Seth’s memory was not mistaken. After driving along the small road for another ten minutes or so, a dilapidated abandoned factory appeared before them.

He parked the car and turned off the engine.

He glanced at the pale-faced young man beside him and said succinctly, “Get out.”

The tie had already been thrown aside by him. After a simple meal just now, he had not continued to bind the young man.

Seth would never admit that this was him being soft-hearted. He just thought that for such a frail prey, there was no need to go to great lengths.

It matches.
It all matches what I imagined.
An abandoned factory, a perverted serial killer…

Fang Chen’s face was drained of all color, his whole body trembling with cold. All sorts of bloody scenes kept flashing in his mind. He gritted his teeth, wishing he could just pass out right now.

The man had already gotten out of the car. He looked at him expressionlessly through the car window, as if silently urging him.

In the quiet car, it seemed he could hear his own heartbeat, thumping—thump, thump, thump—one after another, almost about to jump out of his throat.

Fang Chen could hardly breathe. His throat was dry and raspy. He swallowed with difficulty, but only felt a bitter taste spreading in his mouth.

He reached out a trembling hand to open the car door. The moment his foot stepped out onto the ground, his legs suddenly went weak, and he almost fell.

Fortunately, a pair of large hands reached out and firmly pulled him up. The man’s low voice sounded from above his head, “Can’t even stand steady?”

Fang Chen was dizzy. He looked up and met the man’s gray-blue eyes, which were looking at him indifferently.

Before he could speak, in the next second, his body was suddenly lifted into the air. The man had actually picked him up.

Fang Chen was startled. His body reacted instinctively, and he tightly gripped the man’s clothes, afraid of falling. “What are you doing?”

“By the time you dawdle your way in, the heavy rain will be here.”

The man held Fang Chen as if he were a small toy, easily striding forward. In contrast, Fang Chen was so nervous his whole body was tense, his palms sweating.

Just as they walked into the factory, a sudden clap of thunder sounded outside. Fang Chen was unprepared and was startled. His body trembled, and he subconsciously gripped the man’s clothes even tighter.

Seth glanced down at him but said nothing.

Why is he even afraid of thunder?

Seth, who had practically grown up in a boxing ring, couldn’t quite understand how someone could be so delicate and timid, and also so thin. He held the person as if he felt no weight at all.

Fang Chen watched from a distance as the night sky was torn open by a flash of lightning, followed by a torrential downpour.

It really is raining.

He was stunned for a moment.

So the man brought him here just to take shelter from the rain?

While he was in a daze, the man had already carried him inside, found an empty space, and said faintly, “Are you going to hold me like this all night?”

Only then did Fang Chen come back to his senses and realize that the man had already let go, and it was he who was still tightly clinging to the man’s clothes.

He immediately got off the man in a fluster.

Thinking back to just now, when he was being held by the man, his body was pressed against the man’s chest, which was hard and solid. He didn’t know how many muscles there were.

Fang Chen thought worriedly.
He’s not thinking of using me as a punching bag, is he?

“It’s pouring tonight. The car can’t be driven. We’ll have to stay here for the night,” the man said faintly. “I won’t tie you up, but you’d better be a little more obedient.”

Hearing this, Fang Chen immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. The ears on his head also swayed along with him.

The man looked at him for two more seconds, then casually sat down on the side, leaned lazily against the wall, crossed his arms, and slightly closed his eyes.

Fang Chen didn’t dare to breathe loudly. It wasn’t until he saw the man seemed to be asleep that he let out a small sigh of relief. He deliberated for a long time and chose a spot far away from the man to sit down.

But no matter how he sat, it was uncomfortable. Fang Chen twisted and turned to adjust his position, reaching behind him to pull at the tail.

So many thrilling things had happened within a few hours that Fang Chen hadn’t had time to notice he was still wearing this little lamb costume.

Wearing it was one thing, but the annoying part was the tail on the back. It was fine when he was curled up in the sports car, but sitting on a flat surface like this, the feeling of a foreign object was very strong.

He pulled at the tail several times but couldn’t get it off. Suddenly, he heard the man speak coldly, “Does your butt hurt? Can’t sit down?”

Fang Chen jerked his head over, only to find that the man had opened his eyes at some point and was staring at him with a dark gaze.

“No, it’s not,” Fang Chen said in a small voice. “There’s a tail on the back of my pants. It’s uncomfortable to sit on.”

The man looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly stood up and walked over. He stood in front of Fang Chen, looking down at him from a high position. “Turn around, let me see.”

Fang Chen pursed his lips and turned around awkwardly, his back to the man.

The next second, his body suddenly stiffened.

The man’s large hand rested on his waist. Through a layer of cloth, Fang Chen felt as if he could feel the heat there.

Then his pants were pulled up a little; the tail was being pulled up.

Fang Chen’s heart was in his throat. He regretted it a little, feeling that he shouldn’t have been so fussy. As a kidnapped prey, about to die, he was still so fussy. What if he angered the man?

All sorts of wild thoughts filled his head. But the next second, the man’s hand withdrew, his voice faint, “Alright.”

Using a small knife to cut the tail off the pants, Seth held a ball of fur in his hand. He paused for two seconds, then nonchalantly tucked the little lamb tail into his pocket.

