Chapter 47 "The Deliveryman" Ninth Brother's mouth is really hard to shut up...
Jane was surprised and gripped the packing bag tightly in her hand.
The mysterious corpse, already dead, spoke, saying it could see him now. These words sounded like a chilling, malevolent wind, making the deliveryman's task of finding the corpse seem increasingly sinister.
“This… young man, or, young lady,” Jane Dieda, unsure of the other person’s species, asked in a low voice as politely as possible, “What do you mean I’ve entered the right place?”
In my imagination, the corpse should be a small ghost draped in a white cloth.
But the little ghost started stringing him along like she was having an online romance.
Beware of bad guys.
"..."
"Be careful, they're here, be careful of them."
Jane asked anxiously, "Can you hear me? Can you see me?"
The body did not answer.
Jian Dieda continued, "Corpse Guy? You're offline?"
The body that had sent the message disappeared after a vague and ambiguous clue.
Did he scare the corpse away?
Jian Dieda scanned the hallway, thinking that he should just call 110 (the police emergency number). That would definitely be the fastest way to solve the case. Anyway, the body said it was in the right place, so why should he take over the police's job of a thorough search? They have police dogs and equipment.
The narrator jumped out like a police dog.
"Host, please follow the rulebook. Solving cases through 110 does not count as your personal pass."
Jane was annoyed: "I don't understand why you insist on dragging me into this search for the murderer. Without the system, in modern times, I could never have failed to solve this kind of case in my entire life."
And also...
He always felt that when he left the first two worlds, his brain was like two important puzzle pieces were missing.
The narrator said, "Delivery driver, you underestimate yourself too much. You have already done something 'extraordinary' twice."
Jane Dieda: "I am an ordinary person. Exorcising evil spirits, murder, and solving cases are all 'evil' things that are far removed from me."
The narrator then changed the subject: "So, how close do you think ordinary people are to 'evil'?"
Is the system starting to add value?
Jane looked ahead helplessly: "..."
He really falls for that human nature thing.
The narrator understood that he was about to change his mind.
After a few seconds, Jian Dieda said directly, "Forget it, I passed this time. I will definitely go to bed before 3 a.m. and never stay up late again. My life is my life. Little rascal, you can kneel down now."
The little rascal dutifully remained silent.
Jian Dieda began to engage in the mysterious and reverse logic reasoning typical of murder mystery games.
He was originally a novelist.
His livelihood depends on his wildly imaginative ideas.
In all popular science articles on criminal investigation, there is a saying that "it is easy to kill but difficult to dispose of the body," so he did not believe that a busy neighborhood could hide such a huge murder secret.
An idea popped into my head.
What if the murderer didn't dispose of the body but instead kept it?
Is that why the corpse was too afraid to speak?
Next, he was to enter the old building's corridor, an unconfirmed speculation that was truly terrifying.
The internal narrator asks: "[Do you want to activate the cloud-based food delivery map mode?]"
Yes, I clicked "yes".
Jian Dieda relied on the system to find his way, carrying a large bowl of noodles from Resident Point 107 as he walked step by step into the first unit.
The narrator responsibly told him along the way that Fu'an Community was divided into Zone 1 and Zone 2.
Both sections are old-style six-story buildings without elevators.
Jane used her peripheral vision to observe the differences between each door.
He discovered that in building units like Unit 1, each apartment has a handwashing station at its door, and at the end of the corridor are the power supply room and the water room, which contained many clues.
Since he needed to find the body, he began to carefully scout the location.
Jian Dieda looked at a house with the number 104 written on its door panel.
The noodles and soup packaged separately in the large food-grade bag he was holding smelled delicious, but the dark surroundings permeated the air with a damp and rotten odor even in broad daylight.
Moreover, his behavior was just like that of a stalker.
However, if you put yourself in his shoes, if some of the residents of these houses wanted to peek at Jian Dieda through the doorway, he might not have noticed.
Once everything was ready, we reached chapter 107 of the main storyline.
As soon as Jian Dieda got closer, he noticed two strange spots, and his clue analysis process appeared on the panel.
The dark security door had a hole that looked like an eye. There was a Spring Festival couplet on the door. It was early September, and the edges of the couplet looked very new. On the left was a tall mule, and on the right was the words "Yellow goods have arrived," which seemed to be a coded message for doing business.
