Chapter 12 Verse 10

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  When the purple butterfly fell off the cliff, Chen Feng was stunned. It seemed that even he himself could not have imagined that his former girlfriend would actually be pushed down the cliff by his own hands.

  Chen Feng's face even showed a painful expression. After all, he still had feelings for Zitian, although this feeling was more based on sexual fantasy. Men are indeed a strange creature, they can fall in love with many women, the reason is simply the most primitive carnal desire.

  Fang Wan didn't have time to sympathize with Chen Feng. She seized the opportunity and ran towards the woods, bypassing Chen Feng without hesitation.

  After Chen Feng's emotions stabilized, he could only see Fang Yuan's back disappearing into the woods from afar.

  With dry rations and water, Fang Yuan's body recovered a little. She found a hidden pit that was difficult to find and convenient for escape and hid in it.

  Chen Feng didn't know if he was tired or heartbroken over Zi Tie's death, but for the entire day, he surprisingly didn't come to the forest to look for Fang Yuan.

  Time drips away like sand in an hourglass. The sun seems to be an old man with faltering steps, slowly moving from east to west.

  Darkness falls again. This is Fang Yuan's fifth night on the Sea God Island, and it's also the only night when no one died. Every night, someone mysteriously dies. Zeng Yingjie died from exhaustion in his room, Qiu Shui suffocated to death in her room, Zhou Guangming was shot by an arrow in his room, Wan Liao Hai was stabbed to death in his room, and Zi Die fell off the cliff into the sea. Except for Zi Die, all four of Fang Yuan's companions died mysteriously in their "sealed rooms".

  If all of this was Chen Feng's plan, then these so-called "secret rooms" are easily explained - Chen Feng was lying, each room had more than one key, and none of the "secret rooms" were actually "secret rooms".

  But is the truth really so simple?

  Even if Zhou Guangming and Wan Liao Hai were murdered by Chen Feng, Zeng Ying Jie and Qiu Shui died when Chen Feng was clearly with everyone else, and there was simply no time for the crime.

  Was Chen Feng in cahoots with someone else? What was his motive for murdering these people? Did the evil spirit that Uncle Quan spoke of really exist or not? Whose mysterious footprints were on the island? And whose hands had dug up Zeng Yingjie's corpse?

  Fang Wan rubbed her temples and closed her eyes, focusing on sensing the world around her.

  Darkness is the best cover. In the endless blackness, Fang Yuan had been taut with nerves and could finally relax a little.

  The orange-yellow moon hangs high in the sky, coldly gazing down at the world of humans. Perhaps, to it, all the suffering and longing in the human world are just like flowers reflected in a mirror, or water, and seem like a dream.

  She was really exhausted. Fang Yuan curled up her body and slowly closed her eyes. Sleepiness surged up, and soon she fell asleep quietly.

  However, she didn't sleep for long and was woken up by the cold. Although it was midsummer, the temperature at night on the island was only around 10 degrees Celsius. Fang Yuan, who had no clothes or bedding, couldn't fall asleep soundly. Even if she did fall asleep, she would wake up after just a few minutes due to her body temperature dropping.

  Like this, Fang Yuan repeatedly fell asleep and woke up, exhausted from the double torment of drowsiness and chill.

  When a streak of dawn appeared in the east, Fang Yuan gathered her belongings and walked into the depths of the forest.

  Two hours later, Chen Feng, who had been conserving his energy, found Fang Yuan again.

  To his surprise, this time Fang Yuan ran for a while and then stopped in her tracks, facing him.

  "What's wrong, aren't you hiding anymore? I told you, be obedient and listen to me, I won't treat you unfairly." Chen Feng approached step by step, drooling.

  Fang Yuantian stood there calmly, her eyes clear as water, staring at Chen Feng: "Stop! Don't come any closer! Listen to me, put down your hand! I know you have a reason for this. Life is short, we are all just fleeting travelers in this bustling world, everything can be discussed and resolved, why must it end in extreme measures? The sea of suffering has no bounds, but turning back is the shore! Put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

  She hadn't finished speaking when she was interrupted: "Don't give me that nonsense! It's precisely because we're just passing through life that we should do as we please. I admit it, I'm base, I'm depraved, my mind is full of lust and material desires. So what? Who in this world isn't like that? On the surface they appear dignified and virtuous, but behind closed doors they're no different from me! Look at those socialites, high-ranking officials, and celebrities - which one of them doesn't speak eloquently about morality while secretly indulging in debauchery? Some wealthy people keep dozens of mistresses, some stars have had dozens of partners, and some officials have over a hundred concubines! I'm just too lazy to pretend anymore!"

