The whole room was shrouded in dead silence. No one expected such a shocking turn of events and they all stood there in a daze.
Lin Ziyu was the first to react. He winked at his subordinates behind him, and several tall and strong men rushed towards Chen Kong who was standing not far away, trying to stop this stranger who suddenly appeared to disrupt the situation.
Han Li's expression was stern:
"wait……"
Before he could finish his words of trying to stop them, Shen Kong sneered coldly, turned his body to the side, dodged all the attacks like a fish, and then cleanly and neatly broke the joints of those people. His technique was cruel and precise, and the clear sound of flesh and bones colliding was particularly creepy in the silent room. Lin Ziyu's face became solemn. When he was about to do something else, he heard Han Li's voice again, completing the first half of the sentence:
"etc."
His voice was calm and low, but as a subordinate and friend who had been with him for many years, Lin Ziyu was keenly aware of some unstable factor hidden in Han Li's voice, as if it was a raging torrent suppressed deeply beneath the calm surface, so tense that one could almost hear the subtle tremor beneath the restrained surface.
This was the first time in all these years that Lin Ziyu saw Han Li express such clear and explicit emotions.
He was stunned and raised his hand to stop his men who were about to rush forward.
The room fell silent again.
Chen Kong calmly stepped over the people lying on the ground and walked towards Han Li who was standing in the middle of the study. His steps were steady and rhythmic. The thick carpet absorbed all the footsteps, but it seemed as if every step was following the rhythm of the heartbeat. The heavy feeling of oppression made people feel as if they could not breathe.
Han Li stood still, his pair of dark eyes fixedly staring at the young man walking towards him, his thin lips tightly pursed into a thin straight line, and his gloomy eyes seemed to be filled with dark clouds surging wildly, his emotions seemed to be restrained at a critical point by reason, and if he was not careful, they would burst out in the next second, destroying everything with an astonishing desire to destroy.
But his knuckles holding the gun turned slightly white, as if he was suppressing something.
However, Shen Kong seemed not to notice the dangerous aura lurking in Han Li's body at all. Instead, he stood in front of him without changing his expression and chuckled: "Although I can be said to have watched you grow up, I have to say that your ability is better than I thought." He paused and said uncertainly:
“…Maybe it’s my fault?”
Han Li did not answer, but just stared at Chen Kong closely.
His gaze was silent and focused, as if he wanted to deeply engrave the other person's appearance in his mind stroke by stroke.
Chen Kong casually raised his hand and gently pressed down Han Li's gun-holding hand:
"But I can't let you do that."
Han Li let Chen Kong move. The warmth of Chen Kong's palm caused the back of his cold and calm hand to tremble slightly, but his fingers were still tightly clasped on the gun handle.
He suddenly said:
"Why?"
Han Li's eyes were fixed on Shen Kong's face, not missing any slight emotional fluctuations.
He seemed to be questioning Chen Kong's conclusion, but also seemed not to be.
This question seemed to be poured into every minute and second of the past twenty years. The complex and deep emotions were mixed in every pronunciation, which was almost moving.
Chen Kong pursed his lips tightly and tightened his grip on Han Li's hand a little. The icy temperature of the other's hand was transmitted through the touching skin, almost making him feel the chill. His eyes were gloomy, as if they were condensing thousands of waves, but the surging emotions were fleeting in an instant, and even Han Li, who was closest to him, could not easily capture it.
His voice was as light as a sigh:
"Because I did it."
Han Li was slightly stunned.
Chen Kong's expression was very indifferent, as if it could be smoothed by a gust of wind, and as if it was too far away to touch. He lowered his eyes and stared at Han Li, his palm still covering the back of his hand: "Guess who the first person I killed was?"
The answer is self-evident.
Shen Kong's warm fingers slid across the back of Han Li's hand, around the side of his palm. His voice was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story:
"Taking a person's life with your own hands is different from all the experiences you've had in your life. The blood doesn't matter. What impressed me most was watching the light that symbolizes life slowly fade from his eyes. The gradually enlarged pupils slowly became empty. You watched the human reason peel off from the body. In fact, unlike what many people think, the passing of life is not floating away from the body, but more like diving into the depths of consciousness, like a shipwreck sinking to the dark seabed."
He seemed to be reminiscing, but also seemed to have long since withdrawn from his past. Now he was just looking down indifferently at the objective facts that had happened:
"Killing the first one is the easiest, because you may be just impulsive, or you may have rehearsed and planned it many times in your mind, and the following actions have become subconscious physical memory. But the time that follows is the most difficult. Those lifeless eyes will often appear in your mind, and you need more killings and excitement to forget them."
Shen Kong paused, frowned thoughtfully, and continued after a few seconds:
"I only started to get used to this feeling when I was the eleventh."
His voice was calm and casual, as if this was as insignificant as eating and drinking in his eyes. That nonchalant tone made people tremble with fear from the bottom of their hearts, and it seemed even more creepy in the dead silent room.
Chen Kong lowered his eyes and looked at Han Li's eyes seriously:
"Personally killing someone is a clear-cut line, with sanity on one side and madness on the other. Once you cross it, there is no coming back - and no one knows it better than me."
