Chapter 10

Late at night.

Monica woke up and found herself lying on a single bed.

She sat up, her expression dazed.

The events of the night flashed through her mind like a slideshow.

The madman who attacked her and her companions for no reason, the desperate flight through the mountains, the dawn that appeared in the distance, and finally—

The calm and composed young man, and the horribly mutilated corpse.

As the images flickered in her mind, fear crept in, casting a shadow over her heart.

Even if she had escaped—

The shadow would likely remain rooted deep in her heart, haunting her for the rest of her life.

The room was very quiet.

A wall lamp hung not far from the bed, filling the room with soft yellow light.

In the silence, Monica slowly pulled herself out of her emotional state and tried to calm down.

At this moment, she should perhaps feel sad or angry, but more importantly, she should feel the joy of having escaped a life-threatening situation.

"Where am I...?"

After adjusting her mood, Monica finally had the presence of mind to look around the room.

It was a room of about 20 square meters, fully furnished with a wardrobe and a table, but nothing else particularly noticeable.

The first impression of the room was one of simplicity and cleanliness.

What caught Monica's attention was the bookshelf next to the window desk.

The bookshelf was filled with books, and the room's owner seemed to have carefully categorized them, arranging them by the color of their covers.

The uniform and orderly colors looked like a completed Rubik's cube, very pleasing to the eye.

Monica stared at the bookshelf.

This must be the young man's room.

"I... hmm?"

Monica suddenly noticed something and raised her arm in front of her face.

Her arm, which had been covered in scratches, had been properly treated and bandaged.

This was clearly the work of the young man.

Monica was speechless.

The thought of being scared unconscious by her savior made her feel embarrassed.

"Creak—"

The wooden door suddenly opened.

Moyu walked into the room and immediately saw Monica sitting up.

"You're awake."

"Thank you for saving me..."

Monica looked at Moyu, her voice hoarse and her face full of gratitude.

If it weren't for this young man who had saved her from the brink of death, she would have met the same fate as her companions at the hands of that demon.

"You don't need to thank me. After all, thanks to you, I obtained something important."

Moyu walked to the chair by the desk and slowly sat down.

Obtained... something important?

Monica was taken aback, not understanding what Moyu meant.

Moyu didn't care about Monica's reaction and didn't bother to explain. He suddenly took out an expensive-looking phone from his pocket.

This was obviously not his phone, but one he had taken from Monica's pocket while she was unconscious.

"Your phone."

Moyu carefully threw the phone to Monica, who caught it reflexively.

Seeing that she had caught the phone, Moyu continued, "After you fainted, I borrowed your phone without your permission. I hope you don't mind."

"How could I? I definitely don't mind..."

Monica clutched the phone tightly, nervously expressing her attitude towards Moyu's "borrowing" of the phone.

Then, she naturally thought that this old temple on the mountain might not have modern communication equipment, so the young man taking her phone was likely to call the police.

However, while Moyu didn't have a phone, the temple did have a landline.

Moyu had taken Monica's phone for two reasons: to check the identity of the man outside and to confirm whether Monica had called the police.

Monica didn't know this. She looked at the young man casually sitting in the chair and said softly, "You... uh, I still don't know your name."

"Moyu."

Moyu casually gave his name and then calmly said,

"About five hours have passed since you called the police. Although I don't know how long it will take for them to arrive, they should be here soon. Just wait here for the police to come."

"Huh?"

Monica was a bit confused.

Seeing Monica's reaction, Moyu explained, "I checked your call history and saw that you had called the police."

"Oh, I see."

Monica understood.

Her reaction was quick, and she immediately considered that the corpse outside might cause trouble for Moyu. She took a deep breath and stated her position,

"When the police arrive, I will testify on your behalf as a witness and ensure that I don't cause you any trouble."

After escaping danger and calming down, this woman showed a completely different demeanor from before.

Moyu looked at Monica with some surprise and shook his head, "There's no need for that."

"Huh?"

Monica's pupils dilated slightly, instantly imagining that Moyu had disposed of the body while she was unconscious.

This was enough to show that Moyu was the type who disliked trouble.

She had originally planned to offer a "large donation" to exempt Moyu from the obligation to cooperate with the investigation, but now it seemed...

"I understand."

Monica forced herself to remain calm, "When the police arrive, I will tell them that the attacker has fled."

"..."

Moyu looked at Monica in silence, understanding that she probably thought he had disposed of the body.

However, Monica's words and actions were somewhat unexpected, and she seemed like a different person compared to her initial state.

"Still, there's no need for that. Besides, the body is still outside."

Moyu shook his head, firmly rejecting Monica's suggestion.

His response left Monica somewhat puzzled.

Moyu adjusted his posture slightly and said in a calm tone, "In existing medical cases, there is a type called a 'murder addict.' The man outside is most likely a classic example of a murder addict."

"Huh?! I've never heard of such a medical case..."

Monica's eyes widened in surprise.

"To put it simply, they ignore laws and regulations, are addicted to killing, and show no regard for life."

Moyu lowered his eyelids.

There was actually a phenomenon he hadn't explained.

"Intent"...

While bringing extraordinary power, it also subtly amplifies the good or evil in human nature and more clearly highlights various strengths and weaknesses in one's character.

In fact, after awakening his "intent," Moyu had vaguely felt some changes in himself.

However, he didn't consider this a bad thing.

A murder addict who had awakened "intent" was, for society, the most troublesome and problematic existence.

"Just think about it. How could a monster who acts so recklessly have a normal identity? So, I used your phone to check the information on wanted criminals, and it took some time to narrow down the possibilities."

"So, that means...?"

Monica began to understand.

"Exactly."

Moyu nodded and said calmly, "The man outside is a wanted criminal. When the police arrive, they will... hmm?"

He stopped mid-sentence.

Moyu's eyes changed slightly, and he quickly grabbed a pencil from the desk and threw it.

Swish—

The pencil sliced through the air and hit the wall lamp switch.

Click.

The room instantly plunged into darkness.

"Someone's here, not the police. Be quiet."

Then, Moyu used the shortest possible words to make Monica swallow the words that were about to come out of her mouth.