Song Yuxing is recognized as the most beautiful vase in the institute. He has been eccentric since he was a child, doesn't like to talk, and he still likes men.
His parents thought he was embarrassed, his brothers took pleasure in humiliating him, and his colleagues regarded him as an eye-candy.
——
"The first rule of the research laboratory is that breeders are strictly prohibited from raising experimental subjects after they reach adulthood."
Wearing a white coat, he used a knife to cut open his fingertips. The blood dripped into the dark, viscous fluid. He said to the viscous fluid called "Bound Spirit":
"Eat it, and then—"
He chuckled and said the most ridiculous instruction since the establishment of the institute:
"Go and tear down my 'home'."
——
One night later, Song Yuxing disappeared out of thin air, and he undoubtedly became the biggest suspect in the accident.
Everyone: How powerful can a vase be? Maybe I just happened to be passing by and ran away by the way.
A few wanted posters were casually posted. The person in the photo was particularly docile, with the caption: "Low-level defector, captured immediately."
However, when the monitoring data returned to normal and everyone saw that beautiful and gentle face, they were all surprised. This time, the culprit was actually the vase.
The institute hurriedly posted wanted notices all over the city overnight, and modified the subtitles: "SSS-level defectors, kill them on the spot."
——
At this moment, this "docile" defector is trapped in the entrance hall of his home by a cold body.
Shen Guwei - or rather, the being who was once called the "Bound Spirit", bit his neck, and his snow-white collar was immediately dyed red with blood.
"The marriage registration has been completed." He whispered in Song Yuxing's ear.
"Now, fulfill your first obligation: tell me your real name."
Song Yuxing raised his hand and put the muzzle of his gun firmly between the opponent's eyebrows.
His movements are so skillful that he doesn't look like a "vase", but like...
Hunter.
——
Shen Guwei grabbed his gun-holding wrist, raised it, and a "bang" broke the dead silence.
"You don't dare to shoot the vase."
He pressed close, his teeth gently grinding against Song Yuming's earlobe.
"The people at the institute have discovered your traces. If you want to survive, there is only one way. Listen to me and fulfill your obligations as a spouse."
Song Yuxing smiled when he heard this, put the muzzle of his gun against Shen Guwei's artery, and said softly:
"You are wrong. There is another way. I will kill you and I will take the blame."
——
When the pursuers broke through the door, they saw——
The "weak" Song Yuxing was sitting on the sofa cleaning his gun, while the rumored brutal and terrifying S-class experimental subject knelt at his feet and tied his shoelaces.
"Introduction." Song Yuxing raised his eyes and turned his gun towards the door.
"This is my wife. And—your new funeral director."
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