The entire room was shrouded in dead silence. No one expected that the situation would take such a shocking turn, and they couldn't help but froze in place.
Lin Ziyu was the first to react. He winked at his subordinates behind him. Several tall and strong men rushed towards Shen Kong who was standing not far away, trying to stop this stranger who suddenly came out to disrupt the situation.
Han Li looked stern:
"wait… "
Before the words he was trying to stop were completely out of his mouth, Shen Kong sneered coldly, turned to one side, dodged all the attacks like a fish, and then removed the joints of those people with clean movements. The technique was ruthless and precise, and the clear sound of the collision of flesh and bone was particularly frightening in the silent room. Lin Zi's face became more serious. When he was about to do something else, he only heard Han Li's voice ringing again, and the first half of the room was closed. Complete sentences:
"etc."
His voice was quiet and low, but as a subordinate and friend who had been with him for many years, Lin Ziyu was keenly aware of a certain unstable factor hidden in Han Li's voice, which seemed to be deeply suppressed under the calm surface. The torrent was so tight that you could almost hear the subtle trembling beneath the surface of restraint.
In so many years, this was the first time that Lin Ziyu saw Han Li showing such clear and exposed emotions.
He couldn't help but be startled, and raised his hand to stop the men behind him who were about to rush forward.
Silence returned to the room again.
Shen Kong calmly walked past the few people lying on the ground and walked towards Han Li, who was standing in the center of the study. His steps were steady and rhythmic. The thick carpet absorbed all the footsteps, but it seemed that every sound was gone. Every step he took was based on the rhythm of his heartbeat, but the heavy pressure made him feel like he was out of breath.
Han Li remained motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the young man walking towards him, his thin lips pressed tightly into a thin straight line, and his gloomy eyes seemed to have dark clouds surging crazily, with emotions surging wildly. It seems to be restrained by reason at a critical point. If you are not careful, it will break through the gate and pour out in the next second, destroying everything with an astonishing desire for destruction.
But the knuckles holding the gun turned slightly white, as if he was suppressing something.
But Shen Kong didn't seem to notice the faint dangerous aura on Han Li's body at all. Instead, he stood in front of him without changing his expression and chuckled: "Although I can be regarded as watching you grow up, I have to say, Your ability is better than I imagined." He paused and said with some uncertainty:
"...Maybe it's my fault?"
Han Li didn't answer, just stared at Shen Kong closely.
His gaze was silent and focused, as if he was deeply engraving the other person's appearance in his mind, stroke by stroke.
Shen Kong raised his hand casually and gently pressed Han Li's gun hand:
"But I can't let you do that."
Han Li allowed Shen Kong to move. The back of his cold and calm hand trembled slightly due to the warmth of Shen Kong's palm, but his fingers were still tightly clasped on the handle of the gun.
He suddenly said:
"Why?"
Han Li's eyes were locked tightly on Shen Kong's face, not letting go of any subtle emotion fluctuations.
He seemed to be questioning Shen Kong's conclusion just now, but it didn't seem to be the case.
This question seems to have been poured into every minute and second of the past twenty years. Complex and deep emotions are mixed in every pronunciation of the word, which is almost moving.
Shen Kong pursed his lips tightly, and tightened his grip on Han Li slightly. The ice-cold temperature of the other person's hand was transmitted through the adjacent skin, almost making him feel cold. The look in his eyes was gloomy, as if he was focusing on thousands of waves, but the turbulent emotions were fleeting in an instant, and even Han Li, who was closest to him, could not easily capture it.
His voice was as soft as a sigh:
"Because I did it."
Han Li was slightly startled.
Shen Kong's expression was very indifferent, as if he could be smoothed by a gust of wind, and he was so far away that he couldn't even reach out. He looked down at Han Li, his palm still covering the back of his hand: "Guess what I killed?" Who is the first person?”
The answer is self-explanatory.
Shen Kong's warm fingers traced across the back of Han Li's hand and around the side edge of his palm. His voice was as calm as if he was telling someone else's story:
"Taking someone's life by yourself is different from all your previous experiences in life - blood doesn't matter. What impressed me the most was watching the light that symbolized life slowly flow from his eyes. The gradually dilated pupils slowly become empty and lifeless, and you watch human reason being peeled off from the vagina - in fact, unlike many people's impressions, the passage of life does not float away from the body, but more like Dive down into the depths of consciousness, like a shipwreck sinking to the dark bottom.”
He seemed to be reminiscing, but also seemed to have withdrawn from his past. Now he just looked down at the objective facts that had happened indifferently:
"It's easiest to kill the first one, because you may be emotionally impulsive, or you may have rehearsed and planned many times in your mind. The next actions have become subconscious body memories, but the next time is The most unbearable thing is that the eyes that have lost their vitality will often appear in your mind, and you need more killings and stimulation to forget them.”
Shen Kong paused, frowned thoughtfully, and continued after a few seconds:
"I only started getting used to this feeling when I was eleven."
His voice was calm and casual, as if this was as unimportant to him as eating and drinking. His understatement made people feel fear and trembling from the bottom of their hearts, and it seemed even more terrifying in the dead silence of the room.
