Yandere is contagious
If someone who had been kind to her since childhood spoke to her like that, Yan Kui would definitely feel sad.
However, she had already prepared for the worst when facing Shen Xiuyan, and such words were still within her acceptable range.
So she turned her gaze to his chin, her expression defiant.
If you had to find an emoji to describe her expression, it would probably be—
That's it?
So arguing is a process that tests one's psychological resilience; some people have already changed.
Shen Xiuyan realized this, pursed his lips, straightened up and took a step back, then glanced at the hand that Yan Kui was holding.
“You don’t have to answer my question,” Yan Kui said, looking at him, “but I have the right to find the answer myself.”
Shen Xiuyan was about to say something when she said, "Or, you can use the knife in your right hand to kill me, then I won't come looking for you again."
Yan Kui didn't even know what she was saying, but seeing Shen Xiuyan's slightly bewildered expression, her words unconsciously carried an air of excitement.
"Haven't you always wanted to drive me insane? Wouldn't it be simpler to just kill me?"
She grabbed his hand, took a step forward, and stood even closer, her smile as warm as a little sun. "Let's do it...brother?"
Shen Xiuyan saw no fear in her smile. She wasn't threatening him with her life; she was genuinely prepared to risk it.
"Just to find the answer?" Shen Xiuyan's fingers danced as he opened the knife. "Kui Kui, wouldn't it be better to live freely?"
Yan Kui listened to his gentle murmur; the tone was so fake, so fake that she almost wanted to cry.
As soon as she thought that, in the blink of an eye, the moisture in her eyes condensed into two tears, which leaped down from her eye sockets and landed on Shen Xiuyan's arm.
Yan Kui swore to God that she wasn't crying because she was sad or scared, but she just couldn't hold it in.
She cried right after making those harsh words, and even she felt a little embarrassed.
Shen Xiuyan looked somewhat helpless. He threw the open knife onto the table behind him, raised his hand, and gently wiped away the tears on Yan Kui's face.
His fingertips still carried the coolness of the knife tip, bringing a moment of clarity to Yan Kui's hazy consciousness.
Yan Kui wanted to continue talking to him, but found that he had already curled the corners of his mouth, and then quickly and decisively pulled her away and pushed her out.
Bang--
The door closed.
Yan Kui: ...
The first time in her life she was kicked out of the house was by her non-biological brother, whom she had always avoided.
Yan Kui seriously considered the probability that her commotion would make him open the door again. Considering his character, she felt it was practically impossible.
She really wanted to yell something like "I'll be back!" at the door, but then thought it was too lame, so she kicked the door twice, secretly angry.
However, today was not entirely fruitless.
She did something she had never dared to do before.
That night, Shen Xiuyan thought carefully about Yan Kui's words, but he really couldn't understand what she was thinking.
Is it that things aren't fun outside, the shows aren't good, the books aren't easy to read, the money isn't easy to spend, or there's not enough homework? She has to spend time finding out what's going on.
He wasn't a good person to begin with, so why should he write a whole article explaining to her, word by word, why he became like this?
Shen Xiuyan himself found it laughable.
If I had to say, it would probably be because...
He thought of someone's face, gave a mocking smile, and drifted off to sleep.
For the next few nights, Yan Kui would come to bother him without fail, as if she had nothing else to do.
Shen Xiuyan didn't have time to deal with her for the time being. People who commit suicide are never as anxious as those who are murdered. Besides, he had other things to do besides investigating the murderer.
Due to the vast difference in strength, Yan Kui could barely even get through the door, but she was extremely patient and would not give up until she achieved her goal.
One morning, as Shen Xiuyan was about to leave the house, he tripped over something and almost fell.
He held onto the door and looked at Yan Kui, who was leaning against the wall, sleeping like a female corpse.
She didn't leave last night?
Startled awake by his kick, Yan Kui saw him dressed neatly and ready to leave, and immediately stood up, nagging in his ear as if demanding his life, "I've been waiting for you so long... I was afraid you'd run off first, so I didn't even have time for breakfast... Ha..."
She yawned as she spoke, and she had changed her clothes; they weren't the same ones she wore yesterday.
It seems she arrived ahead of schedule. Shen Xiuyan raised an eyebrow and decided to let her return to her sheltered environment.
"You won't be wronged anymore, you won't be scolded by your mother, and you don't have to worry about giving me what you like. Go home now and don't come looking for me again."
Yan Kui yawned again. "If you want to persuade me, at least be gentle in your tone, otherwise I won't agree."
The feeling of solving a problem at its root is an unparalleled joy.
“I just don’t understand,” she said, blocking his way, her tone puzzled. “If we switch those things out, I’m not afraid of being wronged, I’m not afraid of being beaten, and I don’t want anything. If you insist on having it, Xie Chi can have it. Why don’t you go home?”
