[Comprehensive] Who said villains don't understand love

Early on Sunday morning, Lianyi took the bus to Chengyun University. The school was still the same as before. There were many students in a hurry on the road, and many people were reading books and memorizing words on the stone benches on the lawn.

This kind of busy and happy campus life is a rare and warm time for everyone.

The school's consulting room has been moved from the first floor of the administrative building to the third floor. It is said that the area is much larger than the original one. Ripples swayed slowly, and unexpectedly saw a familiar figure at the door of the consulting room.

"Taijiu?"

The man wore a white shirt with black suit pants, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and two long legs against the sky. The whole person revealed a natural elegance and sexiness, and his every gesture was fatal.

Mao Taijiu glanced at her, then stretched out his hand and opened the door of the consultation room, Lianyi hurriedly followed.

There was no one in the consultation room, so Mao Taijiu went straight to the big central sofa and sat down, then loosened the two buttons on the neckline casually

"I asked for the key from the management office. No one else will come to the consultation room today."

Lianyi blinked her eyes, looking a little confused.

Mao Taijiu smiled, "Haven't you also been a consulting teaching assistant for several years? Now, give me a consultation too."

Lianyi stared at him for a while, then got up and went to the water dispenser next to him to get two glasses of water for himself and Mao Taijiu

"Consultation or something... I refuse."

"why?"

Mao Taijiu touched his lower lip, not angry at all

"Because I don't treat you as a patient." Lianyi held the small paper cup on the coffee table with one hand and said calmly, "Do you think you are mentally ill?"

Mao Taijiu looked at her for a while, and suddenly laughed exaggeratedly. The veins on both sides of his temples protruded, and he looked a little hideous. "Do you still need my answer on this matter?"

Lianyi still lowered her head, but she was not silent for too long, "Are you happy?"

Mao Taijiu: "What?"

Lianyi raised her head and looked directly at the person opposite, "Did you feel happy when you killed someone?"

Mao Taijiu's expression suddenly turned cold.

The villain in this world is a typical power killer. They enjoy the process of torturing and killing the victim, and like to show off their absolute control over the victim to others. The reason why Mao Taijiu will develop into such a person step by step , There are many reasons, but for Ripple, she only cares about one thing from beginning to end.

If Mao Taijiu is unable to control the desire to kill in his heart because of his mental disorder, then after he vents this desire, he will actually feel pain in his heart. This kind of distorted pain will accumulate over time and will make him become more crazy.

Although it is a power-type personality, it is also because of the psychological trauma caused by witnessing the murder of his father, congenital mental problems and acquired strong stimulation, and his own problems cannot be well treated, so he chooses to kill. To untangle the heart, just like some people like to use pain to heal themselves.

This is Mao Taijiu's choice, and Lianyi doesn't care whether such a choice is right or wrong. She only cares about Mao Taijiu's thoughts. If this person needs her help, she will never hesitate, but if he doesn't Hoping to be redeemed, Ripple will never think of doing more.

The consultation room fell into a deadly silence, and it took an unknown amount of time before Lianyi heard the answer from the person opposite again.

"Are you happy or something?" He lowered his head and smiled, "Why do you care about that?"

"If you don't care, then I don't care either."

Lianyi stretched out her hand to grab the paper cup in front of her. In the next second, Mao Taijiu pulled her right hand over. The man caressed the back of her hand indifferently. His black eyes were like a deep sea, seemingly peaceful. Beneath the surface lurks an all-consuming madness.

Lianyi didn't look scared at all. She even stretched out her left hand and gently placed it on Mao Taijiu's hand. After a while, the man stood up suddenly and left the consulting room without saying a word.

More than an hour later, Mao Taijiu drove to Mao Jifan's luxurious villa by the sea.

"Taijiu, you're here."

Nam Sang-tae walked forward with a smile, with a hint of flattery in his expression

"Brother." Mao Taijiu greeted coldly, "Where is the person I want?"

Nam Sang Tae: "They're all in the basement, should we go down now?"

Mao Taijiu walked directly to the basement, Nan Xiangtai winked at his subordinates, and then quickly followed.

