Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"As long as they collapse enough, they will lose their sanity and do more outrageous things until they become a sieve with holes everywhere."

Ye Kong said slowly, "Who knows? Maybe it will be useful and help us find more breakthroughs."

"..."

Wen Can looked at her without saying anything.

Ye Kong looked back for a moment, and without waiting for his reaction, he hesitated: "Do you think it's unreasonable? This is inhumane? Then I can think of something else..."

"..." Wen Can couldn't hold back his smile. Although it was very short, Ye Kong caught it immediately.

"What are you laughing at?" She frowned slightly.

"I'm just wondering, what kind of image do you have of me in your heart?" Wen Can said, "In your eyes, am I Jesus Christ descended to earth, the reincarnation of the Holy Father? I'm so kind that I'm almost losing my humanity."

"..."

Wen Can took her hand, turned around and walked forward.

"I'm not the person you think I am."

Hearing this, Ye Kong immediately asked cunningly: "What kind of person am I thinking of you?"

"..."

The two walked through the garden, out of the gate, and got into the car.

"It's hard to explain exactly, but I think that in your eyes, I am a little too good and too fragile." Wen Can opened the car door for her. "In your eyes, I am very kind, so kind that you can't bear to treat harshly the accomplice in my mother's case."

Ye Kong sat in the car, feeling a bit inexplicably guilty. He waited until Wen Can walked around the front of the car and got in before saying, "But in fact, you didn't treat him harshly."

"But I also agree with the method of torturing people you just mentioned, and I am even happy to let Xiaofei do it."

As the car started, Ye Kong replied: "That's different, that's the solution I came up with."

"Well, what would you do if it were you?"

"Except for what I just told you - well, actually I think this method is too mild." Ye Kong fastened his seat belt and shrugged in the dim car. "If it were me, I would never put him in such a good hospital. I would lock him up, either in the manor or somewhere else. In short, it would not be a luxurious room with a big bed and a big table, but a place like a confinement room, small and closed enough - if I can guarantee that he will not die, I would directly choose a coffin, make a hole in the coffin for eating, and when it is time to eat, I would pull out the cork and stuff the food directly into his mouth so that he would not starve to death, and then replay everything I said before on a loop outside the coffin."

Ye Kong thought for a moment and said, "If it's just this kind of condition, he should soon have no time to care about what's being broadcasted. But I won't lock him up for too long the first time. Three days is the limit. Let him out for some fresh air before he completely collapses - half an hour, then lock him back up half an hour later. This time lock him up for five days, then let him out for another half an hour after five days, then lock him up for fourteen days the third time - without a regular pattern, you don't know where the torment will end, waiting and persistence lose their meaning, and when expectations are dashed again and again in pain, you will completely fall into despair."

"But of course." Ye Kong added, "I don't think he can hold on for that long. Maybe in less than three days I will have a crazy enemy who will say anything and won't do anything."

"..."

Ye Kong rolled down the car window, and the cool night breeze along with the dim street lights intermittently blew in, making the girl's voice light and floating.

"How is it? Do you realize how soft-hearted and kind you are now?"

"..."

"But this is also because I am not you. I don't know how deep the hatred between you is, nor do I know what kind of unbreakable friendship you once had. What I said is aimed at the mortal enemy I imagined - but I am not sure," Ye Kong turned his head to look at Wen Can, "whether that old man, or even Wen Rong, can be considered your mortal enemy."

"..."

Wen Can's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and his throat tightened slightly: "Of course they are all the targets that I must avenge."

"Yes, of course I know this, but," Ye Kong paused and chose to say, "The target of revenge and the enemy are different."

The tires suddenly stopped on the ground, and due to inertia, they made a loud and harsh noise.

Ye Kong was restrained by the safety belt, which prevented him from falling forward in embarrassment.

She stared at the endless black night ahead of her, and heard Wen Can's calm voice beside her - but anyone could hear the tide of darkness that was about to erupt beneath the calm.

"What's the difference?" he asked.

"You know." Ye Kong turned to look at him.

The street lights shone through the leafy treetops above, cutting the dark carriage into dim shadows, but Wen Can held the steering wheel with both hands and did not look at her.

"The target is a dead object without personality, which means you have no feelings for him, nor do you have intense hatred. It seems to be true because I have never seen uncontrolled anger or strong condemnation in you. You should have these, just like anyone would sympathize and understand the family members who yelled at the perpetrator in the court. But you didn't. You seemed to only regard them as targets of revenge, dead objects that did not need love or hatred."

Ye Kong unbuckled his seat belt and turned to face him: "But sometimes I can feel that you are in pain, Wen Can. I think you are in pain, but you have deliberately ignored this pain too much of the time, right? Just like you forcibly set them as targets of revenge, instead of treating them as enemies who can be hated and condemned - you are just completing the task, but if it is just completing the task, you shouldn't be so painful."

"..."

The steering wheel creaked a little in those two hands.

Apart from that, there was no movement.

The wind was blowing quietly, and the leaves were rustling.

The car was parked with its lights on on the side of the road, which was deserted all around, just like it was parked in a sea full of undercurrents with no idea where it was or where it was going.

There was fog on the sea, which condensed and dispersed little by little, filling the darkness and making it heavy and difficult for the people on the boat to breathe, as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in their lungs.

Ye Kong's hands hanging by her side clenched unconsciously, and her heartbeat quickened a little.

But there was no expression on her face, she just waited quietly and cautiously.

After a long time, until it was so long that it made people wonder if there was no one in the car and only two ghosts, she finally heard Wen Can's voice.

Through the foggy light and shadow, a nightmare-like feeling came.

"My name is Wen Can," he said. "Chi Wandao said it's Wen for gentleness and Can for brilliance. I believed it before, but it wasn't until these seven years that I realized that my Wen is the Wen of Wen Rong, the Wen of Wen Shengtian, and the Wen family's Wen."

Ye Kong's pupils shrank: "Did Wen Rong's words at the dinner party affect you?"

"No, I knew it before that."