From a young age, teachers, parents, and classroom television all tell everyone through text, sound, and images that Zone E is a depraved place that living people should stay away from.
Indeed, no one has ever hidden anything from this.
Yi Heye asked, "...Then why won't you let me go?"
Jian Yunxian countered, "If you know perfectly well that you won't find the answers you're looking for there, why go to a place like that?"
"I……"
“You need to understand that this trip is destined to be a complete waste of time and effort, and you will also be carrying enormous risks,” Jian Yunxian said. “You know, according to the existing regulations, if you go to Zone E on your own, it is very likely that you will never come back.”
Yi Heye held his breath.
Although he knew the rules and regulations by heart, he had never truly felt that he would never be able to return.
He felt that he had the Bureau backing him up and there was no way they wouldn't let him come back. Besides, if even a low-level robot could successfully escape, why couldn't he?
But looking into Jian Yunxian's cold eyes, Yi Heye belatedly realized that he had been simplistic in his thinking.
“There’s nothing there that you’re looking for, darling.” Jian Yunxian looked at him, leaned down, and poked his chest with her finger. “Stop being so curious. You wouldn’t have enough lives to play around like this.”
Yi Heye was so ashamed and indignant that he tried to bite Jian Yunxian's finger again, but Jian Yunxian simply flicked his forehead, immediately extinguishing the guy's sharp tooth attack.
Yi Heye couldn't resist and could only lower his head—he admitted that he was somewhat persuaded by Jian Yunxian. After all, he wasn't sure if there was anything suspicious behind that high wall, but once he crossed it, the risks he would face would be very real.
Despite some resentment, waiting and seeing seems to be the best option at present.
Yi Heye thought to himself that he could continue to pay attention to the situation there and take action when more evidence or clues appeared.
So let's put this circumvention plan on hold for now.
Yi Heye raised his head, the resistance in his eyes had disappeared, and he said seriously, "I've come to terms with it."
Jian Yunxian seemed prepared for a stubborn resistance from the other side, never expecting him to change his mind so quickly. All the persuasive arguments he had prepared suddenly became useless: "...You've changed your mind?"
“Hmm.” Yi Heye nodded. “You’re right. I was indeed impulsive. Thinking about it now, it seems that it really wasn’t necessary.”
Jian Yunxian looked at him incredulously, then became wary: "Are you lying to me again?"
Because of his previous breach of trust, Yi Heye is no longer trustworthy to Jian Yunxian.
But Yi Heye didn't think he had done anything wrong. Seeing the real person's dawdling and hesitating, his last bit of good temper had run out, and he cursed, "Believe it or not! Let the fuck go!"
This is the familiar look. Jian Yunxian finally felt relieved to see that the guy had returned to normal, believing that he had truly come to terms with things.
However, he did not rush to make a move, but smiled slightly and said, "Let go? Sure, but not now."
Yi Heye thought it was over, but when he heard Jian Yunxian's words, An'an suddenly felt something was wrong.
He raised his head warily. At that moment, Jian Yunxian's gaze slowly moved down his face, and when it landed on his collarbone, Yi Heye seemed to hear his heart skip a beat.
"Now, I'd like to discuss some other issues with you."
As Jian Yunxian spoke, she reached out and unbuttoned his collar, starting from the top and unbuttoning each button one by one until she reached his chest. Then she reached out and pulled the left side of his collar down to his shoulder.
The two black nails on her collarbone were suddenly exposed to the air, like a pair of bewildered and helpless eyes.
Jian Yunxian's fingers traced along his jawline, slowly brushing across his neck, Adam's apple, and finally landing on his collarbone, stopping at the two nails. Yi Heye couldn't help but shiver.
"There are two nails here, taking the spot I wanted. What should I do...?"
As Jian Yunxian spoke, he opened the drawer behind him. Yi Heye couldn't see what was inside from his angle, but he could see that Jian Yunxian was putting on a pair of latex gloves.
Then, a flash of cold light appeared, and Yi Heye watched as he took out a delicate and small, but very sharp-looking, dagger.
"How about we carve something to cover it up?" Jian Yun chuckled.
Chapter 139 (Number 139)
Yi Heye saw the knife in his hand and looked up at his eyes in disbelief.
