Xu Huo walked forward, and the raincoat-wearing player followed. Along the way, he introduced himself.
His name was Wen Dachui. He worked in hotel management, was twenty-five, and unmarried. He'd had three boyfriends and three girlfriends, and believed in platonic love. All six of his former partners had died by his hand.
"Do you have a habit of killing your exes?" Xu Huo asked, curious about his state of mind.
"It was just a breakup, nothing serious, nothing serious," Wen Dachui said, hurriedly waving his hands. "I killed them because they deserved to die."
"What do you think matters most in a relationship?" he asked Xu Huo.
"Loyalty?" Xu Huo glanced at him.
"Exactly!" Wen Dachui clapped his hands. "If someone can't even be loyal to their lover, do they deserve to be alive?"
"One second they're professing their love to me, and the next they're in someone else's bed. Then they have the nerve to claim they love me. Is love really that cheap? If things aren't working out, we can just break up. Why pull that disgusting crap?"
"So I have to make them understand that betraying love comes at a price."
Xu Huo nodded slightly. "You're certainly committed to your beliefs."
Seeing that Xu Huo hadn't reacted strangely, Wen Dachui grew even more animated. "How about I tell you how they died? I gave each of them a different punishment!"
Xu Huo made it clear he wasn't interested, then said, "You could consider dating a player."
Wen Dachui shook his head. "Dating a player is pointless. If they run off, where are you supposed to find them? Besides, whether they die or not isn't the point. What matters is that they give me a reason to hate them."
That did make a certain kind of sense.
Xu