-1-
"...By the way, I wish you a happy fiftieth anniversary. Although I don't understand your custom of celebrating your death date."
What is there to celebrate about death?
"Of course it's worth celebrating."
Mr. P, however, raised his finger and said, "It's the best reason to celebrate."
"The dead love to celebrate. After all, the world after death is too lonely."
-2-
Yeah.
"I don't understand."
"You are very fortunate not to understand nature. No one wants to understand life after death."
Treat sex as a channel for venting, kisses as candies given casually, alcohol as a drink after dinner, and music and dance as "venting desires."
Mr. P understands the reasons for the undead's debauchery and chaos, but he doesn't like it.
...never liked it, no matter when.
-3-
Ms. W said, "At first, I didn't know today was your anniversary. It wasn't until I connected to the system world and passed by the drunken main system that I saw a small flag with a blessing message written on it."
A small ball of light, with a colorful "Happy 50th Anniversary" flag on its head, swayed and sang "Little P died a good death, a wonderful death, a loud death."
Mr. P, who was originally lost in thought, couldn't help but curl his lips. "The main system is really cute, isn't it?"
Miss W couldn't help but frown.
-4-
"I don't think so," she said. "That thing is a machine, right? I didn't even see it when I died. The master and source of the system world should obviously be..."
Mr. P shook his head and interrupted her directly.
"Ms. M doesn't like high positions and has no interest in power. The main system is essentially an assistant that helps her handle daily affairs. It has a very close relationship with her, and I can't describe it in detail."
Miss W paused while turning the bracelet.
"...I don't like the main system."
The ball of light had an aura that disgusted her.
Although she could see that it was completely harmless.
"I understand. After all, this is something new that emerged after you completely left," Mr. P said calmly. "But if the old doesn't go, the new won't come."
-5-
"Miss M can't live in the past forever. You know that very well."
-6-
Miss W did not answer.
This question was too sharp and too profound - it should not be blurted out by this shameless and evil guy in front of her, nor should she answer it directly.
Want to ask why?
——She couldn't answer, no matter at what moment, whether before or after death.
She couldn't answer this question. She wasn't the one who should answer it.
-7-
So Miss W pursed her lips, let go of the bracelet, and placed her empty hands on the square table.
"It's boring to just sit there. I'm used to making tea for people when we're talking, so it feels a bit weird if I don't do anything."
Mr. P: "Thank you in advance for the tea..."
Ms. W: "But I don't want to make tea for someone like you. Play a game of cards with me. Let's have a little gamble."
Mr. P: “…”
What do you mean by someone like me? What's wrong with someone like me?
-8-
"Okay. You are the elder after all."
hehe.
"I heard from that white-robed senior executive that you are good at gambling?"
"I don't have a brother, and I've denied this many times—I can't say I'm good at gambling. But I can still play a few games with you."
"Your accent is really annoying."
"Thank you for the compliment."
“…”
Since she couldn't answer his question, she couldn't test him directly.
However, by observing the other party's playing style, one can always find flaws...
The flaw that can win money is also a flaw in thinking.
She didn't believe that she couldn't find any flaws in this person during the gambling game.
At the table, Miss W waved gently.
This mind space, which could change with the owner's will, immediately obeyed the order, and a picture appeared on the table -
"Mahjong?"
Mr. P looked at the small cubes that fell to the table and said, "Are you planning to play mahjong with me?"
-9-
Miss W grabbed a card, turned it over, and stroked the uneven pattern on it with some curiosity.
"Of course. A few days ago, someone just laughed at me for not being able to play mahjong, so I had a chance to practice... What, you don't know how to play? Yeah, there's no way a blond-haired guy could play mahjong."
Mr. P raised his hand.
"But I know that this mahjong set requires four people, senior."
W·Knows nothing about playing mahjong·An ancient dead soul that lags behind the new era·Miss: "..."
-10-
"So there's nothing the two of them can do..."
"It's not impossible. But the deck you conjured is a four-player mahjong deck."
“…”
"If you're not familiar with the rules of mahjong, it's best to start with the four-player method. Of course, if you know nothing at all..."
“…”
"How about Go? But if you'd rather experience gambling, how about poker?"
“Tsk.”
-11-
So, five minutes later.
Two undead souls sitting opposite each other are playing poker in an antique room.
And because Miss W couldn't understand poker symbols, Mr. P recommended the simplest way to play:
Two people play Spider Solitaire against each other.
Each player places the pieces twice in a round, and the order is decided by rock-paper-scissors. Whoever finishes a string first wins.
Ms. W: ...It's just permutations and combinations! This kind of game can reveal a ghost's thinking patterns and flaws!