Is that what he thinks? Is this guy fucking insane?!
At this moment, Yi Heye felt as if the exposed part of his shoulder was being ignited by this guy's gaze, almost burning him.
Jian Yunxian gently traced a circle with the tip of his knife on Yi Heye's collarbone, the cold blade sending a chill down Yi Heye's spine. "You know that shepherds leave unique marks on their sheep to tell others who owns them."
……Owner?
Jian Yunxian's words left Yi Heye's mind in a whirl, but he didn't want to show his confusion, so he could only grit his teeth and not show any fear on his face.
Jian Yunxian gently poked Yi Heye's skin. There was no bleeding, but the obvious stinging pain still made him nervous: "What should we do now?"
Yi Heye was annoyed by the stinging sensations, but undeniably, he was also excited by Jian Yunxian's words.
He sneered and said through gritted teeth, "Don't flatter yourself. I have nothing to do with you, and what I do is none of your business."
Yi Heye's provocation was very successful, or rather, too successful. As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt Jian Yunxian's aura drop instantly, as if he was about to be torn to pieces.
"Is that so?" Jian Yunxian sneered, pinching Yi Heye's chin with one hand. This time, he didn't control his strength, and the action of suppressing his anger made Yi Heye feel a pain. "Then let's leave something behind to prove it today."
"hiss……"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Heye felt a sharp pain in his left chest. He gasped and was prepared to bleed, but he found that the guy had controlled his strength and stopped just in time to pierce his skin.
The feeling of being scratched through a boot made Yi Heye a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously bit his lip, but Jian Yunxian caught his expression: "Hmm? Looks like you're looking forward to it."
With his secret thoughts exposed, Yi Heye's ears turned red. He looked at Jian Yunxian's hand holding the knife, controlled his breathing, and dared not speak.
"Don't worry, sir." Jian Yunxian turned around and took out a bottle of alcohol from the drawer, using a sponge to pick up a cotton ball and wet it. "If you don't disinfect properly, the subsequent inflammation can be very uncomfortable."
The next second, the cold alcohol touched his skin. The huge temperature difference made Yi Heye groan softly. Then he felt a little ashamed and swallowed the rest of the sound back down.
The guy was wearing gloves and holding a sponge forceps, making him look like a doctor. But given the eerie and terrifying atmosphere, Yi Heye was more inclined to believe he was a deranged killer who wanted to dissect himself.
"How about I carve a little sheep on it for you?" Jian Yunxian said. "So that everyone knows that you were kidnapped by your beloved rival, and that he even left his signature on your collarbone, so that every time you look in the mirror, you'll remember who your master is."
Stop talking... Yi Heye's mind was filled with "little lamb" and "master". The cool cotton ball was wiping his collarbone. Yi Heye was ticklish to begin with, and now he only felt a shiver running through his body and difficulty breathing.
"What should we do with these two nails?" Jian Yunxian wasn't just talking to herself, but also asking Yi Heye, "Won't pulling them out leave scars?"
When Yi He heard that he was going to pull out the nail, he almost blurted out, "No...don't."
Because the guy's light but firm pressure made Yi Heye feel so itchy that he almost collapsed, the sentence that should have been a strong rebuke came out as a completely soft plea that was both reluctant and welcoming.
The tone sounded quite misleading.
This rare, soft plea made Jian Yunxian's gaze darken again. Clearly, he had little resistance to such a voice, but he was equally dissatisfied with Jian Yunxian's stubborn attitude.
So Jian Yunxian gave him an ultimatum: "Who told you to hit him?"
Yi Heye snapped out of his daze, gave a cold laugh, but before he could utter another provocative word, a sharp pain forced him to swallow it back.
"……grass!"
Yi Heye looked down and found that the tip of the knife had already pierced his skin, and a small bead of blood was condensing out from the cut—this guy really used a knife.
Yi Heye's mind was buzzing, but his body trembled uncontrollably at the slight pain.
"Don't be afraid, Mr. Yi. You're affecting my performance." Jian Yunxian wiped the bloodstains clean with a cotton ball while whispering in his ear, "It's like a tattoo. It hurts a lot, but it will pass quickly."
Yi Heye gritted his teeth, his mind filled with only the words "it hurts so much," and his whole body trembled even more violently.
