132 The Outpost (3)
Did they mistake you for someone else?
Tossing aside the useless diary, Qin Fu'an found his work clothes in the room, washed them with water about seven times, and then dried them with his spiritual power.
By the time all this was done, it was completely dark outside.
His working hours are from 0:00 to 24:00, which means he officially started work at midnight tonight.
Qin Fu'an picked up his phone from his work clothes and glanced at the time; it was 9 p.m.
There are still 3 hours of rest time.
Wearing work clothes and carrying his phone, Qin Fu'an strolled aimlessly down the dark and eerie streets, following the route Zhao Yi had drawn in her diary to find a place to stay temporarily.
After walking for about ten minutes, the ghosts he encountered along the way all showed surprise and excitement when they saw his work clothes. Some even came up to him to ask if he was a new deliveryman and when the delivery station would be able to reopen.
Maintaining basic courtesy, the prospective deliverymen, who had not yet officially started their jobs, answered all the questions asked to them with smiles.
When Qin Fu'an reached the end of that route, he unsurprisingly saw the enormous, pitch-black tentacles that silently enveloped all the nearby residential areas.
A hint of a smile finally appeared in Qin Fu'an's indifferent and aloof gaze in the night. He put away his phone, glanced down at his work clothes to make sure they were clean and tidy, and then stepped forward to ring the doorbell of the small building in front of him.
"Who is it? Wait a minute." A young voice came from inside the house, along with a mix of clanging and banging noises, making it hard not to suspect that the house was full of tripping tin cans.
Qin Fu'an stood at the door and waited for a full two minutes before the door was finally opened from the inside.
The boy who opened the door stood inside, looking at Qin Fu'an with curiosity.
"Hello, I'm the new courier at the Fugitive Station." Qin Fu'an looked at him with a smile, introduced himself slowly while the man was still in a daze, and then asked, "I heard that I can stay here temporarily. What price do I need to pay?"
"..." Xie Yunhuai blinked, and after belatedly realizing what the person in front of him was saying, he hurriedly let go of the hand holding the door and turned to the side, saying, "No, there's no need to pay any price, please come in. It's just... it's just that the room is a bit messy."
He stood helplessly inside the door, his flustered words making him seem more like the unsuspecting guest who had barged in.
Seeing this, Qin Fu'an raised an eyebrow and naturally took the initiative.
"It's alright." He said as he walked into the house, his green eyes quickly scanning the place where he would be staying.
It was messy, but not dirty. Bottles and jars were scattered on the ground, but upon closer inspection, they were actually quite clean.
However, no matter how much it was embellished, Qin Fu'an and the viewers watching the live stream roughly understood where they were.
A dilapidated building for garbage sorting and processing.
No wonder they can stay for free.
Finally, those cold, green eyes silently landed on the boy who was still standing awkwardly by the door.
"My name is Qin Fu'an, and yours?" Across the pile of trash waiting to be sorted, Qin Fu'an raised an eyebrow slightly, his sharp and aggressive gaze undisguised.
It seems that even at their first meeting, they were already determined to win over the local indigenous people.
“…Xie Yunhuai.” Xie Yunhuai took a small step back, but accidentally kicked a wine bottle. The sound of the bottle rolling made him gasp for breath. He looked up in a panic and met a pair of green eyes filled with a hint of a smile. His face turned bright red in an instant.
"What's the panic?" Qin Fu'an walked over, casually grabbed the boy's frozen wrist, pulled him back from the doorway where he was about to escape, and slammed the door shut behind him.
The next second, he felt the boy's body, whose wrist he was gripping, tremble with a muffled thud.
Qin Fu'an: "..."
He tentatively loosened his grip.
In an instant, the wrist that had been stiff and obediently held by him began to struggle and try to pull back.
Then he mischievously squeezed it again.
Then that hand stopped moving again, as obedient as a piece of wood.
The owner of this hand had a face that was originally fair but was now flushed red, almost as if it were about to bleed, and his eyes were wet as if they were hiding tears.
Tsk, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a rabbit that has been cornered and has no other choice.
A brighter smile appeared in his green pupils. Qin Fu'an grasped the cold, pale hand, pulled the person in front of him, and asked again with a suppressed laugh, "What's the panic? I don't eat people."
Xie Yunhuai: "..."
The boy kept his head down, and even though his ears were bright red, he didn't really struggle to create distance between them. When he heard the voice, his ears trembled sensitively, and he gently shrank back, whispering, "Mr. Deliveryman... could you let go of me first?"
If it weren't for the tentacles surging from his body, all trembling excitedly and rushing towards him, his performance might have been even more realistic.
Looking at the timid young man before him, Qin Fu'an felt a perfectly apt thought come to mind:
The best hunters are often the ones who appear as the prey.
Just like Xie Yunhuai at this moment.
Harmless, timid, poor, hiding in an abandoned building and surviving by scavenging.
Qin Fu'an chuckled softly, and under the boy's wet gaze, playfully released his slender, fair wrist.
"I'm sorry." He lowered his eyes and apologized with a light smile, "I think I mistook you for someone else. I'm really sorry for offending you."
Not missing the fleeting look of surprise and hidden anger in the boy's eyes, Qin Fu'an suppressed a laugh, took two steps back, turned his back, and began to scrutinize the small building again. He then asked in a distant and unfamiliar tone, "May I stay here for a while?"
