Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang woke up from his coma and found himself no longer at the entrance of the first floor of the mall, but lying on a cold and smooth floor.

The bright lights of the mall were shining on his body, making him feel like he was being watched by countless eyes.

He stood up, looked around, and found the sign for the mall. He was now in the clothing area on the 4th floor.

This entire floor is filled with beautiful clothes. All kinds of clothes are either hung on the walls or worn on life-size models at the door. They are brightly colored and fashionable, filling up the rows of shelves.

There was no one in the huge floor. Every shop had its doors wide open, with models in various poses placed at the doorways, making the entire scene empty and silent yet strangely lively.

Zhang Chunliang stretched his stiff arms and neck and walked downstairs. He wanted to find a way to meet up with the others.

In the empty mall, his footsteps sounded particularly clear and loud. As if something had been awakened, rustling sounds began to be heard all around.

Zhang Chunliang stopped and looked back, and everything returned to normal.

He simply ignored it, quickened his pace, and walked into the moving elevator.

The elevator took him to the next floor.

When he got off the elevator, he found that he was still in the clothing area, but the positions of the models in the mall seemed to have changed subtly.

He took a step back and chose to take the stairs to the next level.

As expected, the next level is still in the clothing area.

It seems that he is trapped in a looping space.

This time, the models' body changes were more obvious, and they all twisted towards him.

Zhang Chunliang: “…”

I have to say, this scene is very impactful.

He sighed, walked to the corner of the stairs and looked up.

All I saw, whether going up or down, were countless densely packed and repetitive floors.

He turned his head again, and in just half a minute, some models behind him had moved nearly half a meter towards him.

It seemed that whenever he wasn't paying attention to the models, they would start moving toward him.

Zhang Chunliang stood where he was, holding his breath and staring at them for a moment, and everything stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, he couldn't help but gently blinked his dry eyes.

When he looked over again, the models who had been expressionless just now now had bright and twisted smiles on their faces, and moved a few centimeters closer to him.

This is a dead end.

"Hurry! Come here!" A faint voice came from a store.

Zhang Chunliang quickly glanced towards the source of the voice and saw a familiar-looking person waving at him with a silk handkerchief in the hand.

"Crunch, crunch—" The models couldn't wait to start moving their limbs.

"Don't just stand there, you'll be eaten by them!" The person shouting was a little anxious, "Hurry up - come to me! I'm from the search team."

Seeing that the fastest model was only four or five steps away from him, Zhang Chunliang ran quickly towards where the man was.

This is a store selling down jackets. The search team member who reminded him was wrapped in a thick down jacket, shivering and huddled in a corner.

"Close...close the door..." he said tremblingly.

Zhang Chunliang took the time to look outside the store - dozens of models were dancing with their limbs twisted and raised above their heads, moving towards him step by step in strange postures.

"This place... is a little, a little cold..." As he spoke, a cloud of white mist gathered in his nose.

Zhang Chunliang got goose bumps. This down jacket store was unreasonably cold.

"Wear a piece of clothing so that they won't attack you." The team member wanted to wrap himself in that down jacket. He was right. All the models outside the house were staring at Zhang Chunliang and didn't notice him in the corner at all.

He trembled and pointed Zhang Chunliang in a direction, indicating that he should go and find some clothes to put on.

The wall is covered with all kinds of thick and warm clothes, which looks cozy.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Zhang Chunliang rubbed his hands together to resist the unusually low temperature in the store. Looking up, he saw that the models had already pounced on the transparent glass door of the store, one on top of another, banging on the glass frantically, with smiles on their faces so big that they appeared behind their mouths, and their mouths were filled with scarlet, sticky flesh.

"I saved you, please don't kill me." The search team members were very nervous, "Hurry up and put on some clothes - this glass door can't withstand their smashing!!"

Zhang Chunliang ignored his urging and walked around the store. Various thick down jackets were hung on the wall, but there were obvious gaps in some places, and the clothes hanging there seemed to have been taken down by someone.

"Hurry up! They're about to break the door!" Cracks appeared on the glass and it looked like it would break soon. The team member was extremely anxious. He stood up trembling, his limbs stiff from the cold, but he still managed to take off a long men's down jacket and threw it at Zhang Chunliang.

