Evil As Humans

Chapter 63: melody

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Hearing the door opening, Huang Jin raised his head weakly.

He saw a particularly orderly mass of thoughts.

Those thoughts were neatly arranged and rotated precisely, forming a perfect black sphere, like a mysterious machine that was beyond the current era. Looking at the outermost thoughts of that person, he was probably here to help.

The indoor surveillance camera shows a different scene.

The visitor was a tall, thin, middle-aged man wearing a gray shirt. His thin shoulders reminded people of a weathered cliff. His collar was wrinkle-free, and he wore an outdated tie. The name "Li Nian" was written on his badge on his chest.

He sat down opposite Huang Jin, with a table full of waste paper and a tablet computer with a cracked screen between them.

"Li Nian." The man's self-introduction was very simple.

Huang Jin rolled his bloodshot eyes and looked at Li Nian silently.

"You are not a practitioner, and you don't have any special abilities." Huang Jin said without any anger in his tone, "I don't want to chat with anyone right now."

"Aimless thinking will not produce any results. I have read the materials you submitted, and they are no different from gambling," Professor Li commented bluntly.

Huang Jin stared at the tornado of thoughts.

Ding Lizi was very happy.

Why do you work so hard

I don’t know why, but the impression of those “good guys” makes Huang Jin a little irritated.

The bar was crowded with people, and all kinds of thoughts were surging wildly, gathering around him into a chaotic sea. Huang Jin found a quiet corner, took a bottle of beer, and drank it slowly, sip by sip.

With luck, they could exchange for a few more bottles of wine, he thought.

So he went to the pub with the flyer.

Before Huang Jin could even open his mouth to refute, his tired brain had already started working.

The most striking moment...

"Put aside the jumbled thoughts you see. Now tell me the three moments when she spoke most vividly to you."

"Actually, I can make some gadgets that can help you change your luck." Huang Jin used his most familiar rhetoric, "Your life is not going well now, you just need to transfer a little bit of your future luck to you—"

The happy melody and lyrics kept echoing in it, and the intense emotions enveloped them. She sang with all her might, as if this was the most important concert in the world.

Huang Jin sorted out his mother's belongings. Among them were a lot of Braille textbooks. He stared at them for a while and thought of one that might be useful.

Huang Jin put down the empty bottle and left the bar in silence.

Huang Jin looked away with a lack of interest.

There was no grace in his movements; they seemed rough and matter-of-fact.

The first scene might be the day I stepped into the bar.

Next came Ding Lizi, with her eye-catching tornado of thoughts.

When the song ended, Ding Lizi smiled widely and waved vigorously to the audience, as if she was greeting someone.

Under the dim light of the bar, Huang Jin read the slowly spinning torrent of thoughts. It was still those boring and trivial dramas, mixed with the faint echo of "good people".

"Good man, are you listening—?"

The two had a drink in a corner of the bar.

"The rent has increased by another 80 yuan." "He is a good man." "Can I get my salary back from the customer service?" "He is a good man." "The bar business is not good recently." "I have to find a new job next month."...

"Shua."

When the waiter brought the snacks, Huang Jin reflexively adjusted the position of Ding Lizi's cup. After taking care of his mother for many years, some reactions have become habits.

Ding Lizi's voice is not outstanding. She picked up a guitar and sang by herself. Her voice was very clean and full of emotion. It is said that she wrote the song herself.

Huang Jin did not say anything back. He seemed to have lost even the energy to be angry and just kept writing and drawing mechanically.

"You fucking—"

"I don't know where to buy these. There are so many second-hand ones online that are so expensive." She said happily, "Thank you, you helped me a lot!"

"Don't rely too much on your own abilities. She must be very special to you if you can do such a stupid thing as falsely surrendering for her."

It seems that Miss Ding's heart is as blind as her eyes.

Professor Li tore away his draft paper.

At first, Huang Jin was not very interested in Ding Lizi, but there was free food at the concert and he needed it.

The most striking moment

Huang Jin grabbed the draft paper at hand and unconsciously crumpled it into a ball. There was a terrifying persuasiveness in Li Nian's words - this person was obviously very sure of what he was doing and believed that he was right.

Under the spotlight, the man on the stage was singing a love song with deep emotion. His thoughts were like a pile of rotten mud, quickly revolving around "seeing several beauties" and "which one should I do today".

Huang Jin started to repeat the good guys, good guys, good guys in the tornado of thoughts. He found it a little ridiculous—he had a human skin on his face and was closely connected with the Sinking Society, yet he could actually be associated with a “good guy” one day.

