62 The Assassination (1/2)
Chapter 62
”Lalala~ My little starving belly is so excited!~ What should I start with?~” Once the old man had finally entered his residence, he caught a glimpse of a knife lying on the corner of the table located on the kitchen. His eyes directly twinkled at the sight of it.
Without further ado, he pushed the cart right beside the table, before leaving it and immediately grabbing for the knife.
Pshhh…
Aside from the raging sound of the storm, the house was filled yet with another sound: the running water.
”Oh old me~ How did I forget to put the knife back on the knife board? Oh the age~ Old age~ The sad, sad truth of aging!” As the he sang out the depressing and heart wrenching reality to his heart's content, the old man made sure that the knife was well washed until it became squeaky-clean and shiny.
”Now, that's better~” The old man displayed a wide and satisfied grin, gazing lovingly at the knife like it was a very valuable piece of treasure.
”Aiya~ We used to have so many awesome and breathtaking moments together… But now, you're downgraded into a kitchen knife! It's really depressing… One could really never know and comprehend the future, ah!” While he reminisced back in time, the old man lovingly caressed the knife with both hands, as if he was trying to appease not a knife but a person's pain.
Amidst the darkness was an agile black shadow leaning towards a very small opening that was located on one side of the worn-down wooden house, scanning the area with utmost diligence, attention and alertness.
As she scanned the area and planned out her next move by thinking of hundreds of scenes and potential death consequences that could occur with each and every move she would make, Scarlet never once left her sights on that old man and only heightened her guard around him all the more.
She did not want to relive those past battles again. If she did, that was plain stupidity. No, maybe even worse than that.
When she heard the man's impromptu lyrics, especially the part ”downgraded into a kitchen knife,” Scarlet crunched down her brows, her eyes becoming more sinister with the passing of time.
Due to her own unsettled feelings, the old man's out of tune voice and his evil nature, impatience grew within her. She couldn't wait to kill him!
However, despite feeling that way, her movements were never once reckless and only became more and more agile as her dagger very nimbly cut through the small opening, gradually making the small hole bigger and bigger until she could slip right through it.
Of course, if the house had a window, Scarlet wouldn't go as far as to do something this time-consuming that could leave a trace of evidence behind in the first place.
She would simply go through that locked or open window and kill him right there and then. She could even go inside the house the moment the old man had opened the door and then, hide in one secluded corner of the house before assassinating him.
Unfortunately, this mission was not the same as the others. Killing him right there and then was nonetheless, foolish.
As he caressed his knife lovingly, the old man saw the reflection of the wooden cart against the shiny knife, causing his downcast eyes to immediately twinkle in both delight and excitement.
”Oh, old me again~ How could I forget about my starving little stomach? Hohoho~ Well, being a kitchen knife is not all that bad. Although our memories from the past and present are very different, with you by my side, we could still spend the rest of our lives in contentment!~” The old man immediately grabbed the chopping board, the pot and the spatula, washing them until they also became as squeaky-clean as his own beloved knife.
”MMPH! MMPH!!” The very light rattling and mumbling sound from the cart gradually grew a little bit louder, occasionally shaking the cart once in a while.
”Eating and eating~ Chopping and cutting~ I wonder what I should cook today~” After washing the kitchen tools, the old man gathered the firewood by the side of the kitchen table, went to the small fireplace, and replaced all the old firewood with the new ones.
”Hm, since there's a storm, it's better if I start with something warm…. Warm and hot~ Hm? Oh, a soup! My favorite red soup~ To cut it and boil it~ I absolutely can't wait to drink it~” The old man hung the newly cleaned pot above the firewood as he sang out loud, very out of tune.
Then, his eyes twinkled with excitement as his hands impatiently reached for the cart that was slightly shaking, rattling and mumbling inaudible words.
As if he never noticed the slight changes of the cart or heard the inaudible words inside it, the old man excitedly loosened the rope surrounding the cart in merely several swipes, clearly displaying the hidden skillfulness beneath his old and wrinkled skin and proving right Scarlet's assumption.
This old man was definitely not an ordinary old man!
At this point, Scarlet had now entered the worn-down house. She prodded carefully into a secluded area, looking for the best angle to plunge her dagger into one of his vital points and assassinate him right there and then.