Fang Chen turned back, hesitated for a moment, and whispered a thank you.

Thanking a kidnapper, it always felt strange.

But from the man’s appearance, it seemed he had accepted the thanks with complete understanding.

The air around them fell silent again.

The rain outside was still pouring down. The factory was a tin-roofed building, and the sound of raindrops hitting it was very loud.

Fang Chen shivered and silently hugged his legs, sitting in a corner.

But the man next to him was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly got up and walked out.

Fang Chen was stunned.

It’s raining so heavily outside. What is he going out for?

But at the same time, Fang Chen’s heart started to beat a little faster. The man is gone. Can I take this opportunity to escape?

Fang Chen quickly stood up and looked around. He wanted to find something that could be used as a weapon, so that if he ran into the man while escaping, he could defend himself!

He hadn’t had a chance to look around this abandoned factory carefully since he came in. It looked like it might have been a textile factory before. There were some machines piled up in the corner.

Maybe I can find a wrench. If I run into the man, I’ll smash it on his head.

But it was too dark here, with no light at all. Fang Chen could barely see and could only feel his way around.

When Seth walked in with his jacket, what he saw was the little lamb with its butt in the air, fumbling around. He raised an eyebrow, probably guessing what this bad guy was up to.

He didn’t get angry. Instead, he watched with interest for a while.

Although the little lamb was thin, he had meat where it counted. His butt was round and perky, filling out his pants. In the dark, a small white ball could be seen.

Seth’s eyes darkened. He reached into his pocket and squeezed the little tail he had just cut off, gently pinching the little fur ball.

Fang Chen had long been targeted, but he was completely unaware, still struggling to find a weapon. Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the area in front of him for a moment. It was a loom, but it seemed to be soaked in blood, a gruesome red.

Thunder roared.

Fang Chen’s face turned a little pale with fright. But just at that moment, someone gently pressed on his shoulder.

“Ah!”

He exclaimed and spun around, only to fall right into the man’s arms.

Seth had just gone to the car to get his jacket and had gotten wet from the rain. His shirt was soaked through and transparent.

When Fang Chen bumped into him like this, his face was almost buried in the man’s chest muscles.

It wasn’t as hard here. In fact, it was a little soft and springy when he bumped into it. Fang Chen was dazed from the collision. It took him two seconds to frantically raise his head, take two steps back, and stammer, “I, I…”

He was afraid that if the man got angry, he would tie him up again.

But the next second, the jacket in the man’s hand was draped over his shoulders. His cold eyes glanced past Fang Chen and behind him, his tone indifferent. “This is a textile factory. It’s normal for there to be spilled red dye. It’s not blood.”

Fang Chen was obviously relieved.

He had had enough scares. If he encountered a murder case here, he would really close his eyes and die.

The man didn’t say any more. He sat back in his original position and closed his eyes to rest.

This time, Fang Chen really didn’t dare to run. He looked at the man a couple of times, then like a little quail again, he obediently sat back down.

It had rained outside, and it was a bit cool. But with a jacket draped over him, it was much warmer. Fang Chen had thought that in this environment, he would definitely be on edge. Unexpectedly, leaning against the wall, he soon became drowsy.

The rain outside had lessened a bit.

The factory was still pitch black. Seth sat lazily, taking a cigarette from the pack and holding it between his lips, but he didn’t light it.

To maintain his condition for the competition, Seth usually had a very regular schedule. But it was already very late, yet he felt no sleepiness at all. The smell of tobacco filled his mouth, stimulating his brain to stay clear.

He watched the small figure curled up in a ball in front of him from a distance. One of his jackets almost completely enveloped the young man, leaving only his small head exposed.

To be able to sleep so soundly under his nose, truly defenseless.

Seth frowned, once again doubting whether this young man was too good at pretending. He really didn’t seem like any “Oily Rat,” and he certainly didn’t think he could evade the police’s pursuit time and time again.

A dreamless night.

Fang Chen slept groggily, thinking he was in his own little bed. He stretched and turned over, then fell to the ground with a thud.

He got up dizzily and looked around. The memories of last night flooded back, and Fang Chen drooped his head like a listless puppy.

He was still in this abandoned factory.

The man was standing not far away, his back to him, on the phone.

“Seth, you left the party early yesterday. What happened? Did you really catch the rat?”

The man holding the phone turned his head and saw the little lamb on the ground looking at him with a dazed expression.

He twitched the corner of his lip, his tone faint. “No.”

“Then why didn’t you stay and play a little longer yesterday?”

“I had something to do. I’m hanging up.”

Putting away his phone, Seth strode over and stood in front of Fang Chen, looking down at him.

“Where do you keep all your tickets?”

One night was enough time for Seth to make a decision.

If he could keep up the act and be a delicious little lamb, Seth wouldn’t mind letting him go.

As for the illicit funds, Seth could naturally help him cover them.

But after that, this little lamb would have to stay by his side and slowly pay off his debt.

Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the ticket out of his pocket and handed it over.

Seth frowned, his voice deepening. “I said all the tickets.”

Does he still not repent at this point?

Fang Chen opened his mouth, his face bitter, and said in a small voice, “Sir, I only have this one ticket.”