I almost shouted out, then thinking about the current situation, I covered my mouth heavily and glanced at the person out of the corner of my eye.

He was just staring at the small knife in his hand, not noticing what was going on with me.

In this situation, how should I react to encountering my ex-boyfriend?

I said, "Why are you here?"

He said, "How do you know Wang Yu?"

We've known each other for four or five years, still not a bit of tacit understanding.

Before I could answer, I heard his annoying voice again, "You still have feelings for me, don't you? Knowing I have a new girlfriend, you came to my place."

I rubbed my temples, wondering why I used to like this guy.

I hurriedly pulled his arm, indicating for him to look at the situation inside the house.

He widened his eyes and pointed randomly inside, but his hand went nowhere. I didn't know what he intended, and seeing that he was about to shout, I covered his mouth with my hand.

It seemed like I touched his saliva. I really wanted to let go, but I couldn't if I wanted to save my life.

"Keep quiet, don't alarm him."

He nodded in terror. I wiped my hand on my clothes and heard him say, "With all this commotion, how is he not reacting?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Your girlfriend? Wang Yu?"

He puffed out his chest, looking proud, "How about it, young and pretty, right?"

I sighed, "You should leave now; it's dangerous here."

After sending him away, I couldn't understand how Wang Yu and Yang Jian were boyfriend and girlfriend. What about her and Xing Zhaoping?

Could it be that they got together after breaking up with Xing Zhaoping?

"Sister, what are you thinking about?"

He smiled sweetly, completely different from the defensive look he had when I first came in, yet still

not like a seven or eight-year-old child.

Multiple personality disorder?

He called me sister. Could it be that this persona doesn't recognize people? Can't distinguish me from the sister he knows?

"Tell sister, what's your name?"

"Sister, you don't even remember my name? I'm Xiao Fu. Hmph...”

He crossed his arms and ignored me.

I gently patted his head, "How could that be? Sister surely knows you're called Xiao Fu, I was just testing you."

I then tapped his nose lightly, trying to look as kind as possible.

"Sister, you seem a bit different."

"How am I different?"

"Well… it's just…”

As he spoke, his face turned as red as a cooked shrimp, oddly adorable. This emotion lasted only a second; the man called Xiao Fu in front of me could turn back into a heartless killing machine at any moment. I couldn't allow myself any distraction.

"You can't say? Then let sister test you again. What's my name?"

After saying this, I felt inexplicably nervous, like a malicious wolf tricking a defenseless lamb. He softly said, "Sister is called Hao Mei... Sister is so silly, doesn't even know her own name."

Hao Mei? Schizophrenia? Switched medication?

At this moment, everything clicked. Hao Mei played such an important role in all this?

The toothbrush found at Hao Mei's house that day, Jiang Xiaoyu sought out a forensic friend from the bureau, hoping to find a matching DNA.

Everything was so coincidental, yet logical.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Xiao Fu trembled twice, and his eyes instantly became fierce.

Not good!