That’s right—Wen Wen planned to release the monsters he had "tamed."
Of course, he wasn’t benevolent enough to grant them true freedom. He simply wanted to turn them into a force he could command at will.
As the containment center expanded, the number of Containment Officers would grow. But strictly speaking, Wen Wen couldn’t *order* them to do anything. And there were certain tasks unsuitable for officers anyway.
Thus, he needed subordinates who obeyed him unconditionally—and these monsters fit the bill perfectly.
Currently, in the Disaster Zone on the containment center’s second floor, Wen Wen lounged in a chair, squeezing a blood bag into the mouth of Tao Qingqing, who knelt submissively before him.
Gone was her former arrogance. Now, she drank obediently, swallowing every drop he offered.
*"Good. If you stay this compliant, I might even let you out someday to work for me."* Wen Wen patted her silky hair.
Tao Qingqing hummed contentedly between sips, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.
Life in the containment center wasn’t bad. Aside from being confined to her cell, Wen Wen accommodated most requests.
But if given the chance to leave? She wouldn’t hesitate.
Watching her docile demeanor, Wen Wen smirked. The same vampire who’d once snarled about devouring his flesh now purred like a kitten. How could he *not* be pleased?
Though he’d captured many monsters since, Tao Qingqing held a special place in his heart.
First, because she was his inaugural catch.
Second, because she remained his most prized trophy.
Contrary to his usual bragging about effortlessly bagging monsters, capturing her had been anything *but* easy.
For an ordinary human—no matter how skilled—single-handedly trapping a vampire was a monumental feat.
The period between discovering Tao Qingqing and finally securing her in the containment center marked Wen Wen’s most meticulous efforts.
Before her capture, he’d only met her *once*. Every other step—testing her vigilance, probing her abilities and habits—he’d executed without ever revealing himself.
Back then, he’d assumed vampires were nigh-omnipotent. And in truth, had Tao Qingqing sensed his intentions, she could’ve crushed him outright.
But thanks to his caution, she never did.
By the time Wen Wen knew her better than she knew herself, he laid the trap.
Compared to the groundwork, the final snare was almost crude: luring her with blood, leveraging obscure anti-vampire folklore, erasing all traces of his presence, and waiting.
Had she resisted, he’d have fled immediately.
On paper, the plan was flawless. But one misstep would’ve meant death.
Thus, capturing Tao Qingqing remained Wen Wen’s greatest challenge. Every hunt afterward—though seemingly more dangerous—allowed far more room for error.
Such hard-won prey naturally held extraordinary significance.
Even now, Wen Wen personally fed her, even sharing rare blood types when he acquired them.
Of course, if she were merely difficult to catch, she’d just be a fancy mascot.
But Tao Qingqing proved *useful*. In the containment center’s early days, Wen Wen relied heavily on her vampire physique—only scaling back after Yan Biqing’s traits became viable.
Most importantly, he detected glimmers of *domestication*.
Among his "Monster Re-Education Program" participants, Tao Qingqing excelled, displaying unparalleled obedience.
Even if Wen Wen decided to "discipline" her on the spot, she wouldn’t protest.
Classic Stockholm syndrome. Given time, she’d become a formidable asset.
But no matter how she acted, Wen Wen wouldn’t truly trust her submission until she could defy her bloodlust at his command.
For now? Not even close.
*"Tsk. Old Fengbei’s theories do hold some merit..."*
After emptying the blood bag, Wen Wen sauntered down the corridor, whistling.
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Outside Warm Heart Psychiatric Hospital, the once-grand oak tree stood withered, its dead leaves carpeting the untended ground. The entrance bore rotten seals—long since decayed.
In less than half a year, the pristine facility had decayed into ruin.
*"Detective Wu, Detective Wu—did you *really* catch a serial killer?"* A ponytailed girl trailed Wen Wen, chattering incessantly.
*"Yep. At a convenience store in Luhui City. Three men, one woman. Clever culprit, meticulous methods—but I got him."* Wen Wen pushed open the hospital doors, half-listening.
Originally, he’d planned to investigate the asylum alone at midnight. But preliminary research revealed it had been leased by a local amusement park as a haunted attraction.
Every night, thrill-seekers paid to explore. Months in, no incidents had occurred.
Since the lease only covered interim use before demolition, the park made minimal alterations—just enough for atmosphere.
Ironically, *not* renovating preserved its authenticity. The overnight disappearance of all staff had become its biggest selling point—zero marketing costs.
This posed pros and cons for Wen Wen.
Pro: Aside from a few expensive machines, everything remained intact, aiding his search for clues.
Con: Finding an unoccupied time slot was nearly impossible.
Unwilling to invoke hunter privileges for a full evacuation, he infiltrated an "exploration" group instead.
*"So how was the killer ‘clever’?"* The girl’s eyes sparkled with morbid curiosity.
*"He kidnapped two women first, blindfolded them, hung them up—"*
Her grin vanished. *"Liar! You *liar*! You just said *three men*!"* She stomped away, pouting.