Did this guy do this on purpose? Did he know I was trying to guess his moves and that’s why he recommended such a foolish play?
——By the way, is it really appropriate to play Spider Solitaire with this guy on my white jade coffee table that reflects the landscape painting?
-12-
"There's nothing inappropriate about it, Senior."
Mr. P placed an Ace of Diamonds and said, "As long as there's a stake, a winner or loser, it's a gamble. Gambling can exist in any form of play. Human life itself is a gamble, isn't it?"
Oh.
Miss W raised her eyebrows: "The loser dies, and the winner lives?"
"'Life' isn't a bet, Senior. You've misunderstood," Mr. P said with a smile. "Life itself is a 'gamble.'"
"...It sounds like you're well versed in gambling. Is gambling popular in the current system world?"
"No. I'm not really a fan of gambling, and there's no gambling in the system world. After all, playing cards is a way for the living to while away their time, and the undead no longer have any time left to while away their time."
Mr. P placed a 9 of diamonds and said, "This is the first time I've played cards with someone since I died."
Ms. W: "You guys are really weird. You don't gamble, but you're into wild parties."
I've been wanting to ask this for a long time: how wild is this party that can make even machines drunk? Moreover, as serious employees, how come you are addicted to partying all day long?
Although she is no longer an employee of the system world, is it really okay to continue like this?
-13-
"It's probably not a problem. After all, everyone works very hard. Work hard when you're working, and party hard when you're resting. This is the philosophy of the system employees."
"I'm not blaming the other employees... for treating the day of my death like a party with no boundaries. I'm only targeting you, the host."
"I wasn't the host of the party, Senior W. My boss announced two days in advance that she was going to steal my party and make it hers. She was the one who had such a blast out there tonight, ended up drunk and stumbling into my car reeking of brandy."
Mr. P placed the 8 of Diamonds and said, "Before coming to see you, I spent an hour and a half helping my drunk boss get a bath and get to bed. I only had time to return to my bedroom in the early morning. Do you know how difficult it is to get a drunk to shower and change clothes?"
Ms. W: “…”
Ms. W: "Shut up. No showing off."
Mr. P: "Sorry, Senior, you are not my superior. I don't have to obey your orders."
-14-
Tsk.
-15-
"What a boring person! It's his anniversary, but he doesn't attend the party or join in the revelry. He acts like he's staying out of it."
"As a partner, your verbal attacks today were a bit excessive."
Mr. P stacked two cards marked "8" and "9" on top of each other. "I'm not standing aside. Following my boss, who loves to get right into the middle of chaos, I've never left the center of events."
"Besides, I've been busy with work all day today... and my relationships with my colleagues."
-16-
The senior from the operations department.
Personnel changes in the purchasing department.
Oh, and there are a few seniors in the logistics department—those seniors didn't do anything wrong, but Senior R, after drinking too much, sent me a lot of communications complaining—it's said that those seniors have kept "photos of Miss M sleeping on the street wearing a garbage bag," so I specifically went to talk to them—
As a subordinate, how could I not have such precious photos?
-17-
And, the information I got from my friends at Tequila Paradise Bar.
With his high-level identity verification and the previous traces of the Eternal Life Game, Mr. P has successfully linked it to a specific coordinate...
——So he was really busy today and didn’t intentionally miss the anniversary party prepared by his colleagues.
She was busy until the evening before she had some free time. After going to her favorite place as a reward, she received a message from her boss, asking her to drive to pick her up and take her back to the dormitory.
However, after sleeping, he still had to expend his energy to confront this senior.
-18-
Ms. W said, "You insist that death is worth celebrating. But you don't celebrate your own death. What on earth are you trying to do?"
Mr. P replied, "Don't worry, I celebrated thoroughly. I got the garbage bag photo I wanted, visited all the places I wanted to visit, and even had the dessert and noodles I had been looking forward to last night."
Ms. W: “…”
Ms. W: "I'm not interested in your weird schedule."
Mr. P: "What else? My boss was going to give me a pair of earrings, but unfortunately she was too drunk tonight and missed the chance to give them to me... I'm sure she'll regret it terribly when she sobers up tomorrow, and maybe even feel a little guilty. A boss feeling guilty... must be really cute."
Ms. W: “…”
-19-
I really want to hit him.
This vicious dog took advantage of the fact that she was already buried and did whatever it wanted.
...I really want to use a dog-beating stick to beat him away! Beat him as far away from my sister as possible!
-20-
Miss W slammed the cards in her hand onto the table.
"I'm done. A whole column, KQJ followed by numbers all the way to A, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
Mr. P casually put the half-stacked diamond suit cards aside and smiled warmly: "You win. Congratulations."
