Chapter 3 - Chapter 3 Shadow Criterion

"... I will remove all the parts of your body that don't look like her with my own hands. "Bo Jinshen's voice was very soft, but it was like countless cold needles, penetrating the eardrum and piercing Su Wan's cerebral cortex clearly at the root.The blood all over her body seemed to stop flowing at that moment.The world becomes a still, malicious black and white silent film.After he finished speaking, he never looked at her again.It was as if she was just an insignificant item that he had just given instructions to deal with.He turned around, spread his long legs, paced back to the huge desk, and sat down again.That wide back is hidden again at the junction of light and shadow, like an indifferent god, examining the purgatory he has created.He didn't say "go out" or "stay."He sat like that, announcing the beginning of her destiny with silence.Su Wan froze in place, not daring to move, not even breathing.She felt that her soul was being delayed inch by inch by the silent back.I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe a century.The heavy door of the study was pushed open silently.The figure of the housekeeper Uncle Chen appeared at the door, he still had that expressionless face, bowed slightly in the direction of the desk, and then turned his gaze to Su Wan, who was standing stiff like a sculpture.He motioned for her with his eyes and went out.Su Wan's limbs finally regained a trace of consciousness.She was like a puppet that had been programmed, mechanically, step by step, out of the study that was about to suffocate her.The moment she stepped out of the threshold, the door behind her was closed silently again.Isolated from that man's world.It also completely closed all her retreats to the past."Follow me."Uncle Chen's voice sounded in the empty corridor, with a hint of an unbelievable echo.He walked in front, his leather shoes stepping on the mirror-smooth obsidian floor, making a regular "thump, butt" sound.Su Wan lowered his head and followed behind him, like a prisoner who was about to be escorted to the execution ground.She didn't dare to look at the extremely luxurious decoration around her, nor did she dare to look at the priceless works of art on the wall.In this glorious cage, any beauty will only exacerbate her despair.They walked through the long corridor and took an elevator with an inner wall wrapped in black velvet to the second floor.Finally, Uncle Chen stopped in front of a pure white door.Instead of using the key, he pressed his finger against an extremely discreet fingerprint reader by the door.After a soft "tick", the door locked."Here, it's your room in the future."Uncle Chen pushed open the door and turned sideways to get out of the way.A strong and cold aroma instantly surged out from inside the door, wrapping Su Wan's whole person airtightly.It was the aroma of gardenia, pure, domineering, with an aggression that could not be refused, forcefully penetrating her nasal cavity and occupying her every breath.Su Wan's stomach was overturned, and he almost retched on the spot.She endured the discomfort and walked in.Then, she was stunned.This is also a bedroom that is too huge to be said.However, unlike the cold, hard, and oppressive black and gray tones of the entire mansion, here, it is a pure, almost dazzling white.White walls, white cashmere carpets, white European queen beds, white lace curtains...Everything is white, as pure as a dream that does not eat the fireworks of the world.But in this ultimate pure white, there is a strange and unpopular coldness.It is not like a room inhabited by living people, but more like a well-furnished ... Model room. In other words, it is an eternal residence for the deceased in a mausoleum.In the room, there is not a single personal item belonging to the owner.No photos, no books, no ornaments.Only the pervasive gardenia fragrance announces the existence of another woman."There are your clothes in the cloakroom. From today onwards, you can only wear the clothes prepared there. "Uncle Chen's voice broke the dead silence."The toiletries in the bathroom are also prepared for you, including perfume. Mr. asks that you must always maintain this taste. "He was referring to the gardenia fragrance that made Su Wanji nauseous."Remember, it's forever."Su Wan's nails sank deep into her palms, and she didn't speak.What to say?She is just a living specimen and has no qualifications to ask questions.Uncle Chen seemed satisfied with her silence, and he walked to the bedside table and picked up a brand new, unopened tablet.He handed the tablet to Su Wan."This is your most important 'job'."His tone was like handing over a torture instrument."All the principles of the gentleman are in this. All you need to do is learn, imitate, and become instinctive. ""Starting tomorrow, there will be assessments every day. Fail the assessment..."Uncle Chen didn't continue, but his sharp eyes had already explained all the consequences.He stuffed the tablet into Su Wan's cold hand, then turned around and added the last sentence with an expressionless