The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

Li Ruo felt as if all her blood had been drained in an instant, and her face gradually turned deathly pale, a paleness that emanated from her very bones.

Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and fresh blood seeped out from the spot on her lower lip where she had bitten it.

The bright red dot stood out starkly against her pale lips.

Fu Chenzhou continued speaking, his voice incredibly gentle, as if he were telling her a bedtime story.

But what he described was the sound of a scalpel cutting through flesh, the cracking sound of bones being removed from joints, and the image of a tongue being ripped out from deep within the throat...

"Next, it was Lu Xingzhou's hand."

"Cut open the skin of your wrist to expose the tendons underneath, one by one, like piano strings."

His fingers traced lightly in the air, as if he were drawing a picture:

"The scalpel moves along the gaps between the tendons, separating the skin and bone. That feel, the slight resistance as the blade cuts through the fascia, the delicate resistance as the skin and flesh separate—it's the most exquisite touch in the world."

"Radius, ulna, carpal bones..."

"Scaphoid, lunate, triquetral..."

"Eight wrist bones, five metacarpal bones, and fourteen finger bones."

"Remove everything from the joints."

His voice was so soft it sounded like he was whispering sweet nothings:

"The moment his tendons were severed, his fingers would twitch slightly, with the last stubbornness of his nerves. The twitch was very slight, like the last flap of a butterfly's wings as it dies."

Li Ruo stood there, her body breaking out in a cold sweat.

Cold sweat seeped from her forehead, slid down her back, and soaked the fabric of her clothes.

Her fingertips were cold and trembling slightly.

But she still didn't move, or even blink.

She just stared at Fu Chenzhou, at his perfect face, at his gray eyes that would light up when he talked about bloody scenes.

She needs to remember this moment.

Remember what this man is really like.

Looking at her forced composure, Fu Chenzhou's gray eyes shone even brighter.

It's like they've discovered something even more interesting.

"Next, we'll start by looking at Pei Qingrang's face."

He took a step forward, getting a little closer to her.

He was so close that he could see the blinking of her eyelashes and smell her faint, sweet fragrance.

"Make incisions along both sides of the bridge of the nose."

His fingertips lifted lightly, gliding lightly along the bridge of her nose without touching it, just a millimeter away.

But that feeling was even more terrifying than actually encountering it.

"Beneath the unfolded skin flap, the nasal bone and alar cartilage are exposed. The structure of the nose is actually very fragile, much more fragile than imagined."

"The scalpel detaches the entire nose from the face along the periosteum. Blood will flow everywhere, but it will stop quickly. Because the blood supply is cut off, the wound will quickly turn pale."

He tilted his head slightly, as if imagining the scene:

"Because of a face that has lost its nose..."

"It will become very flat and empty. Like a painting that has been half erased."

Li Ruo bit her lower lip hard, and the bead of blood grew a little larger.

The salty, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, stimulating her taste buds and her nerves, which were on the verge of snapping.

She knew what Fu Chenzhou was doing.

He's using psychological tactics; he's breaking down her defenses.

He was waiting for her to break down, waiting for her to beg for mercy, waiting for her to show that desperate look he loved most about his prey.

She wouldn't let him succeed, much less let him control her.

"Next, we'll start by examining Guo Yiling's mouth."

Fu Chenzhou continued, his voice still so gentle, as if he were truly telling her a story:

"Open your jaw and pull out your tongue. The moment the frenulum is cut, the tongue will retract sharply. This is the muscle's last instinct, trying to escape back to where it belongs."

"But it will soon be clamped and pulled out."

"The tip of the tongue, the body of the tongue, the root of the tongue... the entire tongue was pulled out from deep within the throat. The tongue is actually much longer than one might imagine. The part hidden in the throat takes up almost half of it."

He narrowed his eyes slightly:

"The moment the sublingual artery is severed, blood rushes into the trachea. So his last breath will carry the taste of his own blood. That taste is fishy, ​​sweet, and hot."