Moreover, perhaps because the homeowner was somewhat superstitious, there was an inverted Bagua mirror on the door, so that anyone standing at the door would have their back reflected by the Bagua mirror on the old-fashioned door frame.
The system did not display any prompts.
Jane Dieda recalled what she had heard at the noodle shop.
He longed for a chance to go inside and see if the chains were real, but he remembered the note about not ringing the doorbell and the possibility that the body had been moved.
The boy, kneeling on one knee, pretended his shoelaces were untied.
In a spot where he couldn't see through the inner doorway, he quickly reached under the "Safe Entry and Exit" mat at the entrance. The next second, his sweaty palm held a spare key with a Chinese knot attached to it.
Jian Dieda remained completely calm when he saw the object.
He tried the key into the spool.
To his surprise, the key did not belong to 107.
It is not the standard key design for Fu'an Community.
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To avoid alerting the enemy, Jian Dieda restored the scene.
107 would put the money he had spent on expensive dishes for a week into a red envelope and send it to the store each time.
Today is Wednesday.
It's not time to settle accounts with the customers yet.
On her way back to the noodle shop from the residential compound, Jian Dieda wasn't sure if she was just overthinking things.
He saw a small ball lying in a corner. He kicked it, and the sound it made was very similar to the sound of a head rolling around in a horror novel.
Afterwards, Jian Dieda put all the collected information into his system panel.
There was a figure rummaging through a trash can from behind.
This person is the neighborhood auntie that Xiangxiang mentioned.
Grandma Ma is a native of Nanping. She has a head of gray hair, a withered mouth and a thin face. She collects recyclables every day and sees Jian Dieda whenever she looks up.
She recognized the delivery bag from Ninth Brother's Noodle Shop, but she didn't know the young deliveryman. Seeing that the boy's jacket was a bit long and his house keys were hanging in his jeans pocket, making a jingling sound, the old lady said:
"Old man, Grandma's asking you, do you still need the cardboard from your Boss Zhong's place lately?"
Jian Dieda: "Yes, but they're all with my sister Xiangxiang."
Grandma Ma blurted out, "Oh, that woman from out of town, she doesn't seem like a decent girl to me..."
In fact, Jian Dieda had wanted to find her before he came in, because he guessed she knew a lot about the neighborhood. He followed her silently all the way before finally finding an opportunity to strike up a conversation.
Seizing the opportunity, he said:
"Auntie, I just saw a child with you from a long distance away."
Is it your grandson or granddaughter?
"Although I didn't see his face clearly, he was standing not far behind you, waiting for you."
Grandma Ma: "..."
Little Blackie's words are strange.
The old lady was so frightened that she dropped the cardboard box and urea bag she was holding on the spot.
"There's no one here!"
Jian Dieda, not knowing when to stop, said, "Oh no, he ran towards Unit 1. Is he really not your grandson?"
Grandma Ma, still worried, shook her head and asked, "Did you see which house he ran to?"
Jian Dieda: "107, right? It's just strange. Brother Jiu's noodle shop has delivered noodles to Fu'an Community many times, but I've never seen anyone at this house."
Grandma Ma understood in a second: "The family that hangs the Bagua mirror doesn't seem to be doing anything legitimate."
She muttered to herself, "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. We've never even seen this family before. They're really scary."
Jian Dieda, feigning a sleazy air, said, "Maybe you're overthinking it. A house is for living in; where there are people, there's yang energy. What's so scary about that?"
Grandma Ma, feeling awkward, shook her head and said that a deliveryman like her wouldn't understand. She then started spouting nonsense about yin and yang and feng shui, and mentioned that she had heard folk tales about daytime ghosts and nighttime spirits from her rural hometown.
Jian Dieda wasn't really averse to ghosts.
He had personally witnessed the ghost in another world.
The main issue is that the world in which his case takes place is called the Human Realm, which was a hint he received at the beginning of his transmigration. If ghosts exist, does that mean his understanding of the Human Realm is flawed?
All we can say is that this world is humane, which sounds safe, but the truth remains unknown.
"Jian Xiaoshi, have you finished delivering the fast food?"