face."Dinner will be brought to the door. My husband doesn't like to see works that are 'not progressing well' during meals. So, tonight, take care of yourself. "After saying that, he withdrew.The door "clicked" and was locked outside.The last trace of air belonging to the outside world was completely withdrawn.Su Wan held the cold tablet and stood in the center of the room blankly.In the huge bedroom, she was the only one left.No...There is another "person".The woman named Lu Qingyue, her smell, her preferences, her presence, like a ubiquitous ghost, filled every crevice in this space.Su Wan felt that she was about to suffocate.She walked to the big bed that was unbelievably soft and sat down.She trembled and pressed the power button on her tablet.The screen lit up, reflecting her own pale, panicked, bloodshot face.No complicated desktops, just a locked, non-exitable app.The icon of the program is a round of cold meniscus.There are four words below -[Moonlight Project]Su Wan's fingertips hung above the screen, and he didn't dare to drop them for a long time.She knew that once she clicked on it, her life would fall into a more specific and terrifying abyss.But, does she have a choice?Thinking of her father, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, which was full of Lu Qingyue's smell.She used all her strength to open the program.The interface is extremely simple, with only three huge folders, like three tombstones, side by side.First folder: [Image Library]Second folder: [Audio Library]Folder 3: [Code of Conduct]Su Wan's fingers opened the first folder uncontrollably.Inside, there are dense video files, organized according to the year and events.[Qingyue First Birthday Banquet][Qingyue, the first time you learn to walk][Qingyue, 8 years old, piano concert][Qingyue, 16 years old, National Dance Competition Gold Award]...She glanced at it cursoly, and the total file size exceeded the terrifying 200G.This is a woman's life, from birth to "death", which is fully recorded.Su Wan trembled and clicked on the top video.[Qingyue 18th Birthday Banquet]The video shakes slightly, and it was clearly hand-held.In the next second, a smiling face instantly occupied the entire screen.It was a girl in a white princess dress, standing under a bright crystal lamp, surrounded by everyone, smiling brightly and flamboyantly.Her eyebrows and eyes are really seven or eight points similar to Su Wan.But her eyes flashed with a confident and bright light that Su Wan had never had, raised by love and sunshine."Qingyue, make a wish!"Outside the picture, a young man's voice with a doting smile came from.The camera turned and aimed at the person who spoke.It's thin and deep.Eighteen-year-old Bo Jinshen.At that time, he did not have such a terrifying hostility as he is now, although he already had a cold outline in the future between his eyebrows and eyes, but when he looked at the girl, his eyes were full of unabashed tenderness and love that was enough to drown people.Lu Qingyue in the video winked playfully at him, then folded her hands, closed her eyes, and made a wish in front of the cake.After blowing out the candle, she opened her eyes and the first thing she did was to pick up a small piece of cream and wipe it on the tip of Bo Jinshen's nose with a smile.There was a lot of well-intentioned laughter around.And Bo Jinshen, the man who is now as cold as ice, just smiled helplessly and dotingly, letting her mess around."Snap."Su Wan turned off the video abruptly.She threw the tablet on the bed as if it were some kind of hot soldering iron.She curled up in the corner of the bed, holding her knees with her hands, burying her face deeply, her body trembling violently uncontrollably.Originally...It turned out that the devil had such gentle eyes.It's just that that kind of tenderness never belongs to her.The past does not belong, the present does not belong, and the future will never belong.The only value of her existence is to imitate the smiling girl in the video.Imitate her laughter, imitate her voice, imitate her every subtle expression...Until, completely erase yourself.Su Wan didn't know how long she cried until her tears dried up, leaving only a depressed, beast-like whimper in her throat.After a long time, she slowly raised her head.Outside the window, night has fallen.A cold crescent moon was hanging in the velvety night sky, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the cold light was sprinkled all over the pure white room.Su Wan looked at the moon, his eyes empty.Slowly, slowly, she crawled back to the bed and picked up the tablet she had thrown away.She clicked on the video again.In the picture, Lu Qingyue is still smiling.Su Wan looked at her, and slowly tugged at the corners of her mouth against the cold reflection of the screen.She worked hard to imitate the bright and bright smile that was exactly the same as in the video.However, the girl in the mirror reflection had a stiff and strange curvature at the corners of her mouth, and the way she smiled was even uglier than crying.In his eyes, there was a bottomless, dead darkness.