Zhao Yinshi left with a blue face.

Wen Tinglan continued to wait, and finally saw Shen Zhiwei's figure after the second twenty minutes.

The young man was thin and slender, and his clothes were not appropriate at all, and his long sleeves and long pants looked hot, but he didn't react at all, it seemed to be just right.

Thinking of the other party's weak body, Wen Tinglan was relieved.

Shen Zhiwei walked in front of Wen Tinglan, he stared at the girl's delicate face, as if he wanted to find traces of anger from it.

It's just a pity.

No.

The girl's eyes rose slightly, with a gentle smile in her eyes, and she opened her mouth not to blame but to care: "Shen Zhiwei, your illness is not yet cured, you can completely refuse such an unreasonable request as Aunt Jiang." ”

Shen Zhiwei behaved like a weak person who was submissive.

But Wen Tinglan, who is familiar with the whole plot, knows that he is secretly accumulating strength, in order to give a fatal blow to the person who hurt him when he is full-fledged.

Wen Tinglan didn't agree with this approach.

It makes no sense to endure the grievances first and then take revenge.

But if the object is replaced by Shen Zhiwei, she will be able to understand, since she was a child, she has lived under the violent suppression of her mother, and her temperament has long been distorted, and it can even be said that she is sensitive and fragile.

He has no backing.

Jiang Sui can be said to be the nightmare of Shen Zhiwei's life, almost instinctively began to fear this woman, just ask a woman who has been beating and scolding you since you can remember, can you not be afraid?

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

Before he was sure, Shen Zhiwei would not do it easily.

If you want to do it, you must cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

But not yet.

In the original work, the first person Shen Zhiwei killed was Jiang Sui, and Wen Tinglan has a very deep memory of that picture.

——

It was late at night, and the houses in the suburbs stood alone on the bare earth, surrounded by no people, and a dim lamp was the only source of light here.

The house is dilapidated, and the mottled walls look a little weird.

Further inside, a woman's limbs were fixed with ropes on a wooden table, her dress was bloody, her originally beautiful face had been distorted by fear, she kept struggling, her pupils suddenly constricted.

"Shen, Shen Zhixiao, I, I warn you! Hurry up and let me go! No, not ......"

"How else?"

The woman stammers because she is afraid.

The young man looked down at her indifferently and condescendingly, his clear and handsome facial features were sickly white, his long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the dark and deep pupils, and he held a sharp scalpel in his slender hand.

Under the illumination of the light, it reflects the cold light of the forest.

At this moment, the young man is like a demon who has come out of hell to ask for his life.

Jiang Sui was scared to the extreme.

She couldn't understand how the son who listened to her everywhere could become like this.

Shen Zhiwei wanted to kill her.

The woman's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the cold scalpel slashed through her skin, so cold that it gave goosebumps all over her body.

"Shen, Shen Zhiwei ......"

The scalpel stopped on Eho's lips.

"Don't you think you're noisy?"

The young man's voice was low and hoarse, and the next second he grabbed the woman's cheek with his other hand, his gaze was cold, forcing her to open her mouth and whimper.

Then he put the scalpel in, and in the blink of an eye, he had cut out her tongue.

Blood filled his mouth, severe pain came, Jiang Sui shed tears of fear uncontrollably, and the makeup on his face was already fancy, looking funny and ridiculous.

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Sui wanted to nod, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

Shen Zhiwei controlled her movements.

At this moment, Jiang Sui is like a marionette, just like in the past she used to treat Shen Zhiwei as a puppet that could be used, and now retribution has come.

"The atrocities you have inflicted on me are nothing compared to this."

The young man tortured the woman little by little, and after watching the fear on her face dissipate little by little, his heart was filled with a little pleasure, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his lips, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

His finger bones are beautiful, and holding the blood-stained knife is more like a delicate artifact.

The back of the gloved hand splattered with a few drops of red blood.

Jiang Sui's physical pain was far less intense than her spirit, she was so frightened that she was directly incontinent, and now she didn't want to survive, she only begged Shen Zhiwei to give her a pleasure, instead of slowly torturing like now.

Shen Zhiwei seemed to see through her thoughts, and directly opened his mouth to break this illusion.

"As long as I don't let you die, you won't die."

"Jiang Sui, I have always been a person who must repay my eyes."

……

Three days later, the police found a dead body of a woman with no skin in the house, and the house was filled with a foul smell, and the killer was nowhere to be found.

——

Wen Tinglan retracted his thoughts, lowered his eyes to remove a touch of different color in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes again, he had a gentle expression, Shen Zhiwei didn't mean to pay attention to her at all, just glanced at her and turned around and left.

Wen Tinglan stepped forward and followed.

There were no cars waiting downstairs, and the sun had set outside, but it was still sweltering.

Wen Tinglan asked, "You came here on foot?" ”

Shen Zhiwei's footsteps paused slightly, and he didn't turn to look at her, only hooked the corners of his lips mockingly, and asked, "Otherwise?" ”

Looking closely, the young man's forehead was indeed covered with dense fine sweat, his face was pale, his thick and slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were cold and gloomy.

Wen Tinglan secretly annoyed.

Why didn't she expect Jiang Sui to be so ruthless to let Shen Zhiwei walk under the scorching sun?

Fifteen minutes by car, walking is equivalent to multiplying by two on this basis.

There is no need to speculate and know that Jiang Sui will make a big fuss about this matter in the future, claiming to the outside world that his stepdaughter Wen Tinglan is mean, knowing that Shen Zhiwei is not in good health, but he asked him to walk to pick her up and go home without taking the car.

Outsiders will not care about the truth of this news, and will only listen to other people's words.

Jiang Sui's wishful thinking crackled, and he must have had a countermeasure to deal with his stepdaughter before he entered the door of the Wen family.

Wen Tinglan stepped forward and grabbed Shen Zhiwei's wrist.

"I'll have the driver come and pick us up."

The young man didn't speak, just shook off Wen Tinglan's hand, but didn't continue to walk forward, standing quietly beside her.

Passers-by cast their eyes at the two from time to time, some of them were surprised and curious, and even girls came up to ask Shen Shiwei for contact information, but without exception, they were all ignored indifferently by the teenager.

Wen Tinglan caught the flicker of boredom in Shen Zhiwei's eyes.

"The driver has three minutes to arrive, do you want some water?"

Looking at the bottle of mineral water handed over, Shen Zhiwei suddenly stared at Wen Tinglan, and his voice was a little questioned: "Wen Tinglan, what are you thinking?" ”