to visit Gan City too, so we came together.”

Hearing this, the heavy weight in Lin Qingya’s heart quietly lifted.

“Then… then Sister Xiaobai, go quick! Don’t keep Ms. Song waiting too long!”
Lin Qingya forced a smile, urging her on.

“Good girl, Xiaoya.”
Bai Wanting nodded, stepping forward to envelop Lin Qingya in a warm, lingering embrace.
The hug silently conveyed a kind of strength.
She held Lin Qingya tightly, patting her back gently, and whispered in her ear so only they could hear.

“Go, my Xiaoya. Enjoy the night market, and stay safe.”
“And… do what you want to do.”

With that, Bai Wanting let go, picked up her phone, and dialed Ms. Song back while waving to Lin Qingya, quickly blending into the crowd.

Lin Qingya stood there, feeling the lingering warmth of the embrace and the familiar scent, watching Sister Xiaobai’s figure disappear into the dazzling lights.
She let out a soft breath.
The last trace of hesitation in her heart vanished with Bai Wanting’s departure.
Perfect.
Now she didn’t have to rack her brain figuring out how to keep her next steps from Sister Xiaobai.

In the next moment, the warmth and reliance in Lin Qingya’s eyes faded completely, leaving only icy resolve and killing intent.
She turned, swiftly slipping into a dark grove without surveillance, surrounded by dense, leafy trees.
The grove was cluttered with debris, exuding a damp, moldy smell, perfectly blocking all light.
Lin Qingya didn’t hesitate.
She recited the incantation, activating her transformation and her unique ability.
An invisible ripple spread from her, her form gradually turning transparent, blending into the surroundings until she vanished completely.
Her intangibility stealth ability, once again.
After doing this, she opened her phone’s navigation to check her direction, then turned into an invisible streak of light, speeding toward the city police station.
The night wind passed through her transparent body, leaving no ripple.

Not long after, the imposing, solemn police station building appeared in her view under the cover of night.
She gazed at the heavily guarded structure, sensing the foul presence of those three bullies inside.
Zhang Biao, Li Qiang, Ma Hua.
A bloodthirsty impulse surged within her.
She wanted to charge in with her intangibility active.
To pass through the walls, find those three scumbags, and make them die in endless pain and fear in front of all the police.
But the thought lasted only a second before she forced it down.
No.
She couldn’t do that.
Not because she thought it too cruel.
But because she felt it was… far from enough!
Why?
Why should murderers who committed such heinous crimes sit comfortably under official protection, enjoying “investigative custody”?
Why should the victim be buried in cold earth, never to see the light of day again?
Why should Wang Guang’s family be driven to despair, his father forced to kneel in the streets, begging for a shred of pity?
Why should she and Xia Momo, who did nothing wrong, be branded as murderers, used as scapegoats, and have dozens of police guns pointed at them?
What kind of logic was this?!
Were good people meant to be bullied? To have guns aimed at them?!
At this thought, the killing intent in Lin Qingya’s eyes began to fade, replaced by a deeper, more terrifying madness.
Killing them like this would be letting them off too easily.
What she wanted wasn’t mere slaughter.
What she wanted was judgment!
To tear away this filthy veil in front of everyone, exposing those true devils to the sunlight with nowhere to hide!
Yes, this couldn’t end so easily…

Meanwhile, at another corner of the night market, Bai Wanting found Ms. Song, who was anxiously waiting.
Upon seeing Ms. Song, she immediately put on a pained expression, clutching her stomach and speaking apologetically.
“Sorry, Sister Song, I kept you waiting…”

Ms. Song, seeing her disheveled state, was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing despite her irritation.
“It’s fine, Xiaobai. I told you not to eat so much ice cream, but you wouldn’t listen—eight scoops in one go! Feeling it now, huh?”

Bai Wanting gave a wry smile, playing along with a pout.
“I’ve learned my lesson, I swear…”

“Alright, alright, look at your pale face.” Ms. Song waved her hand helplessly, pulling out her phone.
“Let’s keep strolling. I’ll open the navigation to see where to go next.”

She unlocked her phone screen as she spoke.
But the moment she was about to open the navigation app, a forced pop-up livestream window suddenly took over the entire screen.
It was a completely black livestream.
In the center of the screen was a single, heavily blurred white silhouette.
The figure’s outline was distorted by some indescribable method, covered in a mess of white data noise, making it impossible to discern any details—only that it was a humanoid shape.
At the top of the screen, in blood-red text, was a chilling title:

[Death Notice for the Bullies]

Ms. Song froze.
Before she could react, a cold, emotionless, electronically synthesized voice, impossible to identify as male or female, rang out from the phone’s speaker.

“Hello, everyone.”
“This livestream will take less than a minute of your time.”
“The purpose is simple.”
“As the title says…”

The voice paused, as if giving all viewers a moment to process.
The next second, the voice rang out like a divine proclamation, clear and resounding through every corner of the night market and in the ears of countless people in Gan City watching their devices.

“At exactly midnight tonight, I will take the lives of Zhang Biao, Li Qiang, and Ma Hua.”