Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 640 The Shackles of Evil (9)

"You like to watch yourself kill a living body with your own hands, but you also enjoy the appearance of the living body struggling in pain before dying. The more painful the living body is before it dies, the more excited you will be, right?"

The smile on Mr. Shen's face deepened, and he stared at her with warm and beautiful eyes.

"Miss Yun, what else can you deduce?"

Yun Si said calmly, "I presume that you are thinking about what to use to hold my skeleton."

His eyes lingered on her all the time, as if admiring a work of art.

She doesn't think that such a satisfied and obsessed look is the love between lovers.

Mr. Shen smiled lowly, and his fingertips finally left the book on the table.

He stood up unhurriedly, raising his gold-rimmed glasses with his cold fingertips.

With bright lips and a picturesque figure, he walked over slowly and stood in front of her through the iron bars.

Through the thin layer of lenses, his eyes seemed to reflect a thick ink-colored light.

It's like a poisonous snake about to attack, spitting a snake letter, eager to try.

"Miss Yun, what reward do you want?"

he asked with a smile.

She didn't deny her previous answer, it seemed more like she had acquiesced.

Yun Si raised her head and met his gentle gaze.

She also smiled slightly, raised the thing in her hand in front of him, and said,
"I want you to cooperate with me in my research."

On the one hand, he should not be interested in women, so naturally he would not be involved in those vulgar things.

Compared to those psychopaths who are messed up and always say all kinds of obscene language to her, she still prefers to do this kind of pure violence research.

On the other hand, he is his own man, so he is always more comfortable in his heart.

When the time comes, she will get the moon first if she is close to the water. If she works hard, she might be able to take this lunatic away.

Yun Si thought so in her heart.

The voice fell,

Shen Zhichu's expression became complicated and mixed with some unknown excitement.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, pure and flawless, yet vaguely revealing a strange, dangerous beauty.

"Since Miss Yun has said so, then it's a deal."

He was so boring, he should have a good time with this kid who came to his door.

He smiled calmly, and his drooping fingers seemed to be trembling with excitement where no one saw him.

He hadn't held the scalpel for a long time, which gradually made him miss the feeling of the cold knife.

The sharp tip slowly slid across the soft texture of the stripes.

Bit by bit, cut the epidermis, cut the dermis, and finally reach the subcutaneous tissue, fat, and muscle.

Watching the blood slowly spill out, soaking the entire knife and glove;

The subcutaneous tissue is like a cover, unable to fall off, leaving only physiological muscle beating.

He looked really comfortable, and finally found something interesting in his boring life.

If this kind of fun is used on the little white rabbit in front of me.
He thought that the fun would be magnified thousands of times.

Shen Zhichu breathed a sigh of relief slowly, trying to suppress the extremely excited and violent emotions in his heart.

He looked at her face, clean and flawless, white and gorgeous.

Her bright and gentle eyes just looked at him so quietly, with curved curves.

The skeleton is extremely perfect, fully grown on his aesthetic point.

With a smile on his face, Shen Zhichu was thinking—he should be more careful during the autopsy.

In this way, he can preserve her face at the same time.

(End of this chapter)