Inside Yang Qingxi's villa, Su Mo lay sprawled across the sofa in a posture that could only be described as a perfect balance between comfort and complete disregard for decorum. One arm dangled off the side, the other lazily holding his phone as his thumb moved across the screen without focus.
"I'm bored."
The words came out flat, devoid of emotion, as if boredom itself had become a chronic condition.
With his current state of mind, it might actually happen.
His thoughts wandered to Ye Chen.
'Sending him to the police… was that really the best choice?'
'How am I supposed to mess with him if he's rotting in jail?'
A pause.
'…Or should I mess with him in jail?'
His eyes narrowed slightly.
'I could manipulate a dead criminal. Turn him into a Corpse Puppet. Transfer my consciousness. Walk into prison myself…'
Another pause.
'Yeah. That's doable.'
Su Mo stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before dismissing the thought.
'Too troublesome.'
