Shi Yu was the first to hang up the call.
The boy saved the communication records and made a note, then stood up from the sofa. He just turned the door in his personal space that connected to the game hall, but before he could open it, a man rushed in from outside, with pencil-gray hair.
“Captain Baibaibaibaibai——!!”
When Jiang Jiaying rushed to the door, he was stopped by someone who pressed his forehead. He met the boy's eyes, stood up straight and smoothed the messy pencil lead: "Captain, have you finished the game and come out? Why did it take so long this time?"
The boy raised his eyes lazily: "What?"
…I’m not angry at all. This reaction is wrong.
Jiang Jiaying was confused for a moment, but he forgot about it as soon as he turned his head. "Didn't I win an item before that allowed me to pick someone in the lower nine heavens to play the game together? Didn't I tell you that I had no use for it, so I gave it to you? Lao Liu has been chasing me for two days, asking me for this item. I told him it wasn't with me, but he still didn't believe me. Can you give me back the item?"
The boy raised his eyebrows: "What is he going to do?"
"Isn't it just for the new guy who came down from the Ninth Heaven half a month ago? I don't know if he got addicted to playing games with others once, and wants to use that prop to play with others again." Jiang Jiaying said with a click of the tongue, "He was the one who tortured others so badly at the beginning, and he is the one who wants to be with others now. I feel cheap just listening to it. If others can still treat him well, then they are mentally abnormal."
The young man said, "Oh!" "Just tell him directly, no. If you want to be with him, wait until he enters the Ninth Heaven."
Jiang Jiaying: "What about my props?"
Boy: “I just used it.”
Jiang Jiaying: “?”
He was confused: "Team White, who did you use it to enter the game with?"
The boy lowered his eyes and glanced at the game bracelet on his wrist, and smiled softly: "A substitute."
Jiang Jiaying had a face full of question marks.
"Also," the boy laughed, "I almost forgot. Call Lao Liu to the training room later. I'll be waiting for him there."
"Okay." Jiang Jiaying agreed subconsciously, and then realized, "Wait, what are you doing in the training room?"
The young man raised his eyebrows: "Doesn't he want to team up with others? I'll spar with him first to see if he has the ability."
Jiang Jiaying: “…”
I'm sorry he didn't quite understand the logic behind this statement.
Also, sparring?
Who would not get beaten up one-sidedly when sparring with this guy?
When did Lao Liu offend the captain so much that the captain wanted to beat him up?
Jiang Jiaying was puzzled.
Seeing that the other party didn't move for a long time, the boy asked: "Anything else?"
"...Ah, there is one more thing." Jiang Jiaying's face turned strange, "It's about my second sister."
Boy: "Song Zhici? What happened to her?"
"Didn't we accept a batch of new people from Xiajiu Tian at the beginning of the month? Yesterday, my second sister went down to inspect and saw a pretty boy. She said on the spot that she wanted to take him in as her new collection."
"If she wants it, she can go after her. What's there to say?"
"If it's really just chasing someone, then it's nothing." Jiang Jiaying tried to hold back, but couldn't help the twitching of the corners of his mouth. "But what my second sister meant by collection is to dig out the pretty boy's eyes, soak them in formalin, and seal them in a glass bottle for collection."
“…”
"I just realized that the collection she brought out of the game before was referring to this. Now she has collected more than a dozen pairs of eyes in the glass bottle."
“…”
"That pretty boy started crying out of fear on the spot, threatening to quit our organization, and even said outside that everyone in our team was a pervert who liked to bathe in human blood and soak human organs in formalin."
“…”
※
Let’s talk about the other side.
Shi Yu hung up the phone and chose to return to reality.
The sight was of a snow-white ceiling, and then it leapt into a halo of light.
A thick bed curtain is drawn in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, not much light can penetrate in, which softens the dazzling part and renders the originally coldly decorated interior into a gentle warm tone.
He first looked around to confirm that this was his own room, and then he looked at the date on the bedside clock.
It has been almost three days since he entered the game, and the time difference still matches.
Now the question is location.
He was clearly still in the hospital before entering the game.
Shi Yu lowered his eyes and sat up on the bed.
Opening his phone, he scanned a number of system applications and clicked on his personal medical records.
