He let go of Chen Yao, rushed to the pool with another lunge, picked up the fur and flesh with his hands, looked around, and kept talking to himself. "Pack up, quick, don't let anyone see... Quick!" he spun around, seemingly frantically wondering where he should still put these things.

Chen Yao was overwhelmed by him, and he had no idea for a while, so he had to walk over with the big plastic bucket used to pour leftovers at the door, and motioned for him to throw it here. Zhang Yanfeng pressed the carcass of the animal into the swill in the bucket, and then quickly ran into the toilet in the inner room, took out a paper basket, and poured all the used tissue paper into the bucket. Then he ran to the edge of the pool, turned on the faucet, and rinsed the blood in the pool. Unscrewed all the faucets, he was still too slow, and kept wiping his hands in the pool.

When the last hair swirled and disappeared into the sewer, Zhang Yanfeng took out the mop from behind the door and rubbed the blood on the ground hard. Chen Yao watched Zhang Yanfeng quickly clean up the bathroom at a loss, feeling that his mind was in chaos. Finally waiting for him to stop, leaning against the wall and panting tiredly, Chen Yao asked him cautiously.

"Brother Yanfeng, what the hell is going on, can you tell me?"

Zhang Yanfeng shook his head weakly. "I don't know, but I've been very wrong lately, since I went back to Heyue Island, I often forget what I did, and I don't know when I got a lot of things around me, and I always feel like my body is out of control."

Chen Yao thought for a moment and said softly. "Do you want Sister Liang to come over and have a look?"

Zhang Yanfeng shook his head again and again, as if he was very afraid of the name. "No, no, no. He said as if talking to himself. "I'm going to be fine, well, I'm going to be fine. I don't want to expect anyone...."He muttered over and over again, looking unconfident, Chen Yao looked at him silently, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Zhang Yanfeng suddenly straightened up and reluctantly smiled at Chen Yao. "I, I'll go back first, you.." He lowered his eyes. "Will you keep it a secret for me?"

"Okay, though, I still suggest you go to Sister Liang's place to have a look.."

"Uh, okay, I'll go back if I feel the need for it, I'm gone.." With that, he walked out of the bathroom with vague steps and staggered towards the bedroom.

Silence suddenly returned to the bathroom, except for the gurgling of water pipes and the chirping of fluorescent ballasts. Chen Yao stood in place and didn't move for a while. She looked at the clean pool, and then at the big plastic bucket, and suddenly felt that Zhang Yanfeng was so strange tonight.

It's even stranger than the first time I met him.

Early the next morning, Chen Yao went to knock on Zhang Yanfeng's door. I even knocked a dozen times, but there was no response at all.

For a whole day, Chen Yao's mind was full of Zhang Yanfeng, his bloodless face and those eyes that seemed to be like an abyss kept appearing in front of Chen Yao's eyes.

From a psychological point of view, animal cruelty often comes from feelings of powerlessness and anxiety about the reality of being out of control.

What does Zhang Yanfeng feel powerless about, and what does he feel out of control?

He was a man of weak personality, but he had a gentle and kind temperament. Tearing up an animal alive and swallowing it in its stomach doesn't look like a man like him can do it anyway. Judging from last night's situation, Zhang Yanfeng was obviously in a state of confusion when he was mutilating animals.

She only knew that when she first came to Heyue, the two were separated, she only knew that Zhang Yanfeng was injured, but she didn't know how badly he was injured, where the injury was, what he had experienced in the past few months, where he went, and she didn't know anything. What was it that caused Zhang Yanfeng to fall into such a deep mental disorder?

"They all hate me... I can't anymore.. Again.. Rely on him..."

Dependence? If Zhang Yanfeng is relying on certain things, what protection or comfort can a person get from things? What does he, her, and it mean?

But the problem is that the direct consequence of this practice is to develop a clear dependence on this 'protection', and once this 'protection' disappears, he will not only not eliminate the fear of shadows, but may only increase it.

Chen Yao shook her head, walking on the coastline alone, looking at the parallel line of blue and blue, she seemed to have the slightest sense, and felt that Heyue Island was not like the birds and flowers on the surface, but hidden invisible waves of darkness that she could not see, rolling gloomily.

"Brother Qiuyan, where are you.."

.....

The whole space was silent, and the mysterious and unopened door was silently watching everything that happened here.

Qiu Yan looked at the iron door that appeared in front of him, his expression seemed to be a little tired, a little complicated, and a little inexplicably confused, but soon, his red eyes gradually brightened again.

In that dream-like and terrifying phantom, it was as if hell was nothing more than that.

Qiu Yan took a deep look at the illusory door frame, and the corners of his eyes seemed to twitch slightly, but soon, he retracted his mind, raised his arm in the void, and then slowly pressed down.

With his movements, a strange whistling sound sounded again, and a strange light slowly flowed from the phantom, as if seeping into reality from the unreal, bit by bit, rushing towards him.

The door, as if feeling some incomparably powerful force, was stimulated by unimaginable, and the light of the day trembled violently, and at the same time there was a rumbling sound from the depths behind the door.

Qiu Yan's face was as pale as paper at this time, but the red flame in his eyes burned more vigorously, and the distorted fireworks even seemed to have a hint of wildness and evil spirit.

When the door was opened, all the illusion, all the sounds, disappeared, as if they had never sounded.

There was nothing behind the door, just one person, a person who had made Qiu Yan meet many times in his sleep.

Her inky eyes shone with a smart brilliance, her seductive cherry lips hung a sweet smile, her long ink-like hair was tied behind her head with a silver ribbon, and her fair skin was matched with a white low-cut dress, which showed off her bewitching figure.

It was her, the girl in white.