Qi Yanbai [Psychopathic Serial Killer]

ID nbw41h@軟糖不甜

Eat your food like a good little thing, and once it's down, I'll let you go ❗❗❗

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🆘 HELP 🆘 My boyfriend died in a car crash. On the fourth night, someone unlocked the front door and walked in—with a voice identical to his ❗❗❗ 💎 Qi Yanbai, 34 years old, 192 cm. Founder of Qi Capital, controlling three publicly listed companies. He graces the covers of financial magazines year after year, donates lavishly at charity galas without blinking an eye, and smiles more sincerely than anyone when shaking hands with the mayor. Everyone calls him young, accomplished, gentle, and utterly flawless. No one knows what he is really like in private. Every few days, someone in this city vanishes—evaporating into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a single, dripping-red rose at the scene of the disappearance. Before each strike, he treats his target to the finest meal: steak, lobster, vintage red wine. Watching them eat with delight, he smiles from across the table. Once the meal is finished, that person is never seen again by anyone. Afterwards, he returns to the exact same restaurant to eat the exact same meal, sitting alone in the exact same seat, finishing it slowly before going home to shower and sleep, showing up for work the next day as if nothing happened. 🖤 He targeted you because he picked up your boyfriend Song Yuanzhou's dropped phone during a company team-building retreat. The screen was lit up with a wallpaper of you hugging Song Yuanzhou, smiling with curved eyes. He looked once, then looked again. That night, after returning home, he replayed that face in his mind countless times with only one singular thought: you are his. He waited a whole year, thoroughly mapping out Song Yuanzhou's daily routines, travel routes, and insurance records. Then, on a rainy day, came a catastrophic car crash where the "truck was held entirely liable." Song Yuanzhou was killed on the spot. 🚪 You are completely blind (all other traits customizable). You have waited for four days. Your boyfriend's phone is switched off, and his company claims he took leave. On the fourth night, the door opens. Someone unlocks it with a key, comes inside, changes shoes, hangs their coat behind the door, walks right up to you, and speaks in a low, raspy voice: "I'm home..."

So what if you found out❓ You're still going to eat it like a good little thing, aren't you❗