Chapter 707 God
This thought was like a dark cloud filled with rain, hanging over Tu Lanxun's heart.
N stood there with his hands hanging down, his eyes moving towards her. Tu Lanxun picked up the black schoolbag. The spherical object inside was extremely heavy. She didn't want to open the bag at all, let alone take out the skull with her own hands.
"Put it back." He hissed softly.
Putting it back obviously meant resting the skull on the corpse's neck. Tu Lanxun's hands trembled twice before she opened the bag. She closed her eyes and rubbed the slightly rough surface through her sleeve. It felt cold; the skull wasn't as smooth as she had imagined.
The weight was quite heavy, and she almost dropped it, but she finally put the black bag under her armpit, held the skull in her hands, placed it on the drawer of the refrigerator, and slightly adjusted it.
Now, the headless corpse that had lived here for nearly ten years was complete again, the shriveled body connected to the skeletal head, the pair of empty eye sockets with black holes looking upwards, the lower jaw slightly open, as if there were unfinished words. No one could feel at peace with this scene.
Seeing N didn't move, Tu Lanxun quickly put her sleeves up and pushed the drawer back. The freezer made a dull sound. She said, "Let's go."
She didn't dare look directly at N, so she turned her eyes away, and the information card just fell back on the corner of the cabinet door. Suddenly, her back shook, and the chill on her neck became even heavier.
This headless corpse has an exact date of death. Yes, his body shows no signs of severe decay, so he must have been discovered not long after his death.
It was March 16th six years ago. Tu Lanxun remembers that day very clearly, as it was her sixteenth birthday.
After her birthday, she did hear that a headless male corpse was found on the outskirts of Lucheng, and panic was spreading in the circle at that time.
Because the death date reported was very coincidental, she noticed a post that was widely circulated. The original author was a classmate who was said to have relatives in the police station. He revealed some hard information, but was ordered to delete it shortly afterwards.
Moreover, she remembered very clearly that the concentration of ether in the headless man's body was very high, and there were scalpel marks on the incision on his head and neck. She suspected that the murderer had received clinical medical education and might even be a practicing doctor.
The full name of N should be Dr. Nightbird.
The news only briefly mentioned Dr. Nightingale's story in the game. He was originally a gentle and polite young elite in the hospital, but he was a cold-blooded butcher behind the scenes. He destroyed an entire city by himself, and thousands of citizens died at his hands.
After coming to Earth, did he continue to pursue his personal hobbies?
Tu Lanxun's hair almost stood up. If she had been holding on to N before, she might have had the luck that N would not kill her, but at this moment, the suspected murderer of the unsolved case had already held her hostage, carrying evidence, and standing in front of the victim's body.
The next step is to silence her. A mouthful of saliva stuck in her throat. N had said before that there were still many empty boxes in the freezer.
No one would come in here unless they were storing or accessing the bodies of unknown persons or victims. If it was a routine inspection, who would open the doors of the empty boxes one by one to see if there was an extra blue-painted corpse inside?
The cold metal drawer did not look comfortable at all, and her skin would also change color and become textured. However, this place was not far from the incinerator, so her mother could cremate her easily. However, paying for the funeral expenses this time was not so easy for Chairman Tu.
“There are surveillance cameras here,” Tu Lanxun heard himself say. “My entire journey here was recorded.”
N lowered his eyes to look at her, an incomprehensible light flickering behind his broken pupils. He gently opened his pale lips and said, "I know."
Her voice was trembling. "This won't do you any good. We can work together. I have a living identity and a convenience store. I've been learning management since I was a child. I can be useful!"
The girl in front of him was extremely frightened, and her naturally curly black hair was trembling, but she managed to keep her voice steady.
This space surrounded by the dead seemed to give her the courage to look directly into the cracks in N's eyes and even observe his facial expressions and reactions.
The neck, belonging to a living person, was very slender, connected to an equally slender body. However, this person, who was considered thin for N, had a pair of very clear black eyes, which made her insist on her own value as if challenging others.
He avoided her gaze.
"I'll handle the surveillance footage," N replied. He leaned over slightly and reached for the black schoolbag in Tu Lanxun's hand. Tu Lanxun grabbed it tightly, refusing to let go, and pulled the river up stubbornly, "No!"
This was the only way she could resist; running wouldn't get her away, as if carrying his bag would save her from being killed. It was stupid, but Tu Lanxun had no choice.
N's face turned even colder. Looking at Tu Lanxun's expression was like looking at a cat biting something and not letting go. He used a lot of force but not enough to cause fractures to pry open her fingers one by one. The bag disappeared in his hand, along with her hope.
Tu Lanxun's breathing was disordered. The excessive adrenaline made her hands and feet weak, and her entire face was numb. She couldn't even squeeze out tears. She looked around panically and aimlessly, her vision out of focus.
Is this the end of my 22-year life?
Bankrupt, poor, insulted, coerced, and eventually forever surrounded by the corpses of vagrants, with no home to return to even in death.
She still had a bit of rationality left, and she acted more exaggeratedly as if she was having difficulty breathing. In fact, she clutched the necklace under her lapel. It was a proven piece of waste and could not block N at all, but she still pressed it down.
All gods, all ghosts, please, please let her live. She is willing to do anything just to see tomorrow's sun.
At the same second, before the switch was triggered, a chill encircled her wrist, and her thumb suddenly froze, unable to move at all.
