Chapter 57 "The Deliveryman" What he wanted to say was, "I wish you happiness, and I..."
"You strange child."
The woman's words on the disconnected phone made Jane pause.
Before refusing to listen to Zhang Mei, Jian Dieda knew this would be the outcome. It seemed that Zhang Mei would never understand how the child she gave birth to could have his own thoughts.
All I can say is that even if Jian Dieda understands the formula for this kind of family drama, he can't pull it off. He's just a borderline mental patient who doesn't understand the complexities of normal people.
Jian Dieda: "Narrator, turn off the computer for a moment. I don't need to save this thought process of mine. It has nothing to do with murder mystery games."
The room suddenly went dark, leaving only Jane Dieda, who had exited the immersive game. Because the system no longer controlled him, he briefly felt the coldness of his body leaving this world, but he also felt a rare sense of reluctance.
If Jian Xiaoshi were to pass away, the person who understands the rich emotions of ordinary people the most would surely be saddened.
Thinking this way, a dream entered Jane Dieda's mind that night.
He dreamt of a very faraway place, which was related to his real life.
It seems like it was when he was a teenager in middle school, on the first day of school when the autumn air was thick. He was wearing a blue and white school uniform and had just been assigned to a new class when he was beaten up.
Jian Dieda is nearsighted.
He has no family, the school clinic is too far away, and finding a teacher requires talking to someone, so he can only face interpersonal difficulties time and time again.
That day, the gloomy and eccentric Jian Dieda was washing away the mud stains from his face and head with his head down, taking the easy way out, when suddenly, a figure in a school uniform carrying a black backpack and wearing designer high-top shoes appeared behind him.
He also needed a sink to wash his hands. This person looked much taller than Jian Dieda, and he had an arrogant and distant air about him.
Jian Dieda was still being laughed at by the people blocking the toilet outside: "Strange kid, come out here. Is it because your school badge, which is supposed to be a good student, was thrown into the toilet and flushed away? Are you afraid to walk in the hallway for fear of being dragged to the flagpole by the head teacher?"
The man glanced at the left pocket of Jian Dieda's clothes; the metal school badge from the public school was indeed gone, and the two holes spoke volumes about the boy's hardship.
Jane Dieda: "What are you looking at?"
The bright sunlight couldn't illuminate the person's face, which showed just how dazzling the person's appearance was in Jane Dieda's rough eyes. Even the person's breathing made Jane Dieda's nerves sensitive.
Jane Dieda could almost feel the light shining on him.
The person, brighter than light, didn't speak, but simply took out her earphones and handed over a clean white handkerchief, which also covered Jane Dieda's blurry eyes.
The other person said to him, "This gifted boy who skipped a grade, I can lend you my school ID, but remember to climb over the wall to pick me up after school, understand?"
That's how they met.
Q/Q has been added.
We occasionally go to and from school together.
This person is so kind that he will volunteer to clean for female students on duty when they are menstruating, but he is also so bad at school that he is kept after school by the teacher. I heard that he is not good at Chinese and grew up abroad, so he can hardly read Chinese characters. He often responds to the common school bullying with a naive smile.
Jane Dieda later wanted to return the school badge to this person, but because his school badge had not yet been made, they used to climb over the wall to pick each other up during that period.
One day, the person arrived very late. That day, Jane learned that the other person was transferring to a private foreign language school arranged by his father. After that, they never saw each other again.
It wasn't until they both reached college age that one day, in her dorm room, Jian Dieda, who hadn't been invited to a dinner party by her roommates, received a message: "You're at my school too?"
"Um."
"Why did you come here to study? You could have gotten a better degree."
"I won't gamble. I'm afraid my score won't be high enough, and I'll have to go back and repeat the year."
Having only told half the truth, Jian Dieda took off his black-rimmed glasses, revealing his eyes beneath his bangs. He knew that what he was saying sounded like an old man, and he hadn't changed any of the dullness and rigidity he had in his youth.
I just don't know if the other person is still a gentle, rich, and beautiful woman who likes to smile and is loved by everyone.
After a long pause, the person finally said, "Let's meet then." Then they sent a smiley face message, "I've almost forgotten what you look like."
He added, "But I always feel that you are in a vast world, and I am a little hesitant to disturb your life, because we were once just classmates who exchanged a few words."
“I haven’t changed,” Jane Diedda replied. “Then what shall we eat?”
