die
—Yu Chen was eighteen years old. He left his marriage with nothing and issued himself a death certificate.
The last day of May, the Academic Affairs Office of Linxia No.1 Middle School.
"Yu Chen, are you sure you want to withdraw from school?" The director pushed the "Withdrawal Application Form" towards him, his pen trembling at his fingertips.
The girl wasn't wearing her school uniform, but a black hoodie with the brim pulled down to her brow bone, revealing only a sliver of bright red hair, like a persistent, unextinguished flame. She hummed in agreement, her voice low and steady: "Confirmed."
The pen tip grazed the paper, a soft scratching sound—like drawing an end to an old chapter in her life. The official seal fell, the red circular stamp spreading out. She put away her own copy, stood up, and bowed: "Thank you."
She turned right as she left the house, the sunlight blinding. She folded the form in half, then in half again, and stuffed it into her jeans back pocket, like throwing away a used ticket.
On his phone, Xiao Wei's WeChat messages were still stuck three days ago.
【Where are you? 】
[Yu Chen, reply to me.]
She neither deleted nor replied; she simply changed the contact name to "missed call" and then blocked the number.
In the early hours of his eighteenth birthday, Yu Jing and Qin Yu's death certificates still lay at the bottom of the safe, while 21.37 million yuan lay quietly in the trust account. Yu Chen only carried a red boxing glove bag, inside which were:
— Photocopies of parents' death certificates
—Guardianship authorization letter (now expired)
—A USB drive (a list of moles, a copy of the debt, and a revenge plan)
—A death certificate written by himself
Death Certificate No. 001
Deceased: Yu Chen
Cause of death: Debt explosion, life ended.
Date: 00:00 on my 18th birthday
She signed her name at the end, then stuffed it into the boxing glove bag—like a grave she had dug for herself in advance.
The villa gate closed behind her, the electronic lock beeping, but she didn't turn around. It was three in the morning, starless and moonless, only the red boxing glove bag swaying on her shoulder, like a fuse that refused to go out.
III. Disappearance Investigation
The third week of June saw the conclusion of the national math Olympiad training camp. Sheng Shuo rushed into the classroom with his luggage on his back. Ke Xin looked up, her expression strange: "Yu Chen? He hasn't been here for two weeks."
Sheng Shuo stood there, stunned, his knuckles unconsciously tapping the edge of the table: "Are you asking for leave?"
"Withdraw from school." Kexin lowered her voice. "The student record system can't even find it."
Sheng Shuo felt a buzzing sound in his ears, like being punched in the temple. He turned and ran, rushing all the way to the sports school—
Xiao Wei was leaning against the sandbag, the black boxing glove bag empty, staring at her phone, the screen frozen on a red exclamation mark.
Sheng Shuo gasped for breath: "She dropped out of school?"
Xiao Wei didn't look up, his voice hoarse: "She also..."
At the same moment, in the airport arrival hall, An Yi, dragging his suitcase, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, had just gotten off the plane when Kexin's voice message popped up on his phone:
Yu Chen dropped out of school and disappeared.
His knuckles tightened instantly, his gaze falling on the exit electronic screen—flight number AA136, Los Angeles, departure time: early morning of his eighteenth birthday.
Los Angeles, 1:17 AM
The airport parking lot was filled with the smell of gasoline in the cold wind. Yu Chen placed his red boxing glove bag on the roof of the car, opened his laptop, and the screen was blindingly bright—
Los Angeles County Online Death Certificate System
She typed in her name, date of birth, and passport number, and entered the following in the "Cause of Death" field:
Debt explosion, life termination
Then upload a photo of a black screen and click submit.
Page redirects, PDF generated, ID: LAC-2025-001
She downloaded, printed, signed, and fingerprinted the document.
The paper rustled in the wind, like a final seal being affixed to an unexploded bomb.
She lowered her head and touched the newly printed official seal with her fingertips, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper:
"Yu Chen, death complete."
"Now, it's your turn."
Flight AA136, last announcement before takeoff.
Yu Chen pulled her hoodie down to its lowest point, tucking the ends of her bright red hair into her collar, like hiding fire in the night. She handed over her passport, the security officer scanned it, and a page popped up—
Name: YU JING
Status: Alive
She folded the death certificate she had issued herself into a small square and stuffed it into the inside of her passport, as if stamping her old identity with her personal seal.
As the gangway rose, she glanced back—
The Los Angeles night sky was starless and moonless, with only red boxing gloves swaying at my feet, like a fuse that refused to go out.
She lowered her head and sent Xiao Wei a final text message, her voice barely audible:
"I'm dead, don't look for me."
"Even if you find me, pretend I didn't live."
Send, turn off the phone, remove the SIM card, break the SIM card—
Imagine plotting a delayed coordinate on an incomplete parsing:
—Death has been registered, revenge has begun.
—Next stop, the first line of the enemy list.
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