The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng conceded a step, softening her voice: "No matter what, this is between the two of us and has nothing to do with outsiders. Qi Lin has already been injured and hospitalized. Let's leave it at that. Don't target them anymore."

There is certainly a difference between Wen Zhi who has forgotten Wen Yisheng and Wen Zhi who has regained his memories.

The former will stop at nothing to get what they want, while the latter, having already obtained it by any means, suffers even more. The unfulfilled emptiness in their hearts grows exponentially, eroding all the way to their heart. In relationships, the one who is devoted and unwavering is often the one who is subservient.

Wen Zhi remained silent for a while, then released her and turned to walk towards the other experimental table.

He pulled out a small dart from somewhere.

Standing more than three meters away from the whiteboard wall, expressionless, he raised his hand and threw darts, each one hitting the head of the person in the photo on the glass plate with precision.

He fired a shot, and Wen Yisheng, standing beside him, felt her heart skip a beat.

How is this any different from the wicked concubines in ancient times who were not favored and secretly made a small doll with the name of the favored concubine, and used needles to prick the doll and curse it every night?

A man blinded by jealousy...

It was truly insidious and terrifying.

Looking at the four photos, each man's head looked like it had been riddled with holes.

Wen Yisheng shook her head helplessly and stepped forward to stop Wen Zhi's arm: "Have you vented your anger? If you really can't take it, just stab me."

Wen Zhi lowered his hand and shifted his gaze to Wen Yisheng's face.

His expression was so indifferent, so cold, that even his voice was flat and monotone.

"I don't want to stab you."

"I miss you."

"Should I go up?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng held her breath and almost raised her hand to slap him.

Wen Zhi showed no expression, as if his words were just a casual greeting. He then raised his hand and threw a dart, which struck the photograph. The cold ruthlessness in his hand sent chills down one's spine.

It may seem like he's stabbing a photograph, but rather he's treating the photograph like a real head, each strike cruel and deadly.

It's 2 a.m.

Wen Yisheng, however, did not feel sleepy. This laboratory was very strange. She became extremely awake just by looking at that row of corpse specimens.

I always feel like there are little ghosts floating around each corpse, their eyes wide open in death.

Thinking about it this way, perhaps it was just psychological, Wen Yisheng felt a chill run down her spine.

She rubbed her arms, her slender shoulders hunched, and squatted down to hug her knees. She reached out and gently tugged at the hem of Wen Zhi's shirt beside him: "Wen Zhi, I'm scared."

Her voice was gentle, and she deliberately softened her posture, looking somewhat pitiful. No boy could resist her.

Wen Zhi glanced down at her. He had finished throwing the darts, but the fire in his heart hadn't been released much.

...I couldn't actually kill her, so I was just trying to scare her.

There is too much ugliness on the dark side of this society, which ordinary people can't touch. Beijing is so big that it wouldn't be strange if three or four people disappeared.

Killing someone isn't difficult, but he just doesn't want to do it anymore.

He also needs to register his marriage with Wen Yisheng, so he has to be a law-abiding citizen.

Think about it, it's hard to say whether Wen Yisheng would like a pervert, but one thing is for sure, she wouldn't want a murderer as her husband, so he now knows to set a bottom line and leave himself a way out.

So now, he's not joking.

The best way to calm down a manic and aggressive state is to have sex with her.

"Shall we do it?" He looked down at her, then glanced around before answering himself, "Let's do it. This place is perfect; it will be an unforgettable experience."

"What?" Wen Yisheng looked puzzled, she really didn't understand.

And what could possibly be a good place to do with all these corpses, specimens, and chemical instruments?

"No, I'm going back." He never says anything good anyway, so refusing is the right thing to do.

Wen Zhi closed his eyes briefly, his prominent white Adam's apple bobbing as he exhaled a deep breath, as if he were feeling frustrated and regretful.

He suddenly sneered: "Wen Yisheng, you lied to me. You can't just let it go like this, having an affair with some random man."

He didn't explicitly say what he remembered, so Wen Yisheng didn't ask, but they both knew the truth.

Wen Yisheng refused to accept her fate, hanging her head and muttering, "Then let's officially break up, or you'll ruin me."

"What?" Wen Zhi's eyes narrowed coldly as he heard the words "break up".

He crouched down, touched the top of her head, his voice tinged with a hint of gloom, and turned his head to stare at her lowered, dark eyelashes: "I can't hear you, baby, say it again?"

"..."

If I say it again, I might lose my virginity.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips, pushed his arm away, raised her hand to smooth her hair that he had ruffled, tucked a stray strand behind her ear with her fingers, glanced at him, and then looked away unhappily: "I lied to you? Then..."

She was thinking of something.

Her tone suddenly hardened, and she became so sorrowful she was on the verge of tears: "I lied to you? Why would I lie to you?!"

"You remember everyone else when you wake up, but you forget me. You have no idea how I felt back then. What right do you have to yell at me like that?"

Wen Zhi wasn't buying it: "Stop giving me that sophistry. Would it have killed you to explain yourself back then?"

"That's not the point. The point is that you actually forgot about me. Isn't that heartbreaking?" she angrily accused, just like a wife who had caught her husband cheating.

"When did this mouth become so cunning and clever?" Wen Zhi ran his fingers heavily over her lips. "Ah Sheng has changed, become a little wicked. Who taught her that?"

"Um……"

Her lips were soft and tender, and after a couple of rubs, they turned a delicate red. Wen Yisheng disgustedly supported herself on the ground and backed away.

"You touched a lot of things just now, don't touch my mouth."

Wen Yisheng stood up, walked to the whiteboard wall, picked up the whiteboard eraser on the table next to her, and wiped all the words on it clean.

Wen Zhi didn't stop her, but quietly stared at her tiptoeing back, his eyes gloomy and unreadable.

Wen Yisheng finished wiping, clapped her hands, and was satisfied. She looked around but couldn't find the exit of the secret room.

She gave up looking for an exit and picked up the black ribbon that had fallen to the ground.

She walked up to Wen Zhi, blindfolded herself, tied a knot behind her head, and then stretched out her slender arms to him: "Hug."

Just one word.

It is an order, a command.

But when it reached someone's ears, they heard it as coquettishness. Isn't that shameless?

Wen Zhiye really overestimated himself. He was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, but Wen Yisheng's one word made him lose his temper.

"Don't you have any questions? Aren't you curious about where this is?" he asked.

No, I'm not curious.

What's so strange about a bizarre locked room?

Wen Zhi reached out and pulled her into his arms. Wen Yisheng had wanted to leave for a long time, so she obediently clung to his shoulder.

She asked, "The time you kidnapped me and blindfolded me, was this the place you brought me here?"

Wen Zhi didn't reply. He wrapped his arm around her thin back and pinched her waist and thigh with his other hand.

"You've lost weight."

Wen Yisheng was ticklish and found it annoying; she just thought he was deliberately taking advantage of her.

"I haven't lost weight. I've stayed at the same weight and just can't seem to go down."

Wen Zhi frowned; he touched her and looked at her, and she had become so thin.

His gaze suddenly shifted to a certain spot, then looked away, and after a few seconds he couldn't help but look back, then looked away again, and then looked back again.

The case has been solved; it turns out all the weight loss happened here.

Wen Yisheng was blindfolded and unaware that her collar was askew and her heart was exposed.

She felt a little uncomfortable, as if she were being seen through by an extremely intense and piercing gaze.

Until something foreign pressed against my lower back.