Chapter 125 The Murderer

Ruan Yi gritted her teeth, went through all the people she could think of in her mind, and finally settled on a certain name.

"Gu Zhi! Is that you?"

The struggling continued, and the last syllable of his voice trembled with anger.

"Giving you the identity of a duck isn't enough!?"

"What kind of bondage play are you trying to pull on me for? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

Who but Gu Zhi would do something so immoral and inhumane, engaging in such an almost insane way of playing?

The people around the operating table remained silent.

The man looked down at her writhing body; her light, almost transparent hair fell across her forehead, obscuring the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

Upon hearing the name "Gu Zhi," his fingertips paused slightly, and the chill emanating from him intensified.

Ducks, and romance?

Didn't she say she had a boyfriend? Yet she's still involved with these people, one, two, three...

The man counted silently, his heart sinking slowly as if it were submerged in ice water.

Of all these people, he was the only one missing.

Was he not conspicuous enough? Or... was he too ugly to even be remembered by her?

He slowly picked up the scalpel from the tray beside him, the metal blade reflecting his pale yet sharply defined face.

It was a face that was eye-catching enough, so eye-catching that he hated it.

I stared at that cold reflection for a few seconds.

"...It's not ugly."

Ruan Yi was still cursing and swearing on the operating table, completely unaware of the gazes directed at her from behind.

Besides the chill, there was also a hint of jealousy that even he himself was unaware of.

As Ruan Yi was cursing, her cool fingertips gently touched her nose and traced her brow bone, as if handling a fragile piece of porcelain.

"Wait! You..." Her doubts deepened.

This isn't Gu Zhi's scent. Where have I smelled this fragrance before?

Before Ruan Yi could figure it out, that hand gently brushed across the corner of her lips again. She suddenly opened her mouth and bit down with all her might.

The moment the tooth pierced the flesh, the man gasped in pain, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

But he didn't pull his hand away, letting the sharp pain spread through his nerve endings, quietly feeling the pressure between the girl's teeth.

Like a rabbit, its bite can hurt quite a bit, but it somehow manages to make you feel irritated.

The man seemed oblivious to the pain, his cut fingers gently brushing against the corner of her lips, tracing the shape of her canine teeth, his movements slow and almost tender.

As he withdrew his hand, a strand of silver thread appeared between his fingers, gently landing on her chin, its entanglement adding a touch of allure.

The wound she had just bitten was still bleeding, mixed with some clear saliva, which slowly slid down her knuckles.

The man looked down for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, brought the finger to his lips, and gently took it in his mouth.

The metallic taste, along with her saliva, rolled into her mouth; her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and she swallowed silently.

There was no disgust whatsoever; on the contrary, it was a kind of enjoyment.

Although Ruan Yi on the operating table couldn't see, she could hear the faint swallowing sounds and felt a chill creep up her spine.

"What...what do you want with me tied up here?"

Ruan Yi's voice was already somewhat flustered.

"You'll find out soon enough."

On the tray beside him, several tubes of transparent liquid gleamed with an eerie luster. His fingers gently rested on the tube walls, the cool glass touching his fingertips.

"That wasn't the original plan."

At first, he only wanted this perfect body to remain still forever, like the most precious artifact in a museum, neither moving nor speaking.

She would never again cast her gaze at any other man.

He even prepared a special preservation solution to keep his skin forever fresh and elastic, like a sleeping beauty, belonging only to him.

"But when did things change?"

He looked down at Ruan Yi's slightly heaving chest, his eyelashes trembling.

Perhaps it was the reddening corners of her eyes as she struggled, or perhaps it was the sharp edge of her teeth as she bit him, or perhaps...

Looking at her vibrant appearance, I suddenly felt that she was too boring when she was still.

The man picked up a vial of liquid and gently swirled it in the light.

This was his specially made addictive drug, colorless and odorless, yet it could cause her to suffer mental breakdowns and become completely dependent on him through repeated indulgences.

She doesn't need a cold specimen box; she will be a living work of art, trembling at his touch, panting in his arms, and becoming his exclusive possession.

"How wonderful."

She is a perfect work of art; she cannot live without him, and she might even beg him with teary eyes, offering him pleasure in the most lewd manner.

He even began to imagine what kind of little thing would be born when his genes forcefully merged into her body.

Is it like her, with soft lines, or like him, with a morbid, cold quality?

This thought made his breathing slightly heavier.

Compared to turning her into a cold specimen, this living possession that belongs to him is a thousand times more satisfying.

But before that, there is one more thing to do.

The man put down the medicine and picked up the machine next to him.

He wanted to carve his unique signature on the side of Ruan Yi's flat abdomen while she was still awake.

It's not a cold label, but a mark that seeps into the flesh and is etched into the bone marrow.

He paused, his fingertips sliding to her chin, and gently lifted it.

"A perfect work of art needs a signature."

A work more flawless and alluring than Aphrodite of Milos needs to bear the mark of its creator.

To become a unique existence, belonging solely to him.

He leaned closer, his cool breath brushing against Ruan Yi's ear, his voice low and seductive.

"Don't be afraid, soon... you'll be completely mine."

A high-frequency buzzing sound suddenly rang in Ruan Yi's ears, like a bee buzzing amplified several times, accompanied by continuous vibrations.

