【Oh my god, that’s hilarious! I actually witnessed Little Saint Father getting tongue-tied. Probably didn’t expect someone to be so shameless】
【You confine me just to possess me. Sure, sure, top-notch logic there】
【Being held alone is quite miserable. No one to talk to, just sitting quietly. It’s normal to have wandering thoughts. Didn’t you see how much brighter Fuenman’s eyes got when Little Saint Father appeared? Loneliness forced it】
“You’re overthinking.” Yin Minglu couldn’t bear to discourage him. Remembering his mission, he said, “Open your mouth; I’ll feed you.” If he ate quickly, things would be easier.
“I don’t like strawberry-flavored bread.” The handsome criminal wore an expression of disgust, leaving Yin Minglu no choice but to go back and fetch a different flavor.
Seeing Yin Minglu offering a peanut-flavored bread this time, Fu Enman’s eyes shimmered briefly. He obediently parted his lips, resembling rose petals, and gently bit into the bread, savoring it slowly.
He played along the entire time, and it would have been even better if we exclude the seemingly endless and elusive temptations that felt like he had been eating for half a century.
After finishing the meal, the other person said, “I’m thirsty.”
Yin Minglu fed him water, doing it slowly and cautiously, not daring to give too much. He was genuinely concerned that this guy might immediately express the need to use the restroom again, making it an endless cycle.
Unfortunately, this attractive criminal clearly had no intention of letting him off easy. After being fed water, he lightly shivered, lifted half of his face, and said, “I’m cold.”
If someone else with a more romantic demeanor were in Yin Minglu’s place, they might say, “Then let me hold you; you won’t be cold in my arms.” But for Yin Minglu, he immediately went downstairs to find a blanket for the person. He wrapped him up tightly from neck to toe, turning the charming individual into a cocoon.
Wrapped up, Fu Enman’s face stiffened for a moment. He said, “Thank you, but you really do like me, don’t you?” His starry eyes gazed directly at Yin Minglu, his tone somewhat certain, given the young man’s indulgence toward him.
Fu Enman, this teenage criminal, was the same age as Yin Minglu, both at the tender age of sixteen. With his outstanding appearance, he had grown accustomed to using his looks to gain advantages, naturally assuming that Yin Minglu, like those others, was showing him favoritism based on his appearance.
Due to being held separately, he couldn’t see how others were treated, leading to a blind spot in his perception. He believed that the kindness he received from Yin Minglu was unique and exclusive, not realizing that the young man was like a warm central heating system, benevolent to everyone.
Even though Yin Minglu emphasized repeatedly, “Fellow student Fu, you’re overthinking it.” His kindness toward him was purely based on humanitarian concern.
The other person countered, “Are you trying to say I’m being presumptuous? Then, Student Yin, why don’t you take a closer look at your own heart?”
Yin Minglu: “…”
He felt like he didn’t quite understand the other person’s thought process. All he could manage was an awkward yet polite smile, saying, “Since you’re not hungry, thirsty, or cold anymore, I’ll be heading downstairs.”
Just as Yin Minglu was about to retreat, the other person suddenly lowered his eyelashes, blocking the light from his eyes. He pursed his lips and said, “Don’t go. Stay and chat with me.” He didn’t want to be alone on the second floor. The feeling of isolation and the inability to exert his charm made him extremely uneasy.
Yin Minglu paused for a moment, considered it, and ultimately didn’t leave. After all, whether it’s releasing one sheep or a flock, in his view, the tactic of tactical neglect seemed quite effective against someone as sensitive as Fu Enman.
Moreover, Yin Minglu was curious about the ghostly makeup artistry those three girls displayed. Thinking about it, he asked, “Did you paint the realistic ghostly makeup on those three girls?”
The handsome criminal nodded.
Yin Minglu continued, “Did those three girls know that you painted on them the makeup of a deceased person?” It was obviously not an ordinary skill. The makeup artist’s technique appeared highly proficient, suggesting frequent dealings with the deceased. For instance, someone who often applied makeup to corpses. Hence, when such ghostly makeup was applied to living faces, it could achieve a rather striking and shocking effect.
This time, the attractive criminal still nodded. His gaze was somewhat indifferent, but he openly admitted, “My family has been engaged in mortuary makeup for generations. They all know about it.” Mortuary makeup artists typically only applied makeup to corpses, and it could be said that it was a mutual understanding between the artist and the subject.
“They treat you quite well,” Yin Minglu’s tone subtly shifted, sounding like he was stating a fact and expressing a certain sentiment.