Damn it, I didn’t get anything out of this bet.
Whether it is his way of thinking or his personal habits.
…It was clearly a failure, a complete failure.
-twenty one-
"I won. Didn't we clarify the stakes before the game started?"
Mr. P shrugged. "The bet I want is obvious. Any treasure in your treasure chest."
You wish.
"My bet is a string of world numbers. I'll give it to you."
"You won. Why did you give me the stake?"
"...You and I both know that this kind of tug-of-war is a waste of time."
-twenty two-
indeed.
...He was too lazy to look at this face again. This face was obviously completely different from his boss's. This person was completely different from his boss...
Oh.
Mr. P's expression remained unchanged as he handed over a stack of documents.
"This is what you asked me to do a few days ago. During that unconvened meeting, the dozens of undead who attended... If the features and facial features you noted are true, this is their complete background information. Cause of death, age at death, origin world, circumstances of death... Among them are several undead who have devoured the system world, and they're probably on Miss M's wanted list. I've marked them with a yellow marker. Those who attract Miss M's attention are likely to be very dangerous."
Miss W took the pile of documents.
——and took some effort to suppress the urge to praise his work ability. She would rather praise anyone than the dog.
-twenty three-
"With these, I can get much deeper into the Eternal Life Society...Okay, here's your file on the Eternal Life Society president."
Mr. P took the page.
...a page of paper.
He pinched the paper and shook it silently, as if to check if there were any extra notes underneath.
Without shaking out the sticky note, he raised his head silently.
Ms. W: “…”
Ms. W: "I know what you mean. But after being resurrected by the president, I have been unconscious and locked in a closed room. I haven't even seen his face clearly."
Mr. P: “Really? So it’s just a piece of paper.”
"…and additional information."
-twenty four-
Under the other party's silent gaze, Miss W cleared her throat and said, "Because the previous high-level meeting failed to take place... the president plans to convene a new meeting in a very secluded room in a small world."
"World number, convening time, spatial coordinates, here they are."
"Thank you. This information is much more valuable than the piece of paper just now."
"...Ahem. Also, I must remind you of one more thing."
-25-
Miss W pushed a note over.
"This is the bet I just lost to you. This string of world numbers... I think you should go take a look. I suspect the 'President' of the Eternal Life Society is connected to this world. — It's just a suspicion, based on the nature of the Eternal Life Society, my guess — but once the President is involved with this world, things become very complicated."
Mr. P took the note.
-26-
【W001-100M】
-27-
——Needless to say, this string of world numbers itself can explain a lot of things.
-28-
But Mr. P just took a look at it and put it aside.
understatement.
Ms. W: "...Why, you're not interested?"
Mr. P: "Of course not. But this string of numbers is on the list of banned worlds given by the main system."
This is the exam I took when I first entered the system world. This list and this string of numbers are all key exam questions, written on the back of the cover page of the employee handbook.
...The list of banned worlds drawn up by the main system includes those worlds that have undergone major damage or are highly abnormal.
If there is no signature from a supervisor-level employee, any employee who enters any world on the list, whether intentionally or unintentionally, will be considered "defection", and the employee's ID will be immediately revoked. The colleague will lose his or her employee qualifications, and his or her soul will be assigned to that M [for execution].
Just like the sculpture in a certain movie with an open mouth, which is said to bite off your hand if you put it in.
——But the price of entering the forbidden world without permission is more than just a hand.
-29-
Mr. P had seen Ms. M beheading defecting employees, and he definitely didn't want to be one of them.
Moreover, he understood what the world number on the back of the employee handbook represented as early as the first time he saw the "W".
-30-
"...Is that so? This world has become what's called a 'forbidden world'...Hehe."
Miss W smiled faintly: "I don't think you don't have the means to enter the forbidden world."
"The list of banned worlds provided by the main system was reviewed and approved by Miss M."
Mr. P said, “I will not go against my boss’s wishes.”
"It's up to you. Whether to give or not is my business, and whether to go or not is your business. If you want to get more information about the president, or..."
The collaborator opposite stood up suddenly.
"I don't think that the 'President', or the Eternal Life Society, would have anything to do with this world."
-31-
Miss W looked at him steadily.
Even though they had the same hair color and the same eye color, she didn't look cold at all when she looked at people so steadily.
——Black looks so elegant, quiet, simple and warm on her.
Therefore, when the once elegant courtesan stares at someone for a long time, you always feel that she is staring at a flower wilted by water or a leaf blown apart by the wind.
She is looking at someone quietly, as if she is about to reach out and touch your face tenderly in the next moment.
