Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Chapter 326 The Demon Unleashed

Chapter 326 The Demon Unleashed

United States, New York, Ghost Investigation Bureau prison, psychological counseling room.

Captain Sam sat in his chair, gazing at the woman in front of him with eyes full of adoration.

Her long, smooth, pure gold hair cascaded over her shoulders.

A white lab coat, a red shirt, a black skirt, black high heels, and thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose—he looked very refined.

Professional, yet undeniably feminine.

She has a slender waist and long legs, a tall and dignified posture, and an intellectual and elegant demeanor with a touch of scholarly air.

Perhaps because she practiced gymnastics in her early years, she has a slender and toned figure with a sense of athletic power hidden in her lines.

That woman is me.

My name is Harley, and I have a PhD in psychology.

Even though I'm an honest, obedient girl, I'm well aware of my own feminine charm.

So I know exactly what the man across from me is thinking—besides, I'm a PhD in psychology.

He loves me very much.

But his love makes me nauseous.

A prison officer in charge of interrogation was so terrified by a foreign prisoner that he developed psychological problems and now spends an hour with me every day.

Honestly, I despise him.

I prescribed him some calming medicine and then quickly sent him away.

Every lecherous look in his eyes made me physically uncomfortable.

Some say that a woman protected by a lion will not even bother to look at a stray dog.

I would say that a woman who is curious about a mad wolf is too lazy to look at a golden lion—besides, Captain Sam is at best a golden sheepdog.

Yang Xiao is that mad wolf.

He was morbid, insane, cruel, and evil.

But ironically, I, this obedient girl, became irresistibly curious about him, and the more I fell for him, the deeper I became.

I knew perfectly well that the man wanted to use me to escape from prison.

If he succeeds, he will definitely abandon me, or even kill me.

Because it was a caged demon, devoid of humanity.

I know he has someone he cares about, a man named Huang Hun, and it's definitely not me.

But I still fantasize, I still dream.

I have dreamt more than once of Yang Xiao being acquitted and being boated with me on Lake Marsala.

The wind was gentle, stirring the water vapor on the lake's surface, and the sounds of insects chirping and birds singing filled the air.

As I passionately kissed him, his dagger pierced my heart.

Then, I died happily.

I would die for him, really.

But the premise is that I possessed him, even if only for three seconds. Then, I completed that passionate kiss.

The more I think about it, the more confused I become.

Unrequited love is a personal battleground.

It wasn't until the alarm clock on the table rang that I excitedly went to the mirror and quickly got dressed.

This is because this time is for Yang Xiao to receive psychological treatment.

Don't laugh at me—

This is when my hormones are at their peak during the day.

Harley walked toward the interrogation room with a smile, only to see several armed prosecutors standing at the door.

A bad feeling crept into my heart.

She feigned nonchalance and asked, "What's going on? Isn't this my therapy session time?"

A prosecutor said, "Madam, Chief Andrew is inside."

The next second, Director Andrew's furious roar and Yang Xiao's unrestrained laughter echoed from the interrogation room.

Harley's heart sank.

She knew that it must have been Director Andrew who personally tortured Yang Xiao.

This guy is said to be a former warden, known as the devil in prison. Yang Xiao must have suffered another terrible ordeal today. 88888

grind.

Finally, the door was pushed open.

Sweating profusely, Andrew walked out of the interrogation room and glanced at Harley.

Harley saw it—he also had greed in his eyes for himself.

Harley was disgusted again.

After the others left, Harley went into the interrogation room and saw Yang Xiao sitting in a chair.

He was still in such a sorry state that he couldn't even leave the chair to go to the toilet.

His body was covered in whip marks, and there was a burnt smell; his hair was disheveled.

Beneath the wispy bangs, you can see those eyes that still belong to a demon.

Yang Xiao saw Harley and gave her a rare, kind smile: "Good afternoon, beautiful Miss Harley."

Harley saw that pure smile and instinctively put her hand on her chest.

My heart was pounding.

I also have some other emotions today.

For some reason, Yang Xiao's miserable and pathetic state stirred up her maternal instincts.

Finally, she made a decision.

Harley sat in the chair, silent for a long while, then said, "You said you wanted a mirror."

After she finished speaking, she stared intently at Yang Xiao.

There was no surprise, no delight—only a calm composure that had been anticipated.

Harley then asked the second question.

She glanced cautiously behind her, then lowered her voice and said, "You're going to escape from prison, aren't you? If you succeed in escaping—will you marry me?"

These words can be considered a confession.

