Chapter 63 "The Deliveryman" (Final) Four Generations of Couples
Jane Diedda: "..."
No wonder I was itchy all over. No wonder a bucket went missing from the house for no reason, and my stepfather and Zhang Mei didn't even buy a new one.
Because the bucket wasn't lost; it just contained the head of a girl who had been raped/murdered, and it was carefully placed in the bathroom, where it lived with this family day and night.
One night, even a month later, the neighbors complained that the stepfather and Zhang Mei had removed the bathroom ceiling that day, and at the same time, the yellow bucket that belonged to Jian Xiaoshi in the house disappeared.
Normal perverts will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell.
Jian Xiao's stepfather is the kind of person who should be asked to have the ghost messengers build him an additional 19 stories.
No, perhaps the system intentionally set up this all-night game to deal with these "extremely evil players" who are impossible to kill in the ordinary world on the '19th' level.
But Zhang Mei was a heavily pregnant woman with a baby inside her. Why did she have to get involved? When her devilish stepfather showed signs of committing a crime, why didn't she divorce him or call the police?
Since Zhang Mei was cornered at the door, she could only explain her motive with one sentence: "Shut up! Did you call the police? I already told you, Lao Wang was just confused for a moment. Everyone around here says he's an honest man. It was because I'm heavily pregnant that he went out and wasted money. Blame that prostitute for being so young and not learning good things. Because I'm pregnant, I haven't been able to satisfy Lao Wang for several months. I don't want to find him another woman. Who can help me persuade him to stay...? I could only trick that prostitute into the house... and then I tied her up with a rubber band and threw her into the bathroom. Who knew she would find Lao Wang's daughter's school uniform and start saying she went to that school too, and that she was going to call the police..."
Looking at Zhang Mei outside the door, she was devastated just thinking about her husband being arrested for soliciting prostitutes.
She screamed, “Jian Xiaoshi… I’ve told you to listen to me time and time again, but you always go against my wishes. The police raided the bathhouse, and Lao Wang and I are both finished. You still say you’re not a traitor. Some children are born to bring misfortune to their parents, and your birth chart is like that! Ever since you were born, your father has started gambling. I went to a fortune teller, and the fortune teller told me that you will bring me to my death sooner or later. If you don’t die, I won’t even live to sixty. The one in my belly is my son. He is a lucky star, and you are a jinx. Jian Xiaoshi, you are a debt collector.”
Zhang Mei: "You are my child, why can't you be considerate of me! You even insist on bringing me bad luck!"
Her attitude toward parent-child relationships chilled Jian Dieda to the bone at this moment. In fact, Zhang Mei had already abandoned the title of mother and chosen the most indifferent and selfish side of human nature.
Because calling the police would cause Zhang Mei's stepfather to abandon her again, Zhang Mei decided to get involved in order to save her marriage, turning herself from a victim into a perpetrator of violence.
Zhang Mei, who had carried her son for ten months, no longer cared about her husband. She finally decided to kill him, and her stepfather was probably waiting for his wife to help him destroy the evidence.
Jane Dieda: "It was never me who brought you bad luck. You killed someone. You are a woman, a mother, yet you acted as bait for a male murderer, allowing her to be raped, and you and your husband strangled someone else's daughter!"
Zhang Mei: "..."
Jane Dieder: "You deserve to go to jail!"
“It’s you who deserves to die!” the woman said.
The bucket stained with blood was thrown aside again and smashed against the wall.
Both of them were struggling on the brink of life and death, knowing that the police could arrive at any moment. Zhang Mei kept hitting the boy's head, but a series of curses wishing him an early death and early rebirth did not come out of either of her mouths. The person who wanted to nail Jian Dieda to the title of jinx was still his birth mother, the one who hated him the most in the world.
Dark blood slowly trickled down his eyelids. The seventeen-year-old boy screamed in despair, as if he had a thousand words stuck in his throat, which turned into a plea for his mother's mercy.
"mom……"
"Stop hitting me, it hurts so much..."
"mom……"
"mom……"
Perhaps because she never expected to be called "Mom," Zhang Mei paused when the mentally impaired boy called her that.
With his superb acting skills, Jane Dieda seized the opportunity to slap the knife away.
He knocked the screaming middle-aged pregnant woman to the ground.
