In the corridor on the second floor, the light was bright and cold, and the face of the man standing at the door was particularly cold and warm.

His hand landed on the doorknob of a room, paused for a few seconds before twisting slightly.

The door opened, and it was empty, and in the moonlight, only a huge glass and wooden cabinet could be seen in front of three walls.

Jiang Ci raised his feet and walked in, walked to the front of the glass and wooden cabinet and stopped, reaching out to touch the glass.

The lifelike and beautiful butterflies were made into specimens, and each of them was exceptionally beautiful and colorful, but lifeless displayed in a glass and wood cabinet.

The not too bright light shone on his face, and Jiang Ci's breath was indifferent and elegant, but when he saw the butterflies placed in the wooden cabinet, his eyes suddenly twisted.

The dark inky eyes are full of gloom, and there is dark treachery and paranoia in the eyes.

The more beautiful something is, the more toxic it is.

For some reason, that vivid and pretty little face appeared in his mind, laughing or angry, it was a special charm, and he actually had the urge to collect it.

Before he had time to think clearly, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated and interrupted his thoughts.

It was Lianxu's call, and he answered it.

"Ah Ci, Song Jin is fine, you can scare him this time, let alone get close to Qin Leshuang, even if he steps into the entertainment industry for half a step, he may not dare." Lian Xu's voice couldn't be heard good or bad, but there was always some sadness.

"Really?" The corners of Jiang Ci's lips curled, and the drooping black eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, "But I didn't do anything to him?" Why is he so timid? ”

"You're locking people up in a dark warehouse, and you're still saying you didn't do anything?"

"I didn't really do anything, I didn't hit him or stab him." He spoke softly, softly with a smile, his hand depicted on the glass window, in the shape of a butterfly.

"You know that darkness is the best harm to a person, and you lock him up for three days, and for three whole days he will face the fear of the unknown, which must be unbearable for his psyche." Lian Xu sighed, he felt very tired when talking to Jiang Ci.

"But that's how I came here, Lianxu." Jiang Ci answered, withdrew his hand that had fallen on the glass, and put it on his side and squeezed it into a fist.

"Jiang Ci, I think you need to meet the teacher again."

"No, I'm fine." Jiang Ci hung up the phone after speaking, he glanced at the butterflies in the room, and then raised his feet and left the room.

When the door closes, these beautiful butterfly specimens will also be sealed again, like the magic in his heart, which will be covered together.

In front of people, he is still the Jiang Yingdi they like to love, and even has a kind and gentle family quality. After man, his unknown thoughts, unconcealable madness and paranoia are all hidden in the depths of his heart, although he is ready to move, he can be well restrained.

No, there is another person who is unexpected, knows his secrets, and can easily provoke his emotions.

Jiang Ci's eyes looked downstairs, and the woman was humming a song and cleaning up the living room, like a happy little bee, tirelessly working hard.

"Hey, Jiang Ci, haven't you gone to sleep yet?" Chu Jiaojiao raised her head and asked with a smile at the man in the corridor.

At that moment, the haze in Jiang Ci's eyes gradually faded, and he was a little confused.

Here she is, and the huge house doesn't seem to be cold anymore.