Qin Zhizhi's breath was stagnant, and her scalp was numb when she was frightened by his words, she secretly bit the soft flesh of her inner jaw, suppressing her trembling body, "I don't believe that you gave up so much energy to tie me up, You don't want anything, just my life?"

"Since we don't know each other, it means that I haven't offended you, and you want my life, which makes no sense."

She can say with certainty that she does not know the person in front of her, and there is no such person in the book, but there is a person in the novel, so there must be a reason for his existence.

At this moment, Qin Zhizhi's brain was spinning rapidly, and he thought about several possibilities.

Is it possible that this person is related to the original owner, so she doesn't know.

It is also possible that these people she had offended came to seek revenge and wanted to kill her... So who is the person behind him?

Who would most want her to disappear from this world?

Ye Qingchen.

Bai Qinyun.

Apart from these two people, she couldn't think of a third person for the time being.

Qin Zhizhi suddenly looked at the man, "You said you knew me, you said I would become the most perfect one in your works... Then you are a professional killer?"

Ye Qingchen, Bai Qinyun hired a professional killer to kill her, it is not impossible.

But--

The man smiled, and a trace of disdain flashed in his dark eyes.

Qin Zhizhi suddenly shook his head: "No, professional killers won't talk to you like that. Although I have never been in contact with professional killers, I can guess that they are neat and tidy, and they will definitely not deal with their targets, and they will not bother to kidnap me. If you were a professional killer, the moment you touched me, you would immediately kill me and leave."

A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes quickly: "You guessed half right."

Qin Zhizhi: "What?"

The man said slowly: "It's not wrong to say that I am a killer. After all, there are not dozens of people who died in my hands, but there are more than a dozen."

Qin Zhizhi's heart is getting heavier and heavier, no wonder the smell of blood on this person is so heavy.

The man sat opposite her, sitting on the same chair under her ass, and looked over quietly: "I've been following you for a long time, but you probably didn't notice, oh, no, even the people around you have been protecting you. The bodyguards didn't even notice my existence."

Qin Zhizhi remained silent.

The man's eyes gradually became hot, and he looked at her as if he was looking at a beloved treasure. Qin Zhizhi's scalp was numb when he looked at her.

The man said, "You are the most perfect woman I have ever seen. Unlike the women who died in my hands in the past, you have many flaws. Even if you have no flaws, your personality makes me sick."

Qin Zhizhi caught the word sensitively once: "You mean you like me? I didn't make you feel sick."

Qin Zhizhi made it clear that this kind of liking is not a liking between men and women, but a person's liking for certain things. For example, architects like to design houses, actors like to play different roles, and dancers like to dance.

It is an obsessive love of things.

And the person beside her was obviously the kind of paranoid favorite, Qin Zhizhi noticed with every move, how crazy was this person?

When she looked into her eyes, it was like an addict looking at drugs.

When looking at her neck, the coveted look of a vampire finding precious blood.

The man smiled happily: "I do like you, but don't worry, I will be very serious this time, I will treat your work with care, and I will divide every perfect part of your body, piece by piece..."