In response, the handsome young man glanced at him and said matter-of-factly, “I haven’t exploited them; they willingly submit to my commands. If they were unwilling, they could have refused.”
He never forced anyone, as in life, there were always plenty of people willing to fly into the fire for him, to be at his command. If not for the deaths during the assessment, those three girls wouldn’t even be on his radar. If someone wanted his favor, wanted to be treated differently, they needed to put in some effort. He didn’t like useless people.
“It seems you’re quite accustomed to this sort of thing,” Yin Minglu sighed again.
As expected, it was similar to the plot. This handsome young criminal had firmly established himself in a self-contained theoretical world, steadily walking through the blood-soaked path carved out by admirers to reach the end. With admirers throwing themselves into the fray ahead, shedding blood, he remained untainted, his hands free from any loss of life. In the challenging and bloody assessment, he conducted himself as a splendid and elegant young noble, both bright and melancholic.
“Why not?” the attractive criminal said as if he didn’t understand why Yin Minglu was sighing. Since he was born with an outstanding appearance that allowed him to take shortcuts, why wouldn’t he take advantage of it?
“Don’t you think you’re a bit peculiar?” After some thought, Yin Minglu ultimately refrained from using the term “double standards.”
“What?” Fu Enman looked puzzled.
Yin Minglu said, “You told me earlier that mortuary makeup artists often deal with death. After people die, their beautiful appearances generally cannot be maintained. So, you disdain beautiful exteriors, claiming that even the most beautiful exterior turns into mere bones after death, suggesting that you don’t highly value physical appearance. However, your actions don’t align with this. You naturally exploit your outstanding appearance for your benefit, even making people who admire your looks go through life and death for you. Isn’t there a contradiction between your actions and your earlier stance?”
With this statement, a moment of confusion flashed across the handsome young man’s face.
Without waiting for him to figure it out, Yin Minglu left the scene.
Upon returning, he brought his own mobile phone, set it up on a stand, and started playing an educational short film for the young man. The content mainly revolved around the relationship between appearances and moral boundaries. For example, a beautiful high school girl from an island nation relied on her beauty to commit crimes, playing with her admirers and causing a series of troubles, ultimately landing herself in prison.
Alternatively, there was a story about a beautiful high school girl from an island nation who, due to her good looks and countless admirers, engaged in mischievous behavior. Her actions eventually led her to become involved in a murder case. When her admirers died, the protective shield she could rely on disappeared, and she was easily overpowered and killed.
The ending of the second film was somewhat reminiscent of Fu Enman’s potential fate. Yin Minglu wondered if, during serious viewing, the young man would feel any empathy or personal connection.
Such emotional reactions were hard to predict. In Yin Minglu’s eyes, Fu Enman was someone with a relatively low and ambiguous moral sense, and describing him as having a “cruelty that was naive and taken for granted” might be more fitting.
Unexpectedly, after the handsome criminal watched the films with great seriousness, he calmly asked, “Why does your phone have so many movies from island nations?”
Yin Minglu pondered but couldn’t quite grasp the meaning behind the question. However, he felt that his attempt at educational influence seemed to have failed, as the young man remained indifferent throughout. People like him should be left to the legal system for judgment.
So, he decided to retrieve his phone.
However, as soon as he made a move, the other’s eyebrows twitched, and he spoke in a soft tone, “Don’t take it away. I still want to watch.” He hadn’t seen the tragic fate of the high school girl yet.
Yin Minglu: “…”
It seems like there might be some effect after all?
As classmates collaborated tirelessly, spending a day and a night to manufacture the signal transmitter, a tall figure suddenly emerged in the mist-filled forest. The shoes worn by the figure were very old, making a faint creaking sound as they stepped on the damp and chilly branches.
Only when the entire figure appeared did people see the weathered face, with cheap hair wax styling the uneven bangs to the back of the head, unabashedly revealing half of a facial scar. The person had a pair of extremely gloomy eyes, burning with a fury as if returning from hell. If one accidentally met their gaze, it felt like being scorched by the intense heat within.
Of course, the person was also dressed in a memorable black and white prison uniform.
This person carried a giant knife and had a police baton at his waist. Wherever he went, unfortunate students encountered were turned into lifeless corpses, staining the entire ground with fresh blood.
【What the heck, who is this person?!】
【The man who won twenty-five years ago, he’s back!】
【I just read the news report. He escaped. It seems like these students are in big trouble.】
T/N: 8
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