Cheng Bing in front of him was full of tears, but in Zhou Zekai's eyes, it was the most beautiful existence. He swept Cheng Bing's index finger with the tip of his tongue, as if in response, and then took Cheng Bing's index finger out of his mouth and placed the bleeding finger in front of Cheng Bing.

"Cheng Bing, you see this wound. If you use medicine after bleeding, it will heal quickly. If you don't use medicine, it will heal after a while."

Then he looked at the broken goblet on the ground with a little sarcasm. Under the light, the glass fragments emitted a flashing color.

"But what about this glass? From the moment you smash it, it can no longer be pieced together. When it is intact, it is held in our palms, smooth and comfortable. But now, it is broken, and it can only hurt everyone who touches it and the person who breaks it. You said, should you blame it? Or should you blame it?"

At this moment, Zhou Zekai's mouth curled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He knew that he had been affected by this body, but he still could not let this effect go. He should be like this. After being hurt, even if he hurts others, he is still looking forward to the arrival of the final judgment.

For people like them, the final judgment is not the law or others, but the person in front of them, the person in front of them, the person in front of them, who makes them long for but fearful.

Cheng Bing was also stunned. Unexpectedly, Zhou Zekai would say such words. His eyes were blankly placed on the broken glass on the ground. Looking at Zhou Zekai's appearance, he suddenly couldn't speak and could only murmur.

"That shouldn't hurt others... If you are hurt by others, do you have to hurt others in turn?"

I have seen too many such things. Every time Cheng Bing hears these so-called stories, he sympathizes with those perverts. But if she sympathizes with those prisoners, who can sympathize with those who were killed?

She knew that she could not resist the exposure of all the dark side, but she also wanted to maintain the light in her mind. No matter how pitiful these perverts were, they had already hurt more people...

Hearing Cheng Bing's whisper, Zhou Zekai smiled and stretched out his hand to touch Cheng Bing's head.

"We are absolutely disdainful to do things that really hurt ordinary people. What we hurt are those who hurt us are the same people who hurt us. It is precisely because of this that we need your existence to let us know that when we cannot control ourselves to stop, we can win new life with your help."

Those who kill ordinary people are murderers. There is still a big difference between murderers and perverts. They kill someone in an orderly and even plan to torture someone, just for the price of the same mistake that person makes. When they cannot control their inner desire to kill, it is time for them to watch the people.

He found a reason for Cheng Bing. Zhou Zekai tried hard to let Cheng Bing understand what she would change in everything she did now.

Cheng Bing looked at Zhou Zekai blankly, but was unmoved.

"Those people have police trials, it's wrong for you to do this. Even if they are bad people, you can't be above life."

This is Cheng Bing's insistence. Any life has its own value. If anyone can reap life at will, how can such a society be beautiful?

Hearing this, Zhou Zekai's smile disappeared instantly, and then a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared.

"Over life? Cheng Bing, we never wanted to be above life, but we just can't control our behavior, just like now..."

Zhou Zekai said expressionlessly, but suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the glass on the ground in his hand. The glass block was instantly inserted into Zhou Zekai's right hand, but he tightened his right hand even harder, allowing the blood to flow out quickly along his palm.

"I'm also injured because of this broken glass. Is it because of the glass? It's broken and is a dangerous product. I can't control whether I will hurt others. But some people are so blind and they have to come and die. Cheng Bing, you said... Is this glass willing to hurt others? Every time it uses its broken edges to prick others with blood, does it hope that the blood will remain on its body? Does it make it even more painful every time it compares the damage to others?"

The blood kept flowing out, which made Cheng Bing suddenly startled by Zhou Zekai's crazy life. He had no intention of tangling what Zhou Zekai said. He quickly stretched out his hand to try to spread Zhou Zekai's hand, but how could a girl break a big man's hand? The final result could only be that the blood on Zhou Zekai's hand stained his hand.

Looking at the girl's anxious appearance, Zhou Zekai's anxiety suddenly calmed down, and his voice was low and elegant.

"Cheng Bing, if one day I am already out of control like this glass, I hope you can be my worshiper and accompany me for the last part, do you think... okay?"

