Yan Yu'an has always refused to take medicine because he knows that these medicines are useless.

His nerves have been damaged and cannot be saved.

Every time after killing someone, he would be particularly sober.

He went to buy medicine, have blood drawn, and get an IV, trying everything he could to get back to normal.

But it was all in vain.

He thought he was better, but in fact he wasn't. He still maintained the habit of killing people every day.

Even if one day they didn't let him kill people, he would run out on his own and kill any bad guy he saw.

Yan Yuan will never forget the moment he woke up from a pool of blood and the panicked back of a passing wild cat.

Even animals know that he is a bad guy and are afraid of him.

He is no longer himself at all.

He is a devil who only knows how to kill.

Those who controlled him described him as a "beast" who had no humanity and only knew how to kill.

Indeed, how can a person whose instinct turns to killing be a good person?

The beasts are all praised.

Yan Yu'an held back his tears, without making any sound.

In the mirror, his eyes and nose were particularly red, and his long, drooping hair made his pale face look even more frail.

He looked fine, but in reality he was about to break.

Shen Zhizhi, who had been in her heart for thousands of years, knew how devastated and aggrieved he felt at this moment.

She tilted her head slightly and her face appeared in the mirror.

Shen Zhizhi's eyes bent down, and she coaxed softly, "Baby, you are a normal person, but you are just fragile in your heart and need to take some medicine."

"The people you kill are not good people."

Shen Zhizhi intimately placed her nose against Yan Yuan's, her palm sliding down along the top of his head.

She said gently, "You are doing justice for the heaven, baby."

Yan Yuan stared at the mirror in a daze.

For the first time, someone told him, "You are a normal person, but you are fragile and need to take some medicine."

For the first time, someone told him, "You are not killing good people, you are enforcing justice."

It was also the first time someone had the patience to coax him and call him baby.

Yan Yuan was terrified. How could he be worthy of such consideration and tenderness?

Shen Zhizhi kissed his cheek, and his eyes covered by his eyelashes turned gray.

She saw the baby's past.

That sticky blood occupied his life.

Her baby fell into hell while struggling and became a madman who only knew how to kill.

"Baby, you don't just have one face."

"You are lovely and strong, bravely eager to survive. You are an amazing artist, and you are fighting for your future."

"It's just that the road to the future was destroyed by others, and ultimately I failed to become a shining great artist."

"It's not your fault. Those people are so mean. It's their fault."

"Baby did good enough."

She kissed him and cried with him.

The emotions in the fox's eyes were unclear, and one could only see drops of clear tears rolling down.

Her tears were hot and salty. Yan Yuan licked the corners of his lips, feeling extremely miserable.

"Sister, don't cry."

Yan Yuan's soul was uneasy and desperate, and his despair made his sister cry.

He kissed his sister back and wiped away her tears.

But he found that no matter how he kissed her, her tears showed no signs of stopping.

She cried even more silently.

I cried silently and stopped talking.

Even though he was holding him, Yan Yu'an always had a feeling that the person in front of him was about to disappear, and he was so panicked.

"Sister, I listen to you. Whatever you say is what I do. I am very good. I have more than just a face."

He rubbed Chen Zhizhi's face obediently and flatteringly.

His tears stopped falling, and his voice was hoarse, "Sister, please don't cry for me, okay?"

He cried so hard that he felt like dying.

The roles of comfort were reversed, and Yan Yuan's sudden emotions disappeared completely, leaving only heartache for his sister.

I feel sorry for my sister crying for him.

"Sister Bai Luan!"

At the bottom of the stairs, Ji Ke called out with a gloomy look on his face.

She climbed the stairs "thump thump" and saw the dead elegant doctor at the corner, her expression became even worse.

It seemed as if the doctor's death was the work of a patient who did not follow the rules tonight.

"That patient had something. I went to catch her, but she spotted me beforehand and ran upstairs."

"The two patients are currently in the same location again."

"I'm speechless. It's like I made this whole trip for nothing. Now I have to follow them and catch someone."

"With my thin arms and legs, how can I snatch the person from their hands?"

Ji Ke is a chatterbox. She says a lot, but actually she is just talking to herself. She calls her "Sister Bai Luan" because she is used to it.

She walked forward angrily, and when she turned another corner, she saw her beloved Sister Bai Luan, and a... patient 748? !

No, the point is, Sister Bai Luan was holding him.

He was lowering his head to kiss Sister Bai Luan.

Ji Ke let out a sharp cry. This patient actually blasphemed Sister Bai Luan!

Help! She hadn't even held Bai Luan's hand, but this damn violent patient kissed her little mouth.

Damn it, give her sister Bai Luan back.

Ji Ke glared at Yan Yu'an in disgust. It was this patient who broke the deer's leg.

"Sister Bai Luan, is he having an attack and forcing you to kiss him?"

She walked forward and pulled their arms, trying to separate them.

Yan Yuan's tender eyes turned cold, and his clear and cold voice was very straight, "Get lost."

Yan Yuan hated being touched by anyone other than his sister, so he pushed Ji Ke away and tore off the piece of cloth that was touched.

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