Li Ruo's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. She tried her best to control it, but she could not escape the fear that surged from the depths of her heart.

She bit her lip hard, making the bead of blood grow larger and larger until it finally trickled down the corner of her lip, leaving a thin trail of blood on her pale chin.

But she still didn't speak, didn't beg for mercy as Fu Chenzhou had imagined, and didn't break down.

Fu Chenzhou looked down and saw the bloodstain.

His gaze lingered on it for a moment, then he continued, "That kid named Jiang Wu is the most troublesome."

His gray eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had remembered something interesting:

"He wants to take the heart."

"A live heart retrieval must be performed while the patient is still conscious. Otherwise, the heart will lose its vitality, and the anesthetic will cause the myocardium to relax, resulting in a heart that is not fresh or aesthetically pleasing."

"Therefore, general anesthesia is not possible."

Li Ruo's body trembled violently, as if she had been electrocuted, the tremor shooting from her spine all the way to the back of her head.

River mist.

That sweet little brother who always called her "sister," that sweet little brother who smiled at her even though he was covered in blood.

That silly child who said, "I want my sister to see what color my heart is."

"rest assured."

Fu Chenzhou's voice carried a hint of comfort, but that comfort was more terrifying than any threat:

"Anesthetics only numb the body, not the mind."

He looked down at her, his gray eyes holding a cruel tenderness:

"He will clearly feel his chest cavity being opened up."

"You can clearly feel the tearing pain as your ribs are being stretched open."

"You can clearly feel that your heart is being held in someone's hand and being peeled away from your blood vessels bit by bit."

He paused, as if savoring the moment, a slight smile playing on his lips, an elegant smile like that of a Yama, the ruler of human destiny:

"That kind of pain... is the most extreme pain in the world, and also the most extreme clarity."

"When the heart is removed, it will beat a few more times, like..."

He thought for a moment and then used a beautiful metaphor:

"A fish out of water."

Li Ruo stood there stiffly, her body no longer trembling or shaking, as if all her fear had been drained away, leaving only an empty shell.

Her face was deathly pale, and drops of blood slid down her bitten lips, leaving a shocking red mark on her pale chin.

She just looked at him like that, her eyes devoid of fear and anger, leaving only something that Fu Chenzhou couldn't understand.

That thing was very light and faint, like the morning mist; you could see it, but you couldn't grasp it.

Fu Chenzhou looked down at the bead of blood, at the bloodstain, and at the crimson dot on her pale lips.

His prominent Adam's apple bobbed deeply.

He stared at it for a long time.

It took so long that Li Ruo thought he was going to say something.

Then he reached out and gently touched the corner of her lips with his long, cool fingertips, the movement light and tender.

It was as if they were wiping some fragile porcelain, or touching something so precious that they dared not use force.

He wiped away the bead of blood, leaving a faint mark on the corner of her lips.

His fingertips brushed against her lips, and in that instant, she could feel the coolness of his fingertips and the thin calluses on his fingertips.

Those were hands that had held a scalpel.

Those were the hands that had just described how to disassemble a person into parts.

At that moment, he so gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips.

"Stop biting." His voice also became very soft.

He moved so lightly it was unlike him, as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

"You'll have to have breakfast with me later."

Li Ruo looked up at him.

Those misty eyes, in the dim basement, were as clear as a mountain stream and as bright as twinkling stars in the night sky.

She just stared at him for a long time, until a hint of doubt flashed in Fu Chenzhou's gray eyes.

Then she spoke, her voice hoarse and strained, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time:

"You...you really...did it?"

Upon hearing this question, Fu Chenzhou looked at her and fell into a brief silence.

He just watched her quietly, his gray eyes holding an unfathomable calm, as calm as a bottomless, icy pool.

Li Ruo took a step forward: "You said..."

What do you think?

Fu Chenzhou interrupted her: "Do you think I'm joking?"

Li Ruo froze upon hearing this.

The man's lips curled slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, his face revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"It's a pity, I've never liked joking with people."