Zhong Yinghuai was squatting by the door, petting a stray cat, when he saw Jian Xiaoshi return.
Jane felt that one of the cats had been there in the morning. This black cat, which treated the noodle shop as its regular canteen, had particularly prominent cheekbones, and it looked like it was eating better than anyone else.
Jian Dieda, taking two steps at a time, stood before Zhong Yinghuai, one of his shoelaces still dangling from his foot. The young man squatted down before the boss and nodded vigorously: "Yes, Ninth Brother, I've delivered them all."
The two squatted side by side.
Zhong Yinghuai stood up and handed Jian Dieda a bottle of Coke.
Jane said thank you and took it, but instead of putting the Coke on the ground, she put it under her stomach and continued tying her shoelaces with both hands.
Zhong Yinghuai didn't respond, smoking a cigarette. He raised his chin and took a couple of puffs from a distance from Jian Dieda. His expression was strange. It was the first time he had ever found a boy tying his shoelaces to be so cute.
Xiao Heipi used to be a typical street urchin, always looking down on everyone, and he wouldn't even notice if he accidentally dropped a manhole cover.
He wasn't sure if something had changed between them at some point, whether it was Jian Xiaoshi who had changed, or himself.
But another voice inside me was saying...
Even though you don't remember anymore.
But the attachment in this life may be the regret of not being able to say goodbye properly in the previous life; it is an engraving in your soul.
After stubbing out his cigarette, Zhong Yinghuai glanced at Jian Dieda's back.
The boss had just rewarded him with a bottle of Coke. Jian Xiaoshi was bending over to drink water and sipped his cheeks. He took a satisfied sip of Coke, licked his lips, and felt that his stomach was almost full, so he simply leaned against the car bar to rest.
Zhong Yinghuai stared intently.
I forget who said it, but people with darker skin tones tend to have thinner facial features than average. Jian Xiaoshi already had a kind of spirited energy between her brows, and when she blushed, she became even more delectable.
Especially when Jian was little, her little tongue was red after she swallowed a mouthful of water.
Zhong Yinghuai stared at the boy with longing. The boy's row of small white teeth protruding from his gums contrasted sharply with his dark complexion, creating a youthful appearance that stirred a turbulent wave in the heart of someone who had never been with anyone before.
It's so hot, like I'm suffering from heatstroke.
His hands were itching to touch the boy's red lips, so Zhong Yinghuai turned his back and grabbed the cigarette case to vent his anger. He was so aroused that he licked his lower lip.
For men, Jane Dieda is like a fresh clam opening and closing, making them fantasize all day about how moist and comfortable it would be to have their heart enveloped by her lips.
Old Ji has arrived.
Two beeps sounded at the intersection, and a blue metal tricycle stopped. Jian Dieda took a closer look at the old man's car in the shop for the first time.
This kind of transportation used to be common. Old Ji used it to go to the market to buy cabbage, green onions, rice, flour, and cooking oil because it didn't need to be registered, although it posed a slightly greater safety hazard.
At this moment, Jian Dieda smelled a foul, fishy, earthy odor on Lao Ji.
Jian Dieda asked Lao Ji where he had gone.
Old Ji said, "I went to the fish market. Little Blackie, we'll have clam soup for dinner tonight. You don't have any dietary restrictions, do you?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yinghuai glanced at Jian Dieda's face and said, "That person has itchy skin and can't eat foods that trigger allergies."
Old Ji nodded immediately.
He never seemed to argue with Zhong Yinghuai. On the surface, Lao Ji was the easiest person to get along with at Ninth Brother's Noodle Shop.
But as Corpse Guy said not long ago, there are bad people around you.
He had to approach the people in the mission with a different kind of vigilance.
For example, he had been secretly staring at Lao Ji's scarred face.
He was curious how an ordinary person who had been a chef all his life could be disfigured by a knife. He said, "No, Uncle, go ahead and cook. You guys eat, don't worry about me. I'll just eat vegetables."
"Nonsense." Old Ji shook his head. He consulted Zhong Yinghuai, who turned around, loosened his collar, and made the decision for everyone as soon as he spoke: "You guys eat, Jian Xiaoshi and I won't eat."
Old Ji agreed, "Okay, then that's settled."