At this moment, Zhang Mei still had a fierce look in her eyes. His hands, covered in cold sweat, did not kill his birth mother for the original owner, because even though Jian Xiaoshi, who needed the answer the most, was no longer there, Zhang Mei was still the mother of this body.
However, the word "mother" can no longer trigger any heartwarming or touching storylines.
Only evil spirits came.
Jian Dieda recited the evil incantation.
The house was filled with the evil thoughts of the Corpse King. The murderer's karmic debt had to be repaid. A spirit without a physical body, dressed in a blood-red dress, pounced on the pregnant woman's belly, causing her to let out a terrifying scream, followed by a frantic cry for help.
Amidst the chaotic magnetic field interference of a malevolent ghost entering the house to seek revenge.
The neighbors called the police.
The police, the stepfather who was brought to identify the house, and Zhong Yinghuai who arrived later all saw it. At that time, Jian Dieda was unconscious, and Zhang Mei had been possessed by the female ghost. She was holding onto her stepfather tightly and could not be dragged away. Finally, the couple, exhausted, collapsed to the ground. Within ten minutes, they were both covered in large sores.
After being taken to the hospital, purplish-black pus mixed with black noodle worms kept crawling out of Zhang Mei's nostrils. Her stepfather had his ear bitten off, and the woman was bleeding from all seven orifices and fell into a coma, but the ghost's resentment was not over yet.
Zhang Mei went into premature labor.
The obstetrician announced a shocking piece of news at the same time as the CT scan results came out: Zhang Mei had given birth to a flat, paper-thin fetus.
The doctor, pale-faced, said, "Officer... I can't explain all of this medically... but that baby's body... looks like it's been dead for a month."
Ruan Lili died tragically a month ago.
The baby had already died in the womb at this time.
No one knows what kept the baby 'alive' during this time, but Jane probably knows the truth.
He was the only person who ever spoke to the 'baby,' or rather, to the evil spirit.
As a demon, the female victim apparently didn't want to kill Zhang Mei so easily; she hid inside the pregnant woman's belly and ate the son that Zhang Mei wanted most.
According to the script that Jane Dieda saw, the child was originally born with congenital defects and was already a paper-thin fetus in the womb. Now it is being used to pay off karmic debts, and it is only the stepfather and Zhang Mei's own fault.
So far, the ghost has been avenged, but the system's requirement for plot completeness seems to be far from over.
They don't understand medicine very well, let alone the supernatural.
As a mortal, Jian Dieda chose to put away the last murder mystery scene card. As the panel showed a plot progress of 98%, he heard a sensational supernatural science explanation.
"Legend has it that when people die, they go to hell and the judge settles all their scores. Some mistakes will be offset by good deeds, and some people will be born with debts from their past lives. These debts are very heavy, so they are carried for life after life. They are often called debts to children, debts to abortion, debts of reincarnation, debts of life, debts of imprisonment, debts of heaven and earth, and debts to all sentient beings."
"Because all beings suffer, these debts will manifest in your present life as hardships and disasters. Some people do more good deeds in this life, and their debts from past lives will be deducted one by one. But some people repeat the same mistakes, and their karmic debts will be repaid double. In the end, they will be fulfilled by the saying that all beings are equal in their debts and will never be freed."
...
A few days later, the stepfather, who was also the third serial killer, was arrested.
His testimony made no mention of his wife, daughter, or Zhang Mei; it only revealed the endless greed and terror of a jackal.
"That girl's legs are so white."
“I just can’t stand it. No man can resist this kind of temptation. My wife can’t satisfy this beastly desire.”
“Since I’ve already killed one, the police will come sooner or later. I’m going to be sentenced anyway, so I might as well keep killing. It’s not a loss. Even if I go to hell, I’ll have some pretty young girls to accompany me on my way to the underworld.”
"My only regret is that I didn't pull one more."
The chaotic extravagance and clamor have come to an end. People laugh and cry in the face of the truth, and their veils are torn away under the rule of law.
The closing testimony has now come to an end, and the absurd case has exposed the baseness of human nature.
Lao Ji said, "Now that things have come to this, we all admit that every seemingly ordinary passerby could be the murderer."
Lao Ji also said, "We have to thank the deliverymen from Brother Jiu's Noodle Shop."
