Self-help guide for non-professional young masters

The first time he was hit, Jun Ziyou really felt the pain on his skin, but subconsciously withdrew his hand but failed.

Then Si Ye ran over the fragments again, which should have been excruciating pain, but his body suddenly became numb, he didn't feel anything, and he lost his mind for a moment.

"Gentleman You, you are a young man with a bright future. The first time I saw you, I couldn't stop. Your talent won my heart, but once I think that all your abilities are inherited from your damn father, even Your face, which is as beautiful as his, has become hateful."

Si Ye smiled, he found something from under the table, rubbed it repeatedly on the back of the man's hand, the cold and sharp touch made Jun Ziyou instinctively startled, but the other party was so powerful that he didn't leave him any chance at all. .

As if sensing his intention to retreat and exhausting what little patience Si Ye had left, he exerted all his strength, and mercilessly stabbed the murder weapon into the back of Jun Ziyou's hand, and blood gushed out immediately.

Junziyou snorted, and subconsciously pulled away the injured arm hanging in front of him to protect his bloody left hand, only to see a four-inch long iron nail that was already thickly rusted piercing his palm , nailing his entire left hand to the table, it was almost impossible for him to pull it out with his own strength while enduring the severe pain.

"Don't panic, you won't hurt, it's just the first time, now you can't feel it anymore."

Si Ye's index finger twirled on the nail head, as if it wasn't enough, he pushed it in a little bit more, and then the sound of "slapping" water came into his ears.

Jun Ziyou's cold sweat fell on the table, not because of the pain, but because he really didn't hurt.

This can't be a dream, it can't be...tea!It was the cup of tea that moved him.

Immediately, he felt a chill creeping up his spine, and his face was as pale as paper.

"There is drug in the tea, which enters the body along the wound, so your injured hand will be the first to lose feeling. You don't drink much, the effect of the drug will not come too quickly, and the consciousness is still clear for the time being, so take care of what is left. Let’s continue this once-in-a-lifetime long conversation.”

Si Ye withdrew his hands and let the gradually numb gentleman lean against the edge of the table, staring at him with resentful and puzzled eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. I haven't finished my confession yet. I still have to explain to Lord Shaoqing. In the famous actress case, I was the one who encouraged the murderer Jinxiu to kill her and made a careful plan for her. In the ghost double case, the director He I was also the one who practiced self-hanging on the barren hills. It is worth mentioning that I taught him a unique knot tying method. The drama of 'suicide in fear of guilt' in the last case..."

"...Your plan is very thoughtful, that deadlock is really ingenious, especially at night, it is almost impossible to untie it, you counted that someone might rescue He Shi, in order to delay the best time to save people, even this is not enough I thought about it, but what you didn't expect was that I would set up a trap to lure him into the game, and I had already prepared Jiang Yanqing for rescue."

"Yeah, so I admit that you are a very cute opponent. Without you, all the arrangements I have made would be meaningless. By the way, the person who told an old servant of the Jiangling Ning Mansion about the son of Lan Qing many years ago, There are still a few times to go back and forth, trying to get Marquis Ding'an to dig out those coffins. I am the manipulator. Don't you understand why the Miaofa Church wants to use four weird corpses filled with wax oil to kill you? See You should understand your outstanding talent, right?"

"So to say……"

"Yes, Lin Muqi belongs to me. The reason why I asked him to make this murder knife is because his surname is Lin, and his ancestors are also the relatives of Empress Lin, but the relationship is too far away, so he is not among the nine clans. Lin Xici is only a successor. A smart fox, he knows the existence of Lin Muqi, knows what he is looking for, and wrote the story of "The Tapir Bead" insinuatingly, trying to tell you everything he knows after a long time. Thinking about it this way, He might be a good father."

"You must be puzzled. What does the 'tapist bead' in the story correspond to in reality? Let me tell you, he can satisfy people's wishes, and can seduce people to make a contract with evil spirits willingly, even if it means paying with their lives. It's not a pity, it's Lin Xi's resignation."

Jun Ziyou's vision had begun to blur. He pressed his left wrist, which was nailed to the table, to control the flow of blood, but he couldn't control the blood loss because he couldn't exert force.

The blood flowed down the edge of the table and hit the bluestone board with a clear and ethereal sound.

Si Ye praised: "Listen, how pleasant it is."

"You really are a real bastard!"

"Thank you for the compliment." The other party smiled brightly, "But I still can't let you die so quickly. The torture should be done little by little, step by step. During the waiting period, I don't mind telling you more stories."

Si Ye took off his hair band, wrapped it around Jun Ziyou's unconscious left arm, and tightened it suddenly, causing cold sweat to roll down the man's neck.

He stroked the satin ribbon that he had cherished for many years approvingly, and stroked the delicate dark lines with his fingertips, deeply feeling that this luxurious black color matched the man's fair complexion perfectly, and it really matched.

