Chapter 270
He gave me half.
"Keep it safe, and find someone to release him from prison tomorrow. If he doesn't know the way, just find someone to take him to his doorstep. Don't worry about anything else.
If you send it to his house, that would be bad.”
The boss said.
"I see."
I replied.
"But if I just let his son go back like this, he might think I am deliberately making things difficult for him and downgrading his son's status."
The boss said.
"I see."
I said.
The boss nodded.
I went to do it, and the next morning I sent the person to Zhenger's doorstep.
Zheng Er didn't sleep the whole night and stayed by my side the whole time. When the matter was finally done, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and pushed his son in.
His son didn't respond at all, as if he was dead, but he was still able to move, so he probably wasn't dead yet, so there was no need to worry too much.
"You should go meet your boss now. Maybe he would like to see you now. I remember that it is working hours recently. You haven't asked for leave yet. You are taking on my work again. Have you completed the task?"
I asked.
"Don't worry, I'll go find him myself."
Zheng Er glanced at me and closed the door.
He seems to hate me, so I won't hang around here anymore.
Anyway, I don't have a job right now, so I'm going home.
But when I was sleeping, someone came and knocked on the door again, it was Zheng Er again.
It turned out that after he went to see his boss, his boss asked him to complete a task, but he saw that the task was impossible to complete.
Because he had no idea, he had never done it before, he simply didn't know how to do it, not at all, and couldn't do it even if he wanted to.
His son couldn't help. His wife was at home being a good wife and mother all day, which was very normal, but it made him even more afraid and he could hardly go back.
He had no choice but to come to me again.
I think this is also one of the results of my boss's suggestion.
"You know what it takes to get work from me, right?
This is a private matter. I can complete the task for you, but you have to pay me for each task.
And it must be given to me before the task begins, otherwise I won’t do it and the company won’t be able to do anything about it.
Because private transactions also require payment. If you don’t pay, it’s not a transaction. There is no transaction and there is nothing to talk about between us.
You know what our relationship is? Rubbish.
Why do you always think I can help you? Can't others? Oh, you seem to have asked others. Sorry, I haven't been thinking well recently.
Maybe it's a new painkiller that has amnesia-inducing effects.
If you're in a hurry, we can go out now.
But I urge you to think carefully.
Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
I said to him.
"Then I'll think about it for a while."
Anyway, he doesn't have to complete the task now.
He went back home.
He saw his wife coming to him with a knife in her hand, and saw his son smiling, cutting three lines on his face, and rushing towards him while bleeding.
He thought this kind of life was terrible.
If he were really crazy, maybe he would feel happy.
Even if he can't do anything, he will be happy.
Because the false world is always happy.
The same is true for the ones you create yourself.
But if this world was created by someone, it's really terrible.
Because everything is terrible and everyone is going to die.
Moreover, death and suffering are inseparable.
"Maybe I did something bad in my last life, so I am being retaliated in this way in this life."
He muttered to himself and closed the door.
A man came and knocked on the door. He opened the door. The man had a stack of flyers in his hand. He handed them to him and left.
He glanced at the flyer in his hand. There was only one flyer, which said "South City Circus, Welcome." The time is today, next hour.
He wanted to go and take a look, he thought maybe there was a little chou there.
He went there alone, holding the flyer.
It was pitch black inside the circus, and a giant octopus was crawling around, apparently mopping the floor.
This octopus is still bright red, but it turns purple when it's tired, and turns black when it hides in a corner.
The color looks very lively.
Judging from the wet ground, this cleaner is working really hard!
A burst of music came over.
It was like a cookie jumped up and hit him on the head.
As he listened, he gradually became sleepy and fell asleep.
When he woke up, the lights flickered, and it was as if all the time at the circus had passed in one second.
He stood up from his seat and saw a black shadow on every seat around him, but he couldn't see the faces of these shadows.
It was as if, besides him, there were only shadows here.
There is no one anymore.
"Merciful God, please save me. I am willing to give everything and be your loyal believer forever. I want a happy and fulfilling life, I want money, and I want children and grandchildren.
I have so many more things.”