What is that? Is it an electric drill? Or something else...?

The signature... that pervert said it was the signature.

A terrible thought suddenly struck her mind, and she froze instantly.

It's a tattoo machine! That sound is from a tattoo machine!

That's insane! Tying her up here, blindfolding her, stripping her naked, just to carve words on her body?

To call it art is just plain madness.

Ruan Yi twisted wildly, ignoring the red marks on her wrists from the restraints, and spoke incoherently in her panic.

"Don't touch me! Hey! Can't you calm down?!"

She suddenly remembered something and raised her voice, trying to find a reason that he could listen to.

"I...I might take the civil service exam in the future!"

"Does getting a tattoo mean I can't go back to a normal life?! You've ruined my future! Wake up! Don't touch me!"

His words were incoherent, and he tried to use this most practical reason to wake up the madman in front of him.

The man chuckled, but the vibrations didn't stop at all; instead, they grew closer and closer, the cold metallic touch almost touching the skin.

"Bang--!"

The heavy metal door was kicked open with brute force. The hinges cracked and splintered, and the door slammed against the wall with a deafening thud, even denting one edge.

The man's figure rushed in, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, his footsteps making extremely heavy and rapid sounds on the smooth floor.

His gaze swept instantly across the center of the operating room.

On the operating table, Ruan Yi's wrists were red from being bound by straps, and she was naked and exposed to the cold lights.

On the tray beside it, scalpels and tattoo machines gleamed coldly, and a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood wafted through the scent of disinfectant.

The scene that came into view was like an invisible giant hand, suddenly gripping his heart.

My pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and countless fragmented images exploded in my mind.

The same operating table, the same restrained figure, only in that scene, Ruan Yi had already stopped breathing.

It became pale yet breathtakingly beautiful.

— Human doll.

This is a man's most terrifying nightmare, a scene that makes him break out in a cold sweat when he wakes up in the middle of the night.

Someone killed Ruan Yi on the operating table.

But one person is missing here.

Gu Zhi's gaze swept fiercely around the surroundings, finally settling on the white-haired man standing by the operating table.

Memories surged wildly from the depths of his being; the figures surrounding Ruan Yi in the operating room of his past life were not just him.

At this moment, only Pei Lian remained.

Immediately afterwards, more vivid images flooded my mind.

The sensation of his knife piercing flesh, the sticky warmth of the blood splattering on his face, and... Pei Lian, caught off guard and killed with a single blow.

Later, in a bloodthirsty and desperate struggle, he finally managed to stab and kill another insane man.

One of those two faces was the unsightly white hair in front of me, and the other...

I see.

The murderer who hurt my sister has been by my side all along.

Gu Zhi's chest heaved violently, a beast-like growl escaped his throat, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were almost crushed.

"It's you... It's you again, fucking."

Gu Zhi rushed forward at an astonishing speed.

He didn't even have time to put on his coat when he discovered that the locator hidden in Ruan Yi's personal belongings was gradually appearing in an unusually remote location.

Not to mention carrying guns or other weapons, at this moment they are fighting hand-to-hand with pure ferocity.

Pei Lian reacted extremely quickly, grabbing the scalpel from the tray almost the instant Gu Zhi moved, the sharp blade gleaming coldly under the light.

He dodged Gu Zhi's punch by turning his wrist and slashed the blade toward Gu Zhi's side.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of fabric being torn was particularly jarring. Gu Zhi groaned, and as he turned to the side, his arm collided with the blade again. A bloody gash immediately appeared on his forearm, and blood gushed out instantly, flowing down the muscle lines.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, grabbing Pei Lian's wrist holding the knife with his other hand and clenching it into a fist, then slamming it hard into Pei Lian's cheek.

Pei Lian was knocked to the side, his white hair disheveled, but he didn't let up at all. He suddenly tightened his wrist and stabbed the scalpel into Gu Zhi's shoulder again.

He ducked to avoid it, then slammed his elbow into the other man's ribs, and the two instantly began to wrestle.

Heavy breathing, the dull thud of fists hitting flesh, and the sharp sound of blades cutting through the air intertwined into a chaotic scene.

Gu Zhi's breathing became increasingly heavy.

Pei Lian in this life is much harder to kill than in the last.

What he didn't know was...

The man in front of her, who had once been the manipulator who controlled everything, was confident of victory and didn't take any other possibilities seriously.

That gave him the opportunity to kill him with one blow.

But now, Pei Lian's eyes were almost crazed, and every move he made was filled with a ruthless determination to die together with his opponent. He had no way out.

Perhaps in his heart, she was no longer simply a perfect work of art.

Gu Zhi's back was cut open again by the scalpel.

Despite the searing pain, he ignored it and slammed Pei Lian against the operating table.

The operating table shook violently from the impact, and Ruan Yi took the opportunity to struggle wildly, her wrists almost breaking from the tightness, and the white blindfold loosened a little.

She shook her head forcefully, and the white cloth slipped off completely.

The sight before her made her stop breathing instantly.

Gu Zhi, covered in blood, was locked in a fierce battle with Pei Lian, seemingly oblivious to the pain, his fists flying fast and hard.

It was Pei Lian who brought her here.