"Tom-tom-tom-" With several dull sounds, hundreds of lights were turned on at the same time. The overwhelming dazzling light rays made Jian Yao close her eyes all of a sudden, unable to adapt to the bright world she was in.

Xie Han chuckled not far away, his voice was bright and pleasant, like a big boy who had succeeded in his prank.

After a while, Jian Yao slowly opened her eyes.

Under the strong radiance, her face took on a smooth and clean white. But the pupils of his eyes are like ink, very quiet. Although standing in the cage, the whole person looks more and more beautiful and clear.

Xie Han stared at her and smiled slowly. He walked to a few centimeters from the cage with his long straight legs, and seemed to look at her with interest.

"Such an exciting time...... Jenny, I'd love to see the sweet smile on your face. He whispered.

Jian Yao remained quiet. As if she hadn't heard him, she turned her gaze sideways and looked around around him.

This is probably an extremely large warehouse, surrounded by neatly stacked containers, and in the middle of the open space, there is a basketball court in the middle. Rows of spotlights are installed on the flat ceiling, illuminating the open space like a stage. And her cage is right in the middle of the stage.

In the open space dozens of meters away, there is also a set of sofas, a wine cooler, a bookshelf, a TV, and a bed. It is only black and white, and the lines are simple and plain. There was a half-unfinished glass of red wine on the coffee table, and a blazer on the back of the sofa.

It was like his living quarter, next to the cage in which she was imprisoned.

……

There was silence all around, just him and her, in this place where no one knew about it, quiet and relative.

Jian Yao's gaze finally inevitably met him. But these eyes were different from any serial psychopathic killer she had ever seen.

"Killing machine" Sun Yong, that gaze is empty and mocking, even if he is caught, he does not feel the slightest nervousness and guilt; Zhang Cheng, the killer of the door, looked blank and stubborn. Even Tommy, his gaze was deep and gloomy...... They all exude a complete numbness and paranoia from their bones.

But the man in front of him, who can be called the most murderous serial killer of this century, the godfather of the flower ogre Tommy, looks like a delicate and upright young man. Those eyes were gentle and dark, like a clear spring.

So at the beginning, he ran to her and Bo Jinyan, played the most inconspicuous role, and personally started the game between him and Bo Jinyan, but no one noticed it.

"Remembered?" He asked in an almost soft tone.

Jian Yao stared into his eyes and didn't make a sound.

It was standing in Sun Yong's bloodstained execution room, and a "district policeman" who was the first to find and arrive at the scene walked in front of them. When he raised his head, under the wide police hat, there was the same young and white face. At that time, his expression was strict and focused, and he reported to them-

"As the 'Briefing' said, we found the 'Killing Machine' in one of our bedrooms."

Xie Han in front of him suddenly spoke, repeating the words of the day in the same tone. As if he could follow her traces, a sparkling smile rose in his eyes, and the lines in his mouth continued:

"Professor Bo, I also found some blood words under the bed."

"Do a full inspection of the whole house."

……

And then? Was there still one after that?

Jian Yao raised her eyes and saw his eyes smiling deeper.

And also.

Passers-by, security guards guarding their neighborhoods, courier boys, and even a large number of police officers from various districts during many large-scale manhunts...... He can easily disguise it.

He's really always there for them. It's just that there is a vast sea of people, even if it is Bo Jinyan, it is difficult to find him.

Wouldn't it be nice if she could tell the others what he really looked like now? An Yan can mobilize surveillance footage from the entire mainland, Hong Kong, and the United States, and will inevitably be able to discover his entry and exit tracks. No matter how good he is at lurking and camouflage, it is impossible for him to always show his face and escape from the ascension.

But now......

"OK, are you hungry?" He interrupted her thoughts in a warm voice, "It's not a good habit to let a lady talk hungry. Let's talk while we eat, shall we? ”

Jian Yao didn't say anything.

She remembered that a few days ago, Bo Jinyan asked Li Xunran why Xie Han had not killed him. How did Li Xunran answer?

"Do everything with him, and don't let him get any pleasure from me."

"Don't eat, don't talk, let him torture, let him scold and laugh, just as if he didn't exist."

There is also Bo Jinyan's evaluation at the time: "The method is a little stupid, but it is also useful." ”

……

After a moment of silence, she looked up at him, and finally responded to him for the first time: "Okay, I'm hungry too." ”

Xie Hanqian smiled, staring at her eyes, and he looked more and more gloomy and happy.

