"Thank you."
Those words echoed beside Ji Li's ear. He could not hear them clearly, so he wanted to open his eyes and see who was speaking.
"Thank you so much."
Ji Li still could not open his eyes. He could only tell that the voice belonged to a very young girl.
He began forcing his eyelids apart with all his strength. After struggling for a long time, he finally opened them a sliver.
"Thank you for your heart."
In his blurred vision, a girl in a thin white dress said those words.
Ji Li could not see clearly or hear clearly. He desperately wanted to see what the girl looked like, but she gave him no chance.
After saying those three sentences, the girl turned and left. She moved slowly, yet grew farther and farther away.
Until Ji Li tiredly closed his eyes, turning everything back into darkness.
The darkness did not last long.
A sudden, vicious, horrifying scene flashed into his mind.
In an old, dim room, that long-haired man in a trench coat used both hands to tear apart a boy's flesh.
Those hands were like two guillotine blades—sharp and merciless—as they swiftly split and dismembered the boy, digging out his internal organs.
In the end, he held a still-beating heart in his palms.
Blood splattered all over him. His indifferent eyes and cold expression stood in stark contrast to the boy's terrified, astonished corpse behind him.
The owner of that face was himself—Ji Li.
The first scene ended.
Half-conscious, Ji Li suddenly recalled the illusion he had seen when he killed the security guard.
The memories from before and the current scene matched up. The two boys were the same person.
The second scene began.
Frame after frame, scene after scene, displayed the most horrifying methods