"Indeed, it was that ghostly takeout that exposed everything and revealed the truth behind the murder." That's what the police believed.
A policewoman next to Lao Ji asked, "Do you think there's a ghost in that house, and it's hungry and wants to order takeout?" It doesn't matter who asked the question, but everyone had this question in their mind.
But the answer actually lies in the closing testimony that Lao Ji ultimately helped to decide.
"We people of Nanping have always had a deep reverence for gods and Buddhas."
“During festivals in Fujian, we pay homage to Buddhist, Taoist, Confucian, immortal, ghost and spirit beings. Sometimes it’s not just limited to temples, because we believe that when you create evil spirits with your own hands, you are destined to be dragged into the Avici Hell by evil spirits.”
...
A few days later, the Jiuge Noodle Shop next to Fu'an Community was officially sublet and announced that it would be closed for six months.
The custody of Jian Xiaoshi fell to Zhong Yinghuai. After much deliberation, they decided to return to Boss Zhong's hometown and spend the next year seeking a new way out.
Jian Dieda couldn't help but look back at the peaceful and quiet neighborhood. The two of them had just seen off Xiangxiang, who had resigned, and Sun Dali. The group had all listened to Lao Ji and decided to leave this place of trouble for the sake of their future.
Holding a brown leather jacket in one hand and wearing brown sunglasses, Zhong Yinghuai looked at the car that was picking them up in the distance and said, "Will you miss this place?"
Jane Diedda nodded: "I will remember everyone I know, but only people. As for the ghosts, I will throw their shadows into hell and let the more ruthless underworld officials judge their sins."
Zhong Yinghuai kissed him, "Then let's run away together."
Jane Diedda nodded.
Old Ji, the cousin of the police station, saw them off from Nanping, thus cutting off any possibility of retaliation from the criminals.
Once upon a time, Jane had heard of a case in real life called the Baiyin serial murder case. One of the victims, nicknamed "Little White Shoes," suffered greatly after her murder. Her parents blamed each other and eventually divorced, and her younger brother committed suicide. The murderer destroyed this family, but in the end, his children achieved great success.
Those who remain silent are content to be spectators; only those ghosts who never return fall into hell in the darkness.
It's often said that bad people get their comeuppance, but the truth is that good people rarely have a good life. He battles evil spirits, but he himself is also corrupted by spiritual pressure, gradually developing demonic thoughts.
Fortunately, humanity prevails, and the good will ultimately defeat the abyss. We are grateful for those remarkable acts of passion, justice, and perseverance.
...
With the noodle shop shut down, they also closed the case, and Jian Xiaoshi and Zhong Yinghuai could finally love each other without any worries for the rest of their lives.
The swallows have returned to the southern region once again. In February of the following year, when it was time to plant willows, they officially settled in Zhong Yinghuai's hometown.
People in the small village always have to pay respects at the ancestral hall when they get married.
Zhong Yinghuai refused to marry or find a woman. He had a son with him, but this stubborn man still wanted to go to the ancestral hall to pray for the two of them to be blessed.
The matter spread, and when people in the village occasionally spoke ill of them, their simple-minded aunts and uncles would always speak up for them.
They told others that Jian Xiaoshi was a good kid. Ever since Lao Jiu took him in, Xiaoshi, who worked in the village, would always help them go to town to buy rice and oil, running around doing errands. Lao Jiu's judgment was really good; sometimes men and women are actually the same.
Not to mention Lao Jiu, he crocheted Jian's long johns with cotton needles when she was little. When her aunt asked him to buy ready-made ones, Zhong Yinghuai insisted that he could not, because he did not want his daughter-in-law to freeze and split her legs.
They gained a good reputation because of this.
Zhong Yinghuai stopped thinking about playing mahjong at his neighbor's house and started raising and selling pigs. The two of them then began planning to start a small business again.
They decided to raise piglets first, and when another winter came, the two of them did dirty and tiring work at home.
Zhong Yinghuai cooked dumplings.
Later that evening, they both ate a lot after stopping their work.
Zhong Yinghuai's culinary skills, combined with the village's excellent noodles, made the jar for pickling radishes at home so shallow that it became shallow. Later, the two of them even drank a large bowl of noodle soup.
