Chapter 196 Complete Loss of Reason

Xin Que paused, her hand gripping the shards of the sword.

Clang.

Luo Huayi casually tossed the military knife in his hand aside.

The man leaned down and held her tightly in his arms, falling completely silent.

Only tears silently slid down the corners of her eyes and into Xin Que's neck.

"You've already fooled me so much, why...why not just clean things up...and completely fool me?"

With a choked voice, Luo Huayi bit down on her collarbone.

In this corner of the world, abandoned by all, he rehearsed countless times how to tear to pieces the woman who had exploited and squeezed him until she had no value left.

Hatred sustained him through countless resurrections, allowing him to rise again from the sea of ​​blood.

But when the living Xin Que stood before him, Luo Huayi couldn't bring himself to do it.

After killing Xin Que, what sustained him in his life?

She is a pillar when you love her, and she is also a pillar when you hate her.

He hates her.

I hate her for being heartless and cruel.

He hated her for easily deceiving him and leaving him in this desolate hell.

Xin Que had no idea how many times he had fought the Five Statue King in order to survive and seek revenge against her.

He was easily tortured and killed by the Five Senses King at the beginning, but in the end, he forcibly built this twisted war city from the death of the stack.

Through repeated brushes with death and resurrection, he went from being a moth drawn to a flame to being able to contend with the Five Statue King.

Xin Que knew nothing.

She used him and then easily withdrew, leaving him trapped in a cage, tormented and twisted by hatred day after day, unable to find relief.

So why should he let Xin Que die so easily?

Luo Huayi slowly closed her sore and aching eyes.

Incompetent.

That's fucking pathetic.

Even now, he's still making all sorts of excuses for not being able to do it.

Even now, he still hopes to hear an explanation from Xin Que.

As long as you say you also have your reasons...

As long as you deny the disgusting schemes in the mouth of the Five Senses King...

No matter how lame the excuse, he could still convince himself to continue believing in her wholeheartedly.

I hate it... I'm just too tired.

But Xin Que said nothing.

Her silence already revealed her attitude.

Luo Huayi slowly released her.

The man's dull, lifeless eyes had completely lost their sparkle. "You're even stingy with lies."

The tearing sensation in Xin Que's consciousness grew increasingly severe.

She must immediately return to the new interrogation plan.

“Luo Huayi,” Xin Que said, grabbing the shard and stabbing it into his carotid artery, “I don’t have time to play these kinds of emotional games with you.”

"I've always only ever cared about my own interests."

In the man's dilated pupils, Xin Que was entangled and crushed by the black iron thorns that rushed forward to protect Luo Huayi.

"That's strange..."

You insist on choosing options other than the correct answer in multiple-choice questions.

Luo Huayi's expression froze.

He frantically tried to pull the thorns entangled in the doll fragments, but it was too late.

Only inanimate objects.

With trembling hands, Luo Huayi gathered the scattered fragments of the doll together, searching through them piece by piece, but she could not find any trace of the soul.

Finally, he exhausted his strength, knelt on the ground, gripped his hair tightly with both hands, and let out the roars of a wild beast on the verge of despair.

No one responded to his despair.

...

When Xin Que opened her eyes again, she finally returned to her physical form.

"Xin Que?" Ying Yun forced a smile, her eyes red-rimmed, as if she had been crying for a long time.

He held Xin Que's hand tightly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Xin Que "..."

What is she afraid of?

Many police officers surrounded the area, their sirens blaring deafeningly.

The nurse and Ying Yun were talking nervously to each other, and Xin Que finally realized from their conversation that she was at a certain point in the plot.

She was kidnapped from near a breakfast stall in town by gangsters hired by the Xu family and almost smuggled out of the country.

Ying Yun forced a smile and pulled Xin Que into his arms. "They were carrying guns and tried to break through the checkpoint... but were shot dead on the spot by the police."

The man said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Don't be afraid... no one knows our true identities."

"We'll move as soon as things calm down."

Xin Que remained silent for a moment, then revealed a hint of helplessness. When the nurse came over to ask about her condition, she tightly gripped her arm, looking completely distracted.

A small string of characters silently disappeared into the nurse's clothes from her palm.

She subtly weaves clues into the less obvious yet still detectable corners of the interrogation plan, enticing the prison to investigate according to her own line of thought...

Only by stirring up trouble can she have a chance to turn the tables.

Xin Que lowered her eyes and was escorted away from the sealed-off scene by Ying Yun, without raising her head.

“Xin Que,” Ying Yun said, sitting down by her single bed with a bowl of hot soup. “Drinking something sweet will help soothe your mood.”

Xin Que raised her dazed eyes and looked at Ying Yun.

Does the administrator really think she's fallen for Luo Huayi?

Even the central character this time was modeled after Luo Huayi's personality.

"Thank you, no need." She pushed away the hot soup. "I'll be fine in a bit."

His behavior was very much in line with the withdrawn nature of a mercenary after being stressed.

Ying Yun's brows and eyes revealed an unconcealable worry.

He casually placed the soup bowl on the coffee table and knelt down beside Xin Que's bed.

Xin Que watched as he held her hand to his ear, and a sudden flashback appeared before her eyes to Luo Huayi's submissive demeanor in the past.

Xin Que instinctively tried to pull her hand away.

"I'm worried about you." Ying Yun rubbed her palm and sighed. "Too many negative emotions, it's painful to keep them bottled up..."

"I know you only trust yourself, but no one is made of iron; everyone has moments of vulnerability..."

"Xin Que, I hope that by relying on yourself, I can become your temporary haven of rest and respite."

“We are husband and wife… although most of the time we are just husband and wife in name only… but I still hold onto a tiny, unattainable hope, even if it’s just for a day, an hour, or a minute…”

"For a fleeting moment, I was overjoyed to have you genuinely acknowledge me as your husband."

Xin Que got goosebumps.

This humanoid program is an enhanced and domesticated version of Luo Huayi, taking the approach of gentle persuasion, with every sentence directly targeting Xin Que's mental weaknesses after losing his memory.

In all her public actions, she always puts Xin Que first. If she weren't constantly on guard, she could easily be exposed like a frog being slowly boiled in water.

She frantically told herself that the bigger picture was more important and that she couldn't kill anyone yet.

Finally, Xin Que bent down and hugged him, patting his back, her voice hoarse, "I know."

A faint scent of cologne clung to Ying Yun's clothes, leaving a trace.

This made her even more disgusted.

After carefully covering Xin Que with the blanket, Ying Yun turned off the light and lay down on his single bed.

"Go to sleep... You have to go to the police station tomorrow to cooperate with the investigation."

Xin Que had just closed her eyes when she was startled awake by the thorns spreading wildly in the darkness.

She seems to have developed a subtle data connection with the puppet program in Luo Huayi's world.

He can see scenes from his world as long as he falls asleep.

The scene was a bit hard to describe.

The thorn forest grew out of that city, spreading in all directions like roots.

Luo Huayi's voice was hoarse and even extremely unpleasant. He called out someone's name as he wandered aimlessly through the thorny thicket like a headless fly.

He's practically a madman.