The scorching heat wave made a rustling sound as it passed through the leaves. The noisy chirping of cicadas was heard incessantly. Two black dogs lay under the shade of the trees with their tongues hanging out. A few weak bird calls came from the wall.
It was a summer afternoon, and even the air was filled with the scent of laziness.
However, this hot summer air suddenly turned cold and gloomy after entering Le Jing's bedroom.
Le Jing lay drowsily on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, but his body was still cold. His body seemed to be wrapped in a thin film, isolating him from the heat outside.
Since the beginning of summer, Le Jing's body has inexplicably become weak, with symptoms such as general weakness, cold hands and feet, excessive sleepiness, and loss of appetite.
Doctors came one after another, both Chinese and Western medicine, but none of them could find out the cause. They could only see that Le Jing's health was rapidly declining. There was even a doctor who shook his head after taking Le Jing's pulse and told him to prepare for his death.
The old doctor who had warned Le Jing earnestly before that "excessive wisdom will lead to harm" this time said bluntly: "This is a sign of your energy running out." But the old doctor was puzzled because usually people with such symptoms are very old people. They don't have any disease, but their time has come, so their bodies will slowly lose vitality, which is the so-called death of old age.
What puzzled the old doctor was that Li Jingran was not one of those old men who died of natural causes. He was only 17 years old this year, but why did his pulse sound as dead as those of men in their eighties?
Le Jing has some guesses about this.
When he came here, Li Jingran was already dead. In other words, he was actually possessed by a dead body. He had been sick frequently before, and he had guessed that it was because his soul was incompatible with Li Jingran's body, causing a rejection reaction. Now the vitality in this body is rapidly draining away, and it is very likely that the rejection reaction has intensified. His soul may soon leave Li Jingran's body. In other words, he is going to die.
Two months ago, Nakamura Ryota said that he would be killed in 185 days. He calculated the time and found that it was October 4, which happened to be the Double Ninth Festival.
Le Jing has not been idle in the past two months. He asked his deskmate Ding Hui to use his family's power to investigate the mastermind behind the assassination.
However, if they completely lay dormant after failing to hit the target this time, then even the police investigation would not be able to find any clues. After all, there was no surveillance in the Republic of China, and finding a killer in the entire city of Peking was no less than looking for a needle in a haystack.
Therefore, he also accelerated the pace of the plot of "Dynasty Rise", hoping to use more "forbidden" content to force those people to show up again. The current plot of "Dynasty Rise" has progressed to the point where the emperor was killed by wild barbarians. Xu Wangmu has raised a 300,000-man army under the banner of revenge for the emperor, with many civil and military generals serving under his command, and has recovered most of the lost land of Dahua. At this time, they are storing up food and building high walls, sharpening their knives, and preparing to recover the other half of the lost land occupied by wild barbarians under the banner of revenge for the emperor.
If those people really wanted to kill him because of some ideas contained in "Rise of Dynasties", then they would not be able to sit still after seeing the current development of the plot.
Because Xu Wangmu now has an army of more than 300,000 and enjoys the worship of the people under his rule. After driving away the wild barbarian army, his reputation will inevitably be pushed to the top, and he will be the most powerful person in Dahua.
...In the face of Xu Wangmu's great achievements, the people of the world can only look to the throne for him.
Xu Wangmu, a commoner, was crowned with a yellow robe and created great achievements.
Although the background takes place in an imaginary ancient time, and Dahua is different from the Republic of China in that it is a feudal monarchy, "Rise of Dynasties" is a serious book about rebellion.
So Le Jing stayed indoors these days, and Li Shuran also took leave to stay at home. Many plainclothes policemen were also ambushed outside the house, hoping that if the killer came to assassinate again, they would be able to catch him in one fell swoop.
However, the plots written by Le Jing were never published in the Peking Fiction Newspaper. At the same time, the editor-in-chief Zhang Xiguan, who had not visited for a long time, finally came to visit.
Since the publication of "The Animal Way", Zhang Xiguan has assigned the task of collecting manuscripts to a new editor, and he no longer visits Le Jing to discuss the plot of "The Rise of Dynasties" with great interest.
Le Jing was not sad about this, it was just that people with different ideas could not work together.
Zhang Xiguan, who suddenly came this time, looked as pale as a dead person. As soon as he came in, he stared at Le Jing.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Zhang Xiguan looked at him with despair but also a hint of hope, and asked softly, "Will Xu Wangmu become the emperor?"
Le Jing's nod shattered Zhang Xiguan's last fantasy. The old man looked at Le Jing with a pleading look: "Xu Wangmu can assist the new emperor and create a good story of the emperor and his subjects getting along well with each other."
Le Jing shook his head and asked in an almost cruel tone, "Since you can be the emperor, why do you need to be a vassal?"
All the color had completely drained from Zhang Xiguan's face. He lowered his head in despair, his body swaying.
Le Jing waited patiently, but had no intention of comforting her.
Comfort? How to comfort? He couldn't possibly change the direction of the plot.
So in the end, people with different ideals cannot work together.
Zhang Xiguan lowered his head, and said in a low but firm voice: "Then I'm afraid our newspaper can no longer publish your works."
Le Jing was not surprised by this answer.
In that case, he might as well change newspapers and submit his article to another one.
Zhang Xiguan seemed to have guessed what Le Jing was thinking, and quickly added: "I'm afraid that no newspaper in China will publish your article in the future."
Le Jing, who had remained expressionless until now, finally raised his eyebrows.
So he was completely banned?
The other party possessed such power, it is no wonder that later generations speculated that the murderer would start with the Kuomintang and the Green Gang.