He didn't know whether he said it out loud or not, but after he finished praying, he felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if a long needle had pierced into it.
His eyes rolled back and he fell into a coma.
He was the prime minister and also a teacher, teaching many students. He became the most powerful person in the court except the emperor. He was indeed powerful.
He also had a wife, concubines, sons, daughters, grandsons, great-grandsons, and a large number of descendants.
He lived in a wealthy family, and the room he lived in was more spacious, bright, magnificent and expensive than the houses where families lived together.
And it is extremely rare.
Everything around him is a work of art.
He has risen rapidly from a young age to the present day and there is almost nothing that can stop him.
He felt very happy.
But this kind of happiness is fleeting.
Like a beautiful colorful bubble sparkling in the sun that will soon burst.
bang.
A sick-brained creature emerged.
This is a person, maybe, everyone says it is.
He couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, and he didn't think it was really a person.
He thought that perhaps these people had problems with their brains and were polluted, so they thought that a thing that was not a human was a human and allowed this thing to appear among the crowd.
So openly.
There is no hope.
It looks like this world is about to end.
Go to hell!
He laughed.
The emperor told him about the disaster and he said it was up to him.
The emperor talked to him about the imperial examination, and he said he could do whatever he wanted.
When the emperor told him the news of defeat, he said, "It was not my battle, so I should die if I deserved to."
He finally went crazy.
When he heard the crazy thing talking, he couldn't bear it and crashed into the pillar next to him.
There was a loud bang, and his brain exploded like a watermelon, oozing out yellow-green mucus and some black particles.
If his face is a bowl of rice, those grains are sesame seeds. If his head is a watermelon, those grains are watermelon seeds. If his neck is a wheat field, those grains are weed seeds.
But unfortunately, the world he lives in is a world with a sick brain, so those particles are his disease.
It is the eggs of countless monsters.
Those things hatched from his body.
The whole world turned dark.
The past was so wonderful that he woke up and felt that he had a good dream.
A cup of hot milk was handed to him, along with cereal, fruit grains, and dried yogurt lumps.
Looks and tastes good.
He drank it and thanked the octopus legs.
"Thank you, thank you, I'm going home now."
He stood up and crawled unsteadily.
He climbed out with a smile.
He said to the red-eyed rabbit beside him: "Thank you very much for the glass of milk you gave me. I will return it to you. What do you want? How about I give you some wheat straw? Hehehe."
He stood on two legs, crawled on all fours, talked to the rabbit with one head, and said goodbye to the octopus with the other.
It also grew two more hands that acted like wings for flying, and feathers gradually grew on those arms. At first they were white, but he didn't like them, so the colors turned black.
"Great, great, I can go home faster."
He said with a smile.
So he jumped and rolled on the ground, and slammed the door of his house with a bang, as if he had just woken up from a big dream.
“That’s a really wonderful story.”
He smiled, stood up and opened the door.
On his chest, near his heart, there was a blood-red mark that flashed for a moment and then disappeared. It was proof that he had become a believer in a certain god.
He wanted a better world, so he believed in his god.
His body was as beautiful as he had imagined.
If he really wants that, who knows what he will become? An idea can change in an instant.
People can too.
When he has the power given by God, he can become anything.
That's why there are all kinds of people on the street.
Everyone lives happily in such a city.
Who could be unhappy here?
No, no, absolutely not.
You can hear all kinds of laughter every day.
They are not sent by the same person.
How can I not be happy?
Definitely not.
If there are, let them die.
The next morning, Zheng Er knocked on the door and came to see me again. He said he wanted to take me to see the boss, so I went to see the boss.
"He came to me yesterday and said that he couldn't complete the task and that you still have to do it, so he hopes you can be reinstated. Do you want to continue working?"
The boss asked me.
"Yes, yes."
I said with a smile.
"You have two mouths today. It's really ugly. Why one on each side? Can you choose the middle one? It's hard for me to look at you with two eyes. I'm not a spider."
The boss said.
"I'm so sorry, I'll just use my mouth."
I smiled at my boss and rubbed my face.
There is only a mouth left on the face.
The boss also rubbed his eyes, splitting the eye on his forehead into two.