Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Conan Shen Jue, 24 years old, is a psychologist.

As a highly educated individual who has achieved financial freedom, Conan Shenjue has a beautiful but somewhat spoiled young girlfriend.

But this was also the beginning of Conan and Shen Jue's tragedy.

Sword and Shield Shen Jue and Death God Shen Jue exchanged memories, and the electronic screen began playing Conan Shen Jue's past.

The electronic screen cuts into memories.

The color tone has turned into a cool gray.

A girl appeared in the frame, in her early twenties, so beautiful it was almost unreasonable. When she smiled, her eyes curved and her lips turned up slightly, giving off an air that made you want to forgive all her willful arrogance.

The woman was holding Conan and Shen Jue's arm as they picked out perfumes in the mall.

She picked up a bottle, sprayed it on her wrist, and brought it close to Conan and Shen Jue's noses for them to smell.

Conan and Shen Jue smelled it and smiled, saying, "Not bad."

The woman happily let the saleswoman wrap it up and then stuffed the shopping bag into Conan Shen Jue's hands.

The whole process was smooth and natural.

"She has never paid for anything herself." Conan Shen Jue's narration slowly began at this moment.

His voice was as calm as if he were conducting a case analysis: "I think this is normal."

"I can understand why beautiful women enjoy these privileges."

"But I'm not stupid."

The scene switches to another day.

The woman sat in Conan Shen Jue's office, while Conan Shen Jue sat beside her, flipping through an English journal.

The woman's phone was on the seat next to Conan and Shen Jue, and the screen lit up briefly.

A message popped up.

Conan and Shen Jue didn't look at it intentionally, but his professional habits made him glance at it subconsciously.

With just a glance, Conan and Shen Jue sensed something was wrong.

The source of that message did not reveal any name.

The woman, however, openly picked up her phone in front of Shen Jue, glanced at it, and put it in her pocket.

The images on the electronic screen began to speed up.

Conan and Shen Jue began to pay attention, and then they began to investigate.

More and more chains of evidence are automatically piecing together in Conan and Shen Jue's minds.

He didn't question, didn't confront, and didn't even change any of his daily habits.

Conan and Shen Jue simply began to observe, collecting data calmly, systematically, and meticulously, like a researcher observing an experimental subject.

Hotel check-in records.

Installation traces of encrypted chat software.

A hidden photo album on the woman's phone, passwordd to her own birthday.

There aren't many photos in the album, but each one speaks volumes.

A Black man in his forties, wearing an expensive custom-made suit, poses for photos with women in various luxury hotels.

Some of the photos show naked women covered with all sorts of filthy and disgusting text.

But the woman's eyes were full of adoration and obedience when she looked at the black man.

The album's caption reads, "My Sweet Diary with My Owner."

"Tsk tsk!"

"I've been in Hong Kong for so many years," Shen Jue, a member of the gang, said to Conan while looking at the electronic screen.

"I've seen many pet owners, but this is truly the first time I've become a victim."

"This taste seems quite interesting."

Death God Shen Jue pursed his lips and said, "So this is what happens to honest people."

"Every day you think you're so pure in love, but in reality you're already teetering on the edge of an abyss."

"But reason makes people choose not to understand the truth."

The electronic screen continued playing.

Ke Nannan and Shen Jue did not break down, did not drown their sorrows in alcohol, and did not confide in any of their friends.

He wrote a paper on the behavioral induction of psychological suggestion in extreme situations.

This paper, which uses real-world examples, is rigorously argued, follows proper formatting, and has been successfully published in a top international journal.

Many scholars sent him congratulatory emails, their words filled with enthusiasm.

"It's just making use of waste," Conan and Shen Jue narrated. "What happens next is more interesting."

Then the images on the electronic screen became a montage.

Conan and Shen Jue are preparing a certain drug in the laboratory.

His friend at the University of Tokyo happened to be researching neuropharmacology.

Conan and Shen Jue's friend are qualified to mix controlled anesthetics and know what dosage can completely paralyze a person's somatic nerves while keeping them conscious.

Conan and Shen Jue devised a psychological and behavioral induction plan in their study at home.

Later that night, Conan and Shen Jue called their girlfriend from the balcony, gently saying that they missed her and asking if she could come to see them.

The woman said "okay".

The woman chuckled on the phone, a chuckle she found very pleasant.

On the electronic screen, Conan Shen Jue hung up the phone, took off his glasses, and wiped the lenses with his shirt cuff.

The movements were slow and delicate, as if some kind of ritual was being performed.

"I didn't have any other thoughts in my mind at the time." Conan paused for a moment while narrating.

"I just felt that I wanted to record what was about to happen so that the world could enjoy it millions of times."

The screen switched to the day of the incident.

Many fans felt like they had watched an episode of a Conan series that explained the murder process upfront.

The scene shows a tidy hotel, with every detail meticulously arranged.

Before the girl arrived, Conan and Shen Jue drank a cup of coffee with ice and sugar and prepared their photography equipment.

In fact, Shen Jue's date with his girlfriend is tomorrow.

As for the hotel date, Conan and Shen Jue used drugs to knock out the black man and used his electronic device to send messages to their girlfriends.

When the woman entered the hotel room, she saw her master sitting on the sofa, eyes open, body limp, like a still-warm sculpture.

Conan and Shen Jue, wearing protective masks, stood in the shadows behind the door, recording everything that happened with a video camera.

"You love your master, so you can do anything to him," Conan Shen Jue whispered to the woman.

Shen Jue had already placed a large amount of hallucinogenic drugs in the hotel room.

During this time, Shen Jue's psychological and behavioral guidance program had already planted a large number of psychological suggestions in that woman.

As Shen Jue finished speaking, the woman's eyes became hazy and fervent.

"I didn't do anything unnecessary," Conan Shen Jue said in the narration.

"I just let her do whatever she wanted."

Shen Jue saw everything that happened next.

The woman's pupils dilated, her breathing became rapid, and her lips began to move involuntarily.

It was as if she was repeating words that only she could hear.

Her gaze fell on the fruit knife on the coffee table.

The knife was precisely positioned by Conan and Shen Jue.

It was right at the angle where she habitually picks up things with her right hand, right at the lower right of her field of vision, right in the golden area where the human subconscious is most easily guided by visual cues.

The woman picked up the knife.

The image on the screen began to blur here, as if the camera itself was trembling.

All that could be seen was the girl walking toward the sofa, her movements stiff yet fluid, like she was performing a choreographed dance.

The electronic screen echoed with the sound of a knife blade slowly cutting into soft flesh.

The sound made Conan and Shen Jue, who were filming nearby, feel so happy and relaxed.

He felt deeply moved, as if he had accomplished some noble mission.

The sound coming from the woman's throat was a whimper that was both crying and laughing.