In the huge basement, four or five young men who were firmly tied up with hemp rope were kneeling on the ground in horror. There were many dried blood stains on the walls and the floor of the basement, mixed with the blood that had just been sprayed on it not long ago. Fresh blood, exuding a pungent and foul smell.

Mao Taijiu walked to a table on one side. A series of black iron balls were neatly placed on the table. There was also a lot of blood on the iron balls. He picked up one of them, and half-dried blood slid down the back of his hand. , leaving a small series of eye-catching traces, Mao Taijiu watched silently, but inexplicably remembered the hand that Ripple had just covered in his hand, the fair skin, the faintly visible blue blood vessels, and the faint warmth.

The girl wore a pink V-neck sweater, revealing the delicate collarbone under her neck. When she got close to him, all the faint fragrance from her body got into his nose.

Sweet, is the aroma of peaches.

"Do you feel happy when you kill someone?"

"If you don't care, then I don't care either."

With a bang, Mao Taijiu threw the iron ball in his hand to the ground with all his strength. Nan Xiangtai watched in surprise as Mao Taijiu swung all the iron balls on the table to the ground as if venting, and then kicked the table over. He was wrecking around while laughing, the veins on his neck were bulging, and his whole face was flushed with anger. The men who were restrained by the rope not far away seemed even more frightened, but until Mao Tai After Jiu vented, he didn't touch those people.

Sweat flowed down the hair, and the wet hair hung on the forehead, sexy and alluring, Mao Taijiu walked out without saying a word, and stopped suddenly when he was about to walk out the door

"Clean up the basement, I don't like the smell."

……

Xu Zhihui came to the gate of GP human resources development again. She stood at the gate and hesitated for a long time. At this time, Nam Sang-tae's men happened to be driving a car and parked not far away.

"Brother, that woman has come to the company again. Her husband seems to be a criminal police officer of the serious crime team. Could it be..."

"Axi, this stinky bitch is really annoying." Another subordinate sitting in the co-pilot said a little irritably

Nan Xiangtai glanced at the troubled woman not far away, and smiled disdainfully, "Since she is so energetic, why don't you come over and play with us."

As soon as Nan Xiangtai finished speaking, malicious smiles appeared on the faces of several people sitting in the car.

After being chased out by the front desk of the GP manpower again, Xu Zhihui lowered her head in frustration. On the way back, Nam Sang-tae's car followed her not far or near. When passing by a certain alley on the way, she took He took out his mobile phone and wanted to make a call to Wu Zhenhyuk, but just as he got through, he was knocked unconscious on the ground by Nam Sang Tae's stick.

At this moment, Wu Zhenhe was leading his brothers in ambush in Chengyun Port to arrest the criminal, and he threw the mobile phone in the car at will, so he did not receive the call made by Xu Zhihui. Picking up the phone on the ground, watching the big screen in silence as it gradually went black, he called his subordinates to move Xu Zhihui to the car.

"Ah, those over there, yes, I'm talking about you, what are you doing, put that girl down!"

It was night, and Jiang Guohuan was still patrolling around. Unexpectedly, when he was passing a certain alley, he happened to see a few menacing men carrying an unconscious woman into the car. Subconsciously, he stopped those At the same time, they reported the situation to the nearby police station through the walkie-talkie.

Nan Xiangtai scratched his head impatiently, then winked at the few people behind him.

Several people looked at each other, and after quickly loading Xu Zhihui into the car, they immediately took out a few sticks from the back seat and walked towards Jiang Guohuan.

Sometimes, the reason why fate is called fate may be that it is unchangeable. We have walked around for so long, and in the end, we can only reach the only one end point.

Wu Zhenhe sat back in the car in high spirits, picked up his mobile phone, and at the same time found the call from his wife an hour ago.

Jiang Quanjiu walked home with a small bag, and when he passed by a roast duck restaurant, he smiled and went in to buy half of his father's favorite roast duck.

Mao Taijiu came out of the bathroom wearing a towel, and a text message from Nam Xiangtai happened to be displayed on the phone.

Lianyi threw the backpack casually on the sofa, and then carefully placed the pot of purple orchids on the balcony of the living room.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Those who stubbornly use the sword will eventually perish by the sword.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the ending of this story is really a bit difficult, I try not to be tragic...