Wei Jin Ting lifted the fat man by the back of his collar with one hand, dragged him to the wall, leaned his back against the wall, and then squatted down in front of him, picking up the butterfly knife from the ground along the way.

"You're quite the talker." Wei Jin Ting tested the blade with his hand, then extended the knife towards the fat man's face, smiling as he said, "I'll cut off your tongue as a souvenir; surely you won't mind, will you?"

He pried open the fat man's mouth and tapped each of his teeth with the knife. The fat man's head drooped, his eyes tightly closed, and he didn't move.

It seemed he had really fainted...

Wei Jin Ting put away the knife, then changed his posture, knees together, squatting face to face with the fat man.

As he sized up the fat man, an emotion never before seen appeared in those light red eyes, repeatedly battered by despair, as if he were seeing a long-lost relative.

He slowly reached out both hands, first rubbing the fat man's chubby face, then gradually applying more force, pinching his face into various shapes.

Like a mischievous child playing with his doting older brother.

Large drops of tears welled up in his eyes, mixed with the blood on his face. After a long time, Wei Jin Ting's ferocious and crazed expression returned to calm.

He slowly unfolded the fat man's clenched fist, then placed his hand on his knee, arranging it into a comfortable position.

He turned and leaned against the wall, mirroring the fat man's posture. The blood on his back splattered on the wall. He had lost a lot of blood, and his physical injuries were perhaps worse than a broken sack on the street.

Even more terrifying was that the door within him had begun to stir uncontrollably.

The two were close together, shoulder to shoulder.

Judging by physique alone, the fat man could fit two of him inside, but the scene didn't feel the slightest bit out of place.

"I'll stay here with you," Wei Jin Ting closed his eyes and murmured, "I won't go anywhere."

The beautiful butterfly knife was discarded on the ground, its blade flashing with a cold light.

...

"Those who hurt her deserve to die." Hei Yi Ren Wu's voice spread like water, and even the air seemed to ripple.

"To be honest, I quite like you. I think we're very compatible." As Jiang Cheng spoke, he raised his hand high.

He wanted Hei Yi Ren Wu to understand that he had no malice, that they were actually on the same side.

"Lin Chen is also a good girl." Jiang Cheng looked with pity at Lin Chen, who had collapsed on the bed from an overdose of sleeping pills.

"Li Maoshen and the others didn't die unjustly at all. Even if you hadn't taken action, brother, I would have taught them a lesson." Jiang Cheng seemed to recall the things Li Maoshen and the others had done, and he appeared very indignant.

But after a while, he said without changing his expression, "We may not have interacted much, so you don't understand me yet. I just can't stand seeing good people suffer. I can't change the fact that I hate evil like the plague!"

"We're quite similar in that regard." Jiang Cheng licked his lips.

"We're not alike." Wu's voice came, "You're saying all this just to save your life."

"Everyone wants to live, that question is meaningless." Jiang Cheng said, "When you chose to resurrect Lin Chen before, wasn't it because you didn't want to see her die?"

"It's just that later, when the police came to the door, there were some mistakes that interrupted your plan," Jiang Cheng said.

"You think so?" Wu asked.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and asked with slightly less confidence, "Isn't it?"

After a long silence, Hei Yi Ren Wu slowly walked over, his leather shoes hitting the ground, the sound like stepping directly into the heart.

He didn't hurt Jiang Cheng, but instead focused his attention on Lin Chen's face. Her face was without pain, as if she were asleep.

"The second time, I killed her." Wu reached out and tidied the hair on Lin Chen's forehead. It seemed that he was not doing this for the first time.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, "Why?"

"Because living is a kind of torture for her, she never knew how to protect herself." Hei Yi Ren Wu said lightly.

As if he had suddenly figured something out, Jiang Cheng's expression changed slightly, "So you were the one who really killed Li Maoshen and the others, not Lin Chen."

"You can understand it that way."

"But as you said, none of that matters anymore." Wu stood up, holding the bottle of sleeping pills in his hand, and placed it on the other side very skillfully.

"Dead people don't need to ask so many questions." Hei Yi Ren Wu looked at Jiang Cheng, reached out his hand, and said, "Give me the painting, and you can die."