The days for selling fish tofu, the village's worship, setting up stalls, and offering incense arrived in the blink of an eye.
When every household was frying taro in a big pot, the temperature dropped, and the coldest time in Nanping had arrived.
Before the Lunar New Year, Zhong Yinghuai and his brothers had been driving around stockpiling goods. Jian Dieda heard that he had found a way to stockpile a whole room full of original Feitian Moutai, in cases.
The man, counting his money at home, told Jane that he had earned enough to make a second chance in the city by selling this batch of liquor.
No wonder Jian Dieda got a new cell phone after Zhong Yinghuai came back this time, and Zhong Yinghuai also bought him a lot of textbooks, all for senior high school students.
He said, "Honey, let's help Ninth Brother get into university, and then we can open a noodle shop in a big city, how about that?"
Before he knew it, it was Jian Dieda's birthday. Zhong Yinghuai had said long ago that he would celebrate his "hatching day" with him, but Jian Dieda only thought that Zhong Yinghuai would give him a birthday cake.
When that day came, Zhong Yinghuai took out a property ownership certificate and a deposit slip, and said, "Ninth Brother is handing these two things over to you from now on."
Jane was struck dumb.
He controlled his trembling hands and saw that the property certificate had been changed to a different name. Even though Jian Dieda was Boss Zhong's lover, he couldn't hide his fear and trepidation. He felt that the man was promising him a lifetime.
Zhong Yinghuai looked at Jian Dieda and simply smiled.
He said it before.
He loved Jane when she was little.
One million, two million, what does it matter? Even if he has to give up the noodle shop, he is determined to take Jian Xiaoshi away and make a name for himself. It's not about going home and settling down, but about striving together for a better and greater future.
They had expressed their feelings for each other before, but this emotional impact was too great. In the dilapidated rural house, their hearts were burning hot. Lying together, holding hands, their eyes were filled with an unchangeable love that would last forever.
Coincidentally, before they left Nanping, the Corpse God sent them a message: "If a person helps a ghost, the ghost will have to fulfill their vow. If you and Boss Zhong have any wishes in this life, you can place three copper coins, pour incense, and burn yellow paper, and the ghost will grant your wishes."
Zhong Yinghuai was unaware that Jian Dieda had deliberately asked him what he wanted today. After thinking for a moment, Zhong Yinghuai wished for his childhood to be long and healthy, but said he wanted to achieve great success.
Unaware of the man's thoughts, Jane Dieda said she had no wish; she just wanted to eat a meal of dumplings he made.
Zhong Yinghuai immediately made a bunch of big dumplings, each one plump and cute, just like Jian Xiaoshi, whom he had fattened up.
As Jian Dieda ate his dumplings, he realized for the first time that the ending wasn't so scary and the plot twist was actually quite good.
In fact, he had a premonition that he could spend his whole life with Zhong Yinghuai and grow old together, and he would have no regrets.
go home.
Will he still be able to return to that empty house on time?
The warm, piping hot dumpling soup, the property deed bearing two names, and the seemingly endless 99% of the plot progress—these things trapped him in this game, plunging him into a beautiful dream from which he could never return.
Zhong Yinghuai kissed her, and Jian Dieda and Zhong Yinghuai slowly kissed.
Her lips were burning hot, and the eighteen-year-old young wife, Jian, was too ashamed to look.
He couldn't see what Zhong Yinghuai was doing.
The sensation made Jane sob uncontrollably; the intimacy with a man terrified him.
Zhong Yinghuai licked his lips and looked down at her, saying, "Baby, are you ready?"
His shirt was soaked through, his underwear rolled up, and Jian Dieda was as red as a sweet potato in the field: "Hug... Ninth Brother..."
With red eyes, Zhong Yinghuai licked his lips and suppressed the excessive saliva secretion. He could roughly tell that Jian Dieda wanted to escape but also wanted to understand, so he acted as a teacher.
Zhong Yinghuai was too cruel to him.
After his initial bout of minor madness, Zhong Yinghuai probably realized he had acted rashly.
He changed his attitude and carefully kissed Jane Dieda on the back of the neck.
Jian Dieda was so sleepy that he didn't have the energy to take a shower, so Zhong Yinghuai had to carry him to deal with the aftermath.
