Someone is forcing Bai Liu to do to Tavel what those investors and the factory director did to him, and forcing him to become the person he was supposed to be.

Bai Liu didn't want to do it, but he was not completely helpless. He just needed to take a gamble.

But Tawil would never allow this.

The moment Bai Liu thought of this method, he quickly lowered his head.

Tavel knew him too well. It was difficult for Bai Liu to hide his thoughts in front of this guy. He could only frown and pretend to be thinking, and then gave an answer: "...the antidote. I have no other choice. I have already made a deal with others."

"All you need is my blood." Tavel stretched out his hand, and a tiny, thorny vine of blood ganoderma emerged from the blue blood vessels under his white wrist. Bright red blood instantly flowed down around both sides of his wrist.

The vines greedily wrapped around the path where the blood was flowing and began to grow wantonly, spreading inside Tavel's arm in a binding manner. The sharp black thorns pierced the porcelain-white skin, and soon more blood gushed out from the hole-like wound.

Tavel's face quickly turned pale as the vines entangled him, and his breathing rhythm began to slow down due to excessive blood loss. Blood continued to drip from his fingertips as he held Bai Liu.

"I... need a container to hold the blood." Tawil said paused, his eyelids half closed. "Like a baptismal font."

Bai Liu scanned the room and fixed his gaze on a horizontal glass display cabinet that opened upwards.

Tawil unconsciously lay down in the replacement glass cabinet that the factory workers had prepared for his heart - this cabinet had just been pulled out when Bai Liu and his team broke in, and it was still intact, without any damage. It was about the same length as Tawil's height, just enough for him to lie down in.

The blood that seeped out silently soon soaked the backs of Tawil's hands, which were placed on both sides of the glass cabinet.

——The scene was exactly the same as when Shetta was lying in the baptismal font in the church.

Bai Liuxia consciously turned his face away and stood up with his back to the scene.

His breathing quickened involuntarily, his hands kept opening and closing, and he kept getting closer to Tavier. The fragrance caused his mental state to slowly drop, and at this moment, he finally reached the critical point of hallucination.

A lot of mixed voices began to appear in his mind:

[——He’s in pain! Can’t you see he’s in pain! Are you a monster? Do you have no feelings? Stop now!]

[Do you know how much pain he is in? Why are you torturing him? How can someone like you have a most important person?]

[Are you unable to empathize with others? ]

[He is really a monster, right? ]

[Bai Liu, your mental state is not right. Go see a psychiatrist...]

[…Severe traumatic stress syndrome, when encountering traumatic scenes, they will subconsciously repeat the stereotyped movements at that time…]

[Bai Liu, why are you afraid of water? You are not afraid of water at all. You are afraid of seeing the corpse in the water. Do you still remember who he is? ! ]

[Really, Sheta has died for you! ]

[…Some PTSD patients who are not themselves injured but have strong empathy will constantly imagine the original scene, simulating themselves to bear the injury in place of that person to reduce their guilt…]

[It would be great if I was the one being tortured, the one in pain, the one dying... It would be great if I could replace Su Yang...]

Everything started to get confusing in Bai Liu's mind.

Through the tiny gap behind the window curtains, I could see Shetta constantly submerged in the baptismal font, his hair hanging down on both sides of his face dripping with blood.

From the beginning to the end, Bai Liu's original childhood fantasies have always been about Shetta - the one who was called a monster by other children, the one who was rejected and punished badly by the teacher, the one who was baptized alone in the church and locked up, the one who was washed by being drowned in the baptismal font again and again, the one who could not escape from the orphanage, all of them were Shetta.

It’s not Bai Liu, it’s not Bai Liu, it’s Xie Ta.

And in Bai Liu's lost old memories, why was the person who experienced all this replaced by himself?

Bai Liu's breathing became rapid, and his skin began to feel a stinging sensation as if some vines were drilling into it.

He covered his neck, and the intense pain of the blood vessels in his neck, as if vines were piercing him, made him frown - but in fact there was nothing there.

A vine as thick as a finger pierced Tavel's neck. His breathing gradually became weaker, and his long hair floated in the blood, entangled with the vine.

