Excessive fear rendered He Yan speechless. She gnashed her teeth, pressing hard against the table, trying to make a sound loud enough to alert others and wanting to stand up and rush out the door. But everything was futile; her body collapsed in the chair, and she couldn't even knock the plate off the table.
The room darkened, and just before nearly fainting and disappearing, she saw him sitting there quietly, a faint, indifferent smile on his lips, his gaze cold and unyielding.
She couldn't tell how long it was when He Yan was jolted awake from the darkness. She saw a greatly exaggerated chandelier, with dazzling crystal pendants refracting blinding light.
"Awake?" he asked.
She struggled to sit up, instinctively curling away from the direction of the sound. The room was large, and Fu Shenxing sat on a distant sofa, watching her with a faint smile on his lips. "Miss He, your physical fitness is very good, you woke up half an hour earlier than I expected."
He Yan not only had good physical fitness, she also had a psychological resilience beyond ordinary people, otherwise she would not have been able to escape in the event four years ago. Fear made her panic, but her rational mind urged her to calm down as quickly as possible. She closed her eyes tightly and, when she reopened them, she had accepted the current situation, asking in a trembling voice, "Are you human or ghost?"
Fu Shenxing let out a soft sneer, mocking, "How could the intelligent and courageous Miss He ask such a foolish question?"
Indeed, this question was very foolish, fully exposing her current panic. There were no ghosts in this world, and Shen Zhijie could not come back to life, so the only possibility was that he hadn't died at all. He hadn't died, and he had come to seek revenge on her!
The past nightmare had become a reality, and the devil she deeply feared was right in front of her.
It was as if she had suddenly been thrown back to the scene of four years ago, where he sat there coldly watching her, his indifferent eyes piercing like knives as he said, "Clean up, don't leave any loose ends."
No! This was even worse than four years ago. He was like a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell. Tears flowed uncontrollably, her body trembling uncontrollably. But she was not a woman who only knew how to cry and plead. She stared at him, her voice still trembling but her inner self gradually growing resolute, "What do you want? To kill me?"
"Kill you?" He chuckled lightly, shaking his head slowly. "If I wanted to kill you, why would I go through all this trouble?"
Since he didn't want to kill her, he must want to torment her. Crying and pleading would not work, it would only make things worse. She suppressed her fear, rapidly calculating in her mind, and tried to find another way to survive. "Shen Zhijie, let's calm down and have a rational conversation, shall we?"
He squinted at her with interest, a stark contrast to his behavior four years ago. "Say what?" he asked with curiosity. "That I should let you go, and you won't go to the police, and we both forget about the past and start a new life?"
She had indeed intended to say that, but He Yan pressed her lips together and instead said, "No, I'm very curious. How did you escape from prison?"
He looked slightly surprised, raising his eyebrows gently. "Miss He, you've managed to surprise me time and again. This makes me even more certain that our upcoming game will be even more interesting."
He couldn't fathom his thoughts, so she could only respond cautiously, "What game?"
He sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed in a relaxed and lazy posture. "To turn a woman with a pure family background into a depraved and base woman."
She shivered uncontrollably.
This reaction pleased him, and he slowly curled his lips. "Miss He, with your pure background, good education, and holding a respectable profession, turning such a bright and beautiful person into something dirty and corrupt. Don't you think that would be very interesting?"
This was the most despicable and vile revenge in the world.
There was a light knocking outside the door, and three or four men entered in single file, one of them holding a camera. He Yan felt the danger, and rolled off the large bed and continued to shrink back until her back was against the cold wall.
Fu Shenxing walked over and stopped not far in front of her, throwing a knife at her. "Take it, let me see how you kill someone."
It was a fruit knife, short and sharp, just like the one she had used four years ago.
A slender man stepped forward, grabbing her and pulling her towards the bed. She struggled desperately, and her hand grabbed the knife from the ground, but before she could use it, her wrist was seized. Like a pair of pliers, the fingers effortlessly twisted her wrist, and the knife clattered to the ground.
A fist came down, making her head tilt to the side, buzzing in her ears, everything swaying back and forth, sometimes large and sometimes small. In her blurred vision, she saw the man holding the camera, the onlookers standing silently on the side, and Fu Shenxing sitting on the sofa, watching her.
She stopped struggling, and slowly closed her eyes.
Fu Shenxing leaned lazily back on the sofa, his tone unchanged. "Is this all you've got? Boring. Let's try something different."
The thin man climbed down from the bed, but two other men moved towards her, holding down her limbs and forcibly injecting her with a syringe. She felt as if she had fallen into hell, letting out a desperate sob, struggling wildly once again, "You killed me, Shen Zhijie, you killed me!"
He showed a cold expression and shook his head lightly, "No, I told you, I won't kill you."
The effect of the injection quickly took effect, and consciousness gradually dissipated, the body being controlled by the drug, leaving only physiological instinct. This scene was even more unbearable than before, the air filled with a decadent atmosphere, the heavy breathing intermingled with embarrassing sounds...
In the entire room, it seemed that only Fu Shenxing could remain unchanged and calm. He glanced at the restless person beside him and said lightly, "Ajian, this woman is not to be touched, it's not auspicious."
Ajian covered his body's reaction with his hands and explained awkwardly, "I, I didn't intend to touch her."