When the two woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
After a whole night and an hour after dawn, the sun was already high in the sky.
Turning his head, Jian Dieda saw that his hand and Zhong Yinghuai's hand were connected, the man on top and him on the bottom. The other man's hand, which was like a dumpling wrapped in flesh, had been holding his hand all night, and it seemed that he had never let go.
On a pale, fish-belly-like day, at the break of dawn, dewdrops on the edge of the village illuminated the ordinary human world.
When they were making a scene last night, they forgot everything, and the lights in the little house are still on.
The dim light, along with the sun outside the window, illuminated the five cheap family planning products that had been torn apart on the ground, as well as the couple's slippers, matching briefs, and brand-new pink double bedding and pillowcases that Zhong Yinghuai had brought back.
Zhong Yinghuai is currently in a very high spirit.
His lips curled into a smile, clearly savoring the pleasure of their time together, which kept him awake for a while. He held his fragrant lover in his arms.
The man's hot lips and teeth began to kiss the boy's red earlobe.
The delicious earlobe was sucked dry.
Then the man climbed into bed and slowly, gently bit a soft, bouncy spot with his teeth. Half-asleep, Jane was too exhausted to make a sound, only uttering two muffled murmurs.
"Ninth Brother, I'm tired."
Hearing that it was tiring, Zhong Yinghuai was just what he wanted to hear.
He said, "I'll make you feel less tired right away, not tired at all, because I've studied acupressure," a mischievous chuckle escaping his lips. Jian Dieda was puzzled. What acupressure? Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners usually find acupressure points on the back, not in the direction of pulling down someone's pants.
A second later, the room fell silent.
The boy groaned and kicked his legs, gritting his teeth and sobbing. He had just witnessed something amazing. Master Zhong, who had connections to all sorts of people, had really used a martial arts technique called "Dragon-Seeking and Acupoint-Striking" on him.
Master Zhong was unusually blunt today: "You have a lot of dampness in your body, Jian Xiaoshi."
Jian Dieda couldn't stand up straight, and when he hit him, his arm was trembling and he couldn't muster any strength.
"you……"
"Huh? What?" Zhong Yinghuai's smile deepened.
Jane Dieda gasped for breath, utterly ashamed. "If you... continue to... treat me like this, I won't be friends with you anymore."
"Hahaha... You just said you wanted me, you wouldn't let me leave." The bedding rustled as Zhong Yinghuai laughed uncontrollably at Jian Dieda's ear, gently leaning down to let Jian Dieda vent his anger by hitting his chest.
The man smiled smugly. He loved seeing Jian Xiaoxiao's adorable, vulnerable, and helpless expression when she was on the verge of tears. It gave him a sense of satisfaction in conquering her. He never went this far with anyone else.
“Okay, don’t glare at me, don’t worry,” Zhong Yinghuai threatened him with ill intent, “I’m the best at solving the problem of dampness in the body.”
The dark-skinned boy, his face flushed red, was completely convinced by the man and fell silent.
Their intensive treatment lasted for a long time.
Zhong Yinghuai and Jian Dieda made a fuss for a while, and the cats in the neighborhood were so frightened by their treatment process that they peed their pants.
The man, who was in good physical condition, chuckled and casually pulled back the blanket over himself. The withdrawn little black-skinned boy had already hidden under the pillow, his face down, his back covered in sweat.
Zhong Yinghuai couldn't help but laugh again.
Then top-down simple stacking.
Jian Dieda was furious.
After a few playful arguments, they tried to be affectionate in bed by cuddling close together. Zhong Yinghuai sniffed Jian Xiaoshi's scent with his high, deep nose, saying, "My wife smells so good, I can't get enough of her. I want to kiss her a thousand times."
"Why aren't you saying anything? Kiss me, my little wife."
"..."
"Hmph, blushing now, hehe."
"Hey noodle maker, are you there?"
"Are you going to answer the phone in bed or not?"
"Would you stop going crazy if I answered the call from under the covers?" Jane Dieda asked in a low voice.
Zhong Yinghuai: "Hmm."
“Hey,” Jane Dieda pulled his hand over, touched his head, and quickly let go: “Hang up.”
"Haha." The man was charmed by her cuteness again, and now they were inseparable.
