Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

A big question mark appeared in Mingguang's eyes.

"This is quite interesting." Bai Weiran enthusiastically explained the contents of the book to her.

This is a book he bought at the airport bookstore in China when he went to see Qin Ning. He originally wanted to find time to read it, but Qin Ning kept him occupied during the entire holiday, so he didn't have any free time at all. On the way back, he kept catching up on sleep and adjusting to the time difference. As a result, the book's outer cover was still intact, and it came back from his trip abroad in perfect condition.

Now that he has time, he can finally pick it up and read it.

"The inference mentioned here is that, taking both histories into account, the West had one more religious reformation than the East."

Laws constrain people's behavior, while religion shapes people's moral values.

Almost all religions adhere to one precept—avoiding greed.

People should strive for purity, refrain from greed, and have fewer desires.

After the Reformation in the West, a special rule was added.

To glorify the divine through worldly achievements

This rule integrates the legitimacy of making money into the public's values.

From then on, the desire for money and greed were no longer considered wrong and rebellious, but rather had religious legitimacy.

Capitalism was born in this environment.

"I find this reasoning quite interesting."

Mingguang's eyes darted around, then he pounced on the back of the sofa, hanging down and complaining loudly.

"So boring, Xiaoran, you're so boring!!!"

Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow, closed the book, and became serious.

"You're making me lose face by commenting on me like that."

"I'm a game designer, and I won't allow anyone to say I'm boring."

"How about we play a game?"

Mingguang tilted his head to look at him, "...I don't have a game console, a computer, or a cell phone here, Xiaoran, what are you going to do?"

They made things difficult for him almost maliciously.

“Video games are just one type of game,” he replied with a smile.

"If we can't play games without electronic devices, what about people from the past?"

Mingguang became interested and sat down next to him over the back of the sofa, crossing his legs to look at him. His heterochromatic eyes were round and large, blinking with curiosity.

"The game is simple. I will present an incomplete scenario question, and you can ask me questions. I will only answer 'yes,' 'no,' or 'unrelated to the answer.' You can deduce the answer by asking me questions."

"Listen carefully to my question. My question is—a captain went into a restaurant, ordered a turtle soup, drank it, and then suddenly burst into tears and committed suicide. Why was that?"

Mingguang doesn't like reading, but she likes jokes and horror movies, so this puzzle hits her sweet spot.

She suddenly became interested.

"...Because the soup was awful?"

"No."

"Is the person who made this soup related to the captain?"

"It has nothing to do with the answer to the riddle."

"Was the captain crying because of this soup?"

"Yes."

Mingguang asked over twenty questions, but couldn't figure them out after a long time. He then clamored for Bai Weiran to reveal the answer.

"Because the captain had once been shipwrecked and was drifting at sea on the verge of death, his crew gave him soup and told him it was made of turtle meat. But when the captain drank the real turtle soup, he realized that he had not eaten turtle meat, but some other kind of meat, and then he committed suicide."

Mingguang screamed with excitement at these bizarre topics and urged Bai Weiran to give her new ones.

The two played along, asking and answering questions, unaware of how much time had passed.

Bai Weiran was deliberately trying to make Mingguang happy.

Mingguang understands him, and he understands Mingguang.

Mingguang is naive and easily deceived.

People are afraid of being deceived simply because they can't afford the consequences.

Are big shots afraid of being scammed?

No, because they know they have the ability to make scammers pay an even higher price.

Mingguang is the same; she will believe all the kindness shown to her.

She refused to guess, speculate, or think about whether others were lying to her.

So she made herself very strong, so that she could easily get back what she had been cheated out of.

The logic is simple: as long as she's happy, she'll lower her guard.

He needs her to relax and leave.

However, during their conversation, for a fleeting moment, Bai Weiran recalled her childhood.

Their first meeting—

A melancholy boy and a talkative girl.

When he recalled this memory, a sudden sense of abruptness welled up inside him.

He had few friends during his childhood and was very impatient with people.

But why was he able to talk for so long with Mingguang, who was so talkative and annoying, when they first met?

They were in the woods where the autumn wind was blowing, and pine cones were rolling all over the ground. He squatted down to pick up the pine cones, and she followed closely beside him, chattering away.

His memory suddenly stopped, and he found Mingguang standing in front of him at some point, his eyes deep and devoid of any light.

She knelt on the sofa, leaned forward, and suddenly reached out to cup his cheeks in a very intimate and familiar way, without any ambiguous or provocative meaning. She carefully examined his face and then chuckled.

"Xiao Ran, you've changed!"

"Xiao Ran used to always complain about how boring everything was—"

“People always grow up, of course I will change. Isn’t it better to live an interesting life?” he replied casually, trying to step back a little to avoid her hand, but Mingguang wouldn’t let go. Instead, she leaned forward more with his movements. If this continued, she would fall on him. Bai Weiran had no choice but to stop backing away.

"But I know that's just the surface Xiao Ran; the inner Xiao Ran is still there, unchanged."

"I want to protect you."

"I'm not locking you up, I'm protecting you, Xiao Ran. You need to stay here and not go out."

Mingguang's smile suddenly vanished, his eyes becoming clear.

Well, she knows all of that.

She investigated everything about him.

I know who's around him.

Her Xiao Ran would do her best to be good to others, only to be abandoned by them in the end.

The people around him now are all dependent on him.

She was so worried, worried that he would be abandoned and hurt again.

It's not that he's immune to getting hurt; he's just learned to hide his wounds like an adult.

But Mingguang could see it.

She is different from those who are only attracted to his good side.

I, Mingguang, exist to protect the side of him that is not seen by others.

Their eyes met, and Bai Weiran felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Mingguang leaned in and kissed his forehead.

It was a tender kiss, as innocent as a child's.

"So you absolutely must not leave here."

Her serious expression vanished instantly. She jumped off the sofa, put her hands behind her back, and smiled innocently again.

"What are we having for dinner? I'm so hungry!"

Chapter Three: Escape!?

On the third day in the dark room, Bai Weiran had already figured out the two conditions for his escape.

First, understanding the terrain of the house.

Secondly, the timing of the surveillance.

It wasn't difficult to understand these two conditions. Mingguang didn't intend to hide them from him; in fact, he even came up to him while he was exploring the house and happily explained them to him.

There are three rooms on the second floor: a study, the parents' master bedroom, and Mingguang's sister's room.

Bai Weiran woke up in the master bedroom.

The bathroom, kitchen, and living room are all downstairs.

"Then why don't you want to go upstairs to sleep?" he asked Mingguang.

Mingguang has been sleeping in the closet under the stairs these days.

That closet was so small that when the adult Mingguang slept inside, she looked like a snail curled up in its shell. Luckily, she was flexible; most people would have been in so much pain that they would have bumped their heads as soon as they turned around.

Mingguang rolled his eyes at this and covered his mouth with a smile.

"Going upstairs? Does Xiaoran want me to sleep with her?"

"...What I mean is, you can sleep in your sister's room; it's more comfortable than sleeping in the closet."

This is better for him too. If Mingguang continues to sleep in the closet under the stairs, she won't be able to hide any movement he makes when he goes downstairs.

Mingguang refused outright.

She only likes her own little closet.