Chapter 57 When the bell needs you, just recite my name silently
This man spoke of wanting to repay a favor, but his expression looked as if he were seeking revenge. Chang Xile said, "I don't remember ever needing to be repaid."
Wessel shrugged, smiled, and asked her, "Do I look like a human being?"
What nonsense! He's nothing like a human... After she repeated this sentence in her mind, a sense of déjà vu flashed through Chang Xile's heart. She reacted and pointed at him in shock, saying, "You, you, you are..."
Wessel calmly took her hand and bent down to kiss the back of it. "It's me. Do you recognize me now?"
It was that weasel who had asked her for a title. He had taken advantage of Chang Xile's ignorance to trick her into completing the loan of luck, and now he had the nerve to appear in front of her! Almost all the bad luck that had happened in the past few days was caused by him. Chang Xile almost died because of it. When she thought of this, she immediately withdrew her hand.
At this point, it would be foolish for her to still believe that Wessel was some kindhearted person out to repay a favor. Chang Xile affirmed, "You actually wish I were dead, don't you?"
In this way, he could just clap his hands and leave without having to worry about anything else.
"Of course." Wessel made no secret of his intentions, seemingly unabashedly unembarrassed. He rested his hand on his face and gave an intriguing smile. "But I don't think so now."
This girl is quite interesting.
"But I don't need your help." Chang Xile didn't want to argue with him any further. "You should just leave."
"Don't jump to conclusions yet—" Weatherall dragged out his tone. "In short, you will become more and more fortunate in the future. You should have already felt this. Secondly..."
Wessel took out a black bone whistle and handed it to her: "You have three chances to ask me for help. No matter what it is, I will agree to it."
Faced with these three wishes, which seemed like Aladdin's magic lamp, Chang Xile was not as excited as Wessel had expected. Instead, she frowned hesitantly and asked, "What is this?"
Wessel admired the beautiful bone whistle and told her, "My little finger bone. Until I fulfill your wish, I won't be able to run normally in my original form. This is the whole agreement."
Chang Xile's expression immediately became indescribable. She did not rush to take the bone whistle, but continued to ask: "Is there no other way to summon?" Blowing someone's little finger bone sounded too weird.
"What? Your attitude is too hurtful." Weatherill showed a hurt expression, but he withdrew his hand obediently, held the bone whistle in his hand and squeezed it. In the end, the black bone whistle became a small black bell.
Chang Xile then took the bell and shook it, but she heard no sound. She asked, "Why isn't the bell ringing?"
"It doesn't ring normally. You have to do it like this." Wessel laughed, took Chang Xile's hand, and rang the bell together. He instructed, "Recite my name silently in your heart."
[Weiser.]
The bell rang immediately. The sound was not as clear and ethereal as that of an ordinary bell. Instead, it sounded like an evil whisper quietly coming from some deep place, giving people goose bumps.
"No one else can hear it, only I can." Wessel stepped back before Chang Xile could shake off his hand. He chuckled softly, "Okay, the demonstration is over. Then - goodbye."
In the blink of an eye, Weisel disappeared from her sight. She looked at the bell in her hand, thought for a moment, and put it away properly.
She had an inexplicable premonition that this bell would become a very important part of her future life at some point.
But where was Duobao? Chang Xile looked around, wondering if the "bad guy" Duobao had just mentioned was Weasel. There was no repressive relationship between cats and weasels. It was just that Duobao was still young, so it was normal for him to be afraid of him.
She walked along the road toward her dorm, searching in vain. A kitten was so insignificant in a university town, it was normal not to find it. Chang Xile thought, just like she hadn't seen Sui Sui in a long time.
When she reached the bulletin board near the school dormitory, Chang Xile spotted a familiar figure holding a black umbrella standing in front of her. She paused to watch for a moment, then saw the man raise his hand and peel off a whole section of flyers from a certain part of the bulletin board.
He crumpled up the flyers and threw them into the large green trash can next to him, then left.
Chang Xile waited until he was far away before going forward to take a look. She had seen the content of this section when she passed by, and saw the flyers that Zhong Timeng had just distributed.
If Chang Xile was not mistaken, that person was indeed Chen Moxin. But logically, this was a spontaneous environmental awareness campaign by the photography department. Why did Chen Moxin, as the department head, go against the grain?
She was a little confused, and since it was already late, she decided to call her aunt the next day. The part of the farmhouse they were going to start construction on covered the fog forest halfway up Changle Mountain. She wondered if Tang You and the others were aware of this.
When she returned to the dormitory, Fang Xinai and Ren Qing were laughing at their phones.
"Ahhh, this is so cute! I will feed it next time I go to the cafeteria!" Fang Xinai screamed as he opened the kettle.
"It's quite picky. It won't eat even if something doesn't suit its appetite." Ren Qing smiled and greeted Chang Xile who had just walked in. "Xile, you're back."
