Huang Jin knows himself very well.
For example, he doesn't like the world, for example, he has never been a good person... For example, his eyes are different from others.
At four years old.
The earliest sound that impressed him was probably the sound of a juicer at night. Other people's parents might squeeze some juice for their families, but his mother was different - he would see fresh eyeballs on the table every day before going to bed.
Mother would slowly break them into pieces, pour them into the toilet, and flush them down. After making sure that there were only two eyes left on her face, she would pick up the "handicrafts" she made during the day and deliver them to an unknown place.
Then throughout the day, many eyeballs would slowly grow out of her eye sockets, which felt like moist grapes.
Luckily, he couldn't see them growing on her body.
To identify a person's appearance, he can only look at photos or portraits that don't move. No matter through the lens or video, when he looked at others, he could only see a bunch of undercurrents of darkness.
Worm-like black runes enveloped people. They accumulated a thick layer on everyone's body and kept crawling. People are like walking cocoons, the colors of clothes and decorations are all covered up, and the streets with people coming and going are like a gray and black coastline.
This incident had puzzled him greatly, but his mother was not surprised when she learned about it.
"I, Lu Guangzu, have something to tell you!" A smell of alcohol drifted from the crack in the door, "If you don't open it, I will break down the door!"
"good."
"No." He shook his head, "Lu Guangzu, I don't want to cooperate with you anymore."
Now he can analyze more ideas, and the crowds of people on the street are more disgusting. Huang Jin didn't want to deal with others, so this was convenient.
She became blind, and they finally stopped growing.
His life was peaceful for a while, until one night.
"We have a big client this time!" This time, Lu Guangzu came to him face to face. "I need a 'life-breaking and luck-destroying' charm. The man didn't believe it. Those little things didn't work well for him before. You need some strong medicine... After doing this, your debt will be paid off, how great it is."
As the years passed, Huang Jin gradually understood those black runes crawling around - that seemed to be everyone's "thoughts".
Huang Jin stared at Lu Guangzu's body, "My name of the Sinking Society has been blown out." "If everything goes well, I won't be retaliated against." "I don't care if that guy dies, just change his luck before he dies." He sighed. tone.
Huang Jin took a deep breath and took out the cash that could be easily used to avoid tracking: "I only have so much money in hand, and the valuable things have been sold long ago. You and I have worked together for a while, and today's matter..."
Huang Jin was making a spiritual weapon in the basement when there was a sudden knock on the door behind him. Huang Jin was shocked and hid his tools: "Who is it?"
Regret, pain, hatred, fear. The thoughts around her grew thicker and thicker, until they filled the entire room. Those black runes flowed back and forth in the bedroom like a tide.
Those "kill you" thoughts quickly split into more complicated thoughts.
The debt was almost paid off and he no longer needed money so badly. This person is too greedy and short-sighted, and he will be dragged into the water sooner or later - sinking will be too dangerous, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Before he could react, he was pushed back violently. Huang Jin stumbled back a few steps and almost knocked over the tool table.
Huang Jin looked at the "kill you" that was surging crazily in his eyes, and cautiously arched his body: "Calm down, I can give you money..."
Countless runes written with "kill you" surrounded Lu Guangzu, and his rapidly expanding thoughts almost filled half of the basement. The crazy surging characters filled his field of vision, and Huang Jin didn't even know where the other person was.
Huang Jin lost his job that could support his debts. When he was selling off his old belongings, he discovered the book "Huang's Magic".
"good."
They increase or decrease with a person's emotional activity. They are always a little thinner when people are asleep or unconscious. They will disappear completely when people are completely dead.
"That little money you have is enough for you!" Lu Guangzu roared, "Bring it first—"
After a long time, Huang Jin looked at himself in the mirror and looked at the "black cocoons" all over the street. It was difficult for Huang Jin to have the same feeling.
However, after that, my mother's health deteriorated rapidly and she became increasingly neurotic. She was lying on the large double bed, her thin body covered with thick thoughts. At a glance, it looks like a huge black tomb.