Shen Kong lowered his eyes and looked at Han Li's eyes seriously:
"Personally killing someone is a clear line between sanity and madness. Once you cross it, you can't come back - no one knows it better than me."
At this moment, he suddenly chuckled: "I'm not advising you not to kill people. I'm not qualified. After all, I have much more blood on my hands than you."
Shen Kong's fingertips slipped between Han Li's palm and the cold gun.
With just a little force, the heavy piece of metal could fall into his palm.
His voice was deliberately lowered, with a soft and careless temptation, like a strange flower blooming under the blood moon, with a terrifying and fatal temptation, softly whispering:
"So... let me help you."
I don't know since when, the distance between the two people has shortened to almost zero, and you can almost feel the subtle breath of the other person.
Han Li's fingers relaxed.
The heavy gun fell into Shen Kong's hand, but before he could relax, he felt the other party's cold palm turn, suddenly grab his wrist, and then forcefully pull him towards him. Shen Kong was caught off guard and staggered, and then he felt the other person's breath coming towards him fiercely, biting his lip hard.
Shen Kong raised his hand and jammed the opponent's throat, trying to pull Han Li away.
But the other party ignored him and kissed him deeper, almost biting his lower lip to bleed.
The pain on his lips aroused Shen Kong's ferocity. He raised his hand to hold the back of Han Li's neck and fought back even more violently.
The gun fell from between the two men and disappeared silently into the soft long hair of the carpet.
The kiss between the two people was like a fight, like fierce sword bites and fierce battles between fierce beasts fighting for territory. Blood soon appeared, and the strong smell of rust filled the mouth. After all, Han Li still lacked some experience. He was quickly defeated in front of Shen Kong.
After a few minutes, they separated panting, both with blood on their mouths.
Shen Kong raised his thumb and rubbed his injured lower lip, sucking in a breath of cold air.
He frowned: "Are you a dog?"
Han Li didn't answer, but just approached again, his fingers tightly clenching Shen Kong's clothes like a spasm, and his knuckles turned pale white from the exertion.
The corners of his eyes were red, and his dark eyes were staring at Shen Kong who was right in front of him. Before he could catch his breath, he said fiercely: "Okay! If you don't let me kill, I won't kill."
Shen Kong was silent for a moment, frowned, and looked at Han Li inquiringly.
Han Li stared at him deeply again, his voice low and hoarse: "What else do you want?"
Shen Kong frowned and looked back at Han Li, as if he wanted to see some clues from his dark eyes, but he could only see his own shrunken face imprinted in his eyes, staring at himself in confusion.
"What if I said that I want you to be a good person and not have contact with the underworld?"
"good."
Han Li responded simply and neatly.
He stared at Shen Kong's face. The stubbornness in his eyes was so heavy that it was difficult to ignore, and he was so affectionate that he was almost paranoid. With the determination to break through the south wall and never look back, he said regardless: "If you want, I will draft the contract now. Divide the company’s overt and covert affairs, clean up everything from today, and withdraw from all gray areas.”
Not far away, Lin Ziyue's shocked voice came: "... Brother Han?"
But Han Li did not look in the direction where the sound came from. He still stared at Shen Kong steadily, as if his eyes could only hold his figure and no other scenery could be captured: "So... you are not allowed to do this this time. Walk."
His eyes were so bright and piercing that Shen Kong had to look away, as if if he looked at it for a while longer, he would be overwhelmed by that strange and terrifying emotion. His mood was a bit complicated, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment. :
"you… "
At this moment, the cold mechanical voice of the system came to my ears: "The ten minutes are about to end. The corrector will be sent to the studio headquarters for point evaluation. The countdown is one minute: 60, 59..."
Shen Kong had to harden his heart:
"I'm sorry, I still have to leave... maybe next time..."
But there's no next time.
Shen Kong knew it well.
He exchanged the next two time points for this ten-minute transmission extension. Regardless of whether Han Li fulfilled his vow to "be a good person", his work in this world is over. However, the only difference is , if Han Li is finally pulled back to his original villain's destiny by the world line, his points will be cleared. Shen Kong knows that if he tells Han Li that he may die, this stubborn person has been looking for him for ten years. A stupid man may really stick to the right path.
But he doesn't think much about it now.
Han Li seemed to realize something. He grabbed Shen Kong's collar more tightly, and his usually calm and strategizing surface cracked. He gritted his teeth hard and said in a panic:
"At least, tell me your name—"
Shen Kong raised his hand and gently touched Han Li's cheek. His hot fingertips burned a higher temperature on Han Li's cold side face, making him shudder involuntarily. Then, he saw himself standing there. The young man in front of him suddenly leaned towards Han Li's ear. The light and bitter smell of grass once again enveloped Han Li. The other person's warm breath brushed his earlobe and sent a few hoarse words to his ear. In the ear: "Remember, my name is Shen Kong"
The mechanical sound in his ears became louder and harsher, cold and pure, without a trace of emotion: "It has been detected that the opportunity for the corrector to complete the task has been exhausted. The corrector is being transmitted to the headquarters of the Correctional Sanguan Studio. The countdown begins: ten, Nine, eight…”
Shen Kong sighed, lowered his head, and lightly touched Han Li's lips:
"goodbye."
"...Two, one."
—Never again.