"What are you looking at?" Chang Xile greeted them and walked over to them and asked curiously.
"Let me show you, Ren Qing met a super cute kitten in the cafeteria today!" Fang Xinai showed the video on his mobile phone to Chang Xile.
The scene shows a small calico cat perched on a table in the cafeteria, turning to gaze curiously at the camera. The camera's owner slowly approaches, offering it a slice of ham. The cat raises its hand to the camera, then nibbles on the ham while meowing softly. However, after a while, it quickly gives up and runs off to another table, drawing another wave of excited onlookers.
Isn't this Duobao? Chang Xile found its playful behavior amusing. She asked Ren Qing, "What time did you go to the cafeteria?"
"Just now." Ren Qing said, "I went to the dessert section in the cafeteria to buy breakfast for tomorrow."
Good thing you Duobao remembered its plea and searched for it in the school for so long. It turned out that the little girl had gone to the cafeteria to look for food.
Chang Xile felt relieved. She looked up and asked, "Where's Guisi? Hasn't she come back yet?" Didn't she say she was just going to the rental house to get something?
She couldn't help but feel a little worried, afraid that Yang Guisi would run into the two men who had been causing trouble at the door of the rental house a few days ago. Just as Chang Xile took out her phone to contact her, the dormitory door opened again. Yang Guisi took out her key and walked in. Seeing the three men looking at her in unison, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Chang Xile didn't ask any more questions. It's good that he's back.
When she finished washing up and returned to bed, she found that Yang Guisi had sent her a message.
Wang Gui: [I went back and checked again, and my neighbor's spirit didn't return to her own home. This is a bit strange. Normally, a ghost would only stay where they died. Even if they have a deep obsession, it would be difficult for them to travel far without external help.]
(＾ｖ＾): [She kept emphasizing her dead cat. Perhaps that was her obsession.]
In addition to the recording of suspected cat abuse played by the two men at the door, Chang Xile had reason to suspect that they were related to the whereabouts of Yang Shu's cat.
Wang Gui: [Actually, we just need to cooperate with the police to find those two men causing trouble. Didn't you say you didn't want to get too involved with these ghosts and the like?]
Chang Xile did have such thoughts. Her personal power was too small, and the tricks of the ghosts were too complicated. She was not sure whether she could help them without getting stuck in the quagmire herself.
She could only understand cat language and occasionally see ghosts. Could it really be up to a powerless girl like her to save the world?
(＾ｖ＾): [Anyway, let's go to sleep first. I have a full class schedule tomorrow.]
The conversation between the two ended like this.
So much had happened that Chang Xile felt like a long time had passed. However, a quick glance at the calendar revealed that it had only been four weeks since she became a university student.
Her daily schedule was packed, and with her language major requiring morning reading and evening self-study, it would be around ten o'clock by the time she finished her homework and washed up. Even the most energetic couldn't handle such a long day. Chang Xile almost always fell asleep as soon as she finished, rarely even checking her phone.
As for the troubles that had been bothering her, they actually subsided for a few days under this psychological victory method of "if it wasn't happening, it didn't exist." This week, Chang Xile almost felt that the previous period of experience was just a dream.
However, there are still several issues worth paying attention to.
The first thing was that my aunt's phone was constantly disconnected. The line showed it was working, but the other party just wasn't answering. Before Chang Xile could even think of calling the police, Tang You leisurely sent a text message saying she was traveling lately and would see her again someday.
The second incident was the dismissal of Zhong Timeng, the deputy director of the photography department. Chang Xile didn't know the details of the incident, but she saw that her senior, who rarely revealed her personal life on WeChat Moments, suddenly posted a long text message cursing Chen Moxin as a wicked capitalist and saying that she shouldn't have given him the director position in the first place.
Chang Xile could probably guess that the project to develop Changle Mountain into a farmhouse resort was part of the Chen family's business. Zhong Timeng's resistance harmed Chen Moxin's interests, so he naturally squeezed her out of the photography department.
How could ordinary students compete with capital in this matter? No matter how Chang Xile thought about it, he felt that it was indeed difficult.
Such a life was too easily wearying. Despite having classes on Saturday, Chang Xile fell ill again. Yang Guisi and the others, deeply concerned for her health, forced her to take leave, so she had to ask Ren Qing to bring her study notes. However, when Chang Xile woke from a deep sleep, she remembered that she seemed to have an appointment with Daisy Port.
Chang Xile, who was always punctual, was so frightened that she almost jumped out of bed, but she soon found a piece of news that made her feel at ease.
Sihanoukville: [Sorry, I have to take a day off today. The company can't do without me. Are you free tomorrow?]
(＾ｖ＾): [Of course, of course!]
Westport: [Then see you then.]
Chang Xile put down his phone and let out a long sigh. He didn't expect that the "evil" capitalist himself would have to suffer the pain of taking a day off.
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