Chapter 7, Madness

The woman gazed at Liu Gang, her eyes misty and her gaze more enchanting. She quietly looked at Liu Gang for a while, and suddenly broke into a smile: "If you continue to struggle like this, you will hurt your hands and feet."

I do not know whether it was my struggling voice that disturbed Ren Meier, or if Ren Meier had vented enough herself, but she finally quieted down, panting heavily as she sat down on the bed right next to me. The face that had just been so fierce now stared blankly at me, lost in thought. However, at this moment, facing Ren Meier, I did not dare to move, fearing that any sudden action might provoke her.

How did I end up here? Whenever I think about it, I can't help but recall how I climbed over the wall and was struck hard on the head by someone, losing consciousness after taking two blows. But how did I come to Li Congying's new house? Right, where is Ren Meier? Where did Ren Meier go? What exactly happened after I lost consciousness? One question after another swirled in my mind

I was stunned, wondering what Ren Meier was up to and what she wanted to do. My mind was in a chaotic state when I suddenly saw Ren Meier smile sweetly at me. She then turned and walked towards the dressing table, pulled out a stool, gently sat down, and took a comb, softly brushing her hair with an expression of utmost tenderness.

My heart was constantly twitching, and I felt a wave of fear surge within me. I struggled fiercely, wanting to break free from the ropes. This cannot be; who knows what has happened to Ren Meier? In any case, something is definitely wrong. Perhaps I might even end up disemboweled myself. At the thought of this, my heart suddenly jolted as I recalled Li Congying. The police concluded that Li Congying committed suicide, and so I believed it. But is it possible that Ren Meier killed her and the book? Otherwise, with Li Congying's level of courage, could she really have committed suicide in such a manner? Perhaps I might even end up disemboweled myself. At the thought of this, my heart suddenly jolted as I recalled Li Congying. The police concluded that Li Congying committed suicide, and so I believed it. But is it possible that Ren Meier killed her and the book? Otherwise, with Li Congying's level of courage, could she really have committed suicide in such a manner?

My heart was filled with horror, and I involuntarily struggled, trying desperately to break the ropes that bound me. I paid no heed to the pain in my hands and feet from the tight bindings. In my efforts, I caused a great commotion with the new bed.

The sound abruptly ceased, and I found myself unable to utter the words that followed. In my heart, there was nothing but fear and a sense of unease. As I pondered what to say, I heard Mei'er let out a sigh: "There are many things you do not know; they owe me, they owe us. It is perhaps better that you do not know."

This was not enough; she jumped onto the bed and knocked down the large wedding photo from the headboard, forcefully stepping on it on the floor. She also tore down all the double happiness characters posted in the room and threw them on the ground. She looked completely deranged, her hair, which had just been neatly arranged, was now a mess, and her clothes were disheveled. Even the tie of her bathrobe had come undone, and she was completely unaware of it. Her naked body was exposed before me, yet she showed no reaction at all. It was truly madness. Her hair, which had just been neatly arranged, was now a mess, and her clothes were disheveled. Even the tie of her bathrobe had come undone, and she was completely unaware of it. Her naked body was exposed before me, yet she showed no reaction at all. It was truly madness.

Awakening from the darkness, I still felt somewhat dazed, unsure of what had actually happened. However, one thing was beyond doubt: I was still alive. Slowly opening my eyes, the intense light made it difficult for me to see. It took quite a while to gradually adjust to this brightness. Then, I shook my head vigorously, and only then did I begin to understand a little. A dull pain still lingered in my head.

"You do not know, you know nothing—" Before Liu Gang could finish his sentence, Ren Meier suddenly interrupted me softly, shaking her head with a look of sorrow, gently shaking her head, her gaze becoming increasingly distant.

I want to go to hetushu.com, but I only feel a chill all over my body, constantly breaking out in a cold sweat. Thinking about myself at this moment, I wonder if I resemble the meat on a display board, or perhaps a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. I remember how, during festivals in the village, people would tie up pigs and sheep when it was time to slaughter them. At this moment, I feel little different from a pig.

In the midst of my wandering thoughts, I suddenly heard Ren Meier violently throw a comb at the mirror of the dressing table. With a loud crash, the mirror shattered, startling me and causing my body to shudder instinctively. I turned my gaze towards Ren Meier, only to see her acting as if she had gone mad, throwing the wedding photo to the ground and then fiercely trampling on it with her feet. Her expression was filled with intense hostility, as if she harbored a deep-seated grudge against that photo.

Taking a deep breath, I still want to make an effort for myself. After all, it seems that breaking free from my current situation is not an easy task. I try to maintain a semblance of calm on my face, but in reality, it is merely my own perception. In Ren Meier's eyes, it has already become somewhat distorted. I said softly, "Ren Meier, I know you are feeling very upset. Such things are difficult for anyone to bear. However, one must always look forward. Don't you think? What has happened is ultimately in the past"

After a moment, I finally realized something. My heart stirred, and I attempted to struggle to sit up, wanting to leave this room. However, when I forcefully tried to move, I found that I could not sit up at all. It was then that I discovered my hands and feet were bound to the bed. How could this happen on Li Congying's new bed? Who did this?