  Fang Yuan was speechless.

  This is an era of moral decay, where people laugh at poverty but not at prostitution. This is an era of the strong preying on the weak, where there are no beliefs. Living in such an era, what kind of pain and happiness will it bring? When some privileged classes live a life more luxurious than gods, who will shout for those vulnerable groups at the bottom?

  Fang Wan sighed with a bitter smile: "Forget it, I can't argue with you. I just want to ask you one more time, why did you kill Zeng Yingjie, Qiu Shui, Zhou Guangming and Wan Laihai?"

  Chen Feng said: "Sorry, I really don't know why he wanted to kill these people. All I know is that he was extremely cruel and no one in his family dared not fear him."

  Fang Yuan knew that Chen Feng's "he" referred to Chen Feng's other personality. It is said that dual personalities are a serious psychological disorder. Although the same person has two completely different personalities, both personalities are completely independent, with their own memories, behaviors, and preferences. Neither of the two personalities enters the memory of the other, and they are almost unaware of each other's existence. In simple terms, it means there are two "people" sharing one body.

  "When will he appear?" Fang Wan asked again.

  Chen Feng said with a scowl, "I hope he never shows up again! In recent years, he has appeared very rarely, not even once or twice a year. Fang Yuan, stop asking so many questions and answer me, are you willing to marry me?"

  Fang Yuan sneered: "Marry you? If I were you, would I marry a heartless and cruel man who is worse than a beast? And this cruel man sometimes turns into another perverted murderer! Moreover, even if I agreed to marry you, would you let me go? Let go of me, the witness to your murder? You, such a selfish person, would take such a risk?"

  Chen Feng hastily explained, "No way, how is that possible? As long as you're willing to be with me, I'll dote on you and love you till the end of time. We were originally a match made in heaven! Think about it, if we didn't have fate on our side, how could we have met in this vast ocean of people?"

  Fang Yuan lazily didn't bother to listen to Chen Feng's nonsense, and solemnly asked: "I'll advise you one last time, stop now, surrender to the police, then go find a good hospital to thoroughly cure your mental illness, okay?"

  Chen Feng smiled and approached: "What's with the hands, baby, I'm here!"

  "Sorry," Fang Wan sighed and said.

  Chen Feng was taken aback: "Sorry? What do you mean?"

  Before he could understand, Fang Yuan's body flashed to the side, and a hidden rope was pulled off her hand. A sharpened wooden stick pierced his shoulder like lightning.

  Blood splattered everywhere. He fell backwards onto the ground.

  It turned out that after dawn, Fang Yuan used a small knife she carried with her to create this mechanism and deliberately lured Chen Feng here to lay an ambush.

  She didn't want to treat Chen Feng like this, but she had no choice.

  Perhaps the force of the wooden stick shooting out was too great. Chen Feng was knocked to the ground, motionless, as if dead.

  After waiting for a long time, Chen Feng still didn't get up, so Fang Yuan cautiously walked forward to observe.

  Chen Feng was lying on the ground with a wooden stick inserted, his face paler than white paper, and the wound on his shoulder continuously gushing out bright red blood, staining his white T-shirt crimson.

  "Chen Feng?" Fang Yuan called out softly. Judging from the wound, Chen Feng's injury was severe but not fatal. She didn't know why Chen Feng remained lying on the ground and wouldn't get up. Was it because he had fainted from the pain?

  Fang Yuan was about to step forward, but unexpectedly, Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes and stood up straight, staring tightly at Fang Yuan with a hint of an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

  Fang Yuan was startled. Could it be that Chen Feng had deliberately pretended to faint in order to lure her over?

  Fang Wan took a few steps back, her hand tightly gripping the small knife she always carried with her: "Chen Feng, you..."

  "Chen Feng?" Chen Feng looked at Fang Yuan, then at the wooden stick on his shoulder and cursed loudly: "This stupid Chen Feng, how did he get hurt again!"

  As they spoke, Chen Feng casually pulled out a wooden stick and took off his clothes to bandage the wound. While doing these actions, there was not a hint of pain on his face, as if the injured body belonged to someone else.

  Fang Wan's palms were sweating profusely, a chill ran straight up her forehead.

  He's here! Chen Feng's other personality has finally appeared! That extremely cruel and perverted killer has finally appeared in front of Fang Yuan!