If that's the case, then the opponent's attack on him has probably only just begun.
Just as Le Jing expected.
On the afternoon of the day after Zhang Xiguan's visit, the plainclothes police outside the house suddenly disappeared. Then Ding Hui came to visit with a strange look and apologetic eyes, and bowed deeply to him as soon as he arrived.
Le Jing smiled and asked, "What's going on? Why are you giving me such a big gift right away?"
Ding Hui stood up straight, lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at Le Jing: "I'm sorry, sir, we should not meet in the future."
Le Jing was silent for a moment, then looked at Ding Hui with a hint of understanding: "Did the superior speak?"
Ding Hui's shoulders trembled, he bit his lip and said nothing.
Le Jing seemed to be just talking to himself and asked, "How long can I live?"
The only answer he got was silence.
Le Jing shook his head and smiled nonchalantly: "If that's the case, how can you come to visit me in person? If they know about this, your life will be even more difficult."
Ding Hui's shoulders shook even more violently.
"You should leave quickly. Don't come here again."
Ding Hui seemed to be frozen, standing there for a long time without moving.
Le Jing urged him: "Don't be in a daze, hurry up and go."
Ding Hui seemed to be suddenly awakened. He looked at Le Jing deeply, his eyes complicated and filled with all kinds of emotions that Le Jing was too lazy to decipher, then he turned around and left in silence.
Le Jing also turned around and prepared to go into the house.
Suddenly, a thin voice came into his ears from behind: "China is not a paradise, leave quickly!"
Le Jing closed his eyes and sighed.
Go fast...
But where can he go?
No matter where you go, you can only live a miserable life.
The flames of World War II will eventually break out in countries around the world, and the entire world will be crushed into pieces by a huge meat grinder.
Except for the North and South Poles, the world is scarlet.
Hell is empty and the devil is on earth.
The only lesson humanity has learned from history is that humanity can learn nothing from history.
Le Jing suddenly felt very tired.
There are still 22 years until 1949.
It is 64 years until the end of the Cold War.
There is still a long way to go before the country rises and the economy takes off.
That night, someone threw a ball of paper wrapped in a stone into his yard. There were only eight words on the paper: "Only by leaving China can you survive." The handwriting was crooked, and it must have been written by someone with his left hand.
Le Jing had a vague feeling that this note was written by the person who deliberately tripped him up from under the gun.
The next day, Le Jing fell ill.
The mental fatigue seemed to affect his body, and his body was visibly deteriorating.
Lying drowsily on the bed, Le Jing suddenly felt fed up.
He was really fed up with this paper-mache body.
He was really fed up with this fucked up world.
Le Jing closed his eyes and could vaguely hear Li Shuran's soft whimpering outside the house. The fire in his heart burned more and more fiercely, like an angry lion roaring in the fire.
They wanted him dead.
He was indeed dying.
They didn't even have to assassinate him, his body wouldn't last much longer.
Therefore, during the month since he fell ill, the outside world has been exceptionally calm.
Those people were no longer in a hurry to assassinate him.
There should be one of their people among the doctors who diagnosed him.
So they were all waiting for him to die.
Waiting for him to die weakly in his hospital bed.
But……
Le Jing coughed and laughed at the same time, with burning flames in his deep eyes.
Why should he do as they wish?
Do they think that a dying person won't cause any trouble?
Did they think they would be safe after his death?
Fucking daydreaming!
Li Shuran heard the heart-wrenching cough coming from inside the house and rushed up worriedly: "Brother, are you okay?"
In her field of vision, she saw her eldest brother, who had been dying and had been told by the doctor to prepare for his funeral, sitting up. His face was blurred in the shadows, but his phoenix eyes were startlingly bright, containing a desperate and ruthless intention.
"elder brother……?"
"Shu Ran." Her brother gave her a strange smile, and his voice was soft and erratic: "Can you do me a favor?"
Li Shuran swallowed and subconsciously lowered her voice: "What help?"
"Tell my friends that I am going to die." The young man's lips moved, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core dangerously. "If they are free, can they come and listen to my last words?"
Li Shuran felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave.
"No! You won't die!" She rushed forward, tightly grasped Le Jing's hand, and acted like a madman: "I will invite the best doctor for my brother and prescribe the best medicine for him! So..." She sobbed loudly, her eyes pleading, not knowing whether she was trying to convince Le Jing or herself: "You won't die, you won't die."
Her brother did not comfort her. He seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts and said to himself: "After I die, you will follow Nakamura Ryota and leave China. Don't go to Japan, go to the United States. You are not allowed to set foot in China in your life. Do you understand?"
For the first time in her life, Li Shuran yelled at her brother fiercely, "I don't understand! Brother, you won't die! No!! I won't go anywhere!!"
"Shu Ran." The brother took a breath and said weakly, "Be obedient, don't let me die without closing my eyes."
Li Shuran took a few steps back with tears streaming down her face, and shook her head desperately in despair: "No! No! It's impossible! You are still so young..." Then she covered her face and ran out.
Le Jing tilted his head in confusion. Traditionally speaking, death is indeed something worth being sad about, but is it necessary to be so sad?
Li Jingran was not kind to Li Shuran before, and after he traveled through time, he only fulfilled his basic obligation to support Li Shuran, so why did Li Shuran have such deep feelings for him? Why couldn't she accept his death?
"Ah, human hearts are really hard to understand." Le Jing struggled to get up from the bed, put on his shoes, and staggered out of the house, muttering to himself, "I hope Chunyan can calm down."
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