Chapter 1414
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He Qing felt despair.
For the first time, she felt powerless.
But she wasn't the only one.
As the Grim Reaper, Gu Shengyin couldn't do anything when she saw Qiao Zhihe's death approaching.
The only thing Gu Shengyin could do was to spend more time with Qiao Zhihe in the last two months.
Every time she went to see Qiao Zhihe, she could see his happy smile.
She thought that she should be Qiao Zhihe's best friend in this life.
Qiao Zhihe wasn't introverted, but he tended to be quiet. When he had nothing to do, he would travel alone with his drawing board to find inspiration.
From Gu Shengyin's observation, she was likely to be one of Qiao Zhihe's best friends.
Sometimes, Gu Shengyin would look at him from afar without showing herself.
She watched him draw for free on this drawing board in the square where there were many children and adults' windmills.
But he never drew portraits.
Gu Shengyin saw that he had studied portraits for so many years, but she had never seen him draw portraits except for the copies in the classroom.
Some people said that portraits were Qiao Zhihe's shortcoming. He knew that he wasn't good at it, so he never touched it.
But Gu Shengyin didn't think so.
Perhaps in her eyes, her family members were always the best.
She felt that Qiao Zhihe must have his reasons for not drawing portraits. It wasn't that he couldn't draw well.
Another month passed.
There was still a month before Qiao Zhihe's death.
And that man's condition was getting worse.
He Qing's patience seemed to have reached its limit.
People started to die in the city.
It wasn't an accident. The murderer didn't have a target. It seemed that he would kill when he wanted to.
There wasn't a high level of modus operandi, but the police couldn't find the murderer.
Every time they investigated a case, they couldn't find any key clues. It was as if something had erased those clues from their minds.
Gu Shengyin felt a chill in her heart.
Because of He Qing's fate, she couldn't die. She couldn't be imprisoned. She couldn't be caught.
What about others?
Those who were waiting for a hot meal after work died innocently in He Qing's hands.
Yes, those names were recorded in Gu Shengyin's record book.
It showed that their lifespans ended on that day.
Gu Shengyin might be able to comfort herself that even without He Qing's actions, they might still have died from a fall or a car accident.
However, Gu Shengyin found it ridiculous — no matter how she looked at it, those people seemed to be paying for something.
This was because Gu Shengyin had clearly seen the changes in He Qing's record book when she made her move.
Some people's fates changed with her actions.
The power of virtue in He Qing's body was also slowly decreasing. However, at this rate, she could still be free and unfettered for countless years before the golden light of virtue disappeared.
Over the course of countless years, who knew how many more souls would have died under her hands.
The most hateful thing was that every time He Qing killed a person, she would arrogantly write a sentence with blood: "Salute to the Grim Reaper."
The police thought that it was a declaration made by the criminal. They thought that it was a provocation to the police.
But it wasn't.
It was He Qing's provocation to the Grim Reaper.
On this day, when Gu Shengyin went to visit Qiao Zhihe, she saw him sitting on the bed alone.
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