Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"You want to say, why do I kill them so cruelly when they have no grievances against me?"

Mr. Shen showed a vague smile.

"Because I'm very angry."

Yun Si looked at him, "Angry?"

"I was angry because I couldn't find what I wanted."

That feeling of wanting to express something but not being able to express it or grasp it is really terrible.

He wanted to find the part of himself that he had lost, but he couldn't find it.

So he was very angry.

He was so angry that he needed to use some means of venting to calm his anger.

Yun Si was silent for a moment, looking at his expression, a vague answer seemed to emerge in her heart.

"Mr. Shen said that he wanted to find what he wanted. So was it also for this reason that you later surrendered and entered Tesmela Prison?"

"No." He tapped the sofa cushion, but his eyes stayed on her.

Tightly, like glue, never leaving.

"No?" Yun Si was a little surprised.

"Then why did you surrender and go to jail?"

Myrla analyzed that he wanted to pursue another kind of excitement, or he wanted to find some inspiration for crime among so many mental patients there.

Now it seems that it is not what he analyzed.

The Mr. Shen in front of him looked calm and calm, with a strange gentleness in his eyes.

"Because I feel that killing people is no substitute for my inner satisfaction, and I want to stop."

He still retains his rationality, and even a little bit of humanity.

The reason why I wanted to go in was that I didn’t want to kill anyone anymore and was tired.

On the other hand, his heart was too empty.

He desperately wanted to hold on to the part of himself that he had lost.

"I entered Tesmela Prison because I felt that there I could find a part of myself that I had lost."

"So, I stayed there."

Yun Si hesitated, "Wait, you mean, where do you think you will find it?"

"Is it just because of an intuition that you are willing to surrender?"

Mr. Shen was sitting there, with his hands folded and placed by his legs. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, making him look a bit cold and strangely gentle.

He responded with a gentle hum.

Yun Si: "Then, have you found the part you have been looking for?"

When she said such a sentence, Yun Si actually already had the answer in her heart.

However, she wanted to confirm whether it was true or not.

Mr. Shen said nothing and looked at her quietly, his eyes were extremely gentle, but also filled with a bit of terrifying fanaticism.

He was raising his lips and smiling, his finger bones were slender and delicate, and his fingertips were glowing with dots of transparent white.

Just sitting there is as pleasing to the eye as a painting, elegant and calm.

He didn't answer the question, and the living room fell into an inexplicable silence.

Yun Si was not in a hurry and looked at him, waiting for his answer.

The sunshine at noon is quiet and bright, and the rays of light are like soft golden threads, bringing the slightest warmth.

After a long time,

When the wind from the balcony blew in gently and blew up a corner of the drawn curtains, the man spoke.

The clear voice seems to take away all the heat of summer, leaving only a comfortable coolness.

"I think I found it."