He quickly glanced at the bed, bent down, and carefully asked Fu Shenxing, "Mr. Fu, how long do we need to continue shooting? This person is a professional I specially brought back from the island country. As long as there's no stop signal, we can continue."
Fu Shenxing glanced at the time indifferently, "Stop, edit the video, let's see the effect."
The professionally shot video had an excellent natural effect. Whether it was the previous intense struggle or the later confused entanglement, when the images were projected onto the large screen in the audiovisual studio, the detailed close-ups combined with the surround sound made the scene even more embarrassing and exciting compared to the live action.
He Yan was wrapped in a bathrobe, deeply sunk in the large sofa, her lips trembling uncontrollably, clearly telling herself not to cry, but tears kept flowing down. Fu Shenxing sat nearby, turned his head and looked at her with a half-smile, "Surprisingly, you are very photogenic."
"Really? Thank you," she responded slowly, her voice hoarse and rough, like cracked silk.
Fu Shenxing was somewhat surprised, looked into her eyes, and asked, "Will you report to the police when you go back?"
"With you holding this thing, how could I dare to go to the police?" She almost guessed his next move, and with difficulty, she raised the corners of her lips, trying to mock, but the tears flowed even more fiercely.
He smiled indifferently, "I knew Ms. He is a smart woman. Since that's the case, let's set the rules for our future games now. It's very simple, you just need to go along as you're told, how about that?"
"Stay alive! Leave here alive!" a voice shouted in her mind, He Yan trembled her lips, took a deep breath, and cooperated with him, asking, "Are you going to shoot more of these things?"
"Probably not," he answered casually, then thought for a moment and said, "To be honest, shooting this thing is time-consuming, and I currently have no intention of turning you into an AV star. In the future, I may ask you to accompany a guest. Some people may like your type."
She closed her eyes and silently shed tears, not speaking any more.
Fu Shenxing called the strong man called Ajian, "It's not early, send Ms. He home."
He was actually letting her go! He Yan was nervous and excited, fearing that her eyes would betray her emotions, so she hurriedly lowered her eyelids to hide her gaze. She didn't even dare to appear too eager. She struggled to stand, leaning on the sofa with great effort and moving slowly. Ajian, impatient, pulled her up from the sofa and dragged her out.
But then Fu Shenxing suddenly called out to her, "Ms. He."
She stopped and anxiously waited, fearing that he might change his mind again. However, he just smiled and said casually, "Don't call the police, or else you will regret it."
It sounded like a warning, but there seemed to be something else hidden in it. Before she could think more, Ajian covered her mouth and nose with a towel soaked in drugs.
When He Yan woke up again, she was at her own home. It seemed no different from the countless other mornings she had woken up, she was covered with a thin blanket, her clothes were taken off and placed on the chair beside the bed, and her phone was placed in the empty space by her bed as she usually did.
Outside the window, it was already bright, it seemed to be around nine or ten o'clock in the morning.
She slowly closed her eyes and then slowly opened them, repeatedly telling herself that everything last night was just a nightmare, but her body's discomfort cruelly told her it was not. She covered her head with the blanket and cried in a muffled voice. She reached for her phone from the bed and found a missed call from Liang Yuanze and a message: "Yan Yan, from now on, don't lose your phone randomly, and no one answers the phone. Also, rest early and no staying up late."
The time on the phone indicated it was 10:30 pm yesterday, at which time she was in the hands of that devil.
He Yan trembled as she dialed Liang Yuanze's number, but the line kept busy. After a moment of shock, she suddenly sat up from the bed, disregarding the pain in her body, and hastily put on her clothes.
The car was parked in the parking space next to the corridor. In the distance, a couple of aunts were playing with children in the community garden. He Yan took a deep breath, trying her best to appear calm. She drove out of the community, constantly looking through the rearview mirror to ensure no one was following her, and decisively turned the car towards the police station.
"What did you say?" The staff in front of her looked surprised, and asked her, "Don't be in a hurry, please calm down first and tell me slowly."
He Yan couldn't calm herself down at all. Since entering here, she had lost her previous calmness and rationality. "Shen Zhijie is not dead, he is now called Fu Shenxing. You need to go catch him, go catch him!"
The staff looked more puzzled. "Who is Shen Zhijie? And who is Fu Shenxing?"
She hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to explain the situation. "Officer Chen! I need to find Officer Chen Jingyan!" She shouted loudly, as if finally catching a lifeline. "He knows what's going on!"
The staff's expression was somewhat strange. He looked at He Yan and seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said, "Officer Chen Jingyan was in a car accident a few days ago. He has passed away, and the department held a memorial service for him yesterday."
He Yan froze, suspecting she had misheard. "What did you say?"
The staff looked at her sympathetically and poured her a cup of hot water, comforting her, "Ms. He, please don’t be anxious. Take your time to tell us what's going on. Even though Officer Chen is not here, we will still help you."
No, no one could help her!
First, her parents suddenly won a travel award and went on a trip, then Liang Yuanze went abroad for training, leaving her alone and helpless. Even Officer Chen, whom she thought she could turn to for help, was killed in a car accident a few days ago. Were all these just coincidences? How could they all be so coincidental?
She remained silent, staring blankly, and the staff couldn't help but ask, "Ms. He, are you okay?"
He Yan looked up, staring blankly at the young officer in front of her. Suddenly, the words spoken by Fu Shenxing echoed in her mind: "Don't call the police, or you will regret it."