His gaze was lowered as he looked at the table. His roommates had been talking behind his back about going out for hot pot today, and he wanted someone to suggest going with him. He even spent the whole night searching online for how to make the sauce.
However, the meeting didn't happen. This person was a prominent figure at school, and he stood Jian Dieda up the next day for some personal reasons. For a long time afterward, they only maintained polite and formal communication, and Jian Dieda's replies were often just mild words like, "Sorry, I'm busy with class today. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Unable to emulate such a refined and elegant demeanor, Jian Dieda never uttered any unnecessary words.
His emotional intelligence is so poor that he can only be described as a repressed flirt when he looks at internet jokes; he simply doesn't have that level of emotional intelligence.
The few words the other party uttered, just four words, were enough to establish a dynamic between people.
One person's thoughts cannot support the entanglement and lingering thoughts of two people; this is a reality.
Several more years passed, and Jian Dieda graduated, which was tantamount to being unemployed. After moving back to his parents' former suburban home without a word, his mental illness worsened. He couldn't sleep and couldn't stand the light.
The medication made him lose 30 pounds, and after undergoing biochemical and drug treatments, he also developed organic respiratory disorder.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he realized that he was so socially withdrawn that he didn't even want to go out to look for work. He spent his days ordering takeout, reading reference books, and writing articles to publish on free platforms.
At that time, he did not have a proper pen name, but because each article ended abruptly and the protagonists died in all sorts of bizarre ways, with imaginations so wild that they scared people to death, he was also known as the "Encyclopedia of Death".
One day, Fatty Ding found him and got straight to the point: "Are you Senior Brother Jian? We're alumni. A while ago, I saw a reader's submission to my site, and your resume was in it. I have a project on hand. Would you like to give it a try? I'm confident I can make you a top author in the online literature world!"
Six months later, after finding a job, Jian Dieda learned that the mentor who had helped him was the same person again.
That person was too busy to meet with ordinary people.
It was a kind of fate that brought them together. During a break from a meeting, the man made a phone call. He heard his female secretary's voice next to him. The young master, in a friendly manner, replied to work emails and gave the screenwriter a word of encouragement.
"I hope you're always happy; you're not a bad kid."
Zhang Mei's words no longer had any impact on Jian Dieda at this point.
Jane, who had forgotten about someone, opened her eyes.
Jane took off her vest, raised her arms, and covered her face with the blanket.
His breathing was uneven as he looked into another room.
Is Zhong Yinghuai awake? It seems he hasn't rested at all.
Then he heard the other person pressing buttons on their phone.
After a while, he, who never thought things through simply, decided to speed up the next part of the plot.
The drop of valid testimony.
The plot and dialogue need to be logically sound.
He wanted to find the killer's motive and method.
To reconstruct the events, find his sister.
He opened QQ, and when Jian Xiaoxiao chatted with him, she wasn't looking for her husband, but another male colleague.
Jian Dieda: "Sun Dali, let me tell you, I still can't swallow this anger."
Sun Dali: "I told you to wash a couple more dishes to get some experience. I had something to do at home, so I left work early. Why don't you understand?"
Jian Dieda: "Nonsense, you also stole cigarettes, didn't you? I saw Ninth Brother's pack of cigarettes."
Sun Dali: "...Don't you dare tell on me like some little wench!"
Jian Dieda: "Give me two cigarettes and you can use them to mop the kitchen floor, then I won't say anything, or we can solve this tomorrow by using a handle."
Sun Dali replied, "You dead gay, go to hell, I'm done masturbating and going to sleep."
There's no one Jian Dieda can't handle. He brought up his past as a delinquent to harass his colleague: "You only last five seconds, do you really need to do this? If you don't come and fix everything, I'll tell Sister Xiangxiang that you peed in the mop bucket in the back kitchen last time, and you don't wash your hands after pooping. You masturbate every day and have premature ejaculation."
Enraged by the thug, Sun Dali broke down: "You trash, I'll fuck your mother! I'll come over tomorrow and pound your ass! As soon as Ninth Brother leaves, I'll come over!"
They're all people who need to work for a boss, so let's wait until a certain boss is away and then have someone do all the talking without lifting a finger.
Jian Dieda, who had arranged to meet him in the middle of the night, lay down to sleep peacefully in his underwear, already imagining how Sun Dali's greasy face would sneak up on him early in the morning in a rather lewd way.
