Qian Chuntao rambled on, but her face showed no signs of madness. She sat by the bed, her eyes surprisingly calm.
She was only a step away from Zhao Yan, her hand gripping Zhao Yan's wheelchair, her venomous gaze fixed on her.
Her hand reached under the pillow, and the tip of a pair of scissors emerged.
"Qian Chuntao, why aren't you making any noise? You're not thinking of killing me, are you?" Zhao Yan said softly, suddenly spinning her wheelchair sharply.
This time, Zhao Yan faced the wall behind her, her back exposed to Qian Chuntao.
She spun the wheels again with force and then stopped.
As Qian Chuntao took out the scissors, she was startled by Zhao Yan's words and immediately put the scissors back under the pillow.
She picked up the mirror beside her, held it up to herself, and cried, "Baby, don't cry, baby, don't cry, Mommy will take you on a big plane."
As she spoke, Qian Chuntao circled around to face Zhao Yan.
She stared intently several times, confirming that Zhao Yan's eyes were tightly bound with bandages and she couldn't see at all.
"It seems I guessed wrong. You really are crazy. I hope this isn't the last time we meet," Zhao Yan said, pushing her wheelchair towards the door and tapping on it a few times.
Wu Jiaxin followed Lin Xihang in.
She first glanced at Qian Chuntao, seeing her making nonsensical giggling sounds at the mirror.
She paid no mind, as this person was clearly mentally ill.
Wu Jiaxin pushed Zhao Yan towards the door.
The moment the door closed, Qian Chuntao tightly gripped the handle of the mirror, her eyes darkly fixed on her reflection.
Suddenly realizing something, Qian Chuntao's eyes widened.
"No! No!"
Qian Chuntao felt a chill run through her entire body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
How could someone who couldn't see suddenly find the door?
She recalled how Zhao Yan had kept spinning her wheelchair in front of her, changing directions.
She had done it deliberately, just to reinforce the psychological suggestion that she couldn't see.
Qian Chuntao gnawed frantically at her fingernails, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
If she could see, then her actions just now would have proven her sanity.
Only those who feel threatened tend to become vigilant.
When a harmless blind person stood before her, her vigilance gradually lowered.
When she heard Zhao Yan say she was the real culprit in 1996, that sentence pierced the thorn in her heart, naturally making her want to kill Zhao Yan.
Even killing a blind person would create noise.
At the same time, she held onto a sliver of hope, believing it was all just Zhao Yan's speculation.
But she never imagined how she could have seen.
"It's impossible she could see. The direction of the wheelchair must have been a coincidence."
Qian Chuntao bit her hand, blood dripping onto the floor from her fingers, her anxiety growing.
After hiding for so many years, using such extreme measures, even if there was a slight possibility of something being wrong, it wasn't something she could afford to gamble on.
She bit her fingernails until they cracked and her fingertips bled, but Qian Chuntao seemed to feel no pain. She immediately reached out and picked up the scissors.
"Kill her!"
"Just like in 1996, it was over in an instant!"
"Kill her! Kill her!"
Qian Chuntao mumbled incessantly, tightly wrapping the scissors in her sleeve, and rushed towards the door.
"I'm mentally ill, I killed her, I won't die, I'm mentally ill, I'm mentally ill!"
She ran to the staircase of Building 2, Floor 1, and saw Wu Jiaxin pushing Zhao Yan.
Lin Xihang was also there, chatting and laughing with Zhao Yan and the others.
When she saw Wu Jiaxin and Lin Xihang turn the corner, only Zhao Yan was left sitting in her wheelchair.
Qian Chuntao's lips curled into a smile, the same sly grin she had when looking in the mirror. The tip of the scissors peeked out, and her steps quickened.
Just as she was seven or eight steps away from Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan's wheelchair suddenly turned, and the bandages on her eyes had been removed at some point.
The smile on Qian Chuntao's face vanished instantly, and she froze stiffly on the first-floor landing.
Zhao Yan stood up from her wheelchair, staring at Qian Chuntao with a smile.
"You really weren't crazy."
"My gamble paid off."
Qian Chuntao's face twitched, her breathing becoming rapid, her eyes filled with resentment as she stared at Zhao Yan.
"Why! I hid in this godforsaken place, why won't you leave me alone!"
Qian Chuntao muttered darkly, moving closer to Zhao Yan.
Pushing aside a mentally ill person on the stairs, Qian Chuntao had only one thought: to stab the woman who posed a danger to her with the scissors.
Ideally, it would be over in an instant, just like last time.
As she tried to get closer, she found that Lin Xihang and Wu Jiaxin had returned from the corner and were now beside Zhao Yan.
She immediately took a step back, cast a resentful glance at Zhao Yan, and quickly ran up the stairs to the second floor.
"Sister Zhao, did you mishear? You said you heard a weak cat's meow from the flower bed. I followed Boss Lin to check, but we didn't see any cats," Wu Jiaxin said, pushing the wheelchair and looking confused.
Zhao Yan affirmed, "I've already caught that cat."
Her gaze shifted away from the second floor.
When she was in Room 3, Number 6, her eyes were indeed unable to see.
Everything was not a pretense of blindness.
The reason she knew the door's location was that she had memorized the directions.
If Qian Chuntao had thought about it carefully, she would have realized.
Zhao Yan's spinning of the wheelchair in front of her wasn't random.
It was that her final turn had precisely faced the direction of the door.
By simply maintaining a straight path, the wheelchair would have hit the door.
She had only seen blurry figures. The reason she knew was that she thought if Qian Chuntao realized she wasn't blind, she would definitely come out.
Qian Chuntao's killing of Zhang Wenwen was likely due to her jealousy of Zhang Wenwen, stemming from her own lack of confidence.
Zhao Yan hypothesized that in this situation, no matter how much Qian Chuntao pretended to be mentally ill,
when faced with a blind person, she would inevitably let her guard down for a moment.
And it was precisely in that moment of carelessness that she discovered this person wasn't blind.
Lack of confidence would cause her anxiety. Had her pretense of mental illness been seen through just now?
Someone who believed killing could solve problems would consider killing as their first course of action.
Hearing the rapid footsteps chasing behind her, Zhao Yan felt her assumption was correct.
To understand the truth of the matter, one inevitably had to dance on the edge of a knife.
The more one understood the truth, the greater the danger.
Zhao Yan had also considered being killed by Qian Chuntao, but she no longer had the chance: "Your last chance to kill me has been completely lost."