Chapter 8
After the live broadcast ended, Leyuan returned to the cemetery alone, blew up his old phone, lay on the flat ground, felt the strange coolness that had not yet completely dissipated, closed his eyes and rested.
The mosquitoes and insects around were buzzing as they circled the trees and grass, but when they got close, they couldn't help but fall from mid-air, all trembling and gradually losing their breath. The corpses of insects that died from the cold formed a layer on the ground, and Leyuan could see them just by turning his head. He was not bothered by the mosquitoes and insects, and he didn't take the time to wash his face. He could see the newly fallen corpses as soon as he opened his eyes.
What is the difference between humans and insects?
The death of a human being is no different than the death of a dog.
The system asks: "What are you thinking about?"
Paradise replied: "What can be done to deal with weirdness?"
The system said: "Only weirdness can fight weirdness. Unless you become weird, you will never have the power to fight weirdness, let alone survive in the face of weirdness."
Leyuan smiled and said, "That's great. I've been worried these days that the weird one might be a soft-hearted rubbish. Now that you say that, I feel relieved."
System Explanation: "If weird is soft-hearted garbage, then the end of the world can't be the result of an outbreak of weird."
The system paused and added: "It is impossible to kill weird."
"If weirdness is what you worry about, do you think it's bad?"
System asked.
Leyuan smiled and said, "How can such a soft-hearted rubbish be called weird? It's just another kind of person who is born weird but has slightly stronger powers."
His smile gradually faded: "If the weirdos are all a bunch of rubbish, no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to get enough scare value. You might as well tell me from the beginning that dying now is the greatest relief. The shackles of fate will always be firmly tied to me.
I will not have any extra fantasies, no expectations, and will not try to please the audience like a clown on the stage and never get equal respect and hope. If you lie to me——"
The system asked: "Will you kill me?"
Paradise denied, "No, I would kill myself without hesitation to avoid further unbearable pain."
The system seemed a little confused: "Why should I endure it?"
Le Yuan raised the corners of his lips expressionlessly: "Then I should have died earlier."
You won't get a chance to see me.
The color of Paradise is extremely pale, like a giant camellia that has blossomed to the point of withering, hanging heavily on a branch and could fall to the ground at any moment, covered with dust and ashes.
He was wrapped in the night soil, like a young noble drinking at a banquet, wrapped in a dark gray half-cloak made of his own corpse, with a temptation like aged poison.
He used to be dead, but now he looks like a monster with gaping wounds when he smiles.
The system was silent for a while, like a small insect submerged in the waves of golden wine, tasting the poison wrapped in honey.
"What do you want to trade?"
The system followed the host and watched the entire live broadcast. It was even the eyes and hands of the live broadcast. It knew that the host was looking for a trading partner, but it didn't know why the host suddenly did this. There was simply no reason.
Paradise is still awake: "I just want to get back at them. I want to pay them back for what they did to me, but I feel bad because I should abide by basic morals, but I don't have that. I did these things, but I still feel it's not enough. The problem is that I can't indulge myself in pleasure."
He paused and smiled subtly: "They always liked to ask me why before, why did you do this, why did you say this, why were you so bad and didn't listen to us to admit your mistakes and correct your shortcomings..."
Le Yuan's breathing was imperceptibly interrupted for a moment: "I don't like this word, and I don't want to hear them ask me these questions. I can't answer them, and they won't listen to me."
He narrated slowly: "After I finish doing something, I will think about how I should explain if someone asks me why. This is the same. I really want to say there is no reason and stop asking, but things have to come to an end. I can choose not to answer, but I can't stop thinking about it."
How can an IOU not be considered a transaction?
A gust of wind blew, and the paper rustled.
Leyuan said: "Although I am an orphan and don't remember having any parents, they all told me that it is like this, you should have them, you originally have them, they live with you, but they don't come home often, you should not resent them, they love you too.
I've heard enough and I feel sick.
The 8 million debt that debt collectors often mention to me is the so-called debt owed by my parents. They always think that I am ignoring my blood relationship in order to avoid paying back the debt. In fact, to me, those things do not exist at all. They suddenly appeared, the debts, the IOUs, the causes and consequences of the debts, and the rules and regulations.
In a sense, the $8 million that the debt collector asked me for was the result of a transaction between those non-existent parents and someone else.
The IOU is the entity of this transaction.