Seeing Yi Heye trembling like a sieve in front of him, Jian Yunxian had to temporarily stop what he was doing, glanced at him up and down, and suddenly laughed out loud as if he had discovered something.
"So you weren't scared after all." Jian Yunxian's voice echoed in Yi Heye's mind like a devil's. "I never expected someone could be this twisted."
Upon hearing this, Yi Heye's sense of shame almost shattered completely inside him, along with his back teeth.
He knew where Jian Yunxian was looking. Jian Yunxian was right; he was a freak. After that stab, he became excited without any restraint.
Yi Heye closed his eyes tightly as if trying to escape, but just then the second knife stabbed down. In the pitch blackness of his closed eyes, this sensation was magnified several times over. At this moment, the perfectly timed pain rippled through his mind like a firework.
"Um……"
Yi Heye couldn't help but groan, the sound escaping from his nasal cavity, utterly shattering his dignity.
Damn it, damn it.
The knife this guy chose was very small and delicate. The feeling of it sticking into his body was not much different from that of a needle. Rather than being a form of torture or harm, it was a different kind of ultimate enjoyment for someone like Yi Heye who had a penchant for the unique.
As Yi Heye's consciousness drifted, Jian Yunxian's question rang out again: "What should we do with these two nails?"
Yi Heye was genuinely afraid that he would pull out the nail in no time. After a tingling, stinging pain, he mumbled, "...eyes, eyes."
Jian Yunxian paused for a moment, then glanced at the pair of nails and laughed: "Used as eyes? You're something else."
The more reluctant Yi Heye was to remove them, the more annoyed Jian Yunxian became. However, he didn't simply get rid of the two eyesores; instead, he followed Yi Heye's instructions and determined the direction of the lines—
Those two nails are indeed quite suitable for the lamb's eyes.
The little sheep drawn by Jian Yunxian is the simple line drawing avatar that SHEEP uses on social media. The lines are simple, but it is highly recognizable.
Even with his eyes closed, Yi Heye could feel the way the carver meticulously crafted fluffy wool and rounded horns, and he could sense the shape gradually taking form above his heart—
His arch-nemesis had his signature carved on his body.
For a normal person, carving a sheep by hand would be a slightly painful ordeal, but for someone like Yi Heye with such a peculiar hobby, it was a long and pleasurable journey.
At first, he tried to silently recite the Heart Sutra in his mind in order to purify his mind and reduce his desires, but when he found that this physiological instinct formed over a long period of time was something that human will could not overcome, he completely let himself do whatever he wanted.
When he tilted his head back, his eyes red, and took a deep breath, he knew that things were already out of his control. So when Jian Yunxian's knee pressed against his erect penis, all he could think of was the phrase, "What's coming will always come."
But he underestimated the stimulation that the dual pleasure would provide.
He didn't know how Jian Yunxian could move his legs so recklessly while keeping his hands as steady as a rock. He only knew that this guy was deliberately luring him along, always managing to escape unscathed just before he was about to have his way.
High tide, low tide, high tide...
After a few knee strikes, Yi Heye, who had already lost all willpower, could no longer hold on.
He tilted his head back in frustration, his eyes were wet, and he was spitting out a string of curses. When Jian Yunxian heard him cursing, she punished him by kissing his lips, not letting him finish cursing.
At first, Yi Heye was still thinking of retaliating against him, but in the end, he was completely thrown off his rhythm by Jian Yunxian, so he gave up and raised his head to accept his kiss.
Jian Yunxian had loosened the ropes on his legs at some point, and Yi Heye gained limited freedom. His first action was not to take the opportunity to break free, but to actively embrace the situation and climb towards the peak that he had never reached.
But this time he still didn't get his wish. Jian Yunxian quickly threw him, with his hands cuffed, onto the bed in the room, not letting him touch him, and resolutely refusing to touch him either.
At this moment, Yi Heye was almost in tears. He lay on his back, his legs kicking wildly and helplessly: "...Damn it, fuck!"
Seeing Yi Heye, who was still cursing despite being delirious, Jian Yunxian pressed down on his shoulder without hesitation, the tip of the knife in his hand hovering just before the last stroke.
Jian Yunxian leaned down: "Who told you to nail it?"