Shen Xiuyan had never understood why she didn't go crazy, but now he did.
She might have been crazy all along.
“I’m an outsider. That’s your home, not mine,” Shen Xiuyan reminded her.
“You’ll hurt Mom’s feelings if you say that.” Yan Kui herself didn’t seem to care much. “She’s always liked you a lot, treated you like her own son, and was even better to you than to me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have disliked you for so long.”
"But why do you have to do it this way?" She looked directly into Shen Xiuyan's eyes, trying to see a different emotion in them.
No one is born bad.
"Get out of my way." Shen Xiuyan stopped wasting words with her and prepared to leave.
Yan Kui obediently made way for him, but then followed behind him.
She got up early for this moment. If her first question was why Shen Xiuyan had become like this, her second question was what he had been doing. Since there were no records of his spending, how did he support himself?
“If you want me to go back, then stop following me,” Shen Xiuyan warned her in the elevator. “My patience is limited.”
Yan Kui shrugged, not taking the bait. "I'm not stupid. I've already come all this way, and I'm not stupid enough to not get up this early."
Shen Xiuyan stopped arguing with her and just smiled. Yan Kui didn't understand the meaning of his smile at first.
It wasn't until she watched him nimbly scale a fence and leave, while she had to go around in circles to get out, that she understood what the natural differences between people meant.
"Shen Xiuyan, you just wait!" The impotent rage of the defeated man resurfaced.
Although she couldn't catch up with him, she had already figured out the trick. Yan Kui composed herself and prepared to regroup the next day, but from morning to noon, she still hadn't seen Shen Xiuyan come out.
She knocked on the door a few more times to check for any sounds, but Shen Xiuyan didn't open the door. Instead, she was noticed by a neighbor who was taking out the trash.
"Young lady, what are you doing standing in front of that family's door?" A neighbor asked kindly, carrying a bag of trash.
Yan Kui felt that she was being a bit strange, so she told her neighbor only half the truth, "I came to see my brother. He's being independent and won't come home. My mom is very worried."
Upon hearing this, the neighbor, forgetting to throw away the trash, glared at her and asked again, "Your brother lives in apartment 4 of building B20?"
This reaction surprised Yan Kui. She looked up at the house number and then continued to her neighbor, "Yes, it's this place."
The neighbors reacted strongly, "Young lady, no offense, but you should go home right now. This house across the street is notorious for being haunted. It's been vacant for ages, and we've never heard of any young men moving in..."
Yan Kui experienced the legendary feeling of her heart skipping a beat.
She glanced back at the door she had been knocking on for days. She hadn't looked closely before, but now, upon closer inspection, she noticed a tattered "福" (good fortune) character pasted on it, the blood-red paper stained with eerie dark grime.
The strangest thing is that the "Fu" character wasn't pasted upright or upside down; it was pasted crookedly on the door.
No respectable family would put up the character "福" (fortune) like that; it would be better if they didn't.
Yan Kui wasn't actually a coward; otherwise, she wouldn't have come here alone at night to look for someone. But some of the things she said, even if she felt they shouldn't be right, still gave her goosebumps for no reason.
In layman's terms, it's terrifying to think about.
The neighbor went to throw out the trash, so Yan Kui didn't dare to linger and went downstairs with him in the elevator.
"Uncle, is that room really unoccupied?" Before Yan Kui was reborn, she would never have asked such a question.
But since she had the chance to witness such an event, out of curiosity, she couldn't just back down.
The main problem was that she still couldn't believe it. To put it bluntly, Shen Xiuyan's voice and smile seemed to be right in front of her. How could a living person just disappear like that?
"There's really no one there." The neighbor's expression was somewhat exaggerated. "You have no idea what happened in that house a few years ago, someone died!"
A dead person? This was the first time Yan Kui had heard of such a thing in real life. She was a little nervous and curious. "How did they die?"
"Hey, he must have been murdered, otherwise how could the yin energy be so strong and he still wouldn't leave after all these years?"
The neighbor recounted the story in great detail: "That woman was dismembered at night and her body was thrown into the toilet. I was the one who sensed something was wrong and reported it. By the time the police arrived, she had been dead for over half a month!"
Yan Kui felt a chill run down her spine, so Shen Xiuyan had lived in such a room before?
"Has the murderer been caught yet? This is terrifying." Yan Kui was somewhat impressed by the people who could still live here.
"They say they caught him, but we don't know what happened afterward." The neighbor pointed in a direction. "Little sister, I have to go throw out the trash over there. You should ask your brother what happened and tell him to be careful!"
Yan Kui stared at her neighbor's retreating figure, her mind somewhat hazy.
Tell him to be careful...
But she can't even find him!
Yan Kui turned around, glanced in the direction of room 4 on the 20th floor, and sighed.
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