Pathologically imprisoned by an AI of his own creation

After pressing the wound, Shen An couldn't hold it back.

But it is impossible to just walk out like this.

So, she carefully pressed down her right hand, which was still handcuffed, and quietly moved her eyes closer to the cabinet door.

In front of my eyes, the gap is getting closer and bigger.

The unknown of the outside world brought fear, causing her heart to beat suddenly.

After approaching anxiously and expectantly, what she saw before her eyes was still boundless darkness.

Shen An didn't see anything.

My weak short breaths blew through the cracks, my heart steadied a little, and my brain hadn't started spinning yet.

Then, right in front of her, the huge blue eyes suddenly lit up.

One eye was staring at her intently through the gap, its mechanical iris almost pressed against her pupil, just outside the millimeter gap.

Cardiopulmonary arrest.

The frightened, thin body suddenly retreated and hit the inner wall of the closet. After making a dull sound, the entire closet shook.

But she didn't have time to feel the pain.

There was only one thought left in my mind at this time:

it's over...

He didn't even have time to chew on the fear that pinched his heart. His eyes were looking forward almost numbly. In Shen An's field of vision, the closet door was slowly opened.

In the darkness, the man was standing in front of her, casting a shadow that almost completely covered her.

And those blue eyes that lit up in the darkness, like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, were staring at her:

"hide?"

With a gloomy tone mixed with displeasure, he looked down.

Liu Fengyue wanted to wait for her to come out on her own, but after watching secretly outside for almost ten minutes, she still didn't wait. He was really impatient.

"Not coming out yet?"

The voice sounded above Shen An's head again. Holding the injured arm tightly, she shook her head mechanically, as if she had not yet struggled out of the fear just now.

It scared her.

Cold eyes swept over Shen An's body like an inspection.

After being caught by him, she was still hiding in the corner.

The bathrobe was stained with blood, and the scratched wound was in close contact with the unclean hands, and the blood and sweat were mixed together.

Not afraid of infection.

With a cold face, Liu Fengyue stretched out her hand towards her.

"No...don't touch me, don't-"

The unfinished words were torn into pieces by the air, and the waving arms caused the wound to burst for the second time, and the smell of blood became stronger.

Seeing that she didn't cherish him so much, Liu Fengyue, who wasn't very angry at first, was now very angry.

After grabbing Shen An's collar, he simply pulled her out and threw her on the carpet.

The thin body struggled to get up on the soft carpet. After being caught by him, Shen An's first instinctive thought was to run away.

He grabbed her slender ankle again.

Squatting down, the fabric of his clothes scratched on the carpet, Liu Fengyue pulled Shen An in front of him little by little.

With the dim light outside the window, she could barely see his expression clearly.

It was not the anger Shen An imagined, but more helpless displeasure, and his big hands pulled her wrist.

Subconsciously, Shen An wanted to pull away.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, she hooked the cold handcuffs, and Liu Fengyue held them tightly in her hands. After taking a step further, she controlled her wrists.

The cold voice sounded in her ears with full warning:

"Don't move! Let me see."

My heart stopped for a beat and my breathing was a little short.

Seeing that Liu Fengyue showed no signs of losing control, Shen An stopped struggling and allowed the wound to be pulled to his eyes.

The arm that was scratched by the wooden thorn had a wound of nearly fifteen centimeters on the forearm, and the wound was not shallow.

But okay, it's just a flesh wound.

However, under her panic and casual squeezing, the injured area was already a bit bloody. Looking carefully, Liu Fengyue suddenly sneered in front of her.

The grip on her wrist suddenly tightened, so much that Shen An suddenly recalled the times he had dislocated her wrist.

Not right hand.

His left hand had been injured repeatedly and had sequelae. As he worked for a long time, he would always feel a dull pain.

If you use a little more force, your fingers will tremble.

Her left hand was almost useless due to his torture, and her right hand could not make the same mistake again, otherwise she would really become a useless person.

But the injured arm did not dare to struggle hard, so Shen An had to hold his wrist with his blood-stained palm and pull with some force:

"let me go……"

"why."

As if she hadn't heard anything, Liu Fengyue murmured to herself after suppressing her sneer.

His fingers still held her wrist tightly.

"open……"

Shen An's voice seemed to bring him back to his senses, and his eyes focused on her face again. After seeing the struggle of the person in front of him, his expression was tinged with anger.

Turning on the light, Liu Fengyue placed the wound horizontally in front of the two of them, and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth:

"I asked you why, Shen An."

"Why don't you just wait for me to come back? Why are you struggling to this point? Why are you running away?"

"Am I not treating you well? Why do you like to seek death so much?"

The continuous questioning and oppression made Shen An's body tremble instinctively. Under the tense mood, even the pain was suppressed to a certain extent, and he stopped struggling.

But in the last sentence, reason suddenly returned, and the pain came again.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his red wrist, which was pinched by him, and tears faintly covered his eyes:

"How are you nice to me..."

Following her line of sight, Liu Fengyue almost immediately relaxed a little when she saw the crimson-stained wrist.

After placing her arms in a position where they would not be rubbed, he lifted Shen An up from the ground with his long arms.

After walking a few steps, she was placed on the sofa again.

"Sit tight and stop moving."

With a low warning, Liu Fengyue turned around and got the medical kit.

Knowing that his escape had failed, and feeling the pain in his arm, Shen An obeyed and did not struggle in vain, but just looked at his back.

She really didn't expect it.

Liu Fengyue could be so calm after finding out that she had escaped.

I would have gone crazy before.

During that time abroad, everything that happened made the two of them, including their relationship, seem a little different.

Her uninjured left hand reached into the pocket of her bathrobe and touched the thing inside, which made her feel even more mixed.

His mind was wandering, and the paper bag suddenly handed to him brought Shen An back to his thoughts.

Looking blankly at the several packages of paper bags, she raised her eyes to look at him, and Liu Fengyue stuffed the midnight snack into her arms again.

The scent of cumin and other compound spices hit her face and poured into Shen An's nose.

"Take it, it won't taste good when it's cold."

After placing the medical kit on the coffee table, Liu Fengyue simply sat on the table and didn't look at her again.

He just lowered his head and pulled her arm, and carefully bandaged it.

Shen An was left sitting there, holding various snacks in a daze, looking down at the big pieces of meat that were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Stimulated by the fragrance, his saliva secreted instinctively.

It's not a health food, but it tastes really good.