Just discharged from hospital yesterday.
If he calculated carefully, if he had not been pulled into the God's Domain game in the middle, but had been recovering from his injuries quietly, it would have been almost half a month from the time he was sent to the hospital after the car accident to now, and it is indeed time for him to be discharged from the hospital.
It was as if the experience of him leaving halfway and entering the divine realm had never happened in reality.
Shi Yu got out of bed, first found some clean clothes and took a shower. When he was sitting in the hanging chair outside the floor-to-ceiling window and drying his hair, he subconsciously reached into his pocket, but found nothing.
...His hairpin is still with Shang Xia.
Shi Yu got a headache whenever he thought about this.
If he had known this, he would not have left the hairpin there in the first place.
He doesn't want money or life, he just wants to meet in real life. What does Shang Xia want to do?
Shi Yu didn't continue drying her hair and put the towel aside.
This is the 23rd floor, occupying the top floor of the entire building. He chose this place specifically because it is quiet, the air is clean, and it is far away from all kinds of people.
Shi Yu looked at the main road below and had no recollection of when he fell asleep.
Normally, he would be easily awakened by the slightest noise. In the past, he would just lie down somewhere with his eyes closed to rest most of the time, but now the damage to his body from the car accident was real.
It was almost dusk when I woke up, and I had an extra blanket on me, but for some reason my limbs were still cold.
It's the kind of coldness that seeps out from the bones.
Wen Hesi had just covered him with a blanket when he saw him open his eyes. He was not afraid of waking him up by moving too much. "Awake? That's great. Blow your hair before you go to sleep. Are you thinking you've lived too long because you're soaking wet?"
As soon as Shi Yu sat up, thick darkness flooded into his eyes. The heavy pressure hooked his breath and pulled it down little by little, and the feeling of powerlessness tightly gripped his limbs.
The strength of the body was drained away for only a moment, and the unconscious darkness hovered in front of my eyes for a moment, and it seemed to stay for a long time. Until a hand reached up to test the temperature, lowered his head and asked: "The temperature is not high, besides the dizziness, are you feeling uncomfortable in any other way?"
Shi Yu barely raised his eyelashes but couldn't say anything.
...Okay.
Wen Hesi didn't ask any more questions, and directly wrapped him up in a blanket like a huge cocoon: "I finally finished the case and had a day off, and you really know how to find something for me to do. Did you know that I'm charged by the minute for the time I'm out?"
As a lawyer, he was just a part-time chef when he was at his lowest point. But now that he has become rich, he has fallen to the position of a nanny.
It's true that things in this world are unpredictable.
Shi Yu was thrown onto the sofa bed by him, and a few minutes later, he was half-supported and fed half a cup of sugar water.
Wen Hesi pushed the glass towards the inside of the coffee table and said, "Tell me honestly, did you eat today?"
Shi Yu half-closed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and replied with two words silently.
Wen Hesi felt that if the glass was not already in his hand, he would have been so itchy that he would have thrown it over directly: "Why don't you just starve yourself to death?"
That being said, in the end he still had to work hard to cook, and while doing it he kept saying, "How long has your kitchen been out of use? I've lived half my life and have seen range hoods without oil, but this is the first time I've seen one with dust on it! Are you planning to publish a paper on a new use of vacuuming, or are you trying to be on the latest news report on bizarre deaths? If this happened in my house, my mom would force you to be responsible for the family's lunch for a year, and then do the dishes, mop the floor, and wipe the stove. You only dare to do this because no one cares about you. You just got out of the hospital and you refused to stop all night. When you kill yourself one day, I won't be able to receive the Buddha's light that shines on the earth even if I bring my family to burn paper!"
“…”
"Do you know what people like you are called in our industry? I guarantee that you are the last client to be accepted no matter where you are. I only accepted such a client seven years ago. He first explained to me how beautiful, smart and attractive his wife was. In the end, when he just said that his wife wanted to divorce him, he cried and wanted to jump out of the window. If my office was not on the first floor, there would be an extra murder news in the newspaper that day. I don't understand. Since he knew that his wife was pursued by a rich second-generation man, why couldn't he be more determined when he came to me to prepare to sue? Oh, if he was just looking for psychological comfort, then I said something about his wife's behavior, and he lectured me that it was normal for a woman as outstanding as his wife to have more people like her? He complained to me for two hours, just to show off his wife to me and then jump out of the window so that I could call his wife? If I hadn't studied law for seven years and knew that hitting ordinary people without reason was an infringement of others' personal rights, I would have thrown him out on the spot!"
