Chapter 59 Time passed by, second by second. He could say he cherished the present moment immensely. Looking at his mother, he always...
Time passed by, and he cherished each day. Looking at his mother, he always felt a little lost.
He doesn't need to avenge his mother; the person who killed her has already been executed by the police. All he needs to do now is hide his mother.
But now there's no need to be so careful; no matter how well things are recreated, they're still fake. They just look exactly like the real thing. Driving back and forth in the traffic, finally the green light came on, and he started walking towards the school. In any case, the place where he woke up was the school, and the truth would be found here.
Everything here is fake, but there are people in another world waiting for him to return, so he must go back.
He had just arrived at the school and put his things down when a person walked up to him in a long, brisk manner.
This is the person who stopped him yesterday—he looked at him in a daze. He didn't know why this person seemed so familiar, but he didn't know why. Why?
Although he was thinking this, his eyes still held a faint look, quietly waiting for his next words.
After all, he was self-aware enough to know he had no social skills whatsoever, so he must have something to ask him for. It couldn't be something as simple as having a meal together.
"Hey, Ye Shuoyan, have you forgotten what you promised the teacher?" Seeing his confused expression, Yi Sheng quickly realized that he really had forgotten.
He sighed helplessly, not angry that he had run off first yesterday. "So, Shuoyan, do you have time to come to your house with me today?"
"No." He wasn't surprised to hear Shuo Yan's resolute voice. He was about to try to persuade him again when he heard his next sentence.
"Not today, tomorrow." Hearing this, Yi Sheng was overjoyed and quickly agreed, afraid that he would change his mind. She repeatedly agreed, "Then it's settled, okay? You can't go back on your word."
Seeing Yi Sheng hurriedly back away, as if afraid he would change his mind, he sighed. There was no need.
He won't change his mind. The fact that he agreed to this before means that he had a way to deal with it back then. Moreover, since it was a classmate who came instead of a teacher, the degree of deception can be greatly increased.
He vaguely recalled that there were some extraordinary powers in this era, but they were basically only semi-public. If ordinary people were involved in such matters, they would simply sign confidentiality agreements.
But in every lifetime, he was just an ordinary person. However, due to his mother's special circumstances, he had some understanding of extraordinary powers. If there was anything different about him, it was his memory; he had an almost photographic memory.
On that day, when he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, he inexplicably opened the door.
Even before this, he had been warned to report any unusual situations immediately.
As soon as the door opened, her mother was standing there, covered in mud, holding a cake in her hand and anxiously trying to open the door with her keys.
Of course it couldn't be opened, because the policeman had kicked down his door that night, so they replaced it with a new, more secure door.
His mother seemed so normal that he could even deduce what she was saying.
He spoke softly, "It's okay, Mom, it's good that you're back... um... I've eaten... It's okay, Mom, I've eaten. The door? The door needs to be replaced, the lock might be broken. um, okay." After letting his mother in, he glanced outside to make sure no one was watching before slowly closing the door.
His mother looked perfectly normal if you ignored the head she was tucking under her armpit.
Realizing that his mother would be discovered sooner or later if things continued this way, he quickly took a series of measures.
He didn't move immediately, because that would arouse suspicion from anyone. He's still a minor, so many things are inconvenient for him to do.
Fortunately, his mother died from unnatural causes. Before that, she had purchased insurance because she was worried about unforeseen circumstances that might threaten his life. Furthermore, because his mother died due to supernatural powers, he received substantial compensation, ensuring he wouldn't have to worry about money for a long time.
He is currently a minor and should technically need a guardian, but the uncle who opened the door respected his wishes and went through the necessary procedures after confirming that he could take care of himself and learned that he wanted to live alone.
He knew there must be a reason why the policeman was so nice to him, and although he didn't know the reason, it didn't stop him from taking advantage of it.
To ensure a peaceful life afterward, he hid with his mother for a while. Once he was sure no one was watching him, he transferred schools, citing that he had been bullied because of his mother.