——
The corpse is talking.
The next day, Zhong Yinghuai woke up to find Jian Dieda, who was still asleep with a flushed face, pretending to be a good baby.
At that time, the task of finding the body's handprints was still on the interface in his mind.
Yesterday, Jane Dieda submitted a final clue chain.
Jian Dieda believes that the missing woman who used to work at the Ma Daha Bathhouse and the cupping marks that appeared in the body of the deceased are related. He had been to the bathhouse once, and Zhong Yinghuai also said that there were female back scrubbers there.
Corpse King did not deny his guess, but the system would not reveal the answer so directly.
"Ta," or rather, "she" whose gender was revealed, sent a message while providing clues.
"That day, because of my gender, I chose to trust a stranger."
"At the entrance to the building, I realized there was more than one person there. I also ran in the wrong direction and fell down the stairs."
"My gold chain was stolen."
"I saw the number 7, oh no, maybe it's not 7."
"But now I've discovered that there's more than one victim; the killer is leaving new bloodstains."
That's what riddle tellers are like.
The number 7? Do you mean 107?
But there were no testimonies dropped there. He almost got killed that time but no similar murder scene was triggered. If Corpse Guy died in 107, he couldn't possibly not have gotten the testimonies card.
Death scenes will always result in a card dropping. Which clue exploration point will that card be located at?
Jane closed the page.
Today, Zhong Yinghuai will probably tell him the same thing as Corpse-kun when he comes back from going out.
After finishing his cigarette, Zhong Yinghuai said to him, "It's just past six o'clock and I already remembered. Last night, all I could think about when I closed my eyes was you. It's really inconvenient for us not to sleep together."
Jane looked at the specific inconvenience he was experiencing and said, "You wake up too early every day, that's what makes it inconvenient."
Zhong Yinghuai, who was leaning in to kiss him, said without blushing, "Little brother, didn't you miss me too?"
Jian Dieda shook his head: "I'm afraid you won't be able to handle this kind of exertion for long. There's a condition called 'horse stroke'."
"..."
The innocent and foolish Jian Xiaoshi is even more deserving of a beating than the roguish and rebellious Jian Xiaoshi.
Zhong Yinghuai stopped reaching for his hand from under the sheets and blankets, his lips twitching as he realized something was wrong.
There's this kid who's not even fully grown yet, and he's already complaining that his uncle's waist isn't strong enough. Luckily, he noticed that Jane Dieda was on QQ last night and was quietly waiting for his wife to chat with him, but it turned out to be all for nothing.
So he came this morning to broaden the children's horizons, purely as a mature-looking man trying to lose weight in bed with his mistress.
The man is not human.
He threw the cigarette pack and lighter at the patterned pillowcase, bent down, flicked his tongue at Jane, and his hands were not idle either.
Responding to the earth's creaking sound like a cat, reason flew out of the atmosphere, and Zhong Yinghuai kissed Jian Dieda with a mouthful of secondhand smoke.
The narrator, expressionless, sent a notification from the client to close the view: "Do you need me to turn off my view?"
"A quick resolution in a few minutes shouldn't be necessary," Jian Dieda asked Zhong Yinghuai.
Zhong Yinghuai immediately took off his underwear, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his wallet to hide it so he wouldn't let him take it.
Zhong Yinghuai: "If you ask me for my underwear in three more minutes, I'll burn all your underwear with a lighter."
Jian Dieda: ...
What a brilliant counterattack!
How could I have thought last night that he could just agree to spend his whole life with her?
After being tossed around, Jian Dieda finally couldn't take it anymore and bounced up like a fish, only to be pressed back down to lie down again. The boy, his face flushed, could only grab the side of the blanket.
"Ninth Brother, we can't put it in. Let it stay outside, or it will spoil."
"..."
In this atmosphere, saying this will only seduce him more.
Regardless of whether he agreed to it outside or inside, Zhong Yinghuai couldn't stop kissing Jian Dieda's earlobe. He leaned down so that Jian Dieda could hit him to vent his anger, saying as he did so:
"Jian Xiaoshi, you're not bad, it's me who's been too bad to you."
"I'll only be this mean to you."
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Author's Note: Who transformed from a gentle first love guy into a crazy, landmine-like man the moment they put on a disguise? Haha ...
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