“…”
Shi Yu lay on the sofa for a while, then used his free hands to tear off the blanket that wrapped him like a silkworm cocoon, and said in a weak and hoarse voice: "Can you be quiet for a moment?"
"I'm afraid that if I keep quiet, you'll go to see the King of Hell for free." Wen Hesi washed his hands while the pot was still on the fire, turned back to the living room and took out the hair dryer, "Can I use it?"
Shi Yu's whole hand was so weak that he had no strength at all, and it would tremble at the slightest exertion.
Wen Hesi seemed to have a headache watching this, so he took it, plugged it in, turned it to the maximum setting to block the heat, and then turned it in another direction with a "whoosh" sound as if to punish him.
Shi Yu was choked and started coughing.
His skin was too white. Even after a serious illness, his face was pale, but his neck, collarbone, and backs of his hands were even more translucent, and the distinctly colored veins could be clearly seen.
Blood congestion caused by thin blood vessel walls is not a good condition.
"The last person I served like this was my mother." Wen Hesi calmed him down, grabbed his hair and blew it dry, "I really owe you."
Shi Yu was in a very drowsy state and did not resist or make any comments on this issue.
Bringing out the still bubbling casserole, Wen Hesi opened the lid and took off his glasses, which were blurred by the white mist, and hung them on his lapel.
Seeing the other person standing up, he reached out to help him and shouted, "Shi Yu."
It was rare for him to call him by his name seriously. The lawyer had practiced his articulation, so his pronunciation was clear and standard, and each word was pronounced with emphasis: "I am a lawyer, I only recognize the truth and do not tolerate emotions. I don't care how you live, but you cannot die until I pay off my debt to you."
"Live well for me."
Thanks to his part-time job as a chef seven years ago, Wen He seems to have developed some decent cooking skills, at least better than most sub-healthy people who stay at home and order takeout every day.
Seven years ago, Wen Hesi was not the well-known lawyer in the industry today, but just a fresh graduate. In this industry, you need to accumulate experience and connections, and only a handful of people can succeed, while many people are mediocre.
At that time, he had just finished handling his mother's ashes and went to the hospital to visit his sister who had inherited his mother's congenital heart disease. There were too many people taking the elevator on weekends, and he never liked waiting, so he simply took the emergency passage, and ended up meeting a young man in long clothes and long pants on the third floor staircase landing.
I don't know how long the incandescent lamp in the passage has been used. The light is dim. The green light on the safety sign is shining, reflecting in the other person's dark pupils. His eyelashes droop, and the gaze he cast is clear and cold like a pool of mountain spring.
...To be honest, in that environment, it really felt like walking on the road at night and encountering a ghost.
Even if the one you hit is a sexy ghost.
I won’t go into detail about what happened in between, but at the end, the ghost said, “I have a case and I want to find a lawyer. Are you interested in taking it?”
Wen Hesi's qualifications do not allow him to take cases alone. It's not that it's against the rules, but mainly because others would not trust him, a fresh graduate, if they have a second choice.
He was stunned, and his first reaction was that he had met a scammer: "Why are you looking for me?"
The sexy ghost pointed at the lunch box in his hand and said, "You can cook."
Wen Hesi: “?”
The ghost said, "If you agree, you can come here every day during this period. Please bring an extra copy to Ward 5032 on the fifth floor."
Wen Hesi: “???”
The ghost said, "I'll pay you."
Wen Hesi: "When will you start work?"
“…”
He worked part-time as a chef for two months just for a high salary that could be used to advance money to pay for his sister's medical expenses.
As for the first big case in his life that he took over from the other party, it was concluded in court more than half a year later, and he also jumped from an unknown newcomer to a hot new star in the industry.
Wen Hesi was right, he owed Shi Yu.
I owe a lot of money and I also owe a life.
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