Case File Compendium Quotes

You’ll grow old one day too! You’re dressed in such flashy, glamorous clothes, and yet your heart is so rotten?!

But now, He Yu was already nineteen, and Xie Qingcheng was thirty-two.

For the truth, he lost his dreams. For his little sister, he lost his health. To defeat his illness, he lost his reason to live. And to recover his reason to live, he lost his sense of peace and tranquility.

Xie Qingcheng imagined the scene for a moment. With a chilly expression, he tersely replied, “Too gay. I’m homophobic.” Xie Qingcheng shoved He Yu away. He circled around him to enter the dorm and began searching. He Yu was at a loss for words. “What? That’s not what I meant. If you’re homophobic, then I’m even more homophobic

If "love" was what made someone walk into the fray, despite knowing very well that it was wrong - if "love" made them stand by their mistakes, despite knowing full well that they were stepping into a bottomless abyss, to the point they could disregard anything from infamy, scorn, principles, morals, to life itself - then, to him, this seemed less like a type of affection and more like some kind of disease.

Whatever you want has nothing to do with me.” Xie Qingcheng’s expression was frosty. His paternalistic tendencies surfaced once more as he scolded her without blinking an eye. “However, Miss Bai, do you have any shame? Can’t you see what state he’s in? To get views, you’ll keep on going even though you know it’s wrong; you choose unscrupulous methods even when you know the consequences. Despite knowing full well the pain your actions will bring to others, you have no qualms about exploiting it for attention because you’re not the one getting hurt. Have you no conscience?!

It’s been twenty years. I don’t trust anyone anymore.” “There’s no way for me to turn back.” “The people in the sky with come to take me away. I want to go up into the sky.” I’ll never turn back.

Also, he might want you to take responsibility by becoming his wife. Look at how pretty you are-you'd make a decent foster bride

The first psychiatrist to look closely at the more extreme forms of sadistic behavior was the eminent German physician Richard von Krafft-Ebing. Besides coining the term “masochism” (named after the Austrian writer Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, whose famous novel, Venus in Furs, deals with a man who craves humiliation), Krafft-Ebing made a major contribution to the literature of morbid psychology with his classic book, Psychopathia Sexualis—a massive compendium of every known perversion, illustrated with hundreds of detailed case histories. At the time of its initial publication in 1886, the book was considered so shocking that its author was nearly expelled from the prestigious British Medico-Psychological Association. Even today, it makes for deeply disturbing reading. Still, it is a significant work, one that clearly demonstrates there’s nothing new about serial murder. Of course, Krafft-Ebing doesn’t use the term “serial murder,” which wouldn’t enter the language for another hundred years. The term he uses is the German word lustmord or “lust-murder.” The essence of this crime is extreme sadistic violence against the victim. The lust-murderer doesn’t just kill his victims. His ultimate pleasure comes from savaging their bodies: disemboweling them, cutting out their genitals, etc. For such blood-crazed sadists, violence is a substitute for sex.

Don’t you understand? I’m not doubting, I just want to plan for the worst—if I’m really going to drown here, then I want to at least live with a little bit more clarity before I die. What about you? Will you still refuse to tell me just a little bit of the truth, even if you’re going to die?” “What will the truth matter when our bodies have already gone cold?

He Yu was feeling unwell.

All the things he had done… Full of deep ardor, like a supple thread winding ceaselessly around his heart, impossible to forsake. Could it be… Could it be because he loved him? Did he— Did he…love Xie Qingcheng?!

Xie Qingcheng, doesn’t it hurt…? All these years, haven’t you been in pain? Haven’t you…been lonely…?

He kissed He Yu passionately. For the first time, he felt that being intimate with He Yu could stem the bleeding of his heart. When he was with He Yu, he felt like he would be truly needed—not replaceable, not something He Yu could do without.

It was precisely that struggle between ignorance and enlightenment, understanding and intolerance, human thought and bestial instinct, that allowed human civilization to leave a trail of bloody footprints on the banks of the endless river of history.