The old man noticed that his mouth opened uncontrollably and said, "Xiao Liu made a mistake in a moment of confusion. The misfortune has already happened and he can't get himself involved."
All the thoughts in my mind came out.
The old man's sagging facial muscles began to twist, and then he revealed a sinister smile.
"hehe… "
It was scary to hear a woman's voice coming from the mouth of an old man in his fifties or sixties.
There was a gust of cold wind in the alley.
The old man screamed miserably, his skinny body leaned against the wall, and then fell to the ground. His face was pale and his pants smelled even stronger.
Zhang Qi looked at the old man's chest, which was slightly rising and falling: "He's not dead, he just fainted."
"Damn it!" Zhang Qi was indignant and cursed.
It is unknown whether Liu Zhi is dead or alive now, but one thing is certain, the evil spirit did not kill this old man with distorted values.
We are all experienced taskers and know the ins and outs here. Evil spirits are also subject to the constraints and management of rules. To put it bluntly, they are just workers and cannot do whatever they want.
The boy in the couple got angrier and angrier as he thought about it. His emotions got out of control and he wanted to kick the old man to death.
"Calm down!" The girl hugged her boyfriend tightly. She tried to persuade him to calm down, but she couldn't do it herself. During the struggle, she kicked the old dog several times.
If you didn't call the police just because you were afraid of retaliation, it wouldn't be so disgusting.
Can a life be sacrificed by a moment of confusion
The girl screamed and pulled her boyfriend to the wall. Even evil spirits couldn't do whatever they wanted, so they were even less capable of that.
There is no absolute justice in this world. Not all bad guys get the punishment they deserve, and not all good guys live in peace and longevity.
The girl was suddenly knocked unconscious by a tsunami of despair. She loosened her arms around her boyfriend, and her hands dropped down, crying uncontrollably.
My boyfriend started crying too.
Life is so difficult without hope. Living is a practice.
Chen Yang looked at Zhang Qi who was wiping his tears with a slightly blurry vision, and he raised his head to look at the narrow sunlight.
Among the people in the alley, Chao Jian was the only one who remained unmoved. He raised his arm and covered Chen Yang's red eyes with his five fingers, his palms feeling hot and wet.
"Let's go," Chen Yang said hoarsely, "Let's go."
The old man on the ground was still unconscious. If he was frightened like this by the ghost of the female tourist under normal circumstances, he would have died of illness even if he had not been frightened to death.
Apparently, today is the first time.
Chen Yang somehow thought of Jiang Ren. Nothing happened in the village in the first year after his death, but strange things started to happen in the second year. He did not become a ghost after his death.
It is very likely that the female tourist was the same. She was originally just an ordinary ghost. Maybe she had been trapped in Guan Xiaoyun's house, and the resentment and obsession when Ye Yu died had intensified her.
Each evil spirit is the center point of the mission.
Chen Yang felt dizzy. When he got out, he would raise his threshold immediately. It was too low. His thoughts were too many and fragmented, without any focus. It didn't matter whether the female tourist was a fierce ghost from the beginning or she changed slowly. He had to think about it. Fuck.
What's important now is that the identity of the murderous ghost has been revealed and his background has been checked, but this has nothing to do with the first mission. They haven't found out who killed Ye Yu, Cheng Jin, and Guan Xiaoyun, nor do they know what those three people did.
Who are the “they” in the suicide note
A bright red flashed through Chen Yang’s mind; it was the red armband.
The group of people from the management office want to investigate. Liu Zhi is the main NPC and is related to the second mission. It is not easy to start with, but you can get close to other people.
Chen Yang cooked a few dishes at noon. The hot steam hit his face and he felt sad.
Yes, it takes a while to feel sad even when serving a meal.
Chen Yang pressed down the white rice on the bowl, added a spoonful of it, and then handed it to Chao Jian.
"Where is Brother Qi? Brother Qi?!" Chen Yang shouted into the living room.
Zhang Qi fell asleep on the sofa. He sat up dazedly, feeling sore all over and having no energy.
"Brother, don't serve me food. I don't want to eat. I just want to drink some wine and eat some food." Zhang Qi grabbed his head and walked into the kitchen, his shoes rubbing in a dragging rhythm on the floor tiles.
Chen Yang then poured the half-filled rice back into the pot: "Okay, I won't fill it anymore. You can fill it up when you want to eat."
It’s cold, the food cools down quickly, and the dishes on the table are cooling down.
"Brother, have you noticed that the physical sensation in the mission world is no different from the real world?" Zhang Qi opened the white wine he bought on the way here. "It's the same in every world."