The cabin was once again filled with the sounds of two people snuggling in their warm blankets.
...
Later, time began to pass quickly, as if a motor had been put into operation overnight, and they truly became people in the story.
In order to prevent his young wife from finding out that he hadn't used up all the wishes promised by the ghost, Zhong Yinghuai secretly worked hard to earn money to support his family, and ten years later he really did become rich.
In the story of a scapegoat seeking revenge, the unlucky deliveryman Jian Xiaoshi also embarks on a different life after being a vocational school student from a terrible family.
In 2011, Jian Xiaoshi, who was taking the bar exam again as a senior high school student, passed the bar exam and entered Renmin University to study law. Several years later, he obtained his practicing certificate, entered an internship law firm, gradually got his license after the internship, and then partnered with others to open a law firm.
He used to have all the bad habits of a bad kid.
My father had an affair, and my mother remarried.
His stepfather conspired with his mother to kill him in order to cover up a crime he could no longer conceal.
If an ordinary person were to encounter this situation, they would risk going astray countless times.
But he met a good adult who fell in love with him and protected him, so he himself chose to become a brave and determined adult.
After that, Boss Zhong and his daughter Jian Xiao lived a life of companionship as a same-sex couple.
Despite being more than ten years apart, they are skilled at maintaining their appearance and have never looked too different.
On his 47th birthday, Mr. Zhong tattooed his young wife's birthday on his heart.
This act was his vow; Zhong Yinghuai swore that their friendship would remain unchanged for life, regardless of poverty or wealth, or the opinions of the world, because they had already emerged from the darkness of poverty.
After achieving success, the two began buying properties along the coast.
They thought they could spend their whole lives enjoying ocean views, flying in airplanes, eating seafood, and living a blissful married life.
However, Zhong Yinghuai's health suffered prematurely due to his busy business.
His wife was more than ten years older than him; it wasn't noticeable when they were young, but the difference became apparent as they aged. Zhong Yinghuai contracted an incurable malignant disease.
The time difference between the Northern Hemisphere and the time spent on business trips and meetings caused Zhong Yinghuai to be diagnosed with cancer upon his return, which brought him to the brink of death.
Zhong Yinghuai was hospitalized and stayed there for five years.
He also put aside his company affairs and stayed with Zhong Yinghuai, doing everything a caregiver could do, including using the bedpan and toilet.
Night after night, they slept with their heads together.
Zhong Yinghuai would say, "Stop staying up late. See? Ninth Brother brought this on himself. You'll live to be a hundred."
After listening to his advice, Jian Dieda truly broke his habit of staying up late, a habit he couldn't break in real life.
Though the days are short, the longing is long. As long as Zhong Yinghuai can live, he will do anything. He can only stay with this one man and this one hospital bed for the rest of his life.
They continued to dedicate their energy to fighting cancer.
Zhong Yinghuai and his life seem to be slowly getting better.
Every day, Zhong Yinghuai is incredibly tenacious; he is invincible because of his treasure.
After two rounds of chemotherapy, it seemed like things were about to turn around, but what was bound to happen still happened.
Later, Jian Dieda thought about this and felt that it could only be arranged by the system.
And so, the sixth year of separation, which seemed impossible to endure, arrived.
The doctor informed the patient that his critical condition was due to occur on the winter solstice. Jian Dieda knew this, but he did not sign the consent form immediately.
In the game, NPCs are just pieces of code; they don't even have memories. When the game ends, their lives are over.
But this time, the system didn't take the NPC's life.
It took a player's life.
Three days later, Zhong Yinghuai, who was lying in bed, ate a bite of food and even tried to hold Jian Dieda's hand with his ring-wearing finger.
I once heard a saying that a man's fingers are the skeleton of all the strength in his hands.
Even while bedridden, Mr. Zhong's hands still possessed the capacity for love. He would read excerpts from "The Little Prince" to Jane Dieda, including this passage:
The fox said, “For example, if you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then I will begin to feel happy from three o’clock onwards. The closer the time gets, the happier I will feel.”
Zhong Yinghuai laughed at this moment, "My little prince, your fox gentleman is very happy right now, would you believe it?"
That very night, Mr. Zhong, who was covered in sweat, experienced respiratory distress.