"...Angry? Because you're the only one who has anything to do with this world?"
-32-
Of course, at this moment and here, there is no man who is deceived, and no one will have the illusion of being pitied.
Because W herself and the guy she was looking at knew very well that this seemingly focused look was just a mockery.
——Besides, the guy opposite is also a bastard who can confuse others with his eyes and package himself.
That's an Angel.
It seems so gentle, yet so false.
After seeing the white robe, W even suspected that his blue eyes were made of toy glass beads.
-33-
...Therefore, this time the temptation hidden in the eyes was destined to get no answer.
Mr. P didn't even look back—he simply avoided her gaze. Tsk, was he pretending to flinch? She would never believe that such a person was hurt. Another failed attempt. She couldn't understand it at all—
Mr. P just looked at the screen dyed with red camellia, and looked at it silently for a long time.
Finally, he said calmly, "No, Senior."
-34-
"I won't be angry."
And, I saw it.
There is blood on this screen.
-35-
[Inside the system world]
He opened his eyes in his bedroom.
The blood on the red camellia screen, the woman's half-smile, that annoyingly similar face...
Forget it, I don’t want to.
The conversation with the last client has also ended, and all the work for today has come to an end.
Now is his most precious sleep time after get off work.
He needs his precious sleep time so that he can face the next work day with full energy.
-34-
Mr. P turned over and searched for the eye mask next to his pillow.
Ms. M beside her pillow: “Hi.”
Mr. P turned over and met the dark eyes: "..."
They are sisters, so why is there such a big difference between them?
——For the first time in his life, he began to compare.
-35-
At least W wouldn't sneak into his bed again in the middle of the night, quietly staying beside his pillow, lurking like a ghost with her black bangs and black eyes, making him almost burst his heart when he turned over to look for his eye mask.
…Even if my heart has stopped beating, it will explode if I’m scared like that.
An explosion of psychological significance.
-36-
Ms. M: "Little P. Little P. Little P. Are you awake? Wake up. Wake up. Little P."
Mr. P covered his chest and paused for a moment: "...Are you okay? I remember...you were very sleepy after getting drunk..."
Ms. M: "I have a headache. But I want to sleep. I have a headache. But I really want to sleep. Little P... coax me to sleep... coax me... I want to sleep!"
Oh, she's still drunk.
Mr. P: "Stop kicking, stop kicking, stop... You won't be able to kick the air, you'll only kick over my quilt. The air conditioner in my bedroom is broken and it's very cold at night... Hiss, I've already kicked it over..."
Ms. M: "Xiao P! Comfort me! Sleep! I have a headache——"
-37-
Who told you to drink so much?
-38-
Mr. P half-sat up from the bed, awkwardly trying to wrap himself in the quilt that Miss M had kicked over, while trying to stop the drunk next to him from continuing to do somersaults.
I feel sleepy when I drink too much. I get a headache and can’t sleep when I drink too much. When I can’t sleep, I get mad. Alas.
"Xiao P...I have a headache..."
I've already given him the hangover medicine. Should I make some tomato juice? Or maybe some porridge?
"Xiao P! The boss is talking to you! I have a headache and want to sleep--"
Ah, the noise is giving me a headache.
-39-
Mr. P simply stretched out his right hand and pinched.
"Please shut up."
Ms. M, whose cheek was pinched, said: "...Xiao P...I have a headache..."
Huh? No struggle? No resistance?
...drank so much?
-40-
Mr. P seemed to be thinking about something, and immediately, out of an experimental spirit of exploration, he stretched out his left hand.
Use both hands to work at the same time, pinch, and then pull to both sides.
M was directly pulled into a ∧∧.
A cat's cheeks and ears are soft creatures that have been squeezed into shapes and formed into round shapes in every sense.
Ms. M: “…Little P… wuwu…”
Mr. P: “Yeah.”
Ms. M: “…you pinched me…”
Mr. P: “Yes.”
After blurting out this affirmation without hesitation, he paused, pinched her cheek more calmly and steadily, and prepared himself mentally for the possibility of being hit by the whistling bedside lamp while pinching his boss's cheek.
But Miss M still did not move.
Miss M was still sitting on the bed, rocking and mumbling.
"...Xiao P... coax me... immediately..."
Mr. P: "Wait a minute. I'm a little addicted. Keep squeezing for five more minutes."
-41-
The drunk Miss M didn't say anything else.
She sat on the bed, tilted her head back, and dazedly placed her face in the palm of her subordinate's hand, waiting for him to finish massaging her for the past five minutes.
After all, subordinates never lie.
It must be just five minutes.
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