"What a ......," he said slowly, "a young lady of courage." ”

——

The lights are blazing, and the sound system next to it is playing a soft serenade. And the whole warehouse has no window, you can't see the light outside, you can't hear any other sound, it's a completely closed world of light and shadow that belongs to him.

Jian Yao sat on the sofa, her hands and feet shackled. He was chained around his neck and treated like an animal. The end of the chain was casually hung by Xie Han on the coat rack behind him. He was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and moving a small cabinet full of food to the dining table.

Wine, candlelight, steak, salad, cheese dessert ...... He put the plate up in the same way, and laid out the napkins and knives and forks for Jian Yao. Jian Yao sat a little stiffly in place, looking at his focused and leisurely side face, silent.

And so it goes. Quiet, but obedient, does not anger him, does not show any emotion.

Because Bo Jinyan has analyzed that his feelings for men are conquest and plunder. Therefore, Li Xunran's stubborn resistance, although he was more cruelly abused, but because he was not "conquered", his life was saved.

Women are different, and copying Li Xunran's approach will only backfire. Although he seems gentle and calm at the moment, there is a deep hatred hidden in his heart, and he hates every woman. Any resistance will provoke the intense killing in his heart*. That way, he wouldn't even have the patience to enjoy the torture of her, and he wouldn't wait until the next round of duels with Bo Jinyan to throw out her fresh corpse to deal the heaviest blow - if he angered him, he could destroy her at any time.

So, she must endure it.

It's just that the more elegant and gentlemanly he is at the moment, the more Jian Yao has a hunch that what awaits her is about to be more cruel abuse and torture than the previous victims. Because she is Bo Jinyan's woman, in his heart, it is probably like a big meal, to be savored slowly.

But she could only bear it, and she had to endure it for as long as possible.

Before Bo Jinyan finds her, she must live. Even if she is tortured to the point of withering and dying, she will return to him alive and to everyone.

If she's really dead......

Bo Jinyan is only one person left.

There is only one person like him, how will he spend the rest of his life? He won't forget her, he won't mention her to anyone again. He will still be as lonely as he once was, with no one to occupy his life and no one to accompany him for the rest of his life.

How could she let this happen?

The man she loves the most, the only lover she loves, how can they lose each other!

These thoughts flashed through her mind, and Jian Yao's heart suddenly became firm. Something firm seemed to tie her heart, which had been slowly falling, buried in despair and fear.

She looked at Xie Han quietly, and he had already prepared the food, sat down across from her, and raised her red wine glass gracefully.

Jian Yao was silent for a moment, reached out and picked up the wine glass, touched him lightly, brought it to her lips, and took a sip. Through the crystal wine glass, she saw Xie Han opposite, looking thoughtful.

——

The meal was eaten quietly and slowly. Xie Han didn't say much, only occasionally introduced a certain dish to her, which was the handwriting of the executive chef of a certain hotel. And Jian Yao only nodded slightly and responded briefly.

This silence made Xie Han's gaze at her more and more meaningless, and he would even put down his knife and fork halfway and stared at her expressionlessly for a few minutes without speaking.

Jian Yao was a little frightened by his gaze, but she only lowered her head and continued to eat, when he didn't exist.

Finally, this difficult meal was over.

Xie Han stood up, walked around the table, and walked in front of her. The long body and light pace only made Jian Yao's palms start to sweat. She looked at her nose and nose and her heart, and sat still.

He walked up to her, crouched down, and two clear eyes stopped on her face.

Jian Yao couldn't avoid it, turned her head sideways, and looked at him.

Looking closer, this face looks more and more delicate and white under the lamp.

The two looked at each other silently for an unknown amount of time, and Jian Yao's heartbeat had begun to be unstable.

He smiled suddenly, reached open the drawer under the dining table, pulled out a syringe filled with liquid, and turned to look at her. Jian Yao's heart was completely cold, and one wrist had already been picked up by him.

The man's fingers were cold, and he looked down at her slender cyan veins, plunged the needle in, and slowly pushed it in.

"Let's start partying."

The author has something to say: This is today's update chapter A, and it's almost 3000 words. Lao Mo continued to write chapter b, and he could only guarantee that before 12 o'clock, everyone would not brush it, and come and see it tomorrow. Updated, I usually yell on Weibo and QQ groups. I'll write it, and I'll get to that later.