When she returned to China and arrived in Jiangcheng three months ago, she only brought this backpack.

If you unzip it, what's inside would probably terrify anyone who saw it.

This is a specimen made from a dead rabbit.

The technique is superb, the lifelike, even the terrifyingly upright hair looks alive.

The rabbit's terrified expression as its chest was ripped open and its heart removed was also preserved.

Ten years ago, she was taken to the United States by private jet to meet a man with a noble and intimidating aura.

The man casually gave the order to have the small, snow-white, fluffy rabbit brought to him as a gift.

The little rabbit's ears and cheeks were even given a cute pink blush, and its round, red eyes looked at her curiously.

This allowed her young body, which had been stiff with fear, to gradually relax.

She said in a small voice, "Thank you, Uncle."

The man said that the little rabbit's eyes were just like hers, innocent and naive.

The next second, he had someone bring up a knife, his tone low and nonchalant.

"Take out this rabbit's heart, and from now on you will stay by my side. I will adopt you, become your foster father, and give you a different life."

At the age of seven, the frail little girl, her face streaked with tears and her hands trembling, killed a rabbit and gained a new life.

At the age of twelve, she was already able to calmly wield a gun and blow the heads off a group of people in a basement where people were imprisoned.

The man's training of her was almost perverse, making her grow into the kind of person he wanted her to be.

Cold-blooded and ruthless, coldly powerful. Indifferent to others' opinions, and needing no love to nourish them.

He clearly succeeded.

At the age of sixteen, she planned everything with greater composure than anyone imagined, causing Lu Zhaokun to die in the explosion she herself had orchestrated.

No one doubted that she did it.

After all, as that man's sole heir, there would only be one reason for her to kill her adoptive father: to inherit Lu Zhaokun's wealth and power, and the underground empire he had built.

But after Lu Zhaokun's death, everyone was watching her every move closely, yet she wanted nothing.

He left those people to fight to the death, while he left the place where she had lived for nearly ten years all alone.

*

Jiang Nian sent a text message to her older brother, saying that she would be staying at a classmate's house tonight.

Then I went to the shower room.

The entire bathroom was filled with steam.

Hot water was poured onto the girl's back, revealing large, shocking, and hideous scars all over her back, as if they had been stained with blood once again.

Jiang Nian suddenly felt tired.

I really want to get a good night's sleep.

But ever since she killed that rabbit, she hasn't had a proper night's sleep.

After lying in bed for a second hour, she finally took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and sent a text message under the floor lamp: [Address?]

Si Boye replied quickly, as if he had been waiting for her message: "Tanzhou, No. 18, I'll come pick you up."