She was a woman who dared to love and hate. When she asked this question, she didn't blush or skip a beat; she was only serious about whether the answers on the test paper were right or wrong.

Yang Xiao's lips slowly curved into a smile: "Besides happiness, I can't give you anything else."

Harley gave a wry smile, straightened her back, crossed her arms, put her legs up, and said quietly, "I'm a PhD in psychology."

She paused, her eyes fixed on Yang Xiao's forehead: "I know that you are always full of malice and murderous intent towards me."

If I let you go, you might kill me without hesitation.

There were clues to this case, and there was a motive for the crime.

Because the mirror was his escape tool—Yang Xiao's abilities were related to the mirror.

And he, as someone who knows the truth, will be silenced.

Yang smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Beauty, you're really overthinking it."

Harley pulled a small, exquisite makeup mirror out of her white coat.

There was a bright red lipstick mark on the mirror; it was hers.

She's fiery and daring, which is completely at odds with her "good girl" persona.

Yang Xiao stared at the makeup mirror, a greedy glint in her eyes: "This is my token of love?"

Harley walked over to Yang Xiao, opened the makeup mirror, and placed it on his lap.

Then she stood beside him, curious to see how he would use the makeup mirror to escape.

Yang Xiao stared at the mirror. His disheveled reflection and an awkward smile were in the mirror.

But—several minutes passed, and nothing happened.

Yang Xiao's face turned cold, becoming terrifyingly ferocious.

He said to the mirror in a chillingly low voice, "You think I'm in a bad situation, so you want to betray me?"

I'll give you three seconds. If you don't come out now, you'll never come out again. Three—"

Harley didn't know who Yang Xiao was talking to; she was just staring at her reflection in the mirror with curiosity.

The next second, a change occurred in the mirror.

A blood-red demon, seemingly skinned alive, glared menacingly at Yang Xiao, carrying a bloodstained long axe.

The devil's expression kept changing, his face gradually contorted, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Yang Xiao stared at it without fear, the cold killing intent in his eyes even more intense than that of the demon!

This demon is the Imitation Demon. It was it that caused the strange incident in a bar with this cleaver, and it was that incident that gave Harley and Yang Xiao the opportunity to meet.

The devil gradually softened, and his expression turned fearful.

It swung its axe and chopped at Yang Xiao.

Harley was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to rush over to help Yang Xiao block the axe.

But she was too late.

The axe did not land on Yang Xiao's head.

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The chains binding Yang Xiao fell to the ground with a thud.

He stripped off all the odds and ends from his body, snatched the executioner's axe from the Imitation Demon's hand: "You're smart."

Yang Xiao is finally free.

The moment they were freed, a piercing alarm sounded.

Yang Xiao, carrying the cleaver, walked step by step toward Harley.

Harley didn't flinch; she just stood there, her expression calm.

Yang Xiao frowned.

Is this woman truly unafraid of death?

Or is she really a madwoman?

Just then, several armed prosecutors rushed in through the door: "Don't move! Go back to your seats, you bastards!"

Yang Xiao glanced at them, then vanished from his spot in an instant.

The executioner's axe, reeking of blood, was swung around in the interrogation room.

Gunshots rang out.

Moments later, only corpses and rivers of blood remained in the room.

He counted; it was half a minute.

He was very dissatisfied with this number; it was too long.

He shook hands.

I can't muster any strength. Although my physical body is still resilient, the curse placed on me by the Dark Councilor prevents me from using much power.

In other words, I am very weak right now.

Yang Xiao glanced back at Harley and raised the executioner's axe.

The woman's eyes—were very calm.

There wasn't a trace of fear.

That gaze seemed to possess a certain power—

A power that prevents him from harming the owner of such eyes.

A complex emotion flashed in Yang Xiao's eyes, but he quickly reverted to his cheerful self.

He made an exaggerated face and grinned wickedly, "Let's play a game, how about hide-and-seek?"

I'll close my eyes and give you one hundred seconds.

If I find you in a hundred seconds—you're dead.

Harley said, "Okay. That's enough."

Yang Xiao closed his eyes, a playful smile on his lips: "Then you underestimate me, ma'am. In one hundred seconds, wherever you are, I—"

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Harley strode up to Yang Xiao, blushing, and kissed him on the lips.

Yang Xiao froze, suddenly opened her eyes, pushed Harley away, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Harley frowned: "Why aren't you following the rules?"

Yang Xiao's eyes twitched: "You're a madman."

After saying that, he ignored Harley, picked up the axe, and left the interrogation room.