Quick Wear: Guide to the Seven Deadly Sins of Yandere

[Host? Xishengyi?]

Xishengyi did not respond.

Her face was pale and she stared at the iron fence in a trance. The supervisor outside stood motionless with his back to her.

Xishengyi seemed to step on something when he came in.

She didn't dare to look, didn't dare to move her feet, and didn't even dare to see what was in the cell.

The host knew what she was thinking, so he said: [There is a piece of waste cloth under her feet.]

Xishengyi slowly moved his eyes and glanced down at his feet.

It was a piece of blood-stained clothing.

She staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

She wanted to stay away from the cloth, but because of the change in vision, Xishengyi was caught off guard and saw the furnishings in the cell.

The cell was much larger than the ones she'd been in before. But it wasn't the bed that took up the space.

But various torture instruments.

The cell was filled with all kinds of torture instruments she could think of and couldn't think of, known and unknown. Several execution racks and an iron bed full of nails almost filled the entire room.

The place where Xishengyi fell was the only open space.

She suddenly remembered that there were stories of this type in many of the stories she and Chu Lin had seen before.

She also tried to scare Chu Lin, and Chu Lin cooperated very well and said, "Wow, how cruel."

The system saw that she seemed to be frightened and said:

[Maybe Chu Lin just wants to scare you?]

Xishengyi didn't say anything.

[He didn’t do anything to you, it’s just——]

The system suddenly saw the wound on Xishengyi's leg and stopped talking.

After a long time, it continued: "If he really wanted to do something to you, why did he leave?"

Xishengyi suddenly looked up, [Today is not Sunday.]

[? ]

Xishengyi shrank his body, curled up into a ball, and buried his head in his arms as if he had collapsed.

She started crying again.

A crying sound was heard, and the supervisor tilted his head, looked at her, and turned back.

[The execution day, Chu Lin is waiting for the execution day.]

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Xishengyi spent the most painful four days of his life.

The meals brought in by the supervisors were the same as those on the 18th floor, but Xishengyi couldn't eat in the blood-stained cell, so she could only try to eat vegetables. She tried to eat meat, but ended up vomiting it all out.

Occasionally she fell into a daze and seemed to see the cell being opened by someone.

It’s Chu Lin.

Chu Lin came every day and gently held her in his arms, as if to coax her to sleep.

But Xishengyi couldn't sleep anymore, and every time he would beg him incoherently, asking him to let him out.

The disheveled girl was stunningly beautiful even when she was crying and begging for help. She seemed to be terribly frightened and could say anything.

Chu Lin would quietly watch her cry and beg every time. The man treated her pain as food, and when he was satisfied, he would gently pry her hands apart and leave gracefully.

The condition of staying away from Chu Lin is calculated to be more than one day. Xi Shengyi has to endure the pain of being shut in and threatened, but the remaining 0.5 is not reduced at all.

No one answered my calls.

The execution day finally came.

In the middle of the night, Xishengyi covered his ears and saw in despair that the pointer on the panel provided by the system jumped to twelve o'clock.

At first, a terrified roar came from the prisoner in the next room. It was a stress response of a person in despair without the help of the brain, like the cry of an animal.

Similar noises began to be heard in other cells. Xishengyi heard the sound of some metal instruments again, followed by the sound of iron chains being entangled.

In the entire cell, only the cross-shaped execution rack had iron chains.

She used to like watching horror movies.

But I don't like watching plasma films.

Because horror movies can make her feel the thrill of excitement, while watching blood-thirsty movies can only make her feel nauseous and painful.

Screams mixed with the sound of flesh tearing rang in his ears, and Xishengyi vaguely saw the supervisor outside move.

Xishengyi began to tremble.

The supervisor opened the door, swung the electric baton in his hand, and looked at her.

"No! You can't do this!" Xishengyi hurriedly stood up and stepped back, and her back hit something like an iron hook. She hissed, and after a daze, she turned around, took it down, and waved it at the supervisor.

"do not come!"

The supervisor did not move forward, but retreated again, standing outside the door, holding it with one hand, and looking respectfully to the other side.

Xishengyi maintained the posture of holding the iron hook.

The tall man walked in. Chu Lin saw her like this and laughed. He looked at the thing in her hand with an ambiguous look and asked, "Do you want to use this first?"

Xi Shengyi didn't understand for a moment.

"Okay." Chu Lin waved his hand, and several female supervisors came in. One of them brought in an armchair, and Chu Lin sat on it casually.

The other two supervisors walked towards Xishengyi.

Xishengyi was almost frightened to death, and waved the iron hook in her hand to try to resist, but she failed to hurt the supervisor at all. The iron hook was snatched away, and the person was put on the execution rack.

The chains were wrapped around his hands and feet, and only his head could move. A supervisor stood aside holding an iron hook, turned his head and looked at Chu Lin, as if asking something.

"...Brother, Chu Lin, you can't do this to me..." Xi Shengyi barely found his voice, his voice full of tears.

[System, system...Fuck, system, save me, system!]

She struggled hard, and her slender wrists and ankles were rubbed raw, but Xishengyi no longer cared about that.

The system's voice was also panicking: [Please beg him more, please keep begging him?]

[Fuck, what good are you!]

Half of Chu Lin's face was submerged in darkness, and his expression could not be seen.

"Brother, brother, please... I was wrong. I really know I was wrong... I will never dare to do it again..."

She cursed the system in her heart, but her expression was full of fear and weakness.

Chu Lin placed one hand loosely on the armrest, watching with great interest as his sweetheart begged for mercy with tears in her eyes.

The prisoner next door screamed again, and then he died. Xishengyi seemed to hear someone next door saying something like: "Is the doctor here? Don't let him die."

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger. Xi Shengyi struggled and begged for mercy for a long time, but Chu Lin remained unmoved.

She gradually lost her strength, and her voice became weaker and weaker, leaving only the trembling of consciousness.

Chu Lin suddenly stood up and took the hook, "Go out and cover this room."

The supervisor immediately retreated, and then took out a huge black cloth from somewhere and covered the outside of the fence door.

There was no light in the cell.

Xishengyi could only rely on the sound to determine where Chu Lin was.

A cold object pressed against his chin, and Xishengyi realized after a moment that it was the iron hook.

Chu Lin was in front of him, and his voice sounded like a demon from hell.

"Are you still running?"

She had no doubt that if she gave an answer that did not satisfy Chu Lin, the iron hook would definitely not remain there quietly.

Xishengyi trembled: "...No more."

Chu Lin uttered a "hmm" sound through his nose.

"Xishengyi." Chu Lin called her full name.

Like calling out to some stranger.

Xishengyi looked up hastily, looking for the figure in the darkness.

"Your motive for running away is very strange. I can't figure it out no matter how hard I try." Chu Lin threw the iron hook.

"I can only conclude that you are tired of me or hate me."

He touched Xishengyi's face and said softly, "I convinced myself to give you one last chance. What 27-day game do you want to play? Brother will play with you."

He suddenly grabbed Xishengyi's neck.

"But you broke your promise... baby..." Chu Lin gradually tightened his grip: "I really don't know how to write death."