On the third day, Ming Shigao could no longer tolerate it and decided to blacklist that damned number.
Just then, a message came from an unknown number: "Honey, it's so cold in the fields, can you come keep me company?"
The scene under the plum grove flashed into my mind—how could this be!
Ming Shigao thought it was impossible, but a chill ran down his spine!
"Impossible! Xiaodie is dead! I killed her with my own hands!"
Whether he believed it or not, Ming Shigao still took his phone, rushed out of the house, and returned to the plum grove in the backyard.
Beneath the plum blossom tree, there is a barren patch of land, unlike any other.
Ming Shigao slowly squatted down and stretched out his right hand towards the soil.
Fearing that a withered, boneless hand might break through the soil, it suddenly grabbed his right hand.
Fortunately, the strange scene did not happen. Ming Shigao felt the coldness of the ground and the uneven marks around it.
Those were the footprints he left as he tamped and loosened the soil back and forth.
"Yes, no one has been here, she's still here!"
Just as Ming Shigao felt relieved, his phone rang again—another text message:
My body may rot in the soil, but my soul will stay with you forever!
Ming Shigao panicked, dropped his phone, looked around frantically, and shouted, "Who are you? You're not Xiaodie! Get out here!"
The backyard was quiet, without a sound.
Several lights lit up one after another on the third floor of the villa not far away; those were the servants' quarters.
Footsteps sounded continuously, as the servants living in the villa rushed over upon hearing the noise.
"Young Master Ming, what's wrong? Why are you in the backyard?" the old butler asked with concern.
That night, he had already dismissed all the servants and the butler—it shouldn't have been them.
Don't be afraid, we're always here for you!
The text message came again, and at this moment, all the servants were in front of him, so it was clear that they hadn't done it.
"I'm fine, I was just taking a walk. You guys go back!"
After saying that, Ming Shigao ignored them and went straight back to his room.
The moment he closed the door, Ming Shigao could no longer suppress his fear. He closed the window, hid under the covers, and trembled.
After a while, Ming Shigao, having calmed down, took out his phone and dialed the unknown number.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."
Almost simultaneously, Ming Shi Gao received another text message: [Want to know the truth? Tomorrow night at 6 PM, Lovers' Restaurant, Room 521!]
Seeing this, Gao Siming couldn't help but chuckle. "Heh, Qingyu, this is really interesting. You actually came to me for inspiration? Your lousy comic is so disjointed. Suspense? Fantasy? Now it's supernatural? I'd like to see how you're going to write next!"
In comics...
The next day, Ming Shigao arrived as promised at the place called Lovers' Restaurant.
Just like in real life, the signboard at the entrance of the Lovers' Restaurant features three colored lights that spell out the number 520, conveying a romantic atmosphere.
On one side of the restaurant, a hunched old man held a string of colorful heart-shaped balloons in his hand.
Ming Shigao paused briefly at the entrance before entering the restaurant.
Led by a curious waiter, we arrived at the door of private room 520.
At this moment, Ming Shigao's fear surged again. Would Xiaodie be inside the private room when the door opened?
Qingyu didn't seem to like playing the suspense game. Ming Shigao only paused at the door for a moment before bravely opening the door to the private room.
Pushing open the door, I saw that it wasn't Xiaodie inside.
Ming Shigao felt relieved.
"Mr. Ming Shigao, please have a seat!"
At this moment, sitting in the private room was actually an old man over fifty! No wonder the waiter had looked at him so strangely earlier!
The old man was dressed in an incongruous black Zhongshan suit, and surprisingly, he bore a striking resemblance to his old butler.
Could this be Xiaodie's father?
That shouldn't be the case. Ming Shigao had heard Xiaodie mention that she came from a poor family, was orphaned, and was raised by her older brother. This middle-aged man couldn't possibly be her older brother, could he?
"Mr. Ming, please take a seat. Don't worry, I am neither Zhuang Die's father nor her older brother!"
The man seemed to be able to read minds, seeing through Ming Shigao's inner thoughts.
"Who are you?"
Ming Shigao finally sat down. Now that he was here, there were some things he needed to figure out.
"Who I am is not important. I am simply here to deliver a gift to you, as requested by Miss Zhuang Die in her dream!"
The comic suddenly shifts to the entrance of the Lovers' Restaurant, where an explosion occurs from the inside out.
The sound of the explosion shattered the windows and knocked down the old man selling balloons at the door.
The story ends here, but Qingyu still leaves the readers with a cliffhanger.
In the next episode of "My Secret," the finale, what happened at the Lovers' Restaurant? What exactly is the secret of Ming Shi Gao?
To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter!
"Hehe, Qingyu, what exactly do you want to do?" Gao Siming turned off his phone and walked to the window with his cane.
Looking into the distance, in the same spot at Building 68 not far away, there seemed to be a beautiful figure watching him.
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