N's face slightly enlarged in front of her eyes. He really had a shockingly beautiful face. At this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his lips curved into an impatient arc. "What are you doing?"
Tu Lanxun stepped back to distance herself from him. The other party didn't seem to have any intention of killing her. The deed was already done. She had seen his face, and she rejected his value even as a bag carrier. Why didn't he do it yet?
N looked away, put her back, and turned towards the exit, not intending to look back.
The blood rushed back to her body, and Tu Lanxun's legs finally went limp and she fell to the ground. Her malfunctioning tear glands finally regained consciousness, and she blinked hard.
She is still alive.
The gods and ghosts all agreed.
"Are you planning to sleep here?" N stopped and didn't even turn his head. His voice was as cold as a metal door.
Tu Lanxun got up, brushed off the dust on his pants, and ran after him. He even tried to open the door for N, but he got an indifferent and disdainful look from N. "Hmph."
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When he returned to the convenience store, it was already past noon, and Tu Lanxun felt as if he had been reborn.
She felt exhausted and looked at N's expression. He had no intention of using the bathroom and walked straight to the chair he had been in that morning. She then went in and washed her face.
Tu Lanxun cleaned herself up, but her suitcase was still at the rental house, so she had no choice but to continue wearing the clothes that had been stained by the funeral home. As she left the bathroom, her hunger pangs crept back. She should eat more lunch to replenish her energy.
The better self-heating hot pots on the shelf were all gone, so Tu Lanxun found two packets of instant noodles. She hated the feeling of being a lackey, but her legs couldn't help but walk towards N and stop three meters away. "Do you want some Sichuan pepper instant noodles?"
N sat upright yet casually, his head down, flipping through a notebook without even looking up. Tu Lanxun stood there for ten seconds before hearing two words: "I don't want to eat."
What's he not eating? Sichuan peppercorns or lunch. Does he have a limit on his mouth?
She took a deep breath, changed to the coriander flavor, still two packets, and poured water into the oden pot.
The aroma of the food made people feel calm, even though Tu Lanxun was not very fond of the food. She served two bowls of noodles and poured soup on them. She came to N with the bowls and chopsticks, like a boy serving a god, and put them on the shelf.
This time she saw clearly that the paper book N was flipping through was a blank book with no words on it.
But he just kept turning the pages slowly, his long fingers caressing each corner, his gaze shifting slightly. He was reading a wordless book with his broken eyes.
Tu Lanxun shuddered and saw that N had no intention of getting up to eat. She didn't care and ran back to eat the noodles. She cursed in her heart that next time she would burn three incense sticks for him, he would eat it.
After finishing his meal, Tu Lanxun was about to wash the pot. When he passed by shelf N again, he found that the disposable paper bowls were empty, with only some soup left, and all the noodles had evaporated.
She took it away and couldn't help wondering how he managed to eat the bowl of noodles from three meters away since she never heard N get up.
And the more important question is what N wants to do with her.
She desperately needed to know this.
People are so greedy. Once they realize their lives are no longer in danger, they want to move forward, live a clean life, and not be coerced into becoming accomplices. So Tu Lanxun stood not far from N and said, "I think we should talk."
N's ears moved slightly, obviously hearing these words that sounded like the opening remarks of a breakup. He didn't move, his fingers continued to turn the pages, and he just raised his eyes, his expression becoming even more gloomy and unpredictable.
"Thank you very much for not killing me, really. You even paid for my taxi fare." Tu Lanxun recited the words. The second thank you was genuine. She paid for the return trip with the banknotes that N had transformed into. Although this was just to prevent her from using electronic payment, money is money.
She continued, "But for someone as powerful as you, I probably can't help much. I have no money and am bankrupt. I even owe a lot of money to others. I'm also very weak. I can't climb the mountain or dig the soil..."
N closed the notebook, lowered his leg from where it was folded, and clasped his gloved hands on his knees. He looked over at me expressionlessly.
"You have a living identity, a convenience store, and you've been learning management since childhood. You'll be very useful—that's what you said."
Tu Lanxun was choked. She didn't expect N to have such a good memory. He repeated her words word for word, and his tone was flat, as if he was discussing the quality of an item, downplaying it, and saying it just to make her feel ashamed of her dishonesty.
"There is no conflict." Tu Lanxun refused to admit defeat and said lightly and quickly: "I have a convenience store, but it makes no money without customers. I know some business management, but I am not very strong and cannot do things like digging, fighting and cutting things." She tried hard to position herself within the white line of the law.
N fell silent, as if he hadn't expected her sharp tongue and her cunning ability to justify herself. He felt a surge of irritation for no reason and stared at the person before him. The other person stared back at him, a perfectly convincing smile on his face, so sincere that it was impossible to find fault with it.
A liar, a liar who will say anything to achieve her goals.
She put on this friendly expression just to get more out of his bottom line. Today she asks for a life, tomorrow she asks for something else. It's stupid and ridiculous.
Just like he was before.
Tu Lanxun struck while the iron was hot, "I won't tell anyone about what happened today. If you're busy with other things, there's no need to waste your time here with me. I promise!"
N raised his eyelids: "You don't want to face the guests who come to visit here tonight alone, do you?"
Tu Lanxun was alert. "What guest?"
N: "A few of my acquaintances."
She: Someone familiar?
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