Song Yuxing was widely regarded as the research institute's prettiest vase. He'd been odd-tempered and quiet since childhood, and he liked men.
His parents thought he brought shame to the family, his brothers enjoyed humiliating him, and his coworkers treated him as nothing more than a pleasing decoration.
--
"Rule one of the laboratory: Once an experimental subject reaches adulthood, the caretaker is forbidden from keeping it."
Wearing a white lab coat, he nicked his fingertip with a small knife. Blood dripped into the viscous black fluid. Facing the mass of sticky liquid known as "Spiritbinder," he said:
"Eat this, and then..."
He chuckled and gave the most outrageous order in the institute's history:
"Go tear down my 'home.'"
--
The next night, Song Yuxing vanished without a trace, making him the prime suspect in the incident.
Everyone thought, "How much could a pretty vase possibly do? Maybe he just happened to be passing by and ran off while he was at it."
A few wanted posters were put up halfheartedly. The person in the photo looked exceptionally docile, and the caption read: "Low-level fugitive. Capture immediately."
But once the surveillance data was restored and everyone saw that beautiful, gentle face, they were stunned. The culprit really was that vase.
The institute hurriedly plastered wanted posters all over the city overnight and changed the caption to: "SSS-Rank Fugitive. Kill on sight."
--
At that very moment, this "docile" fugitive was pinned against the entryway of his own home by a cold body.
Shen Guwei, or rather, the being once known as "Spiritbinder," bit into his neck, instantly staining his snow-white collar red with blood.
"Our marriage registration is complete," he whispered in Song Yuxing's ear.
"Now, fulfill your first duty: tell me your real name."
Song Yuxing raised his hand and held the gun steady against the other's forehead.
His movements were too practiced for a "vase." He looked more like a...
hunter.
--
Shen Guwei grabbed his gun hand by the wrist and shoved it upward. The gunshot shattered the silence.
"Vases don't dare to pull the trigger."
He pressed close, his teeth grazing Song Yuxing's earlobe.
"The institute has already found your trail. If you want to live, there's only one way: do as I say and fulfill your duty as my partner."
Song Yuxing smiled at that and pressed the muzzle against Shen Guwei's artery. He said softly:
"You're wrong. There's another way: kill you and earn credit for my crimes."
--
When the pursuers burst through the door, they saw...
The "fragile" Song Yuxing sitting on the sofa, cleaning his gun, while the notorious, terrifying S-Rank experimental subject knelt at his feet, tying his shoelaces.
"Allow me to introduce him." Song Yuxing raised his eyes and turned the gun toward the doorway.
"This is my wife. And your new funeral officiant."
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