The ghost behind him remained silent for a moment before softly replying, "...Of course."
"Then I'll go rest first." Qin Fu'an turned to look at the boy whose expression seemed a little stiff, and smiled, "I hope that we can get along well as temporary roommates in the next few days."
He left right after saying that, without showing any of the offense he had shown when they first met.
It seems that everything is just as he said, and the initial offense was just a misunderstanding caused by mistaking someone for someone else.
With a somber gaze, Xie Yunhuai watched the tall, imposing figure gradually disappear around the corner of the stairs, and slowly tightened his grip on his hands hanging by his sides.
Looking down, the cold, deep gaze lingered for a moment on the obvious red mark around his wrist before the gloomy-faced boy slowly revealed a sinister smile.
Did they mistake you for someone else?
But I didn't mistake the person for someone else.
Those green eyes, that unrestrained, flamboyant smile, even the warm breath when they got close...
There is absolutely no way they will admit their mistake.
So, in your perception, who is the other "me" who was mistaken for someone else?
Whoever it is...
As if thinking of something, Xie Yunhuai's eyes turned completely cold. He lowered his gaze to conceal the murderous intent that was rapidly brewing in his eyes. He slowly stroked his left wrist with his right hand, his fingertips pressed against the still-lingering red marks. A hint of pleasure finally appeared in his cold expression.
My roommate and I get along well.
[Here we go again! Do we really have to witness your play? This isn't how you torture couples!]
[Ugh, Little Cloud's expression was so scary!!! I was afraid he'd jump out of the screen and kill me!]
[Why does the streamer always tease Xiaoyunduo? It feels like the streamer tells all the lies to Xiaoyunduo. Is the streamer's love built entirely on lies? It feels so unfair to Xiaoyunduo.]
[No, this is really chilling, folks! From the very first dungeon until now, it seems like the streamer has never told Xiaoyunduo the truth, but he hasn't told the other ghosts or players many lies!]
[Putting myself in their shoes, if my love were built on the other person's lies, I definitely wouldn't continue to indulge in it after realizing it was a lie. It's simply emotional deception!]
[Doesn't the streamer feel any remorse for constantly lying to Xiaoyunduo? Or does the streamer actually not like Xiaoyunduo at all?]
[...]
It's unclear which comment struck a nerve with the viewers, but suddenly the live stream was flooded with comments condemning Qin Fu'an for lying.
Qin Fu'an noticed it, but had no intention of explaining it.
He merely glanced at them, the curve of his lips never changing, and coldly said to the increasingly agitated audience, "How do you know if I'm lying or telling the truth?"
Viewers in the live chat: "???"
No, do you think we're blind or deaf?
We've been following the live stream the whole time, how could we not tell whether you're lying or telling the truth?
Even the previously silent audience couldn't stand it anymore. Was it a lie or the truth? Wasn't that a fact blatantly obvious in front of them?
Why does Qin Fu'an not only refuse to acknowledge or apologize, but also use such ambiguous words to evade and provoke them?
Some longtime viewers guessed what was going on and quietly left the live stream to go and watch the recordings of previous dungeons. If there were no recordings, they would go and watch the related discussion posts.
Regardless of what they were discussing or what they were about to condemn, Qin Fu'an found a reasonably clean small bed upstairs and went to sleep.
He only had two short hours of rest left, so there was no need to waste them on unnecessary trivial matters like arguing with the audience about whether he was lying or not.
As for the audience's concerns about Xie Yunhuai discovering that he has been deceiving him all along?
The moment Qin Fu'an closed his eyes, the image of the young boy being so earnestly deceived flashed before his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
For Tengshe, lying is instinct; telling the truth is just deception in another sense.
Qin Fu'an could count countless people who would blindly believe everything he said, but only this one person would be exposed and coaxed back after he had believed his lies.
Deception and trickery are certainly not love.
As a powerful demon who devours desires, Qin Fu'an understands the difference between love and desire better than any human.
Deception is not love, but only love can make him follow his instincts at any time and then defy them time and time again.
Little Cloud, who was deceived, knew she had been tricked time and time again, but she could only grit her teeth and curse herself as a liar.
It has to be said that when Xiaoyunduo stared at him with red eyes, gritted her teeth and trembled as she called his name and called him a liar, Qin Fu'an actually felt incredibly satisfied.
Xiao Yunduo was his beloved prey, whom he gradually ensnared with lies. And wasn't Qin Fu'an also prey, whom Xiao Yunduo meticulously ensnared step by step, in one scenario after another?
No one should claim the other is innocent, and no one should condemn the other for resorting to unscrupulous means. After all, they are both essentially monsters driven by greed, neither of them are good people with a conscience or morals.
Qin Fu'an didn't need to care about human opinions at all, because this was a game between two non-human beings.
A lie? A trap?
It's just for fun.
[Author's Note]
Anzai: (Raises an eyebrow) Just some fun between husband and wife~
Yunzai: (laughs) We've been found out?
Audience: ? You guys are inhuman!
Author: QAQ I've taken so many days off this week and I still have a high fever, but I'm back in Chengdu and don't have to work anymore, so I can try my best to update daily from now on!
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