The temperature in the store was terribly cold. Zhang Chunliang's exposed skin turned red and he became numb and lost consciousness.

The room temperature now was probably close to minus twenty degrees Celsius, and icicles were slowly forming on the glass windows, blocking the face of the eerie model outside the house.

"I have a question." Zhang Chunliang slowly put down the sleeves of his shirt.

"What are you hesitating for? I saved you with good intentions, but you are trying to kill me!" The search team member's voice almost sounded like tears.

"Why is there no mannequin at the entrance of this store?"

The team member's crying stopped abruptly, with funny tears still on his face, as if he didn't expect Zhang Chunliang to ask this question.

Zhang Chunliang's mouth curled up slightly: "There are no customers in this mall, and it's summer now, so who took these down jackets?"

The team member stood up tremblingly, his pupils trembling violently, as if he was thinking about something.

"If they were taken away by other team members, where are they now?" Zhang Chunliang did not think about how low the temperature in the room was. He stretched his stiff legs and walked towards the store door - the glass was blurred by the ice and he could only see the darkness outside.

"Don't open the door! Are you crazy? They will kill you!"

"You'll kill me." Zhang Chunliang laughed to himself, "Let me guess, people who put on the clothes won't all become... models, right——?"

He used his sleeves to pad his hands, grabbed the glass door, and pulled it inwards amid the frantic screams of the search team members.

Nothing happened, the door was frozen shut with ice.

Zhang Chunliang: “…”

Behind him, the search team member made a rapid "ho ho" sound, accompanied by the sound of cloth tearing.

Zhang Chunliang turned his head away and groaned in pain.

The search team member's face skin cracked, revealing a grayish-white strange face covered with blood and flesh.

Smooth, flat, expressionless, with the most standard facial features - this is a plastic dressing model, probably the one that disappeared at the door of this store.

It couldn't make any sound. The mouth on the human face hanging beside its neck began to utter vicious curses: "I will tear off your skin and make it into my clothes!!"

Zhang Chunliang did not indulge it - a plastic model with stiff movements and unable to speak, who could only rely on some unpresentable conspiracy and trickery to trick people into wearing clothes and becoming a model.

How much combat power can it have?

Zhang Chunliang moved his wrist, and his slender and powerful fingers made a "crackling" sound.

The plastic model subconsciously took a step back, and was immediately hit hard in the face.

This time, the human skin on its body was thrown off, and the human face lost its control and fell limply to the ground.

"Thank you." The face began to speak, his voice weak and happy, "I am free."

It suddenly lost its color and lay on the ground without any reaction.

The rest of the model's skin, belonging to the owner of the face, suddenly tightened, fixing the model firmly in place.

The temperature inside the house began to rise, the ice on the glass melted, and the model outside smashed the glass and rushed in.

They ignored the guy shivering in the corner, and surrounded Zhang Chunliang in strange postures, with tears of blood flowing on their terrifying plastic faces.

Zhang Chunliang was squeezed so hard that his head was spinning. It took him a while to understand what these guys meant.

——They wanted Zhang Chunliang to take off their clothes.

"Line up! Don't push!" Zhang Chunliang pulled his messy hair and shouted helplessly.

All the models stepped back stiffly and lined up obediently in a long line.

Zhang Chunliang pulled off the clothes of all the models one by one - this was probably the most gangster moment in his life.

Without the restraints of clothes, the models became much more flexible. They roughly tore off the plastic shell covering their bodies, revealing their true faces.

They are all living people.

"Thank you - idol!" The last person whose clothes were torn off cried and peeled off the skin on his face, revealing his face.

The first time Wang Jun participated in a search mission, he had the misfortune to come to this mall. He thought he would die here, but unexpectedly, he was rescued again.

He was also his benefactor in his previous life.

"...Wang Jun." Zhang Chunliang looked at him carefully for a moment and called out the name uncertainly.

Wang Jun wanted to cry even more. He didn't expect that his savior still remembered his name.

He was so excited, and having just been turned into a monster, he was unsettled and his mind was in a mess.

So much so that he didn't recall it.

He had only told Zhang Chunliang the name Wang Jun in his previous life.