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Hearing his words, Su Jin'er felt relieved. She looked up at the woman, who had her head down. Linyuan had long hair, while this woman had short hair. Li Yiqian and Du Xiaonan also had long hair. Moreover, they were all at the police station for questioning, and she believed Captain Xing would definitely be able to ensure their safety. She just wondered how Linyuan was doing.
Although she confirmed that this woman was not her good friend, she still felt sad, as she was someone she knew.
"What's wrong? You still can't remember who she is?"
Su Jin'er shook her head.
"Oh dear! She must be heartbroken then. Think carefully; you might remember."
Suddenly, three figures appeared in Su Jin'er's mind. Among the people she knew, only these three had short hair: one was Liu Jing, another was the police officer she had just met today, and the last one was Wen Shishi, the student council Chairman.
"Haha! Judging by your expression, it seems you have a suitable candidate in mind. I think you'll figure out who this person is soon."
"Why are you capturing her?" Su Jin'er glared at him angrily.
Zhang Jun chuckled: "I'm doing this for your sake! At least she won't compete with you for Chu Feifan anymore, right?"
Hearing his words, Wen Shishi also looked up, using her remaining eye to gaze at Su Jin'er. Her eye was bloodshot, filled with fear and confusion as she looked at Su Jin'er. Wen Shishi had never said that she liked Chu Feifan; the reason she often wanted to have meals with him was merely to win him over so he could take over as the next student council Chairman. Moreover, she didn't know that Su Jin'er was already Chu Feifan's girlfriend.
Su Jin'er sneered: "Can love be obtained through force? If he loves me, he will naturally stay by my side. If he loves someone else, I won't cling to him desperately. So I see Wen Shishi as a friend, not a rival."
More importantly, she knew that Wen Shishi's crush was Li Ran. Although he was already dead, Wen Shishi would definitely not forget him so quickly. Remembering how not long ago Wen Shishi was a vibrant and beautiful girl, and now she had turned into someone covered in wounds and lacking in appearance made her heart ache.
Upon hearing Su Jin'er's words, Wen Shishi's gaze softened considerably. She seemed to want to smile at Su Jin'er, but her smile sent chills down Su Jin'er's spine. It seemed that Wen Shishi noticed her own unpleasant expression; she blinked and a tear fell—only it had turned into a tear of blood.
"Hmph! Then she deserves to die!"
“Zhang Jun, tell me your reason for capturing us. Even if we die, we want to die understanding.”
Hearing the name Zhang Jun, Wen Shishi turned her head toward him.
“Zhang Jun? Do you really believe what he says? Zhang Junsheng doesn’t have a brother. The Zhang Junsheng from three years ago and the dead Zhang Junsheng are the same person.”
Su Jin'er looked at him in confusion, feeling a bit lost. “Who are you?”
“That question is quite foolish!” He laughed heartily, but because he was wearing a mask, Su Jin'er couldn't see his expression.
“Fine! If you’re going to kill me, do it quickly. Don’t waste time here.” Su Jin'er turned her head; her shoulders ached, and even sitting up had become difficult.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you just yet. You know, the best way to torment someone is to torment the people around them, haha...” He laughed as he walked out of the room.
Listening to him lock the door again, Su Jin'er pushed herself up with difficulty and sat up. Her hands were bound behind her back, and the tightness was painful; she felt like her wrists were about to break.
“Senior Sister, do you know who he is? Nod if you do, shake your head if you don’t.”
Wen Shishi shook her head.
“Then how did you end up here?”
Knowing she wouldn’t be able to answer, Su Jin'er still asked. Wen Shishi looked very tired, as if she might fall asleep at any moment. Su Jin'er slowly moved closer to her. Although she looked frightening, she was still her Senior Sister who had once helped her. Su Jin'er felt guilty; if it weren't for Wen Shishi telling her about what happened three years ago, perhaps she would still be in the Student Council Office laughing with everyone.
Tears streamed down Su Jin'er’s face. She didn’t know how to comfort Wen Shishi or even how to comfort herself.
Wen Shishi seemed to understand her meaning. She shook her head vigorously, even though the movement would aggravate her wounds, causing the already stopped bleeding to tear open again, spilling bright red blood. Su Jin'er's clothes were soaked in blood, and the metallic scent in the air overwhelmed her senses, making it hard to breathe.
"Stop moving! Your wounds are still bleeding. If you keep moving, you'll bleed to death," Su Jin'er said anxiously, raising her voice.
Wen Shishi shook her head once more and then closed her eyes. Although Su Jin'er had only met her once, she understood what she meant. Wen Shishi no longer wanted to live. If she were in Wen Shishi's place, would she have the courage to continue living?
The answer was no.
Thinking of this, Su Jin'er's eyes turned red again. She still didn't know Chu Feifan's situation, but suddenly an image of him being tortured and battered appeared in her mind. Seeing him covered in blood, pleading for help made her tears flow more freely. She didn't know what was wrong with her; today she seemed to have an abundance of tears.
After a long while, Su Jin'er felt that her tears had run dry. She looked at Wen Shishi, who had closed her eyes, wanting to say something when footsteps sounded outside the door again. She turned to see someone enter; this time Su Jin'er realized why the door hadn't closed—the person had hung a thick curtain over it, like a heavy blanket.
"You must be hungry. Here, eat something first."
Su Jin'er watched as he placed a bag of food on the ground and then took out some bread and drinks, setting them in front of her.
"I don't want to eat; take it away! Your smell makes me sick," Su Jin'er said angrily, turning her head away.
"If you don't eat, you won't last until your friend comes to save you. So I advise you to eat! As for your poor friend, I think she won't survive much longer, so..."
"I won't let you hurt her," Su Jin'er shouted.
"But she has already been hurt!" he laughed exaggeratedly. "I don't even know why I want to hurt her, but I feel like if I just cut her once, I could be excited for a long time!"
"Pervert!"
"You are right, I am a pervert. By the way, I have something to tell you!" He squatted down, leaning close to Su Jin'er's face, and said in a sharp voice, "Many people have already died in this house. Every night, they come out looking for a substitute. If you don't behave, I will leave you here tonight for those lonely souls to use as a substitute."
"Go tell that to a three-year-old! However, I would rather be a substitute than see you."
"Well, I've given you a choice. It's your own fault for not cooperating with me. It's getting dark; I'm leaving now because I'm afraid of ghosts!" He said this while deliberately shivering as he walked out.
Watching him leave, Su Jin'er took a deep breath; the pungent smell of blood was still in the air. It seemed she had gotten used to it, but her empty stomach churned painfully, like being stirred by a knife. Looking at the food bag in front of her, she had no appetite whatsoever.
Wen Shishi glanced at Su Jin'er and then at the food on the ground, clearly indicating that Su Jin'er should eat something. Didn't she feel hungry too? But she knew she didn't have much time left.
Su Jin'er looked at her with concern. Wen Shishi's eyes had dimmed significantly; her wounds had stopped bleeding, but due to excessive blood loss, she had lost all strength. Her bound arms had long since lost feeling; they must be useless now! Even if she could escape, she wouldn't be able to survive.
"Senior Sister, you are in pain, aren't you?"
Wen Shishi nodded.
Tears streamed down her face again as she spotted the dagger that the man had thrown on the ground. Although it was a bit far away, she could still reach it if she moved slowly. She began to inch forward, using all her strength with each movement. The short distance of one meter took her nearly half an hour. Finally, her hand grasped the dagger, and she started cutting the ropes on her hands. The blade bit into her skin, causing sharp pain that made her gasp, but she refused to give up. She had lost count of how many times she had cut herself; her hands were sticky with blood—she knew it was her own.
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