"Kill him after taking the money" "Kill him after taking the money" "Kill him after taking the money"...
At the age of fourteen.
"Ha-if you hadn't been so aggressive and ruined my business, the Sinking Association wouldn't have noticed!" Lu Guangzu shouted in the center of his mind like a raging storm, "Fuck! Now I'm in debt to the boss, and it's all him It was you!”
"Can you make a more lethal spiritual weapon? You should be able to do it."
At the age of twenty-four.
He doesn't like this darkness.
However, his mother failed to live in harmony with the "strange disease". Those eyes grew faster and faster, and she became weaker and weaker. Finally, one day, she dug out all the eyeballs with a hot red spoon.
The next second, he was submerged by the surging black tide.
After years of accumulation, he was gradually able to discern the meaning of some runes.
"Brother, my name is Lu Guangzu. The quality of your goods is good. Give me the whole batch in the future and I will sell them to you."
And every time he gave her medicine and wiped her body, Huang Jin would be completely overwhelmed by the runes, and his eyes would go dark.
The small charms used to change luck and bring prosperity to peach blossoms are essentially taking a little bit of luck and happiness from the future and moving them to the present in advance. Cutting off one's fate to obtain luck is the ultimate - directly sacrificing one's own fate in exchange for strong luck.
"It's just a disease, I know it in my heart." She said, "Don't tell others around."
Maybe he could try making something, like his mother.
Thousands of thoughts, "I shouldn't have come to Haigu City in the first place" and "I knew I shouldn't have come into contact with the Sinking Society", were crawling rapidly on her body. Mixed in among them are sporadic "it would be better if I didn't have this child" and "it was obviously not worse before".
Huang Jin hesitated for a moment and finally opened the door.
Under the premise of self-protection, as long as he can make money, it doesn't matter to him.
"Wine can really strengthen your courage"... "This guy smashed my sign"... "The spiritual craftsman's family must have valuable spiritual weapons"...
Lu Guangzu approached, and Huang Jin's vision was once again flooded by countless malice. He could not see anything except the dark resentment.
In a daze, he seemed to be back in front of his mother's bed, swallowed by the deep black sea.
"Put the stun potion now" "Put the stun potion now" "Put the stun potion now"...
“The corpse-turning water should be fine” “The corpse-turning water should be fine” “The corpse-turning water should be fine”…
Wrapped in dense murderous intent, Huang Jin gritted his teeth. He fumbled around for a while, grabbed the carving knife on the table, and slashed hard towards the part where his thoughts were most focused.
"laugh."
The blade slashed across Lu Guangzu's throat.
The wound wasn't too deep, but it was fatal. Unfortunately, none of them noticed - Lu Guangzu shook his body numbed by alcohol and rushed towards Huang Jin again. The murderous intent in half the room continued. Huang Jin was pinned to the ground. He gripped the carving knife tightly and stroked randomly towards the darkness.
Half a minute passed, blood kept splattering, and the debris in the basement was knocked to pieces by the two. Lu Guangzu stumbled and fell to the ground, and the sweet smell in the air gradually overwhelmed the smell of wine.
With the loss of blood, Lu Guangzu's thoughts gradually became weaker. He seemed to want to say something, and kept making uh-huh sounds from his mouth.
This was the first time Huang Jin saw Lu Guangzu's face.
At this moment, Lu Guangzu only had a thin layer of thoughts left on his body. They lay on his face hard and slowly, like frozen centipedes.
"Cold"... "Am I going to die?"...
"That fool"... "I carry a 'life debt' from the Sinking Society"... "They will catch him"... "He will only die more miserably"...
The last thoughts fell silent, like snowflakes disappearing on the skin. The black tide receded completely, revealing the body in the pool of blood.
died
what to do
Huang Jin stood in the middle of a pool of blood, his head buzzing. The carved knife was covered in blood and became sticky and slippery.