The same thing happened to Li Xiaomei, the IOU for 8,000 yuan I wrote.
An IOU is the corpse of a transaction.
As a weirdo, what's wrong with being attracted to dead bodies?"
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Le Yuan said: "I want to take revenge on them, that's why I'm looking for them. I'm weirdly attracted to corpses, this is a process."
The system asked: "What's the result?"
Rakuen replied: "I plan to use the new weird card I get from the card pool to take on the identity that the Weeping Stick Man is looking for, the person to trade with."
The system asks, “What is this for?”
Leyuan replied: "I can take this opportunity to get close to the crowd and get what I want in the name of trade.
I can prove that weirdness is not uncommunicable. It makes humans more alert and allows us to occupy the communication channel between weirdness and humans for a short period of time, thereby obtaining more information and facilitating action.
I can use live streaming to let more people know that weirdness is not so easy to deal with, and my life will be very interesting from now on."
The system asked: "I remember that this was not included in the mission. Are you too motivated?"
Leyuan suddenly asked: "Do you still remember what you promised me?"
He murmured and repeated with a smile: "You can get everything you want."
Le Yuan asked, "How could I resist such a great temptation?"
The system fell silent.
It was still dark and it seemed as if the incident had happened just a minute ago. Someone had come looking for the park.
Paradise sat under the shade of the trees, like an old man in a white vest leaning on a recliner on a summer night, waving a palm-leaf fan, swinging his slippers, squinting his eyes and dozing off.
The people over there gradually came over.
They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Paradise, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, stood not far away, looked at him, and after confirming his identity, took a step forward and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, are you the student Paradise who came here tonight to broadcast live?"
"Yes," Leyuan asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
The police lowered the flashlight for a distance, shining more light on the ground. They continued to move forward and said in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, we will not cause any adverse impact on your safety. We just saw the live broadcast and want to ask you something. You can't sleep well here."
Leyuan replied sullenly, "I'm sorry, I can't leave because the live broadcast and sleeping here at night were both scheduled in advance. I can't change it without permission."
The young policeman was a little anxious: "But if you don't leave, we——"
He paused, and was poked by the older policeman, so he stopped talking. He turned sideways, holding the flashlight, looking a little aggrieved.
Leyuan could guess what he was going to say. They would not be able to complete the mission and would not be able to report to their superiors. And the only people who could report to them were the elders of the Zhang family.
The older policeman said to the park, "I'm sorry, we didn't consider your idea in advance. It was our fault, but this matter is very important. If you don't go, we will be in trouble. Just think of it as cooperating with our work. We will protect the safety of the people at ordinary times, right?"
These words sound like both a lie and a threat.
If you don't help, we won't protect you.
If you don’t cooperate, you don’t deserve safety.
Leyuan smiled and said, "Then I'm going to make a phone call."
The young policeman couldn't wait to agree: "Okay!"
Paradise said: "My cell phone exploded and can't be used..."
The young policeman handed him his own cell phone: "You can use this."
Leyuan took it: "Thank you."
The young policeman waved his hand: "It's okay."
He asked curiously, "Why did your phone explode?"
Paradise replied: "Something happened tonight. I don't know what happened, but it just blew up after the live broadcast ended."
The young policeman nodded and said, "I thought it was of poor quality and wanted to advise you not to buy it in the future."
He smiled awkwardly.
The call to the park didn't go through, so he returned the phone to the police and said, "I can go with you."
The older policeman waved his hand, and it seemed that he subconsciously wanted to handcuff Leyuan, but he didn't take out the handcuffs. He remembered that the person in front of him was not a criminal, paused, turned around and said, "Let's go."
The young policeman was driving, Leyuan was sitting in the back seat, and the older policeman was sitting next to him, extremely alert. When they arrived at the police station, it looked very busy since they had been there all night.
The two police officers questioned Leyuan about the live broadcast tonight, and Leyuan told them everything. After consideration, the police asked Leyuan to keep his mouth shut. Leyuan agreed. The police printed out a request in black and white on a piece of paper and asked Leyuan to sign it. Then they said to him, "After you sign, you can go home. We can take you home."
Leyuan signed with his head down, his voice hesitant: "But I still have to go to class."
The young policeman was surprised: "You're going to class like this?"
Leyuan looked at him, and he quickly said, "It's not that you are wrong, but school is closed today."