Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Lu Ran wore a pure black mask, but his eyes and brows remained mostly cold. Hearing the sound, he quickly walked to the front.

Yi Yi gave Cheng Jingyi a wink and said, "This time we mainly need to rely on you. If all goes well, we can be back within three hours."

Cheng Jingyi hummed in agreement. He also put on a mask to cover his face and followed behind the two people in front.

He paused as he turned the corner, glancing back at his hiding place. He remembered the floor where they were hiding, quickly pinpointing the location even from the ground floor.

The silhouette of the person standing by the window was indistinct, making it even harder to discern in the dark gray air of the early morning.

Cheng Jingyi looked up at him for a second or two, and in that instant, Shen Yisui's figure seemed to overlap with the dark figure in front of the French window many years ago.

At that time, Cheng Jingyi only thought he was a damned bastard, but now she saw him as somewhat helpless and pitiful.

The figure by the window only stayed there for a few seconds. As Cheng Jingyi walked to the corner, the figure moved away and disappeared from Cheng Jingyi's sight.

Cheng Jingyi withdrew his gaze, a hint of coldness rising in his eyes, and walked into the alley with the two people in front of him.

*

Shen Yisui only stood at the window for a while.

He was originally blind, and now he was standing there not for anything special, but so that Cheng Jingyi could see him.

Shen Yisui didn't know where he was going, but Cheng Jingyi would definitely be able to sense where Shen Yisui was.

"Now it's all over," he said leisurely, hiding his true self in his sleeve. "We've lost our helpers, it's just the two of us left."

Shen Yisui bit the leather belt in his mouth, returned to the corner of the room and sat down, casually placing his hands, which were bound by another leather belt, on his knees.

"He will come back," Shen Yisui answered in his heart. "Besides, this is a plan, and Shen Heng will be here soon."

"You're not living a life of ignominy at all," someone clicked their tongue.

Shen Yisui: "..."

Shen Yisui ignored the cowardly act of clinging to life. He had deliberately torn his shirt at the chest earlier, revealing his lungs and half of his heart that had been pierced by ice shards.

Cheng Jingyi once used crystal cores to help Shen Yisui repair his body, but there weren't enough crystal cores. They only managed to repair the gun muzzle on Shen Yisui's forehead, but no new flesh grew on his chest.

Shen Yisui had no pity for his already dead body. He pinched one end of his heart through the bloody hole and pulled his entire heart down a distance.

To live a life of ignominy: "..."

It silently blurred the crimson color in front of it.

Shen Yisui's pain level is not as high as before; the pain from this procedure is still within his tolerance range.

After finishing everything, Shen Yi wiped the blood off his hands.

A faint sound drifted from the thin string bell hanging at the door. Upon hearing the sound, Shen Yisui immediately closed his eyes, pretended to faint, and collapsed in the corner.

Within two or three seconds, the half-closed door was pushed open from the outside.

Shen Yisui didn't move when he heard the sound. He only heard the deliberately lowered footsteps approaching from afar, and finally stopping a few steps in front of him.

Shen Heng stood straight in front of him.

Silent and still, without a sound. Shen Yisui had no idea what he was doing. For about five minutes, Shen Heng simply stood motionless in front of Shen Yisui.

“Shen Yisui…”

Shen Yisui finally heard Shen Heng's voice. Shen Heng chuckled a few times, and then Shen Yisui sensed Shen Heng placing his hand on his cheek.

Shen Yisui was on edge. He opened his eyes abruptly and, as if startled awake, uttered a threatening sound at Shen Heng.

Shen Heng was startled by Shen Yisui's sudden action. Shen Yisui seemed to be about to attack. His face was contorted, his gray pupils were fixed on the front, and the leather belt in his mouth was almost deformed and torn apart.

Fortunately, Cheng Jingyi used the remaining straps to tie up Shen Yisui's hands and feet. He frantically pushed Shen Heng's hands away, but was still restrained and unable to pounce on Shen Heng.

Shen Heng felt a slight pain in his fingertips. He grabbed Shen Yisui's belt and pulled him back to where he was.

"...Shen Yisui, what happened to you?" Shen Heng squatted down in front of Shen Yisui, looking down at Shen Yisui's face, and asked again as if to himself, "...How did you end up like this?"

Shen Yisui was still struggling desperately, shaking his head wildly, and making low growls in his throat.

Shen Heng looked at him and suddenly laughed: "I never expected that you, who used to be so cunning, would turn out like this now. Is this your retribution? Actually, this is too lenient for you, too lenient..."

Shen Yisui clearly felt that Shen Heng was gripping his hand with extreme force, as if he wanted to crush all his bones. He twitched his fingertips slightly and reached towards the bowl of dirty water under the bed.

[stop.]

A mechanical voice suddenly rang out in the room. Shen Yisui and Shen Heng both paused, not continuing their actions.

Shen Heng glanced coldly at the sky: "This is none of your business."

[You are my host, and murder is a malicious violation that is not permitted.]

Shen Heng took a deep breath: "He's already a zombie. He's long dead."

[no.]

Shen Yi was startled. He stopped breathing, only to hear the colorful ball continue to speak.

He is not dead yet.

Shen Heng, still gripping Shen Yisui's hand tightly, asked in a daze, "What did you say?"

The ball no longer responded; a prohibition sign appeared on its data panel, warning Shen Heng to retract his intended action.

Shen Heng's breathing grew heavier. He put the dagger back in his pocket and turned to look at Shen Yisui.

Shen Yisui continued to roar as before, driven by his zombie instincts to reach out to Shen Heng, trying to grab his neck and bite him.

Shen Heng stared coldly at him. He looked into Shen Yisui's eyes, those dark gray pupils were devoid of light, staring blankly ahead, as if he really was a person who had been blind for a long time.

Shen Heng chuckled mockingly. He tied Shen Yisui back to the corner of the wall, and in a sudden glance, he noticed the large amount of his heart hanging from Shen Yisui's chest.

The images were all bloody and gory, and it would be uncomfortable for a normal person to look at them, so they would quickly look away.

Shen Heng stared at Shen Yisui's heart for a long time. In the center of that heart, which had long since stopped beating, there was a chip embedded inside, its exposed edges faintly visible.

Shen Heng frowned. He seemed to have thought of something. He grabbed Shen Yisui's neck with one hand and reached for Shen Yisui's heart with the other.

Finding the chip wasn't difficult; it was embedded in the outermost layer of flesh inside the heart. Shen Heng quickly pinched off a corner of the chip and deftly dug it out.

"Shen Yisui, you're dead now, so this chip is probably useless." Shen Heng curled his lips and sneered, "I envy you, zombies don't feel much pain, you really know how to dodge."

The blood-stained chip lay in Shen Heng's palm. As he spoke, he flipped the chip over, his face still showing mockery: "No one will remember..."

He suddenly paused in his speech.

The back of the chip was engraved with the English word "SC".