Chen Ke looked straight out the car window without glancing to the side, but he sat up a little straighter.
"That was the first time I killed someone. I dragged a drunken, unconscious Japanese ronin to a deserted corner. My heart was pounding with nervousness as I held the knife. The first stab hit his abdomen. He screamed in pain, which startled me. In my terror, I cut off his tongue..."
Chen Ke suddenly turned his head to look at Chen Zhuo, his eyes filled with deep disbelief.
Chen Zhuo seemed to enjoy Chen Ke's shock, a slow smile playing on his lips, a fleeting look of pleasure in his eyes.
So Chen Ke listened as he continued, "But he wasn't dead yet. Maybe because he was wearing too many layers in the winter, he convulsed in pain and collapsed to the ground, knocking over a nearby trash can with a loud crash. That sound almost stopped my heart, because there were patrol soldiers not far away. If they had discovered me, I would have been in big trouble. So, in my panic, I slit his throat—"
"Enough!" Chen Ke finally couldn't take it anymore.
The former Chen Zhuo was stubborn, sensitive, and gloomy, so he tried everything to make him cheerful, lively, sunny, and positive. When he suddenly disappeared, he was a little worried that Chen Zhuo's personality might revert to the same as before, but he never thought that he would become like this!
Tell him about the murder in a calm, even pleasant tone. He's not seeking revenge; he's looking for the pleasure of torture!
"Huh? What? Are you scared? Or do you find me disgusting? Or are you disappointed that I didn't grow up the way you expected?"
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