Click!
The sound of the lighter falling to the ground then suddenly extinguishing, followed by the noise from Quân.
'What the heck!?'
Quân clutched his body and was in so much pain that he let go of his hands to prop himself against the ground.
His gaze was flooded with tears, but those soulless eyes were just like someone from above looking at the decayed floor.
"What did you help with to know that?"
Ron spoke then took a step forward, standing right in front of Quân, his silhouette blurring in the darkness and being illuminated by the light of the brilliant flame dance.
"You are very good at observing, but not quite there yet, right?
Taking so long just to realize what you were doing, which detail was it? The cellular blood inside the clothes keeping it from leaking out? Severely infected wounds but only taking the span of your shower time to finish the job? Or the wound on your neck that you forgot about after finishing the shower?
Or is it this mansion? Or the book collection archived after a short time? Perhaps the conversation in the alley, or when eating goat meat? Is it the rain, or could it be the fact that I let you know my house?"
Quân was falling into a brain storm, completely unable to hear Ron's words, but the instinct prompting survival inside him kicked in and threw an uppercase hook toward Ron, but then he could not stand up, the uppercase hook could not achieve its main purpose.
Having received an unsuccessful attack, Quân tried to reconnect but he could not lift his feet up.
"The Achilles heel is a famous legend, it tells of an inherent weakness of an invincible person, it is also a lesson reminding of a weakness that few people notice in humans".
Ron spoke mechanically like a machine, he wiped his hand clean, and afterward pressed Quân's head down to the ground.
"You probably cannot hear what I am saying, but if you can still hear then let me tell you, the magic wood drug that I smeared onto my heel string has already invaded your brain ever since the moment in the alley.
Perhaps since that time you did not feel the pain due to the narcotic so you did not know. And it was right at the dark room that blinded the vision. You were also smart, the single moment you could have known was the bathroom soap while showering, but surely because after many days you finally got to shower along with a short trance, your mind was relaxed and you quickly put on clothes to walk out.
Ah, however in return, the magic potion helped you enhance your intellect for a short period, which is also breaking even."
Although talking like a close friend, Ron displayed an emotionless face, whispering like a fraud, and his young prey was the one struggling in despair.
"Actually to take revenge, I have continuously used narcotics and signs to find a suitable person, although no one possessed the intelligence I wanted, but higher up, you were the first person who did not open the door".
"Ha h ha, how could there be any free piece of cake, did you think everyone was stupid".
Quân glared punishingly at Ron, a few short branching seconds gradually passed and Quân's pupils dilated again as he fell into a coma.
"What now?"
Without waiting for Quân to wake up to answer, Ron picked Quân up and opened the door to step inside.
Whir whir~
A gentle wind swept away Ron's flame, causing it to suddenly extinguish.
Everything sank into darkness, a deathly silence nearby.
"It is truly sad that if you go out there too early now, you will soon die.
Why don't you... become my disciple instead".
"End of Part 1 Volume 1: The Compatriot.