Li Jianwei's originally cold expression gradually became complex.
Looking at Shen Yi's face, which seemed to scream the hardships of life, he suddenly sighed.
With a bit of the soft-heartedness an adult shows toward a child who has gone astray, he said, "...That's still no reason for you to do bad things."
Li Jianwei said, "Kelsang Flower—your real name is Xiao Yi, right?"
"My parents used to work in dangerous professions like this in the Archives. They were part of the evil in the dark zones, and unfortunately, they died."
"After they died, I had a miserable life. When I grew up, I wanted to solve the problem from its root. If those dark zones didn't exist, tragedies like this wouldn't happen."
If his parents hadn't done evil, they wouldn't have died, and he wouldn't have lost his family.
The logic was exceptionally simple and direct.
Shen Yi was slightly taken aback and scratched her cheek. "Your idea is pretty good, but isn't it too idealistic?"
This world needs people with a sense of justice.
Shen Yi obviously didn't have that kind of personality.
While the whole world was drunk, she was even more intoxicated, never wanting to wake up.
However, Shen Yi admired people with such thoughts and perseverance. "Even without the Archives, there are other organizations. Solve one, and there will be another."
Li Jianwei looked away.
He didn't want to discuss this kind of thing with her.
After learning about Shen Yi's complicated and tragic family background, the man's tone softened by several degrees, losing its initial aggressive sharpness. "You should be a good kid."
"I hope you become a good kid in the future, not a killer."
Saying that, Li Jianwei tossed her a pile of positive-energy books about prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony.
Shen Yi looked down and flipped through them.
She fell deep in thought.
Is he sick in the head?
Why would an organization's base stockpile this kind of book?
Does he have a whole cabinet of these in his office, specifically meant to reform juvenile killers who have gone astray?
"I don't want to read about core socialist values," Shen Yi said, tossing the books aside and pointing at her head. "I want to dye my hair. I want to dye it green!"
Li Jianwei: "..."
He ignored her.
He turned to leave, thinking this would end the conversation.
Seeing him turn to leave, Shen Yi was instantly displeased.
She still wanted to chat a bit more with this guy—as the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy.
So she wouldn't be schemed against by him later.
Li Jianwei underestimated her speed. Before he could react, Shen Yi yanked him back, and the girl forcefully slammed his head onto the desk.
"You brought me here," she emphasized. "I want to dye my hair. You promised."
Li Jianwei froze completely.
He stayed silent for a moment, then laughed at her absurd actions.
"Are you sick in the head?" Li Jianwei asked sincerely.
Shen Yi pressed his head down, heavily knocking it against the desk with a thud. "You're the one who's sick."
Li Jianwei felt his brain buzzing from the impact.
He profoundly realized one problem:
No one can do anything about a killer whose brain doesn't work right.
This brat couldn't understand human speech right now; she only wanted to dye her hair green.
"I'll take you to dye it tomorrow. Let go of me."
He gritted his teeth.
Shen Yi didn't want to let go just yet. She wanted to test this Li Jianwei a bit more, but right at that moment, someone approached.
It was an elderly man.
Standing beside him were the two friends she had just parted ways with not long ago.
When the old man caught sight of Shen Yi violently pinning Li Jianwei down, his brows furrowed slightly, and he instinctively glanced at Li Jianwei's expression.
Only then did he withdraw his gaze and let it fall onto Shen Yi.
"Let go." His voice carried an unquestionable authority. "Who are you?"
Shen Yi obediently let go.
"And who are you?" she asked in return, with a bit of childish self-righteousness.
"..."
Sasa almost fell to her knees in front of this young internet friend. She hurriedly stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Shen Yi's shoulders. "Teacher, Teacher, Xiao Yi is still a minor and doesn't know any better. Please don't be angry."
Before the old man could speak, Li Jianwei twitched the corner of his mouth and started mocking her.
"A minor wouldn't have her skills."
He hadn't even seen clearly how he was subdued by her in a single move.
"You dare let someone of unknown origin like her in?" The old man's expression turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Lock her up right now."
Li Jianwei smiled strangely. "Wait a minute, that won't be necessary for now, Teacher. She really doesn't know any better. I'll educate her."
"Then let's keep her for now." The old man wasn't annoyed at being contradicted. His expression remained unchanged as he replied with mild compliance. Without sparing them another glance, he slowly walked away with the support of the people beside him.
"..." Just like that, he left.
Shen Yi didn't know why, but she felt there was something very wrong with this scene.
Why did it feel like the leader of an organization was completely obedient to Li Jianwei?
On what grounds?
Is he the leader's son?
Chen Yu whispered, "You noticed it too, right? We all suspect he's the Teacher's child. Otherwise, why would the Teacher spoil him so much?"
But Shen Yi didn't think so.
Even if they were father and son, it shouldn't be like this.
After the old man left, Chen Yu and Sasa collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
Unlike their relief, Li Jianwei still wore a smile as he interrogated her, "Xiao Yi, you must have a surname, right?"
"What is your surname?"
"My surname is Shen," Shen Yi answered without any hesitation.
Li Jianwei's expression turned a bit strange, and his volume rose a few notches. "Your surname is Shen? Which Shen?"