Call the police? To be honest, he is not afraid of going to jail, but think about the thoughts he will see in prison...
But if the body is removed, Sinking will not be able to collect the life debt, and will also search for traces of Lu Guangzu...
Huang Jin's lips were numb, his limbs were weak, and the nausea of his first murder lingered - even though he tried his best to escape from the whirlpool, he fell deeper and deeper into the whirlpool. At the age of twenty-five.
He wore another face and another debt.
Huang Jin strolled along the coastline-like streets. He passed through waves of gray and black thoughts, walking through the streets and alleys during the day, and the tile eaves of the ghost market at night, selling all kinds of spiritual weapons he made.
He learned to get in touch with Lu Guangzu's old friends and imitate Lu Guangzu better. He also learned to go in and out of the ghost market and hide himself in the darkness. He even learned to distinguish the production level of spiritual weapons - he knew that his skills were definitely top-notch.
But he only felt more and more tired.
Now he has a dead man's face on his face, a murder charge on his back, and the Sinking Society's debts are getting bigger and bigger. Such "self-protection" seems to be meaningless.
Living didn't seem that interesting, although his instinct made him want to live. But thinking about it carefully, he doesn't seem to have any nostalgia for anything.
Huang Jin was sitting on the flower bed on the street. He raised his eyes and looked at the sky. There is no thick and crowded black thoughts all over the ground, and the sky looks particularly clean. If he was just like that—
Before he could finish his thought, the sky turned dark for him.
Huang Jin: "?"
Someone's thoughts buried his entire body. Huang Jin was submerged by the tide for the third time in his life.
Huang Jin subconsciously retracted his body and almost touched the carving knife with his hand.
But taking a closer look, it seems that's not the case. The trend this time is a bit strange. It's not murderous or malicious, but something almost comical -
"It's over, I'm going to be late" "The weather is really nice" "The birds chirp very nicely, what kind are they?" "I'll cook sweet rice porridge tonight" "I have to write a new song! I need to write down this inspiration"...
Why would anyone have such a strong will to think about these boring things
Huang Jin turned his head and looked at the extraordinarily huge black cocoon of thoughts in the crowd... No, it was probably more like a black tornado of thoughts than the black cocoon.
The tornado rolled past him and landed on the ground with a bang. A blind man's crutch rolled away and stopped at Huang Jin's feet.
The minds of the people around them reacted immediately, and the black runes flowed—
"A blind man deserves it for walking so fast" "The figure is okay" "This woman is really careless"...
Tornado didn't take it seriously. She was still carrying those extremely boring thoughts, but there was an additional "Ouch, it hurts" that was jumping around in it.
Huang Jin looked down at the crutch.
He picked it up and patted the boring tornado: "Hey, it's your thing."
"Oh oh oh, thank you." A very happy female voice came from the tornado, "Would you like this? We are holding a concert at the bar tonight, and you can sign up for my name for free!"
She happily handed over a flyer from a nearby bar, and runes of "Thank you to the enthusiasts" began to float around her.
"My name is Ding Lizi," she said.
"Finished?" Fu Xingchuan knocked on the table and looked at Huang Jin on the interrogation chair.
The demon-painted skin on his face has not yet been removed, but his expression has completely changed - there is no longer the arrogance of "pretending to be Lu Guangzu" on his face, nor the fear of facing Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng's words, only nervousness and worry.
"It's just like what they said in the report." Huang Jin stared at a point in the void, "I became friends with Ding Lizi, and then she disappeared and I went to report the crime. The report had no results, so I pretended to be the real culprit so that Investigate with all your strength immediately.”
Although he didn't know what those two men had done, his initial expectations were fulfilled - the real murderer proved his existence and made a big mistake.
And he finally had the chance to confess everything.
Fu Xingchuan snorted: "You..."
"You want to ask me, why don't I use Huang Jin's identity to pretend to be the murderer?"
