I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

The pungent stench filled the air around the two of them.

Phil was so frightened by the liquid splashing in front of him that he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found that he and the monster were covered with gasoline!

"You, you monster, what do you want to do? Do you want to die with me?"

Phil's voice was tense, his neck was strangled by the collar, and he was a little breathless.

After Xie Qi poured the gasoline, he threw the iron bucket far away. The sound of hitting the ground turned Cassandra's attention to another direction.

The original bloody smell on his body was now covered by the smell of gasoline. Cassandra suddenly pounced on the place where the gasoline barrel was, and used her nose to search around.

"Die together? Well... that depends on Miss Anne's decision."

Xie Qi still grabbed Phil's collar and refused to let go. Although he was in a mess, he was very comfortable.

He smiled and said to Lina who was hiding on the side: "Lina, give the lighter back to Miss Annie."

His words not only shocked Lina, but also Annie couldn't believe it.

She thought that the chef did this just to cover up his smell so as to avoid the pursuit of the monster.

But what did she hear now?

Let the person who wanted to kill him take back the lighter? When he was soaked in gasoline?

Lina hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't refuse Xie Qi's request, so she had to walk to Annie and put the lighter in Annie's hand.

The metal texture soaked in human body temperature made Annie's mind clear.

She clenched her palms, and the edges of the lighter hurt her palms.

Staring closely at the chef's smiling face that seemed to be indifferent to everything, she slowly turned her head and looked at Phil who was also looking at her.

The two people's eyes met, and Phil vaguely remembered the first time they met.

In the dark alley, he stood beside the body lying on the ground, holding a dagger, his body stained with blood.

It was a rainy night, and a woman with an umbrella appeared in a place where no one should pass by.

Phil was soaked by the rain, and his black hooded coat was tightly attached to him.

Just when he wanted to kill the woman before she screamed, the man who had not escaped and seemed to be scared said to him in a calm tone:

"Want to cooperate?"

"You help me find prey, and I will design a way to kill you. Isn't this more interesting than killing people so rudely?"

"You, know me?"

Phil narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled whether he had seen the other person somewhere.

"Recently, there have been murders here. I just found your whereabouts through some clues."

The woman's voice was soft, as if she was not facing a serial killer, but an ordinary person.

"I think that finding you here is enough to prove my worth. What do you think? You will soon get bored with just killing people in such a monotonous way. You feel it, don't you?"

"I like you very much. Can you let me join you?"

The female voice was like the temptation of a siren, directly piercing Phil's heart.

From childhood to adulthood, no one had any expectations of him.

The most common words he heard were to tell him not to get into trouble, stay honest, and then he could get the life that ordinary people dream of.

His brother was an outstanding heir, excellent in all aspects. As his younger brother, Phil only needed to be a nobleman quietly, enjoying the wealth and freedom brought to him by his family without having to bear any responsibilities and expectations.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, such a day is like heaven.

But whenever Phil heard those people say this to him in an envious and jealous tone, he always couldn't help but sneer.

This is the bad nature of human beings.

Always love to pursue things that you don't have, and then infinitely deify them in your imagination, thinking that you will be satisfied as long as you have them.

But the greatest sin of mankind is not being satisfied.

They longed for a life like his, but he longed for a more exciting life.

In his stagnant life, something that ignited his passion and made him tremble.

When he looked into Annie's eyes for the first time, he knew that he had found it.

Phil did not look away from Annie, ignored the monster chef beside him, and regained his composure.

"Annie, go ahead and kill this monster."

Xie Qi also heard his words, looked at him in surprise, and then nodded to Annie and said:

"I didn't expect that we had the same idea, Miss Annie, now our lives are in your hands, do you want to--"

The corners of his mouth slowly widened, and his tone gradually became excited.

"Use a lighter to light us and run away alone, or..."

Annie couldn't help butShe stepped back and looked at him and Phil in panic.

"Give up the struggle and die here with him?"

"It's your choice~"

The high voice revealed the excitement of the owner. No one present understood why the chef was so calm in the face of the possibility of his death, and seemed to have some expectations.

Is he really not afraid of death?

Not only Annie and Phil, but also the audience in the live broadcast room were shocked by Xie Qi's behavior. No one expected that he would really let Annie decide his life and death.

[Why! I don't understand, is the chef interested in this woman? (Frightened)]

[What nonsense is the previous one? If you have read the previous one, you will know that the chef can't have feelings for Shi Cai. There must be a reason for this! ]

[Yes! I bet this woman dare not do it, after all, her companion is still in the hands of the chef! 】

[Emm... Based on my understanding of the chef, this may not really be a threat. Maybe the chef really just thinks it's fun, regardless of whether he will die or not...]

[Not really. No matter how perverted a person is, he will still cherish his life. How can he give up so easily...]

"Chef... Do you think I can't do it?"

Annie's tone was difficult, and she didn't understand what Xie Qi was thinking at all.

"Well... It's just the opposite."

Xie Qi's right hand was free. He raised it and made a circle with his thumb and index finger, and placed it in front of his right eye, encircling Anne inside to watch.

Now the situation is obviously in Anne's favor, but his performance is like a hunter playing with his prey, letting the prey move within the range he has set.

Even if the prey hurts him in the end, it is a play he arranged himself.

"I think you will definitely choose the first one."

He spoke slowly, as soft as a whisper, and the fingers in front of his face returned to the posture of palms facing up, inviting him, and playfully stretched out to Anne.

"Come on, the stage is set for you, and the show is about to begin, Miss Anne."

The curtain opened, the actors appeared, and the audience was ready.

Everyone was waiting for her decision.