At this moment, he suddenly chuckled: "I'm not advising you not to kill people. I don't have the qualifications to do so. After all, I have more blood on my hands than you."
Shen Kong's fingertips slid between Han Li's palm and the cold gun.
With just a little effort, the heavy piece of metal fell into his palm.
His voice was deliberately lowered, with a gentle and careless allure, like a strange flower blooming under the blood moon, with a terrifying and deadly temptation, whispering softly:
"So... let me help you."
I don’t know when it started, but the distance between the two people has shortened to almost zero, and they can almost feel each other’s subtle breath.
Han Li's fingers loosened.
The heavy gun fell into Shen Kong's hands, but before he could relax, he felt the other party's cold palm flip over, suddenly clamped his wrist, and then pulled him towards himself. Shen Kong staggered when he was pulled unexpectedly, and then he felt the other party's breath hit him fiercely, biting his lips hard.
Shen Kong raised his hand and grabbed the other person's throat, trying to pull Han Li away.
But the other party kissed him even deeper regardless, almost biting his lower lip until it bleeds.
The pain from his lips aroused Chen Kong's ferocity. He raised his hand to press the back of Han Li's neck and fought back even more violently.
The gun fell between the two men and sank silently into the soft hair of the carpet.
The kiss between the two people was like a fight, like the fierce biting and fighting between ferocious beasts for territory. Blood was soon seen and the strong smell of rust filled the mouth. Han Li lacked some experience after all, and was quickly defeated by Shen Kong.
After several minutes, they separated, panting, with blood on their mouths.
Shen Kong raised his thumb and rubbed his injured lower lip, then sucked in a breath of cold air.
He frowned: "Are you born in the year of the dog?"
Han Li did not answer, but moved closer again, his fingers clenching Shen Kong's collar tightly like a spasm, his knuckles turned a faint white due to the force.
His eyes were red, and his dark eyes were fixed on Chen Kong, who was right in front of him. Before he could catch his breath, he said fiercely, "Okay! If you don't let me kill you, I won't kill you."
Chen Kong was silent for a moment, frowned, and looked at Han Li inquiringly.
Han Li stared at him deeply again, his voice low and hoarse: "What else do you want?"
Chen Kong frowned and looked back at Han Li, as if he wanted to find out something from his dark eyes, but he could only see his own shrunken face imprinted in his eyes, staring at himself in confusion.
"What if I tell you that I want you to be a good person and not get involved with gangsters?"
"good."
Han Li responded decisively.
He stared at Shen Kong's face, the stubbornness in his eyes was so heavy that it was hard to ignore, and he was so affectionate that he was almost paranoid. He said regardless with the determination not to turn back even if he hit a wall: "If you want, I will draft a contract now to separate the company's affairs in the open and in the dark. From today on, everything will be cleaned up and we will withdraw from all gray areas."
Lin Ziyu's astonished voice came from not far away: "...Brother Han?"
But Han Li did not look in the direction where the voice came from, still staring at Chen Kong steadily, as if his eyes could only hold his figure and no other scenery could be imprinted: "So...you are not allowed to leave this time."
His eyes were so bright that Shen Kong had to look away, as if if he looked any longer, he would be overwhelmed by that strange and frightening emotion. His mood was a little complicated, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment:
"you……"
At this moment, the cold mechanical voice of the system came to my ears: "Ten minutes are about to end. The correctional officer will be sent to the studio headquarters for score assessment. One minute countdown: 60, 59..."
Shen Kong had to harden his heart:
"I'm sorry, I still have to go... maybe next time..."
But there won’t be a next time.
Shen Kong knew it well.
He used the next two time nodes to exchange for the ten-minute extension of the transmission. Regardless of whether Han Li fulfilled his oath to "be a good person", his work in this world was over. However, the only difference was that if Han Li was finally pulled back to his original fate as a villain by the world line, his points would be cleared. Shen Kong knew that if he told Han Li that he might die, this stupid man who had stubbornly looked for him for ten years might really stick to the right path.
But he doesn't think about it so much now.
Han Li seemed to realize something. He grabbed Shen Kong's collar even tighter. His calm and composed appearance suddenly cracked. He gritted his teeth and said in a panic:
"At least, tell me your name—"
Chen Kong raised his hand and gently touched Han Li's cheek. The hot fingertips branded the cold side of Han Li's face with a higher temperature, causing him to shudder involuntarily. Then, the young man standing in front of him suddenly leaned close to Han Li's ear. The light and bitter smell of grass once again enveloped Han Li. The other party's warm breath brushed his earlobe and sent a few hoarse words to his ear: "Remember, my name is Chen Kong"
The mechanical voice beside my ears became louder and harsher, cold and pure, without a trace of emotion: "It has been detected that the opportunity for the correctional officer to complete the task has been exhausted. The correctional officer is being transferred to the headquarters of the Correction Three Views Studio. The countdown begins: ten, nine, eight..."
Chen Kong sighed, lowered his head, and lightly touched Han Li's lips:
"goodbye."
“…Two, one.”
——Never see you again.
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