Second clip.

"No need." Ding Lizi said with a smile.

Ding Lizi was stunned and said nothing.

Li Nian's tone was as firm as ever. He clasped his hands together and unconsciously rubbed the wedding ring on his hand.

But the audience was more concerned about the so-called "strange sick eyes" than the singing. The audience was buzzing with people talking to each other and snapping photos. From time to time, dirty or curious thoughts would come to the stage, rushing over like a tide.

"I know my situation is not good and it will be hard to get better in the future." She said in a relaxed tone, "It's no use."

Huang Jin's hand holding the wine glass froze for a moment. In that instant, he seemed to see another self.

"Then why are you so..." So desperate

The smile in Ding Lizi's voice dimmed for a moment: "People have to live. Even if I am drowning and struggling, I want to survive in the most beautiful way."

This time, she read his heart.

"Let's not talk about that. I'm in the happiest moment of my life now. Cheers—"

Maybe he was drunk, Huang Jin knocked his wine glass on the table and thought vaguely.

"Are you stupid?" he said, "Luckiest? Just for a few books?"

"No," she said with a smile, "because I met Mr. Nice Man."

"Mr. Nice Guy" again, this time she said it directly. Huang Jin put down his glass silently, and his irritability became stronger.

"I wonder if Mr. Good Man has any more Braille materials," Huang Jin lowered her eyes, her thoughts jumping around the table, "If so, I'll get them once I've saved enough money..."

"I have a lot more information," he blurted out. "How about this, I won't charge you. I'll give you the books and you teach me to play the guitar."

He regretted it as soon as he said it, as if he had given up a good opportunity to make money.

The Thinking Tornado paused for a moment, then began to spin happily again: "Great!"

The third clip.

"Look, this is a video of my niece. Isn't she cute?"

"Why do you always show me these?" This person can't even see himself, he can only hear at best.

"Because you seem unhappy all the time." Ding Lizi said, "Let's be friends, right? I want to help too."

"It's no use trying these things. My eyes are not good either."

Huang Jin fiddled with the guitar in his arms and didn't look at Ding Lizi's phone.

"I have a genetic disease that prevents me from seeing people clearly. I can only make out faces in photos," he said truthfully.

Ding Lizi didn't have many friends anyway, so she had no one to talk to - she was working so hard to make a living that she didn't have much time for socializing. Even their meetings were essentially lectures tied to compensation.

"You can only recognize faces in photos?" Ding Lizi gasped.

Huang Jin didn't raise his head: "Yeah."

For some reason, as they got along, he gradually became unwilling to care about Ding Lizi's thoughts.

Especially about yourself.

Ding Lizi didn't ask any more questions. She quickly took Huang Jin's phone and awkwardly activated the camera. She slipped behind Huang Jin—

"Crack!"

Huang Jin had never seen such a bad group photo.

The angle was very bad, the characters were distorted, and the photo was a bit blurry. The background was a simple private room in the bar, with uncollected garbage scattered on the floor. Ding Lizi smiled a bit exaggeratedly, and half of his face simply disappeared at the edge of the photo.

They looked absolutely stupid.

"I look like this, remember it," she said cheerfully, "but it's a pity that I can't see you."

Huang Jin: “…”

His thumb paused on the delete button, but he didn't press it. After a few seconds, he put the phone away and said, "Continue teaching me to play the guitar."

Today she taught him a new song, the melody soft and warm, enough to give him a tingling sensation like a burn.

"Please help me play the song. I want to concentrate on writing the lyrics." Ding Lizi smiled shyly. "When the song is finished, I will give it to a very good friend."

Huang Jin paused: "A very good friend?"

He suddenly hated the song even more.

"I'll tell you next time!" Ding Lizi smiled, "You learn to play this song first, and I'll try to sing along next time."

Then she began to hum along with the melody, seemingly trying to think of the right lyrics.

A gentle tornado swept across Huang Jin's feet.

Learning guitar was not a big deal, and Huang Jin had no interest in music. But he would wipe the guitar, tidy up the messy sofa under the guitar, and then clean the dirty floor.

Finally, the whole room.

Guitar lessons became an anchor that was neither too heavy nor too light—a wonderful chain that allowed him to endure a song he didn't like. With it, he was willing to at least live to another day.

But they don't have a "next time".

When Huang Jin came to the bar again with his guitar on his back, the news of "Ding Lizi resigned" came crashing down on him.

