Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and a man with a handsome face and a gentle demeanor pushed a cart into the room.

When he saw that Mo Jing had woken up, he smiled gently and said, "Miss Mo, you're awake!"

Mo Jing looked at the newcomer with some disgust. Who else could this person be but Shen Xiangming?

On the cart he was pushing was a long box, next to which was a glass container, several folded white towels, and several bottles of unidentified liquid.

"Oh, I forgot, your mouth is still sealed shut. Let me untie it for you." He quickly stepped forward and ripped open the duct tape sealing Mo Jing's mouth.

"I don't know what you want to do with me?" Mo Jing looked calmly at Shen Xiangming and asked in a deep voice.

Shen Xiangming pushed the cart to Mo Jing's side, smiling gently and elegantly, and said, "Actually, Ms. Mo and I are originally business partners, so I shouldn't treat you like this, but you're really annoying sometimes. So I've decided to turn you into my work of art. What do you say?"

Mo Jing glanced at the human skin masks on the glass cabinet to her right and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You mean the artworks in that cabinet?"

Shen Xiangming seemed pleased that Mo Jing had guessed correctly. He immediately went to the cabinet, stroked the masks through the glass, and said with fascination, "How about it? Aren't these works of art nice? I spent more than a year collecting them, and each one was carefully crafted by me."

Mo Jing's eyes narrowed dangerously, a chilling glint in them as she looked at the masks, as if they were the victims who had died tragically before her. Shen Xiangming was truly insane; he had killed so many people in just over a year. Mo Jing counted nine masks in the cabinet, meaning Shen Xiangming had killed at least nine people.

Mo Jing subtly turned the ring on her thumb behind her back. This ring was specially given to her by Ling Moyuan. At first glance, it was just an ordinary and inconspicuous ring.

However, if you turn half a circle to the left and right, sharp blades will suddenly appear next to what was originally just a small chrysanthemum decoration in the middle. They are thin and fast.

"If I'm not mistaken, those are all skinned from real people. You say these are your works of art? Did you kill them all?" Mo Jing asked without stopping her hands, her face expressionless.

Shen Xiangming shook the same finger and said, "You're wrong. I didn't kill them. They all sacrificed themselves for art."

"So, darling, how about you dedicate yourself to art too?" Shen Xiangming strode back, his gleaming leather shoes echoing heavily in the small space. He opened a box on the cart, revealing a row of scalpels, their blades gleaming coldly under the bright light. Shen Xiangming picked one up, weighed it in his hand, and shook it, saying, "But before you dedicate yourself, I have a few questions for you. How did you find out about my true relationship with my father, and how did you learn about what happened at the meeting?"

Mo Jing looked at the scalpel but didn't seem afraid. Instead, a strange smile appeared on her lips as she said, "If I told you that Bai Sihang told me all this, would you believe me?"

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