"You're Ann July's second personality, am I right?"

Hearing this, Lixia clenched his fists, and the murderous aura on his body increased.

In fact, she had already guessed that Yang Chenyi had seen through her identity, because when she was on the rooftop of the hospital that day, she felt that there was a peeping at her in the dark.

But at that time, she didn't know the purpose of the other party, and she forced it out, her breath was very weak, and she couldn't fight hard with the other party, so she ran down the roof so anxiously to ask for help from the nurse.

At first, she wasn't sure that Yang Chenyi was the man on the rooftop, but now she was 100% sure.

"An Qiyue is not familiar with you, and her identity has nothing to do with you, you and her are basically people from two worlds, so why do you pay attention to her?"

At this time, Yang Chenyi had already retreated to the sofa, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with an evil smile.

"No, no, no, you're wrong, I have a relationship with her, and a lot of it. ”

"We all have a common enemy. ”

Yang Chenyi looked directly at Lixia, expecting her out-of-control reaction.

As expected, Li Xia Wenyan subconsciously trembled, and the knife in her hand also fell to the ground, and then she walked quickly in front of Yang Chenyi, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him up.

Yang Chenyi didn't dodge or resist, so he easily dragged him in front of him.

"What the hell do you know?"

Yang Chenyi looked at the emotional Lixia, and suddenly burst out laughing, like a madman.

"Hahahaha...... What I know, of course, I know everything you know, and I know what you don't know. ”

Li Xia let go of Yang Chenyi's collar and threw him to the ground with force.

"Maniac!"

Yang Chenyi wiped the tears from his laughter when he heard this, and stood up.

"Crazy?"

"Heh, aren't you crazy?"

"Admit it, you're the same kind of person as me. ”

Facing such a paranoid and crazy Yang Chenyi, Li Xia subconsciously wanted to escape.

But how could Yang Chenyi let go of Lixia?

Seeing the figure retreating from Xia, although it was only a small step, it was enough to make Yang Chenyi crazy.

Yang Chenyi angrily grabbed Lixia's neck and pushed her against the wall.

"Are you afraid of me? How can you be afraid of me? The person in the world who should not be afraid of me is you, we are so similar, how can you be afraid of me?"

Yang Chenyi roared while exerting force.

Li Xia was soon out of breath, beating Yang Chenyi's arm vigorously, struggling desperately.

Yang Chenyi didn't let go of his hand at all, staring directly at Lixia's face, as if he had lost his mind a little.

It wasn't until Li Xia had no strength and gave up struggling that Yang Chenyi came back to his senses, but at this time, Li Xia was almost unconscious.

Yang Chenyi looked at the scene in front of him with some horror and quickly let go of his hand.

The indelible memories in my mind resurfaced.

That was the first time Yang Chenyi had killed someone, and that person was his best friend.

Yang Yichen began to control Yang Chenyi's life when Yang Chenyi was very young, and he did not allow Yang Chenyi to have friends, because in his eyes, there were no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

Therefore, after Yang Yichen learned of Lu Tianyang's existence, he sent someone to arrest him, and then tortured him in front of Yang Chenyi until Yang Chenyi was willing to pick up the knife on the ground and kill Lu Tianyang with his own hands.

At that time, Yang Chenyi was only six years old, and he should have been a lively and cheerful and carefree age, but he was burdened with the guilt of a lifetime that he couldn't let go of no matter what.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep since that night.

Every night, as long as he closed his eyes, he would see Lu Tianyang's dead eyes.

He has also killed many people over the years, but all of them were ordered by him to send others to kill, and he has never killed anyone himself.

At this time, Yang Chenyi looked at Li Xia's godless eyes, as if he saw Lu Tianyang.

Yang Chenyi, who lost his mind, held his head in his hands, ran to the back of the curtain and squatted down, still muttering in his mouth, I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......

Li Xia eventually fainted.

As time passed, Yang Chenyi maintained that posture unchanged, repeating that sentence as if he was stunned.

At the same time, Ann Qiyue woke up.

An Qiyue clutched her neck and coughed uncontrollably, while slowly standing up against the wall.

However, the scene in front of her scared her to sit on the ground.

Blood, bright red blood everywhere on the carpet, on the table.

The man named Mr. Wang had a big hole in his stomach, but his eyes were still open.

An Qiyue covered her mouth so that she didn't scream.

But because of this, I saw the blood on my hands, and tears of fright came out in an instant.

What's going on?

Why is this happening?

She only vaguely remembered that she tried desperately to resist in bed, but then she had no strength.

But then what?

I don't have any memory of what happened next.

She really couldn't figure out why, sometimes, when she woke up, she couldn't remember what she had done.

When Shen Ruxue was alive, this situation was rare, and it would only appear when An Wendong went crazy after being drunk or taking drugs, and since Shen Ruxue's death, this situation has become more and more obvious and serious.

Every time she woke up, she couldn't remember what had happened, but Anwendong always had all kinds of bruises on his face, and once he even went to the hospital due to excessive head loss.

At that time, she simply felt that those injuries were caused by An Wendong without realizing it, but now it seems that things are not so simple.

An Qiyue remembered the fire that burned An Wendong, and she didn't know what happened when she woke up that day.

Then An Qiyue looked at Mr. Wang who fell to the ground.

Her instincts told her that something she didn't want to admit might be the truth that had been hidden for a long time.

In fact, this kind of intermittent amnesia has existed since she was in a car accident when she was ten years old, but she has never dared to tell others, she is afraid that others will treat her as a monster, and she is also afraid that Shen Ruxue will worry about her.

But now, after many confusing things have happened, she has to tear open the façade that she once chose to believe.

But if it's really as she thinks......

How should she accept herself?

An Qiyue slowly raised her trembling hands, and the bright red color was shocking.

It was these hands that injured my father many times, and finally killed him.

It was these hands that An Qiyue looked at Mr. Wang who fell not far away again, and killed a person again.

These are what she knows, and how many people have these hands killed without her knowing?

Thinking of this, An Qiyue rubbed his hands fiercely.

But the red color can't be erased.

An Qiyue collapsed and collapsed to the ground, her eyes blank.