Fresh, writhing flesh still covered the surroundings of the Japanese-style villa.
Zhang Chen returned to the villa. Tomie was in the study, lying relaxed atop a wooden desk and staring intently at the small glass bottle before her.
The corpses and heads that had previously been in the living room and bathroom, along with the corresponding blades of grass and glass bottles, had not originally been there. Zhang Chen knew they were primitive scenes created by Tomie's instinct after taking root in the blood fetus, all so she could remain lucid.
"Tomie, there's something I need to ask of you," Zhang Chen said softly as he entered the study.
"Go ahead. I'm listening." Tomie did not even turn her head to look at Zhang Chen. Her attention was entirely focused on the tiny blade of grass in the glass bottle. In Zhang Chen's eyes, Tomie was no longer slurring her words, and her condition was gradually stabilizing.
"There is something foreign inside your body. It suppresses your memories of me and this world, as well as restrains your original self. I don't know if you can trust me enough to let me touch your body and remove that foreign object from within?"
Zhang Chen tried asking this crucial question. If Tomie agreed, Yu Ming would only need to watch from the side.
Yet when Zhang Chen asked, Tomie, who had been resting her head on her arm as she stared at the grass, gave no response. The silence made Zhang Chen feel that something was wrong.
"Tomie?" Zhang Chen softly called her name again.
"My body... Isn't my body what all men want? Trust you? What exactly do you want me to trust?"
As Tomie spoke, her emotions churned violently within her.
"Tomie. Wait. That's not what I meant..."
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