
The Seventh Cycle: Cage Painting
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Introduction to the novel Opening his eyes on the cold morgue for the seventh time, Lin Wan saw his clear name on the autopsy sheet. Doctor Shen in a white coat leaned over, gently wiped away the wet blood on her cheek with his fingertips, and whispered like a lover whispering: "Don't be afraid, the seventh time, you will get used to death." The first six cycles were a purgatory from which she could not escape: suffocation in a claustrophobic elevator, drowning in a bloody bathtub, being scared to death by the grinning "self" in the mirror... The sixth time, she chose to hang from the beams in his gloomy studio, with a huge unfinished oil painting at her feet - which was the place where her childhood nightmare began, the dusty underground cage. This time, Lin Wan no longer trembled. She kissed Shen Yubai's cold lips with a venomous smile: "Your game should be over." It's time for the hunter identity to change hands. Shen Yubai chuckled and slowly took off his gloves, revealing the hideous old scar on his wrist - exactly the same as the scar she scratched on the little boy's arm deep in her memory. "Wanwan," he sighed, his eyes filled with twisted heat, "you finally... Recognize your brother."
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