"King Jin must have never told you, what things are missing from Lin Xici who is lying in the golden nanmu coffin, let me tell you, the mouth-pressing jade, the robe belt, the white jade finger, and the sealing of the coffin." Nails, and the least noticeable thing—a stroke of hair."

Jun Ziyou was startled: "Could this be..."

"That's right, after his death, a few acquaintances took one thing from him. Li Sansi took the pressed jade and gave it to Jun Sigui at that time, and he passed it on to Jun Sigui. I gave it to you. This is the robe belt. I have cherished it for many years and used it carefully for fear of being damaged. The white jade finger ring was taken by Qin Zhiyu. When King Jin went to Gusu, he was the one who took it Then it was sent to Li Ying, and the hair was sealed in the late emperor's coffin, and the coffin nails are now in your hands."

"Those wrench fingers..."

"I heard that at the Luhua Banquet, you set fire to the remains of Jingling and Lin Xici with your bow. I can't even get out of bed, I think when he was favored, he was able to accompany the late emperor to hunt and coax the emperor to his heart's content."

"Speaking of hunting..."

"Speaking of hunting, you have something to ask again. Why did Ye Suifeng choose such a strange way of death to withdraw from the public view? The reason is very simple. Since Lin Xici's death, the emperor's temperament has changed greatly, and the nature of hunting has also completely changed. Now, it’s not the animals but the criminals who are driven out in the hunting grounds, and it becomes a bloody life-and-death contest.”

Treating the living as prey to be slaughtered, releasing them from dark and deep cages, allowing them to see the light of day again, giving them new hope, and letting them die miserably in hope full of hope... What kind of mentality is it to be able to survive? Come up with such a cruel game.

Jun Ziyou's face became paler, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, his vision became more and more blurred, and he could no longer see the person in front of him clearly.

He shook his head, his eyes were clear, and he tried to move his nailed hand on the table, but he couldn't even move his fingers.

His body became more and more numb, and he couldn't even feel such pain.

Si Ye smiled softly: "Is there anything else you want to know, I will not be stingy with the truth, I will let you give yourself an explanation for your life during the last few quarters of your consciousness."

"Miao..." Pronunciation has also become difficult, even such a simple word is extremely difficult.

"Miaofajiao? It's actually an empty shell. It attracted a group of ignorant people who don't know the truth and don't want to face the reality. It's just a knife for killing people." Si Ye suddenly remembered something, "By the way, say At this point, I also want to ask you why I found this place, I thought you would come later, but now you have ruined all my plans."

"..." Junziyou took a long breath, "Jin..."

"Oh, it turned out to be the son of the useless shop owner, Jin Wancai, named Po. It's true, he's my student here, and it's inevitable that he can talk, but this trivial matter is not worth worrying about. I think in that case, apart from his attempt to inject wax oil into a living person to make a wax figure, you should have something else to ask me."

"He...the corpses in the darkroom of his house..."

"Tsk, first of all, he is a shopkeeper of longevity materials, so it's not surprising that there are some dead people around him. Secondly, although his collections are not very eye-catching, they are after all painstaking works. I hope you can respect other people's preferences and call them specimens."

Jun Ziyou's hand twitched slightly, and it happened that Si Ye saw a drop of sweat slipped to his Adam's apple, wiped it away with his fingertips, and brought it to his mouth to taste the salty taste.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful... I really want to taste the tears of a person like you. If it can make me happy physically and mentally, it must be the sweet and greasy taste of honey?"

"You in the end..."

"He imitated me, and he did not do very well. He only learned some superficial, three-quarter images. His stumps are not worth mentioning at all. The technique is extremely poor, and the sections are uneven. It’s really embarrassing. He soaked it in some kind of ointment, the permeability was extremely poor, and it froze when the weather was cold, making people sick when they saw it. I really want you to see my collection.”

As he spoke, Si Ye tapped the table three times with his fingers, and the boy who had sent the message just now was summoned, he held Jun Ziyou's arm, and was about to help him up.

While Si Ye pulled out the iron nail, Jun Ziyou saw the boy's face clearly. He clearly had no strength left, but he still managed to grab him and asked loudly, "Ah Bao! Why are you here? You and A'ba are not here. Did mother go back together?"

Jin Abao lowered his head, didn't say a word, and when Si Ye gave him a wink, he led him to the backyard.

Jun Ziyou drank the drug and lost consciousness. Even a child can manipulate him at will, and he has no power to fight back.

He still didn't give up, and asked again when Jin Abao pulled him: "Why, your mother is still waiting for you, why do you follow him to do this kind of thing...you are still so young..."

"Faith knows no age. The younger you are, the less sin you will bear and the more you will be pleasing to the gods. Is this reason enough?"

With his back turned to him, Si Ye smiled and said unreasonable words, then opened his arms and turned around slowly, as if to hug him.

"Then, welcome to my collection, and congratulations, you will soon be one of them."

The author has something to say: the sudden appearance of the old pervert, the contrast between Mr. Si is actually quite big.

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