"The key is to pass the level. If you don't, you'll die. Oh, I feel like there's no hope." Zhang Qi naggled as he poured wine for Chen Yang, "Is this enough?"
"Enough, enough." Chen Yang's eyes fell on Zhang Qi's graying temples, "Brother Qi, you are too worried."
Zhang Qi drank most of the glass of wine in one gulp and added more wine to the glass while coughing.
Chen Yang sighed in his heart. The dead wife and children were the deepest scar in Zhang Qi's life. He leaned close to Chao Jian's ear, but before he could say anything, he heard the other party say, "I don't know."
"Do you know what I want to ask you?" Chen Yang did not give up.
Chao Jian: "Did Zhang Qi reset it a second time?"
Chen Yang was speechless: "... How well do you know me?"
Chao Jian paused as he was picking up food. He was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know."
This answer made Chen Yang's heart ache. He put down the wine glass in his hand and frowned.
His feet were kicked under the table. Chen Yang looked up and Zhang Qi, who was sitting opposite him, asked him with his mouth: "What happened? Did you have a fight?"
Chen Yang shook his head. He told Zhang Qi to eat some vegetables, as drinking on an empty stomach was bad for the stomach.
"It doesn't matter if you get sick in the mission world, as long as you can return with a breath left." Zhang Qi didn't care. "Stomach discomfort is nothing." He took a sip of wine and bared his teeth. "Brother, drink up."
Chen Yang lit a cigarette and took a puff. After the taste of nicotine blended into his saliva, he drank some wine, which was extremely spicy.
"Brother Qi, this wine has a high alcohol content." Chen Yang said, "Drink less."
Zhang Qi responded but kept the cup in his hand.
"Ye Yu and the others were killed by Liu Zhi, right?" Zhang Qi's cheekbones were red and his breath was full of alcohol. "I'll tell you the story."
"The female tourist came into Liu Zhi's dream and said she wanted to participate in the tourism festival. Liu Zhi was very scared, so he tried to find a way to fulfill her last wish. Ye Yu and the other two did something for money, or they were about to do it, and that thing would affect the holding of the tourism festival, so Liu Zhi killed them."
"Do you think it's reasonable?" Zhang Qi burped and put a piece of shredded silk into his mouth with chopsticks.
Chen Yang pointed out a point that didn’t make sense. If Liu Zhi was the one who killed him, then the suicide note would have said “he targeted me” instead of “them”.
Zhang Qi waved the hand holding the chopsticks: "That means Liu Zhi abused his power and dragged down other people in the management office."
Chen Yang puffed out smoke with his eyelids drooping. He thought for a while: "I also suspect that it was someone from the management office who killed him, but as for the motive..."
"Let's check again. I don't think it's that simple." Chen Yang ate the fish belly white that Chao Jian had picked for him, and said incoherently, "Brother Qi, don't forget that we still have a second mission."
"Isn't the second task to ensure public security during the tourism festival?" Zhang Qi said without hesitation.
Chen Yang did not respond. His intuition told him that this was not the case.
Chao Jian hardly spoke a word during the meal. He did not participate in any topic, but his presence did not diminish at all.
Zhang Qi looked at him many times, watching him serve Chen Yang.
The way an old couple get along with each other and the bubbles of passionate love, these two things can appear together.
After Zhang Qi drank a lot, he started talking nonsense. He called his wife and asked her to get a towel for him so that he could wipe his face.
When Zhang Qi came to his senses, he was already in a state of exhaustion. He staggered away from the dining table, waved away Chen Yang's hand, and went to the bathroom alone.
After a while, crying sounds were heard from the bathroom.
Chen Yang drank all the remaining wine in the glass and reached for the bottle.
Chao Jian stopped him: "Stop drinking."
Chen Yang struggled and said, "Have another drink."
"Brother, you are drunk. How are you going to complete the task in the afternoon?" Chao Jian leaned close to his ear and reminded him.
"Just don't get drunk." Chen Yang made a swearing gesture, "I promise I won't get drunk."
Chao Jian remained indifferent.
"Let me drink. I'm emotional and I can't control it without drinking." Chen Yang shook Jian's arm, "Good brother."
Chao Jian was stunned and dumbfounded: "Okay."
Chen Yang quickly reached for the wine glass and poured the wine. When Chao Jian came to his senses, Chen Yang had already squinted his eyes and his cheeks were flushed.
When Chen Yang said he wasn't drunk, he really wasn't drunk. He soberly lit up his second cigarette since returning from lunch and helped Zhang Qi, who was drunk as a pulp, to the bed next to him.