He quickly transferred to another school, and for the same reason, it was discovered that he had no parents. He was then harassed by the teachers. Then, someone leaked the news, and unsurprisingly, the same thing happened again at the previous school.
Unsurprisingly, his uncle soon found out about his affair and became furious.
Looking at the little boy with bruises all over his body, he felt incredibly guilty. As expected, he helped him hide the information and transferred him to a new school.
When the uncle offered to let him stay at his house if he wanted, he refused without hesitation.
The uncle looked bewildered. "Why? You're just a little kid living with me, so no one will bully you for that reason."
"Uncle, you've been very kind to me, I don't want to trouble you anymore. After all, we're not related, and if it's out of pity, there's no need for that. After all, you didn't kill my mother, did you?" The uncle looked at the little boy with such a serious expression and couldn't say anything.
But in the end, all he uttered was, "It's not because I pity you..."
In the end, he agreed, which allowed his plan to be implemented. Everything about him made sense. Because of the school violence, he transferred from school to school, and then they had to help him conceal his information so that no ordinary people could find his information. Because the impact of this matter was too great, he had to find a city where no one knew him to continue living, so his move was justified.
So he successfully settled his mother in a remote house.
After that, his mother rarely went out and mostly did things like "watching" TV, sleeping, and cooking.
He could keep a low profile at his new school; his grades weren't too high or too low to warrant special attention from the teachers.
The only problem is that the school this uncle found is indeed a good school, the teachers are good teachers, and the classmates are good classmates, but they pay too much attention to him.
They even wanted to do home visits, so the teachers never got to see the parents.
But it's not a big problem, since at least for now no one can investigate his information; these are just minor issues.
When school was over, he hesitated for a long time before dialing a number, "Hello..."
The call was answered quickly, and the person on the other end replied hastily but promptly. "What's wrong? Has something happened?"
In the real world, he wouldn't be so reckless, but since this isn't the real world, this is the fastest way to figure everything out.
"Um, may I see you?"
The other end quickly replied, "Okay, send me your location and I'll be right there."
He was right; the school his uncle had found for his safety must have been within his jurisdiction. That's why he was able to get there so quickly.
Soon, the director was sitting in a secluded coffee shop when his uncle, who had rushed over, arrived.
The uncle looked travel-worn and covered in dust; he looked much older than I had seen him in the years since.
"What's wrong? Did something happen at school again? Or are you short of money? You can tell me and I'll help you solve it." He seemed happy that the director had come to see him, without the slightest bit of impatience.
The director looked straight at him and said bluntly, "I want to know the truth about my mother."
The uncle was silent for a while before speaking, "You need to know that we have rules..."
"Is it a minor issue?" he interrupted. "There's already discussion about this online and around us, probably because the government is preparing to make it public. Besides, I'm a victim's family member in that case, and I have the right to know the truth."
The uncle hesitated, wanting to light a cigarette, but then put it down again, remembering that the person in front of him was still a minor. After much hesitation, he finally spoke, "Then come with me. You're right, I really have no reason to hide it anymore. I was too weak."
The director thought he would take him to some secret base or something, but to his surprise, he took him back to his home, passing through tall buildings and stopping in a rather inconspicuous place.
The director looked at the house. It was very ordinary, and you could tell at a glance that it was the home of a bachelor. From the outside, everything was very simple, with only the most basic living facilities.
They quickly got to the point and entered a basement where bookshelves were filled with rows and rows of videotapes, each labeled with a number.
He quickly stopped at a seemingly inconspicuous place, took out a videotape, and clearly saw that it read "198-23 The Beheaded Man's Possession" with parentheses "(Resolved)".
The director's pupils contracted sharply. He hadn't expected that he would find out the truth so easily, without any effort or effort.
As the videotape began playing, his uncle's voice drifted over like wisps of smoke, "I'm sorry about your mother, it was my fault..."
At this moment, he finally understood the look in his eyes when he went to see him that day and said he didn't pity him. It wasn't pity, but guilt. Because of guilt, he helped him in every way.
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