Bai Liu began to feel unsteady on his feet. He felt as if spikes were constantly coming out of every bone in his body. Every time he breathed, he felt severe pain due to the contraction and stretching of his muscles. He could not stand steadily when he moved and he almost fainted and fell to his knees.

But in fact, there was nothing in Bai Liu's body. It was just an illusion, an illusion that was too real.

These hallucinations created by Bai Liuqian's consciousness are making him experience the same thing as Tavier.

Tawil's voice came from behind him: "Are you leaving?"

"What are you going to do?"

Tavel's peaceful voice calmed Bai Liu down.

Bai Liu held onto a shaky cooling pipe and took two deep breaths, allowing his brain, which had become a mess, to maintain some basic thinking. Then he answered Tavel: "Go tell the people outside that I found the [antidote]."

"You lied," Tawil said. "Bai Liu, you never looked me in the face when you lied."

His tone was as gentle as when he first saw Bai Liu in the church: "Would you like to tell me what you are going to do when you leave me?"

——【Would you like to read a book with me? 】

Bai Liu's body seemed to be controlled by some consciousness that he was unaware of. He was like a malfunctioning robot. He turned around stutteringly and saw Tavel sitting up in the pool of blood.

——She was covered with thorns, but she was still focused and looking at him intently. Her body was covered with pinhole-like wounds, and there was a faint smile on her face.

Bai Liu's pupils contracted slightly and then dilated.

...Xie Ta's body, which was full of pinholes, was lying next to the pond, and Bai Liu was kneeling beside him, exhausted after doing CPR for who knows how long.

Bai Liu was paralyzed in the spot with his eyes blank. Then he leaned over the corpse, clenched his fist and pressed it against Shetta's heartless chest. He opened and closed his fist gently, and whispered softly, imitating the sound of a heartbeat:

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang--"

"Wouldn't your heartbeat be faster? Why isn't it even beating now..."

"Dance for me..."

The words of that crappy psychiatrist whom Bai Liu had visited several times because it was free kept ringing in his ears:

[…From what your friend said, you have severe PTSD, a type of witness trauma, and you need to adjust yourself…]

[However, your personality is too extreme. If you encounter a similar situation next time, your reaction will probably be very extreme - you will do your best to prevent similar things from happening again in front of you, and you may even replace the other person with yourself...]

"What are you going to do, Bai Liu?" Tavel raised his silver-blue eyes and looked at him.

Bai Liu moved the fingers hanging at his side and summoned a card - a poker card with the Ace of Hearts.

He opened his mouth and finally said, "I'm going to find a mirror."

[Liu Jiayi, can this Ace of Hearts completely transform a person into another person? Including blood and the like?]

[Why are you asking this? If you can find the existence of a person who is completely different in your heart, get close to him, and transform the blood composition, this skill card can do it. ]

[What about other characteristics? Like blood regeneration speed and tolerance to death? ]

[= =What the hell is this? Who are you going to transform into? Whose most important person is like this? Blood regeneration, death tolerance, it sounds——]

[——It looks like a monster.]

"What do you want a mirror for?" Tawil asked.

"Let me see myself." Bai Liu said.

[Yeah, who has a monster like this as the most important person in their heart~]

[Wow, Bai Liu, the expression on your face is so disgusting, and you were smiling so strangely just now! ]

"Why do you want to see yourself?" Tawil asked.

Bai Liu lowered his neck and looked down at his own reflection in the water pond on the ground. The ripples of the roses were still dazzling in his pupils like the surface of a summer pond, and his face was expressionless.

It stayed quiet like this for a very long time, and at the same time, the heart in the center of the Ace of Hearts poker card in his hand was spinning rapidly.

The person in Tao's heart quickly changed from Su Yang to another person.

Bai Liu's hair grew longer, and his limbs became as powerful and perfect as sculptures. His body was covered with needle holes, and his neck was covered with thorns from the puncture points. His body was bathed in blood, and his long silver-blue eyelashes drooped. Light pink rose essence mixed with blood dripped from his jaw and eyelashes, and his curly hair coiled behind his waist.

"Because this time... I want to be the monster that is tortured." Bai Liu said.