Huang Jin returned to his residence. He had sorted out the Braille books and wrapped them neatly. He stroked the books in confusion and called Ding Lizi.

Turn off the phone. Turn off the phone. Turn off the phone. He walked out of the door silently, returned to the street where they first met, and called Ding Lizi again.

Still turned off.

Huang Jin exited the call interface and casually opened the photo album. In the empty album, there was only that poorly taken photo.

Ding Lizi didn't have much stuff, and she carried her guitar in a backpack, leaving no trace. She had no close friends, and no one cared about her leaving.

No one cares? Huang Jin took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He took a taxi and went to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Two weeks later, Huang Jin dripped the blood he accidentally obtained into the mortar, prepared human incense, and took out Lu Guangzu's painted skin from the drawer.

He called the police, and the police recorded the case in a good manner, but Huang Jin knew that they would definitely not treat it as an emergency case.

Would things have been different if the murderer had instigated the case himself and made it known to everyone in the metaphysical community

I must be crazy, Huang Jin thought. They were just casual friends, why would I do this

To this day, he still has no answer.

"Maybe I just..."

At this moment, opposite Li Nian, Huang Jin's eyes gradually became red.

"Maybe I'm just curious about the unfinished song."

Professor Li didn't say much, he closed his eyes and thought for a long time. Then he made a phone call and a brand new guitar was sent to him.

Huang Jin stared at the other person in a daze.

Professor Li dialed a number, switched to speakerphone, and placed the call in front of Huang Jin.

"Miss Ding is a very interesting person." He said softly, "Maybe she is also worried about the same thing. Let me listen to that song."

"Impossible!" Huang Jin blurted out, "She must be in great pain now..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly fell silent.

[Even if I have to struggle and drown, I want to be the most beautiful.]

This was not the first time she had felt pain.

Maybe that friend was really important to her and could at least alleviate her despair a little.

Under Professor Li's gaze, Huang Jin picked up the guitar with trembling hands. Played jerkily.

She had taught him only once, and his memory was already fading, and he played the instrument only sporadically.

The discordant melody echoed through the receiver into a room on a certain floor. In the darkness, countless screens on the big bed kept flashing, reflecting constantly changing images.

"Go on." A voice came from the other end of the receiver.

Huang Jin closed his eyes.

He seemed to be sitting on the stage of a small bar. She was beside him, singing cleanly and with emotion. In the darkness, something huge stood quietly below the stage, listening carefully.

Huang Jin knows himself very well.

For example, he doesn't like this world, for example, he has never been a good person... for example, he actually likes this song very much.

His life was a mess, his life was full of blemishes. He could not escape from that dark vortex, he was still a rat in the gutter, but it didn't matter.

At this moment, he is performing the most important performance in the world.

His finger was cut by the guitar string, and blood dripped from it. From trembling to stable, from jerky to skilled.

It was a very gentle and firm melody.

"So that's how it is. No wonder her thoughts are always in a cycle."

A strange voice sighed.

"She's here, singing."

From misalignment to overlap. That thought flows over and over again like warm water, in harmony with the sound of the guitar. It repeats over and over again, gently washing the broken space.

"Thinking, positioning completed, start synchronous calculation."

That strange voice came from the phone again.

"Shangguang District, Fanhua Street, Waste Warehouse, West Warehouse."

Huang Jin didn't stop playing, he didn't raise his head, and his body was trembling slightly.

"…Is she okay?"

"She's fine, she's here, singing her heart out," the voice on the other end of the phone replied.

"She was late, she thought."

"She thought, this is a song for Mr. Nice Guy."

"The case report came out so quickly." Yin Ren muttered.

The next evening, Yin Ren was sitting at the dining table. When the case report email came, he was writing a work report from the day before yesterday with a bitter face, while Zhong Cheng, wearing the "dangerous person" apron, was serving chicken salad to the table.

"The remaining victims have all been found. They were hidden by Bai Yongji in a warehouse in Shangguang District. The warehouse was fully concealed."

When it was discovered, one of the guitars was still playing by itself, playing a faint but beautiful melody.

The report stated that Shian has determined a treatment plan. With the help of professionals, the victim is expected to recover. However, considering the victim's physical and mental health, the memory of this experience will be erased.

No one died except Bai Yongji himself.

Bai Yongji was exposed by the police and the police. He had contacted the victims through his work in the media and was very skilled in his methods. Afterwards, his plan to frame the "accomplice" and keep the pollutants was exposed.

