Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

The texture of the floor makes it prone to making noise if you're not careful.

Yang An dared not have the leisure to wear slippers.

When rubber slippers come into contact with the floor, their considerable weight can easily create some loud noises.

Going barefoot is undoubtedly the best solution.

As long as the movements are light and careful enough, it is entirely possible to do so silently.

Throughout the entire process, I was on tenterhooks, not daring to even breathe loudly.

He would occasionally turn around to check on Jiang Nianxi's condition.

Finally, after much dawdling, they managed to move to the bedroom door.

Although only two or three minutes had passed, it felt like more than a century to Yang An.

He glanced back at the woman on the bed again, and only after confirming that she was truly unresponsive did he slowly place his hand on the doorknob.

"squeak--"

The sharp metallic scraping sound startled him.

Depend on.

Why can't I open this door?

The sound was shrill and relatively soft, but Jiang Nianxi was still fast asleep, hugging the pillow "Yang An".

Fine beads of cold sweat gradually appeared on Yang An's forehead.

Logically speaking, since this bedroom door doesn't have a double-lock system, it should only be able to be locked from the outside.

He and the woman were both in the bedroom, how could they possibly... have locked it?

People in dark and oppressive environments, especially those who have been hurt or abused, often experience a level of tension and panic that they don't feel elsewhere.

This has been almost completely proven true for Yang An now.

His palms were sweating.

But he dared not stop.

Now, this is a rare opportunity to escape.

If you give up, who knows when the next opportunity will come?

What if... what if Jiang Nianxi wasn't joking that day?

They really want to lock him up here for the rest of his life.

The yearning for freedom and survival briefly suppressed the unease that constantly gnawed at the depths of my heart.

Yang An tried his best to calm his breathing.

Since Jiang Nianxi and he were in the same room, the bedroom door should not be locked from the inside.

He slowly applied pressure with his fingers, pressing the doorknob downwards.

"Click..."

A sharp metallic scraping sound rang out.

However, it is much smaller than the first time.

At the same time, a crisp clicking sound came from the lock cylinder.

Gradually, with a gentle pull, a sliver of dim light shone through the bedroom door.

The door opened.

Yang An's heart was practically pounding with excitement.

Sure enough, it was just that the door was old and that's why it got stuck.

After all, some old-fashioned doors can indeed occasionally be difficult to open.

He turned around and looked at the bulging blankets on the bed.

Near the pillow, a head of jet-black hair was disheveled and scattered.

The woman's true state at that moment was not visible.

The door lock clicked very loudly just now.

However, judging from the slight movement of her body, the woman was still asleep.

Now is not the time to be happy.

Yang Anqiang suppressed his excitement and widened the crack in the door until it was just big enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.

They tiptoed out.

Then, she gently closed the door.

Yang An felt that the commotion just now hadn't been able to wake Jiang Nianxi up.

The door was closed very quietly, so he shouldn't wake up.

Closing the door is to provide some sound insulation.

He didn't dare linger in front of the bedroom door, but went straight to the kitchen without hesitation.

Jiang Nianxi would not carry the key to the security door with her at all times.

This is also related to my habits over the past two weeks.

Because the two of them spend most of their time together.

If I carry the key with me, there is a risk that Yang An might take the opportunity to steal it.

As for how Yang An knew she hid the key in the kitchen...

Jiang Nianxi only went out a few times.

Moreover, in Yang An's memory, every time he went out, he seemed to go to the kitchen to get some fruit.

The excuse was that once he was outside, he wouldn't be so bored and could eat some fruit.

But Yang An's intuition has always been extremely sharp.

This subtle anomaly still made him wary.

To verify a certain guess, Yang An deliberately told Jiang Nianxi one day that he wanted to eat some watermelon.

As expected, Jiang Nianxi hesitated for a moment before getting up and going into the kitchen.

Therefore, Yang An was almost certain that the key to the security door was hidden somewhere in the kitchen.

But speculation is just speculation.

Finding the key in a small kitchen is no easy task.

Yang An stood in the kitchen, looked around, and felt a headache coming on.

Forget it, let's get rid of this restraint on my wrist first, and we can think about the rest later.

In this current situation, finding things is also very difficult.

Looking around, the kitchen was very clean, and everything was arranged in an orderly manner.

Unlike the kitchen in my own home, this place, while still having a lively, homey feel, also gives me a very warm and cozy feeling.

Furthermore, there was no gas, as is often found in kitchens, and... well, a mixed smell that's hard to describe physically.

He finally fixed his gaze on the small wooden chopsticks basket hanging on the wall.

There were only a few pairs of chopsticks in the small basket.

These are ordinary wooden chopsticks commonly used in households, without much decoration.

It's clear that Jiang Nianxi lived a very frugal life before Yang An was forced to move in.

If you're not doing well yourself... then where did all that eggs and meat come from these past few days?

"..."

No.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

Yang An shook his head, trying to erase the slight wavering that had inexplicably arisen in his heart.

Jiang Nianxi was very good to him.

Aside from certain restrictions and coercion, it was almost a complete and unreserved dedication.

She truly treated him as her life partner.

Each issue can be considered separately.

Just because of this kindness, should he accept all of this without even realizing it?

He was clearly the victim who was forced into this situation from beginning to end.

Those who escape from a psychopath will not forget the harm done during their imprisonment or whitewash the psychopath because of some good things they did.

Yang An's real attention was on the row of hooks under the small wooden chopstick basket.

There are five plastic hooks in total, but only three of them have anything hanging on them.

A kitchen knife, a fruit knife, and a long-handled ladle.

As for why the other two are empty.

He didn't have time to think.

I held the fruit knife in the middle between my hands and carefully removed it from the hook.

Then turn the blade around so that the tip is facing you.

The black tape was pulled very tightly and firmly.

However, it is clearly not enough in the face of a sufficiently sharp knife.

After much effort, the "shackles" were finally completely cut in half.

Yang An's hands were freed.

The remaining tape did not fall off when the wrist was cut; instead, it remained firmly stuck to the skin of his wrist.

He vowed that he would never experience that torment again in his life.