Jian Dieda, unaware of the situation, chased after him to ask.
"Ninth Brother, didn't you used to eat seafood?"
"Mind your own business."
Zhong Yinghuai pushed him away slightly and spoke less patiently.
After everyone returned to the noodle shop.
Sun Dali and Lao Ji tidied up and started making dinner.
Jian Dieda told Xiangxiang about how he scared Grandma Ma.
When Xiangxiang found out, she smiled happily. She also said to Jian Dieda, "If the noodle shop can continue like this, that would be great. Xiaoshi, you stay and work hard. I was worried that you would be sad if you didn't have seafood to eat by yourself, so Ninth Brother specially made beef brisket in advance."
"Ninth Brother."
"Did you make beef brisket when you were little?"
Xiangxiang clearly wanted to help mediate the relationship.
In fact, this thought had just flashed through my mind, and Jian Dieda took this incident as another case to judge Zhong Yinghuai's character and conduct.
But why is Zhong Yinghuai always so nice to him?
Thinking to himself, he wanted to find a soft-hearted god. Zhong Yinghuai, who usually had no other hobbies, should be playing League of Legends at home. After all, he was a boss who didn't have to give orders to anyone.
Unexpectedly, I guessed wrong. Zhong Yinghuai was also in the kitchen. I eavesdropped from outside and heard the man talking.
"I want to eat beef brisket myself."
Xiangxiang said irritably, "Ninth Brother, your mouth is harder than many men's in bed. No wonder I don't have a boss's wife yet. You'd better be careful that people don't suspect you're impotent, haha."
Jane Diedda: "..."
Old Ji, who doesn't like to talk, was amused by Xiangxiang, this spicy girl. At the same time, the kitchen exhaust fan coughed like a pneumonia patient, as if someone was coughing shyly.
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The shop was peaceful that day.
Old Ji's clams were especially delicious, but they still couldn't beat Brother Zhong's beef brisket fried noodles.
At night, Jian Dieda's itchy and painful skin became burning hot. He was having nightmares and trembling in the middle of the night, and he had a very uncomfortable sleep.
Zhong Yinghuai knocked on the door: "What's wrong?"
Jane opened the door and told the truth.
He suspected that his skin condition had worsened after taking a shower last time because of the cheap soap Zhang Mei had bought.
At that moment, he was wearing faded underwear, and the red birthmark on his buttocks was very obvious and painful. He was enduring it with sheer willpower, and his eyes were red.
During their brief conversation, Zhong Yinghuai, who was a head taller than the young man, said he would personally go out to help his employees go to pharmacies.
After donning a windbreaker, Boss Zhong rummaged through his drawers and found a pair of brown sunglasses and a baseball cap. Not to mention, even in a sporty outfit, he had the air of a male lead from a Hong Kong or Taiwan drama. A person's temperament is truly predetermined by heaven.
But Jian Dieda never expected that he would not be discouraged in the middle of the night and would run to seven or eight pharmacies for himself. By the time he finished and returned, it was almost dawn.
With his eyes wide open and staring at the sky, Jian Dieda thought of Zhong Yinghuai. For the first time, he had been waiting in bed with someone, unable to fall asleep.
Around 5 a.m., Zhong Yinghuai opened the roller shutter door, pulled it down, and went inside.
Jian Dieda owed the man a lot of money and favors. After he was helped to apply the medicine, the night was safely over. Zhong Yinghuai, on the other hand, did not sleep well.
But at this critical juncture...
They received a phone call.
"Hello?" The man answered the phone.
In a hazy state, Zhong Yinghuai chatted with an acquaintance for a long time, while Jian Dieda heard a familiar phrase on the bed.
Zhong Yinghuai said, "Someone reported me again? Besides saying 'I saw you, you've come to the right place,' they hung up without saying anything else?"
“I’ll figure out how to find out who’s behind this,” the man said. “If I don’t teach him a lesson, does he think I’m incapable of sexual intercourse?”
Jane Diedda: "..."
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Author's Note: "Mr. Zhong's Version of The Fox's Howl"
Come on, keep being stubborn. Jianzi can see right through me anyway.
Come on, let's have some fun! We've got a corpse to act as matchmaker anyway!
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