With four thick tubes inserted, suffering from a high fever in his lungs, and being kept alive by glucose, the system's warning sound for separation is gradually approaching.
Jane Dieda closed her eyes tightly, cold sweat pouring down her back. For the first time, she was terrified when the narrator announced, "Mission progress 99%."
At this moment, the doctor pronounced, "Mr. Jian, your brother, your relative... Mr. Zhong's life is coming to an end."
Jian Dieda immediately looked at his ninth brother.
The person with snow-white hair used to have a handsome face.
At this moment, he was suffering terribly from the illness. His lips parted slightly, but he couldn't utter a single sound of laughter or seduction. Living was so painful for him, yet he had endured it for so long.
"Xiaoshi...I'm leaving now...Don't cry..."
Jane Dieda's heart ached at the man's farewell. He couldn't remember who had said those words before, but he felt as if he had been scalded by boiling water.
But no matter how painful the scar was, it was Zhong Yinghuai's love. He couldn't bear to pinch it, and the salt in his tears slowly flowed to the affected area, almost killing him with pain. Must human blood and tears be separated again and again?
That night, no one could keep Zhong Yinghuai from dying; he was not yet sixty when he succumbed to cancer.
A top-tier hospital received his cold body and a contract signed by his family.
Zhong Yinghuai, the richest man in Nanping, is willing to leave his trillion-dollar fortune and the small noodle shop they once opened in Nanping as a marriage proposal gift to his beloved Jian Xiaoshi.
Wineries, ski resorts, islands, television stations—Mr. Jane, even without Zhong Yinghuai, practically owned the whole world. Besides that, the legacy he left behind included a cheap cell phone from 2008.
When Jian Dieda logged into his old QQ account, one of the earliest users to have a QQ space, he saw the chat history between Zhong Yinghuai and himself, which had been in love for over a decade.
One of the account owners is no longer here, but Zhong Yinghuai left Jian Dieda an automatic reply.
This user is currently busy and offline.
[Automatic reply]
"Jian Xiaoshi, stop playing with this QQ account. I'm going to another world. I'll come back to you in the next life to make you my wife."
It turns out that when someone who is loved loves someone who has never been loved, it can move an audience who doesn't even know them.
Before anyone knew it, Jian Dieda was already in tears.
As the story unfolds, the doctor pulls out the syringe, and the nurses close the white sheet covering the deceased's face.
A hand gripped the cloth tightly; it was Jian Dieda clinging to the cold corpse, unwilling to leave.
“I am not happy at all, Zhong Yinghuai. Without you, happiness has nothing to do with me.”
"Wake up, let's go back to my world."
"Or I can stay for you, okay?"
The world fell silent.
The man nodded and said "okay" without opening his eyes.
My beloved has now been laid to rest, albeit in the form of a tombstone.
It turns out that knowing what love is requires paying such a high price.
I want to go home.
I don't want to be here anymore.
He wanted to cook the frozen dumplings that Zhong Yinghuai had made for him before his death, and he also made himself a bowl of noodles, but in the end he didn't eat them and kept them frozen properly.
After finishing that meal of dumplings, Zhong Yinghuai never went back to cooking for him every day after get off work or when he came home from business trips. He no longer had Ninth Brother; Ninth Brother was gone.
Unwilling to let go of those hands, Jane Dieda asked the debtor to repay his vow at that moment.
"Corpse Lord, I want Zhong Yinghuai to come back to life and return to my world with me. This is my wish."
The ghost who hadn't spoken in the game for a long time came to fulfill her vow. She said, "My benefactor, please accept my bow. But I'm sorry, I can't do that."
Jane Dieda asked, "Why?"
The Corpse told him.
“Zhong Yinghuai’s name is no longer in the humanitarian program. The only thing I can do is let you and the person you love live forever on the day you loved each other the most. Although that kind of happiness is fake, you can stay on that day until you don’t want to commit suicide and follow him.”
Not understanding some of the system's rules, Jian Dieda lowered his head and nodded, "I want to go back to the day when he and I went back to our hometown and ate dumplings."
The Corpse King issued a reward.
When Jane Dieda woke up, she was standing in front of the police station once again.
The once healthy Zhong Yinghuai took two steps, then squatted down again in the game card scene where the protagonist's memories were recalled.
