Chapter 141: Yandere Special Skill, Knife-Pinning! Human Silhouette Tracing!

“Wan’er, you—you, don’t come any closer.”

Chen Luo’s voice trembled, revealing just how terrified he was at that moment.

Though he had spent a long time with Wen Wan and had witnessed her moments of psychotic episodes before, today her condition seemed far worse.

Moreover, the scene before him was truly horrifying.

Chen Luo was tied to the wall in a spread-eagle position, behind him a massive red panel, as blood-red as if stained with actual blood.

Looking around, it was clearly a basement—no, perhaps it was better described as a prison cell or a torture chamber.

Apart from the cold iron bars, various torture instruments and long iron chains were scattered all around.

Among these dreadful tools, in the center of the basement stood a wooden dummy, with a photograph pinned to its face.

It was unmistakably a picture of Tang Xiwei!

Wen Wan stepped forward toward the dummy, brandishing a rusty cleaver, which she swung fiercely.

“Bang!”

A deep slash marked the sturdy wooden torso. If that were truly Tang Xiwei...

“Darling! Why? Why do you still show a trace of melancholy for that woman?”

“Are you still thinking about her? Still unable to forget that scheming woman?”

Wen Wan struck the dummy’s arm with another blow, severing the thick wooden limb instantly.

“Clatter!”

The arm fell to the ground, rolling right in front of Chen Luo.

“Wan’er! Calm down! I’m not longing for that disgusting woman! I hate her to pieces!”

“The expression you saw had a reason... a reason!” Chen Luo trailed off, utterly at a loss for how to explain — he couldn’t very well say he had been reborn.

“Don’t explain! I won’t listen! You’re a liar!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Wen Wan suddenly screamed, the cleaver wildly hacking at the wooden figure.

Within less than a minute, the dummy was reduced to a battered torso, its head and limbs chopped off.

Seeing this, Chen Luo frowned deeply. This was the worst outbreak he had ever witnessed from Wan’er. If she wasn’t controlled soon, she might hurt herself.

Thinking this, Chen Luo noticed that the bindings on his wrists and ankles weren’t chains but layers of adhesive tape.

It seemed she hadn’t completely lost her senses—she must have feared that iron chains would cause him harm.

But to Wan’er, Chen Luo’s expression took on a different meaning.

“What’s the matter? You’re feeling pity? You must be feeling pity!”

“Clang!”

The cleaver slowly dropped from Wen Wan’s hand to the floor. She then pulled a gleaming long-handled boning knife from a nearby rack.

“Clack clack clack!”

Wen Wan clicked her high heels as she approached Chen Luo, the boning knife glinting coldly in her hand.

When she reached him, she covered the left side of her face with her left hand, tilting her head slightly, eyes wide open, a hint of madness curling the corner of her lips.

“Darling, do you know this is what I prepared just for you?”

“I thought I wouldn’t have to use it, but you’re so disobedient.”

“I really don’t want to hurt you. From the start, I planned that if you ever truly loved another, I’d break your legs and keep you here.”

“That way, one day, you’d surely come back to me, wouldn’t you?”

Wen Wan raised the boning knife high and plunged it down fiercely.

“Thud!”

The tip of the blade embedded less than an inch from Chen Luo’s ear, brushing a few strands of his hair.

Their faces were less than five centimeters apart; her warm breath brushed against his cheek.

A knife tap!

A signature move of the psychotic lover!

“Do you know? Darling, I love you so much!”

“I really can’t bear to hurt you, truly I can’t!”

“But why, why do you still think about her?”

“Thud!”

The boning knife was withdrawn and stabbed again, this time under Chen Luo’s left armpit, just two centimeters from his skin.

At that moment, Chen Luo’s eyes flickered with an idea. He deliberately shifted his gaze toward the wooden dummy behind him.

That glance—caught in Wan’er’s eyes—was like lighting a fuse on a powder keg!

“You’re still looking! How dare you look!”

Wen Wan’s eyes flashed with fierce light as she raised the boning knife, unleashing a furious storm of stabbing strikes toward Chen Luo.

“Thud thud thud!”

The knife strikes scattered, muffled thuds echoed, wood chips flying everywhere.

After a full minute, Wan’er staggered back, panting, though the sick smile never left her face.

Chen Luo turned his head and glanced around himself.

Among the scattered wood chips, he clearly saw a huge humanoid outline traced on the wooden panel behind him, resembling the chalk outlines drawn at crime scenes.

The lines were etched almost against his skin—a supreme form of body tracing!

It was truly a masterstroke!

However, his clothes were already tattered and torn, barely covering his body.

Wen Wan picked up the boning knife and licked the blade with her tongue.

“See? I told you I wouldn’t hurt you—I didn’t even break your skin.”

“Ha ha ha ha!”

Her manic laughter echoed through the basement. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the boning knife into a wooden board beside her.

Then she looked toward the knife rack, fixing her gaze on a katana.

“Darling, tell me, if I switch to another sword, do you think I’d still be this accurate?”

Just as Wen Wan turned toward the rack, Chen Luo suddenly jerked his head up and with both hands tore fiercely at the adhesive tape.

Rip!

The tape, weakened by the scratches from the boning knife, snapped immediately under his strength.

Chen Luo lunged at Wen Wan, catching her as he fell, protecting the back of her head with his hand.

“Thud!”

They hit the ground with a dull thump.

Wen Wan quickly recovered, struggling to get up, but Chen Luo held her firmly, despite her slaps.

“Let go of me!”

“Go hug your Tang Xiwei then!”

“You damn fool! You said you loved me the most! So why do you still show sadness for another woman?”

“I won’t allow it! I won’t allow you to have any feelings for any other woman!”

“Let go! Let me go now!”

Chen Luo realized her emotions were out of control. To truly calm her down, he needed a powerful remedy.

Suddenly lifting his head, he pressed a fierce kiss onto Wen Wan’s lips.

Sealing her raging psychotic impulse with a kiss.

The kiss was long—very long.

For over ten minutes, until Wen Wan stopped struggling, her gaze grew hazy, and her tense body softened.

Only then did Chen Luo slowly raise his head.

“Wan’er, now, can you listen to me?”

“The one I love most is you. The one I hate most is Tang Xiwei!”

“The melancholy you saw was for myself. I will explain everything to you now, okay?”

Looking down at her glazed eyes, Chen Luo tried to speak.

Unexpectedly, Wan’er’s hands wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him close to her chest, a flicker of madness in her eyes.

“After I finish venting... then you can explain to me!”