"This guy had formal counseling, and the counselor told him to surround himself with positive people."

Yin Ren sighed. This Mr. Bai's way of understanding was truly unique.

Later, Bai Yongji came into contact with Lu Guangzu and learned about the existence of the "Sinking Society". He apparently did not seek help from any police friends, but went to the Sinking Society in a serious manner.

However, he thinks that wishing to perfect his murder technique is more "relieving" than wishing to save the project.

Considering the serious nature of the case, the Haigu City Police contacted the police in Country X, where Bai Yongji had studied, to ask them to determine whether there were any similar missing persons cases.

Huang Jin was detained in Shih-an for Lu Guangzu's murder case, awaiting further investigation. With Yin Ren's permission, Lu Tan hurried to Shih-an to accompany Lu Yuanyuan.

Everything seems to be settled, except...

"Shi An didn't report Bai Yongji's strange abilities or the mysterious sniper."

Yin Ren turned to the last page and looked up in confusion.

"It probably exceeds our permission to view." Lord Yan untied his apron, his face calm.

"Oh." Yin Ren glanced at the dog stuff that had ended up in the trash can for the second time - this time it was sent back by Shi An, and Zhong Cheng said that potassium permanganate was even mixed into the cleaning water.

This phone has been on 1% battery for a whole day.

"The salad isn't enough. I'll go out and buy something." Yin Ren stood up, trying to avoid the rest of the work.

"Go ahead." Zhong Cheng said as he picked up a piece of chicken breast in vinegar sauce and chewed it slowly.

This person knew his identity as a dangerous evil creature and made another shocking confession, but his attitude towards him did not change at all - as usual, Zhong Cheng said he even remembered to prepare a bottle of chili sauce for him.

Instead, Yin Ren felt a little uncomfortable.

At one point, he even wanted to separate himself from Zhong Chengshuo. However, Lord Yan was used to big storms, so this little trick would not scare him.

The Ghost King turned the bottle of chili sauce sadly and said to Zhong Cheng who was eating politely out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm going to destroy the world," he said.

"Go ahead and come back before 11pm." Zhong Cheng said calmly.

Yin Ren: “Oh.”

He ignored the security guards following behind him and staggered to the cold noodle stand. The owner of the stand saw a regular customer and started working: "Two servings?"

"One serving." Yin Ren said listlessly, "I don't have a good appetite today."

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Didn't your wife like the stewed pears we made two days ago?" The eldest grandfather said in a sneer.

The stone he lifted the day before yesterday hit his foot today, and Yin Ren choked. It seemed a little too late to correct the old man's thoughts now.

"I didn't buy it," Yin Ren stared at the chicken shredded noodles dimly, "and he kicked me out."

The eldest master had a look on his face that showed him how he was doing: "Young people quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. It doesn't matter! Young man, you are so handsome, your wife will not want to let you go."

"I hope he only likes my face." Yin Ren took the noodle absentmindedly.

After getting the cold noodles, Yin Ren pondered for a few seconds. This time, he dragged two sensible tails and entered the stew shop smoothly. The stewed pears on the menu picture were crystal clear and tempting. Yin Ren sniffed it carefully and didn't smell any spoiled smell.

The materials are good, it's a conscientious shop.

Zhong Cheng said that he didn't need to worry about that. Not to mention whether to bring food or not, even if Yin Ren threw his head all over the living room, Zhong Cheng said he would just ask him to pay attention to hygiene. His identity as an evil creature that was supposed to be used to "scare" people seemed to be a weird plus point for that person.

Realizing this, Yin Ren felt subtly depressed.

"Two stewed pears." Lord Ghost King ordered listlessly, "Put less rock sugar and more white fungus in one."

In the room filled with the aroma of stew, Yin Ren poked the dog and began to type quietly - Zhong Cheng's brain circuit was unknown, and the enemy with strange power was also unknown. He suddenly felt that the latter was easier to deal with.

[What is that sniper?]

[Siren: I don’t know!!!]It’s obviously still mad about the treatment it received in the trash can.

Yin Ren didn't want to argue with it: [Is it the "evil spirit" defined by humans? ]

[Siren: No!!!]

Yin Ren continued patiently: [According to your definition, what is the strength of a sniper?]

The dog was silent. It was silent longer than ever before.

[Siren: Medium-strong.]After a long time, it said.

[Siren: "Evil Spirit" is no match for it at all.]

[Siren: Don't become an enemy of it.]

Volume 4: Spirit Files

(End of this chapter)