"Nice name."
Sitting on the bed, Song Yan glanced at Jiang Ruan, his words light and cheerful.
He didn't seem like a prisoner.
Jiang Ruan thoughtfully glanced at the man in the corner, "How long have you been in here?"
With a book in his hands, Song Yan flipped it open, "A bit over three months."
"What did you do?"
Jiang Ruan raised an eyebrow, quite curious.
To be honest, this Song Yan did stir up curiosity, he was quite an odd character.
Lowering his head, Song Yan straightened the corner of the book, "He's a serial killer."
"As for me, let's just say," he paused briefly, seeming to recall something, then said, "I came to see what kind of extreme Dark World this place is. It's interesting."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
Confirmed.
This guy must be crazy.