Huang Jin smiled bitterly: "I reported the case on her behalf, and this relationship is easy to investigate. If the murderer notices this, I'm not sure what he will do to her."
"It's quite an interesting ability." Fu Xingchuan touched his chin, "Since you can see it, I'm not polite - my God, I haven't seen such a fool in many years."
Huang Jin: “…”
"But being stupid also has its advantages." Fu Xingchuan commented with a smile, "At least in order to frame you, our murderer exposed his crime methods and characteristics, and also let the two victims go."
Lu Yuanyuan, Fan Yong, Liang Caihong, Ding Lizi... Now, they can completely confirm the identities of four of the seven.
For police, this was enough intelligence to make a breakthrough.
Looking over Fu Xingchuan's shoulder, Huang Jin looked at Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng who were not far away.
"...Actually, that day, the complete idea I saw was this." He raised his head and looked at the ceiling filled with lights.
"Lu Yuanyuan, being the first one, is a bit eye-catching, but the finished product works well. No one is looking for the next six people, so I feel a lot more relaxed."
"My chair is falling apart. I want to replace it with a beanbag. I need to find a better person."
"That blind woman is noisy, but the degree of completion is extremely high. Should I throw it away?"
"Okay, take it easy." Fu Xingchuan patted the table, "Come on, use your ability on the right path - since you are friends with Ding Lizi, you should understand her thinking mode. In this case, what is she most likely to think? ?”
Fu Xingchuan threw a tablet in front of Huang Jin: "Write them all down one by one."
Huang Jin looked hard at Fu Xingchuan - whether intentionally or not, Fu Xingchuan entered a high-speed thinking state. Those thoughts were moving so fast that it was difficult for him to see clearly.
"Stop looking, hurry up, do you want to find your friend?" Fu Xingchuan noticed his little movement and chuckled.
Huang Jin pursed his lips and started typing quickly on the tablet.
"Minister, what should we do?" Yin Ren raised his hand cheerfully, "Now that 'Lu Guangzu' is not Lu Guangzu, we have no work to do."
"Then rest for two days." Fu Xingchuan glanced at the two of them, "Oh, by the way, don't talk about this everywhere, we have to take it out to walk the murderer."
Yin Ren put down his hand with satisfaction. The master saves worry, he doesn't need to point out anything extra.
The next day, Shi'an released the investigation results that "Lv Guangzu was not the real culprit in this case" and claimed that the case required further investigation.
During the auction time of the ghost pawn shop, the external encrypted chat room reacted again.
In fact, shortly after giving the address drawn by the person, the person started trying to contact them. Before the news was revealed, the two of them took a look at each other while eating, and had already known the real murderer for two days.
[winner99: Where?]
[skinship:?]
Zhong Cheng put on his beloved nightcap, took a sip of hot milk, and typed on the keyboard leisurely. This person was surrounded by three ghosts, Yin Ren, Hu Tao and Lu Tanfei. The scene was indescribable for the moment.
Lu Tanfei stared at the computer screen fiercely. He couldn't even maintain his human form, his eight legs and feet moved around anxiously, and the ghost almost made the room temperature drop by two or three degrees.
[winner99: Do you want to break your promise?]
[Skinship: Who broke his promise? Why did Shi'an suddenly announce that Lu Guangzu was not the murderer?]
[Skinship: It took me two or three days to clean up. You must have noticed that the momentum was wrong and wanted to blame this bad debt on me.]
[winner99: I have absolutely dealt with all the evidence]
[winner99: Anyway, I gave the work, and our transaction is still valid. I don’t need you to answer my previous questions, I want to change the conditions]
[Skinship: What are the conditions?]
[winner99: I will produce another work, let me know who you are. You already know something about me, don't you?]
[Skinship: That’s your problem. To me, this deal isn’t worth it.]
[winner99: Okay, if things go well, I can also teach you the preservation skills]
[winner99: As you can see, I need a trustworthy hand now]
(End of chapter)