monster's bride

"Didn't you delete it?" She held back and held on to the railing.

"Oh, but actually I shared this set of photos with my brother back then, but I didn't expect him to have a backup."

Lu Zhizhi: "What do you want?"

Jiang Jingyu smiled and said casually: "The media offered me 50,000 yuan to buy your headlines. Because of what you did today, I sold it to them when I was angry."

Lu Zhizhi loosened his grip on the railing, and his voice was scattered in the wind, a little hollow, "Did you sell it?"

"I just don't know when the news will appear. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?"

The man's laughter came from the receiver, like a poisonous snake and a beast, "Do you think you can live a good life? The torture I suffered in prison is enough to support me to torture you every day. Let's see, Lu Zhizhi."

As Jiang Jingyu left the wall, the phone was hung up.

Lu Zhizhi stood in the corridor for a long time, holding the phone to her ear. Her fingers were so cold that she almost lost consciousness.

The balcony door next to it opened, and Bai Ji walked out, tilted his head and asked, "I heard you talking on the phone, are you okay?"

Lu Zhizhi turned his head and looked at him with a blank expression, and finally gave a stiff and desperate smile, "Ah, it's okay."

She walked back to the room like a zombie, passed through the living room, and suddenly stopped at the door of the open kitchen. Lu Zhizhi looked at the neat row of props placed on the kitchen table.

She walked in with her feet, caressed it with her fingers, and finally picked up a slender boning knife. The cold light reflected on her tearful face.

After watching for a long time, she slowly returned to the bedroom with the knife in hand, buried herself in the quilt, and spent the cold night.

Early the next morning, Lu Zhizhi got up and packed herself as usual, put on a furry hat and scarf, and put on her coat. She stuffed the knife into her clothes, lowered her head and got into the taxi, and reported to Jiang Jingyu's studio. name.

He had a photo shoot this morning, which was to take a bed photo of a couple. The group had put on makeup in the studio early to prepare.

When Lu Zhizhi walked in, the receptionist smiled and asked her if she had an appointment. She raised her gaze and said, "I am with the person I made an appointment with this morning."

"That's it. Then you and I can go sit in the lounge. Teacher Jiang is taking pictures of them."

"I want to see how they filmed it."

"Okay."

The receptionist took her to a bedroom. The sound of the shutter continued, accompanied by Jiang Jingyu's voice, "Very well, just look at me in this position and stay still."

Lu Zhizhi looked at the door for a while, put his hand into his coat, raised his feet and walked slowly over.

The intrusion of a stranger made the couple posing on the bed couldn't help but turn their eyes away. Jiang Jingyu turned around when he saw that they were not looking at the camera.

Just then Lu Zhizhi raised his head, revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes under the brim of his hat.

"Why did you come here at this time?"

Jiang Jingyu suddenly laughed helplessly, "Are you going to make trouble again? If you have anything to do, you have to wait until I finish my work."

Lu Zhizhi didn't respond and took a few more steps forward until the toes of her shoes were almost touching his, and she seemed to have fallen into his arms.

"Did you cry yesterday? You looked so pitiful."

Jiang Jingyu thought she was here to beg for mercy, and before the smile on his lips became more open, he heard the receptionist standing at the door suddenly shout in horror, "Teacher Jiang!"

Before he could react from the other person's frightened expression, he heard a muffled sound, his pupils suddenly shrank, and the pain in his abdomen was delayed for a few seconds before sending a crushing pain to his brain.

Jiang Jingyu lowered his head, and a sharp knife was inserted into his abdomen.

He subconsciously wanted to hold it with his hand, but Lu Zhizhi quickly pulled it out with an expressionless face and inserted it in again. Again and again, deep and long cuts were made, and blood spurted out with part of the tissue, dyeing her clothes and white hair red. sheet.

The screams in my ears kept coming.

The lovers on the bed were frightened and got out of bed in a panic and ran to the door.

Someone tried to stop him, but Lu Zhizhi took out his knife and swung it back. With such a desperate and crazy look, no one dared to come close.

The people in the bedroom were quickly gone.

Jiang Jingyu fell on the bed. He still wanted to resist, but the face injury from being beaten by Shi Yu was still not healed. Lu Zhizhi directly picked up the vase on the bedside table and smashed it into his face.

The huge impact instantly made Jiang Jingyu feel tinnitus and trance, and the raised hand fell down weakly.

Lu Zhizhi climbed on top of him, continued to pull out the knife, and stabbed his abdomen and chest back and forth.

She couldn't feel a trace of fear now, and her whole nerve was broken by what she said last night.

Public opinion in society will be even more terrifying than when she was in school. Once the news breaks out, she will lose her job, her friends, and everything. She will completely lose the meaning of life.

But obviously, he is so afraid of death and wants to live hard.

There is always someone to interfere with her, there is always someone who can hurt her.

Lu Zhizhi's eyes became colder and colder. She almost cut Jiang Jingyu's stomach open, and the way the other person looked at her finally changed from indifference, ridicule and hatred to pleading.

"I do not..."

Blood bubbles came out of his mouth and he wanted to explain something, but she couldn't listen at all. She raised the knife high and inserted it directly into his mouth.

Jiang Jingyu was completely silent.

Lu Zhizhi breathed heavily, relaxed all over, straightened his back and raised his head to look at the ceiling. The hat on top of his hair fell off, and the blood drops that splashed on his face slid down his neck.

She let go of the knife, got off the body, and sat down on the ground, staring at the floor somewhere, wondering what she was thinking.

The sunlight outside the window shone in and hit my body, which was inexplicably dazzling.

Lu Zhizhi blocked it with her hands, and the warmth that clung to her body made her feel a little relieved.

When she realized what she had done, she lowered her head and looked at the blood soaked all over her body. The pungent smell made her want to vomit.

She held on and swallowed.

There was always a voice deep in her heart telling her that this was the end, and she was unwilling to accept it.

Not at all.

But what else?

She had her revenge and her life was ruined.

The glass door of the studio slowly opened, and Bai Ji walked slowly through the reception room, paused for a few seconds at the simulated bedroom door, and then calmly stepped on the blood on the ground and approached her.

A pair of black sneakers appeared in front of him, followed by a pair of slender straight legs wearing casual pants.

Lu Zhizhi did not raise his head, but just raised his hands, as if he was not resisting.

After a while, there was no response from the other party. She raised her head in confusion and her gaze froze.

Bai Ji, who was wearing a mask, chuckled, gently held her hand, took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the blood on her hand, "I happened to be buying tea downstairs when I heard screaming upstairs. Sound, come up and take a look."