The bad value system is measuring values.

Chapter 17 Kidnapping

Gu Jinghe's pale skin trembled, his crimson lips were tightly bound with tape, and his emerald green eyes revealed a heartbroken expression. His hands and feet were bound, and he looked like prey about to be slaughtered, weak and desperate.

Qiao Xiao: "Gu Jinghe, what's wrong?"

Tap tap tap, it's someone's footsteps, the sound getting louder and louder, the person getting closer and closer.

A pungent smell of blood gradually filled the air.

Gu Jinghe looked at Qiao Xiao with tears in his eyes, shaking his head desperately to signal her not to come closer.

The sound of footsteps disappeared, and he had reached the doorway.

Qiao Xiao quickly found a place to hide.

It's that crazy woman.

"Oh my, my Jinghe, you're finally mine."

Holding a bloodstained knife, her eyes were chillingly cold, and she smiled sinisterly, "Jinghe, from now on, you are mine."

As he spoke, he began to unbutton his clothes, his eyes filled with greed and desire.

Qiao Xiao gave a sarcastic smile and stepped forward. "Yours? Then what am I?"

The madwoman's face contorted, losing all ladylike composure, and she screamed with heart-wrenching agony, "It's you!"

Her voice exploded in the air, making Qiao Xiao's eardrums buzz.

Every word was like a hammer, relentlessly pounding on her ears.

Qiao Xiao couldn't help but frown. "Your voice is quite penetrating, it goes straight into my mind. It's really annoying, but soon, I won't have to hear your voice anymore."

Her eyes were filled with coldness. It was a chilling gaze, devoid of any pity or emotion.

The madwoman's body trembled uncontrollably, and her heart pounded as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

She recognized that look; it was the look of a murderer!

Crazy woman: "You're a murderer!"

Her hands were clenched into fists, sweat trickling down her forehead and soaking her clothes. Her lips were pale and bloodless, and her throat was dry, barely able to make a sound.

Qiao Xiao paused for a moment, then asked with interest, "The reason?"

Crazy woman: "I'm a psychiatrist, I've helped the police solve cases, I've seen the eyes of murderers, and it's you! That's it!"

Her legs felt as heavy as lead, making it difficult for her to move an inch. Her eyes were filled with fear.

Qiao Xiao's eyes were resolute, as if some irreversible force had been released. "Then all you've seen are the eyes of those who have killed people. Have you ever seen those eyes that are currently killing?"

Qiao Xiao's eyes became unusually focused, staring intently at her, as if she had already booked her next victim.

The madwoman saw the madness in Qiao Xiao's eyes—a perverse desire for killing.

Her entire body was in a state of high tension, every cell screaming to escape.

Unable to hold on any longer, the madwoman knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and pleaded, "Please spare me." She then dropped her knife on the ground.

Qiao Xiao glanced at the knife unintentionally, placed her hand in front of her, and said, "Give me the knife."

The crazy woman didn't think rationally about what would happen if she handed her a knife; she obediently followed Qiao Xiao's instructions.

Qiao Xiao weighed the knife in her hand and asked, "Where did the blood come from?"

The madwoman, not hearing her voice, would involuntarily tremble, stammering, "Yes, yes, yes..."

Qiao Xiao held the knife handle and gently patted her face with the back of the blade. "Sweetie, tell me, where did the blood come from?"

The crazy woman didn't dare to move: "It's Gu Yuan's!"

Qiao Xiao: "She's dead?"

Crazy woman: "No, she's lying in the bathroom right now."

Qiao Xiao: "You cut your blood?"