After that, Chen Yang stood beside the bed, smoking one cigarette after another. His experience in the rehabilitation center was both real and fake, and the dividing line was when he woke up.
The more than two years of coma were fake, that was his reset in area B. The moment he opened his eyes on the bed in area A was the moment he started again.
During the more than half a year of recovery after waking up, except for imagining the name "Sun Wenjun" as his former fake name "Li Yue", and bringing in the combined appearance of him and Chao Jian, and thinking of the caregiver Ajiu who took care of him as Chao Jian, everything else was real, such as Xiangdong's suicide, Sun Wenjun's encouragement and companionship, and Zhang Qi's help to him.
He started working on his mission on the day he was discharged from the hospital, and his contact with Zhang Qi became less frequent. They hadn't met since the second half of last year, but they are still friends, old friends.
Chen Yang admired Wu Yu. She could become estranged from her parents as per the rules set for her, and isolate herself regardless of the real experiences and emotions after the reset. But he couldn't do that.
Xiang Zimu understood the reset as past and present life. Chen Yang accepted everything in this life. His family affection was derived from love, and he cared about the few people related by friendship.
Chen Yang wanted to wipe Zhang Qi's face, but as soon as he turned around, Chao Jian brought the basin to him.
This is no longer as simple as the worms in the stomach. Chen Yang watched Chao Jian throw the wet towel on Zhang Qi's face and rub it a few times like a big brush.
"Don't look at me like that." Chao Jian had no expression on his face and his voice was cold. "I can't let you wipe another man's face."
Chen Yang walked over to Chao Jian and rubbed his chin against his broad shoulder: "Have you wiped my face?"
"Wipe it." Chao Jian threw the towel into the basin.
Seeing that Zhang Qi still couldn't wake up and was snoring loudly, Chen Yang pulled out the quilt and put it on him, then pulled Chao Jian out.
"I'm asking you." Chen Yang suddenly had an idea, "If I don't like you after the reset, what are you going to do?"
"No matter how it was in the past, I don't remember it now, and I can't recall it with you. If I don't like you, then you will only be a poor patient to me." You may even feel that kind of feeling is terrible, want to escape, and don't want to face it. If the emotions are not connected, the city of love will lack structure.
Chao Jian went to the living room to clean up the dishes: "If you don't like me, it doesn't matter, I will still take you to the end."
"We've got plenty of time to get outside the finish line." His tone was neither fast nor slow, and he seemed very calm.
"What if I fall in love with someone else?"
Before Chen Yang finished speaking, Chao Jian turned his head to look at him, with a dark storm in his eyes, "Don't drink in the future. You deserve to drink if you drink."
Chen Yang: "..." He subconsciously grabbed Chao Jian who wanted to leave him, "Where are you going?"
"Take medicine." Chao Jian said coldly, his breathing full of restraint.
Chen Yang sighed: "What medicine are you taking? Take me."
Chao Jian's back felt numb and his throat trembled rapidly several times. His hot and trembling hands touched Chen Yang's waist. The soft and tough touch made his scalp tremble.
There are outsiders at home, so I can only go to the bathroom. What position should I use? I should go behind him and put my hands in front to cover my brother's mouth.
Zhang Qi woke up in the afternoon, feeling weak, so he lay down at Chen Yang's house to rest.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian went to Cheng Jin's place. The ghost that A Yuan and the others encountered this morning was him. He was the only one who could fix his own flush toilet. He was a very careful person and was afraid of wasting water even after his death.
When Chen Yang went there, a strange lady opened the door for him. She was holding a used diaper in her hand.
"Who are you looking for?" the eldest sister asked in a loud voice.
Chen Yang said gently: "I'm looking for Mrs. Cheng."
"There's no Mrs. Cheng here..." The eldest sister stopped talking and said, "You're talking about Cheng Jin's wife!"
Chen Yang smiled and nodded.
"What's Mrs. Cheng? She was so elegant and pretentious. I didn't realize it. I thought I went to the wrong door." The eldest sister went to the balcony to wash diapers and pointed in the direction of a room. "She's lying in there."
Chen Yang asked in a polite tone: "Sister, who are you?"
"I live next door to her." The eldest sister's voice came from the balcony, "There are no elderly people in her family, and I don't know where the baby's father is, so I came here to help."
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows. What a nice neighbor. Two seconds later, he heard the eldest sister mutter, "Three thousand a month, even the worst nanny can't be hired. I'm only doing it for the sake of our neighborhood..."
Oh, for money.