At this time, this person still said such words in such a gentle and bewitching voice. Whenever Cheng Bing thought of the Snow White who fell asleep in front of him, he almost instantly reflected it, looking at Zhou Zekai's eyes that were like an abyss and his fearful face reflected inside.

"No...no...I, I won't be the one who treats you as a ceremonialist!"

After saying that, he actually pushed Zhou Zekai away, then stood up and looked at Zhou Zekai sitting on the ground, with a bit of crazy expression.

"You'll die this heart! There will definitely be no day!"

As long as he thought that this man would die in front of her one day, Cheng Bing was indescribable panic. After saying this, he quickly ran towards his room to find something to stop bleeding.

Seeing the little girl going to her house, Zhou Zekai showed a wanton smile. He raised his right hand and spread it out. He saw the particularly beautiful glass slags stained with blood. Then he dug out one of them. The pain in the palm of his hand came instantly, but Zhou Zekai still had no response. He still had a smile on his face. He pulled out the glass slags from his hands one by one and threw them aside.

Cheng Bing came out soon, holding a medical box, and after coming over, he wanted to treat Zhou Zekai's wound, but was stopped.

"No need, I have something to go out today, I will handle this myself."

He had already stood up from the ground, and Zhou Zekai's hands were still bleeding, but his whole body looked calm and gentle. After looking at Cheng Bing, he only left a back for Cheng Bing, so that Cheng Bing, who was kneeling on the ground, could only watch him gradually disappear from his sight, lowered his head slightly, and saw that his hands were stained with Zhou Zekai's blood, and the broken glass pulled out of his palm by Zhou Zekai. In an instant, tears poured down.

Zhou Zekai, who left home, got into the car directly, without caring about the wounds on his hands. The car drove all the way to the suburbs, surrounded by deserted shrubs, and Zhou Zekai's expression on his face became even more cold, as if the person in front of Cheng Bing was just a disguise.

Finally arrived at the front of a small wooden house. Zhou Zekai stopped the car, got out of the car, walked to the small wooden house with the bread and water that had been prepared long ago, took out the key and opened the door. He walked in, as if he had walked into another abyss.

After entering this wooden house, I turned on the lights and the layout here was particularly warm. Zhou Zekai first inspected and confirmed that everything here was placed normally and no one had come. Then he found a switch behind the bookcase and pulled it down.

I saw an empty cellar staircase appeared in the closet in the room. With bread and water, Zhou Zekai curled up his lips and walked down, and there was even a little joy, humming a piano tune in his mouth.

When the people in the cellar heard Zhou Zekai humming the song, they suddenly struggled wildly, and the iron chains that tied him made even more rustling sounds. In Zhou Zekai's ears, it sounded so pleasant.

I walked downstairs, turned on the lights, and then the true face of the cellar was revealed.

On the left side of the cellar is a cross with a man tied up chains. Not only is his limbs tightly tied with iron chains, but his head is also wearing a unique iron hat, only a pair of eyes is exposed. After seeing Zhou Zekai appear, the madness in those eyes instantly turned into fear. He struggled wildly on the cross and moved even more violently.

On the right side of the cellar is a surgical bed and various equipment on the wall. Zhou Zekai ignored the man who was already crazy on the cross. He found medical equipment and slowly treated his wounds. By the way, he listened to the sound of iron chains like a symphony. Only by hearing such a sound can his heart feel as if he has strength again.

Soon, Zhou Zekai's injury was bandaged. He was very skillful in his movements. After bandaging himself, he stretched out his other hand to crush the bread and walked towards the man on the cross.

"I didn't see you yesterday, I missed me, right? The look you missed me really makes me happy."

Zhou Zekai said as he opened the small mouth of the iron hat on the other person's head and spilled bread crumbs from the man's head. Soon the bread crumbs filled all the space of the iron hat, allowing the man to eat wildly for breathing. He wanted to commit suicide without eating, but Zhou Zekai never gave him this opportunity. His tongue had been pulled down, and it was even more impossible to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Seeing the man eating wildly, Zhou Zekai smiled and laughed happily, patting his shoulder.
Chapter completed!