Ji Xingyao saw Luo Zuyu confessing to his crimes through the monitor outside and knew that they had lost their battle. She slumped down in a chair.

For four full hours, Luo Zuyu confessed to his crimes with a self-satisfied smile. Every time that he killed someone, he had no worries at all, because his brother, sister-in-law and agency would help him smooth everything over and help him escape the police’s investigations.

With this illusory sense of security, his ego had become extremely inflated. He was complacent and viewed human lives like grass.

"Even if these women were still alive, they would just get married; doing housework during the day and getting fucked at night. After a few years, they would become dry yellow-faced women[1]. Their lives are meaningless like most people... It was I who chose them as sacrifices and let them turn into famous songs that will be passed down through the ages. It is just like turning...