At that moment, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and a woman walked in, wearing a bathrobe, her hair cascading down. For a moment, I could not see who she was. She held a towel in her hand, drying her damp hair, clearly just having taken a shower. When the woman inadvertently lifted her head, I was stunned and couldn't help but exclaim: "Ren Meier"

In the chaos of my mind, Ren Meier suddenly moved, reaching for a fruit knife from the small cabinet by the bedside. The knife, glinting brightly under the light, was so dazzling that Liu Gang could hardly open his eyes. His heart sank as he wondered if his suspicions were true: that Li Congying had not committed suicide at all, but had been murdered—murdered by Ren Meier. The shining fruit knife before him seemed to be telling Liu Gang that this was indeed the case, and that he was next.

Two people, one lying down and the other sitting, are facing each other. At this moment, Ren Meier's bathrobe has nearly completely fallen off, her smooth skin shimmering enticingly under the light. A pair of firm breasts is presented before me, and her long legs are pressed against me, with half of her buttocks almost touching my face. What an exhilarating scene, yet at this moment, I feel no excitement at all; instead, I am engulfed by a deeper fear, wishing I could immediately rush out and distance myself from this room and this woman.

Meng Guding shuddered, my eyes were bloodshot, desperately struggling, and I trembled as I said: "Ren Meier, you must stay calm, you absolutely must stay calm. We have no grievances or enmities. If you have something to say, please do. As long as I can help you, I will definitely assist you. I assure you, I am not lying. You must trust me and not act impulsively"

Dai Dai and Tu were watching Ren Mei'er, feeling a strange sensation in their hearts. What was wrong with this woman? Just last night, she had been crying like a weeping child, yet now her beautiful eyes sparkled like spring. Here she was, quietly combing her hair in her new room. Most astonishingly, she had returned to her new home. What kind of place was this? Just the day before yesterday, her groom, Li Congying, had committed suicide here in a horrific manner. Even though I have always considered myself quite brave, thinking back on it now still sends chills down my spine. How could she be so calm, quietly combing her hair in her new room? Moreover, just last night, I had witnessed the scene of Li Congying rising from the dead.

However, it seemed that Ren Meier did not hear my pleas, as she slowly raised the fruit knife in her hand, which shone brightly under the light, even reflecting my distorted face.

I do not want to die; there are still many things I have not done. My parents are waiting for me to be filial to them. I have never even had a girlfriend. Everything makes me deeply attached to this world. Therefore, no matter what happens, I just do not want to die. Even as I watch Ren Meier raise the fruit knife in her hand, disregarding my dignity, I begin to plead desperately: "Ren Meier, I beg you, let me go. I will do anything you want. I beg you, my parents only have this one son, I cannot die, please, I beg you—" I just do not want to die; even as I watch Ren Meier raise the fruit knife in her hand, disregarding my dignity, I begin to plead desperately: "Ren Meier, I beg you, let me go. I will do anything you want. I beg you, my parents only have this one son, I cannot die, please, I beg you—"

Ren Meier was completely unaware of her own nudity, or perhaps she simply did not care. She gazed at me, tears rolling in her eyes, slowly unable to hold back as they dripped down, falling onto the new bed and onto my face. The expression on her face conveyed an indescribable desolation and an unutterable grievance, stirring something deep within Liu Gang.

The corners of my mouth twitched, and I wanted to ask Ren Meier what was wrong, but ultimately, I could not bring myself to speak. What could I say? I hardly knew Ren Meier; in fact, we had only met a few times. Yet, even though I was not familiar with her, it was evident that something was amiss. A thought suddenly crossed my mind: could it be that the strange events Ren Meier had experienced over the past few days had frightened her to the point of causing a mental breakdown? Even though I was not familiar with her, it was clear that something was very wrong.

After waiting for my eyes to adjust to the bright light, I finally took a look around my surroundings. This is a bedroom, and I am currently lying on the bed. Opposite me is a dressing table, and beside it is a wardrobe. On top of the wardrobe is a bright red character for happiness, which left me momentarily stunned. Turning back to the dressing table, I noticed a crystal photo. When my gaze fell upon that photo, I was completely taken aback, staring at it in disbelief.

It was actually the wedding photo of Li Congying and Ren Meier, a six-inch crystal photo placed on the dressing table. In the picture, Li Congying is embracing Ren Meier from behind, wearing a radiant smile, and those eyes happen to be looking at me. This discovery left me stunned, my mind buzzing, could it be that I was currently in Li Congying's new house

I was once again in a daze, unsure of what to do in that moment. I swallowed hard, gazing at Ren Meier's face, which was constantly changing expressions, and my heart grew even more anxious. Unfortunately, at that very moment, fear had already eroded my heart, leaving me incapable of clearer thoughts

The more I think this way, the more I feel fear, slowly being submerged by despair. Those damned ropes on my hands and feet are tied so tightly that no matter how hard Liu Gang struggles, he cannot break free. All he can feel is the pain in his wrists from the tightness. But at this moment, can I still afford to care about that little bit of pain