The light shining through his fingertips was the salvation that Jane had received in this life.
I love you.
It turns out it was the spell to clear the level.
Just then, Mr. Zhong, who had treated Jane Dieda for emotional deficit disorder, was wearing a long brown coat over beige casual clothes and a pair of boss shoes. He looked refined, gentle, and had an inherent charm.
He picked up Jane Dieda.
The man felt warm all over through his shirt, and his breathing was soft.
I lost Zhong Yinghuai once.
Jian Dieda, who was about to cry, missed Zhong Yinghuai so much that she was going crazy. Her eyes twitched. Her heart was so moved that they could finally see each other again. Jian Dieda couldn't help but turn her head and kiss Zhong Yinghuai's face.
"Ninth Brother, can you hug me?"
He cried as he spoke, even though he knew it was a dream, he didn't want to wake up.
Wiping away his tears, Zhong Yinghuai smiled and said, "Don't cry. As long as you have your brother, you'll always have a home."
"..."
"By the way, you see, if Ninth Brother isn't here, my little silly Jian Xiaoshi doesn't even know that it's cold and she needs to wear more clothes, or that her hands are cold and need to be warmed up."
The conversation in the dream about their reunion continued. A red Tianjin Dafa car carried the two brothers away from the old city that day, with only thick smoke billowing from the taillights in the setting sun.
Just like the first time, their journey home was ordinary yet heartwarming.
The jujube trees on the hillside have passed.
The reeds in the fields have also passed.
When the driver, who spoke with a local accent, honked his horn to remind us that we had arrived at our hometown.
Jian Dieda's drowsy head was still wrapped in the lining of Zhong Yinghuai's coat.
He and the two men huddled together with a pile of packages of various sizes. The man lifted the boy's bottom and led the travel-worn boy off the truck.
The two walked hand in hand, carrying their luggage, onto the cement road.
Many villages are surrounded by walls.
They had to walk hand in hand through the golden sorghum fields to see the daily lives of the local people.
As their shadows, one tall and one short, passed by the bungalows with chimneys, they could still smell the aroma of the meals prepared by the villagers who had just returned home after a day's work.
The rooster was being driven by the hen, followed by a flock of little yellow chicks.
Dusk fell just like that.
The small business owner and the handyman's daily life wasn't about writing in a diary; it was more about two pairs of chopsticks, two quilts, and more than two thousand days of living in poverty under one quilt.
From then on, the final screen before the humane settlement was bugged, and it was repeated countless times by the players themselves at this point.
Jane also forgot about the time.
All he could remember was the house by the river, two small trees covered in frost in the new year, and bright red hawthorns on them in the autumn. They had built a cement fence around it, and the pigs from their old pigsty were well-fed by Zhong Yinghuai and her uncle.
"What are you doing? The butcher needs an assistant. Come here and hold the pig's head down while I bleed it."
With his arm resting on the shovel, Zhong Yinghuai beckoned him over.
"My little darling, tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve. How about we have dumplings tonight?"
Jane replied, "Okay, let's have dumplings, the ones you made."
They ate dumplings and drank noodle soup together, the two of them, like unkempt dogs, burped roughly and slept in a dilapidated house, but love was always the most important thing.
After this happened a thousand times, the narrator couldn't stand it anymore.
He said, "Master, if this continues, you'll go crazy."
He also said:
"The company requires players to immediately erase their third memory. From this moment on, bald players will be forcibly deported."
After saying that, the system dropped another card: "The bonus question time is over. Player Jian Dieda, who entered the murder mystery game system for the third time, will go to the next world to find the answer to death."
Because of the narrator's interference, Jane was taken away without even having a chance to disagree.
Before leaving, he didn't even have time to look at the person who had disappeared.
What he regretted even more was that, in countless moments of passion, he hadn't been able to say, "Brother Zhong Jiu, let's meet again in the next life."
Thank you so much for telling me that you love me.
But I have to tell you.
If we meet again someday, I love you, but let me say it first.
...
Because I'm not willing to accept it.
You are always forgotten by me on the other side of time.
...
"United hearts form a knot."
"The lotus flower is used as a seal."
"A reunion across four lifetimes".
"To be husband and wife again."
—Third Incarnation End—
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Author's note: See you in the fourth installment!
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