Chapter 42 "The Deliveryman" This round's topic is: "The Corpse Is Speaking..."
Jane Dieda woke up in her bed and habitually checked the time on her phone.
Being able to sleep soundly until 3 p.m. is a satisfying nap for a writer, but for someone who has just experienced a full thirty years of system transmigration, this short night is insignificant.
Thinking about the system, Jian Dieda's head ached a little, and his eyes felt strange, like they had been soaked in salt water.
If it weren't for her emotional autism, Jane Dieda would almost have thought that the feeling in her eyes was crying.
To prove he would never do that, Jane threw off the bedding and ran to the bathroom; the only sound in the empty house was his footsteps.
The water gushed out, and Jian Dieda quickly splashed it on his face, bringing his scattered consciousness back to him.
Before leaving the instance this time, the narrator, the second system that announces the next round of missions, automatically appeared again.
"The cycle of reincarnation has ended," if I remember correctly, the narrator said something he didn't understand, "Based on the choices made in the first life, is it necessary to erase the memories of the reincarnation?"
"..." The first choice? What does that mean?
Just ten seconds later, the narrator helped him make a choice, since he couldn't remember anything:
"Ding, the host has not responded for a long time. The Meng Po Soup function has been activated for the second time. 'Reincarnation' will preserve your memory fragments within five levels. 3, 2, 1, The player has logged out of the system. Welcome to log in next time."
Having lived in another incredibly realistic world until he developed Alzheimer's, and then unexpectedly passed away and returned, Jian Dieda's memories were sent to the recycle bin by the system before he could even process them.
Jane's mind, which couldn't hold onto anything, quickly returned to the bedroom and closed the door.
His junior classmate appeared that night.
Jane was jolted awake by a barrage of phone calls and knocking on the door.
He rubbed his nose, not wanting to admit that he had another dream. He dreamt of two men who looked like the protagonists of a campus novel.
The two faces were blurry, only the sourness of lemon juice dripping into their nostrils was visible.
[Senior brother!! I'm at the door!! Please open the door quickly!!! SOS!!! The drinking party with that film company is tonight! Haven't you ironed your suit and found your shoes yet? I brought my belongings, please let me in!]
Jane Dieda never remembered agreeing to any drinking parties. He pretended nothing had happened and continued sleeping in the position of an unhappy cat rolling on its back.
[Fat Ding: Waaaaah, you ruthless person! Please give them some face this once, the production company, the director, and the famous screenwriters in the industry are all here! Our investor, as a long-time fan of yours, almost drove his Aston Martin to your doorstep—]
Jane remained silent, looking sullen.
When did I start having male fans? No wonder this film and television company is still willing to cooperate with me even though it's been so long since he canceled his next book.
He eventually got up, put on his glasses, found his shirt, and by the time Fatty Ding and Jane arrived it was almost 5 p.m.
Director Mao waved enthusiastically: "Jian Zuo! Please sit down! Let me introduce you to a heavyweight guest, the most outstanding investor in China in decades. Look, Uncle, this is Writer Jian."
An elderly gentleman in a Tang suit in the teahouse looked at Jian Dieda.
Jane Diedda: "Thank you for choosing me."
The white-haired old man, who had been in charge of a family for four generations and enjoyed wealth and prosperity, smiled.
"It feels like I've seen this somewhere before; it looks like our horoscopes are very compatible."
The others were taken aback. Wasn't this the first time the Blade Man had come out of seclusion? Why was this elderly ruler of high society saying such a thing?
Jian Dieda didn't understand either.
Without explaining, the old man picked up his dragon-headed cane and said to the others, "I'm just here to help meet people. I won't say anything else. I'm not the one who can judge people."
"..."
The old man passed away.
Everyone continued eating and drinking.
The premium sea cucumber, braised abalone with old ham, and fried rice with lobster on the rotating table were ordered by the old man for Jian Dieda.
Simple and easy to use.
Director Mao laughed heartily: "Teacher Jian, don't worry, this restaurant also belongs to the investors. Oh, I forgot to mention, the one in a hurry to leave is the old boss, that is, the boss's father."
Fatty Ding exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? How big is the big boss? How come this old man still has the leisure to help his son negotiate a job?"
He was thinking to himself, "Your big boss isn't going on a blind date with my senior."
Director Mao and his colleagues found it even more incomprehensible.
Who is this big boss? He's too busy with official business to even flirt with someone. That's impossible.
But the person involved didn't ask any questions.
More importantly, Jian Dieda didn't like the expensive dishes in front of him. He would rather go home, order a 20-yuan takeout, and watch a horror movie all night.
When having meals and discussing cooperation with others, he was very proper and polite to everyone, but there was no real emotion in his eyes.
His words were somewhat rigid but not wrong; the repetitive wording conveyed a sense of alienation, and the night's work ended rather uninterestingly.
Jane left.
Director Mao Mao swooned over Fatty Ding, saying, "Not only is Blade Man talented, but he's also a handsome god! I'm in love!"
Fatty Ding shot him a dagger: "Your senior brother is hard to pursue, and he's not gay, so don't even think about it."
Director Mao Mao: "So that's why Teacher Jian doesn't go out! Afraid some random guy will drool over him? I get it! So what are his preferences?"
Fatty: "Hmm, does staying up all night count?"
Director Mao asked if there was anything else.
Fatty Ding: "Oh—he said last time he wanted to open a murder mystery game shop!"
Director Mao Mao: "Really? My friend has a shop that he's selling. How about I keep an eye out for it for Teacher Jian?"
Unexpectedly, after Jian Dieda returned, the old boss somehow got his phone number again.
Jian Dieda recently wants to break his habit of staying up late and drinking energy drinks.
The old boss then asked his subordinates to send him a set of porcelain teaware and some fine tea. The old boss also wanted to meet with Jian Dieda again, and the meeting place was at Jian Dieda's home in a luxury residential area.
Jane Dieda said, "Would it be convenient for you to wait until my deadline is over?"
The publisher requested his short detective stories set on campus.
Pang Ding gave him a month and a half to finish his manuscript.
To repay the favor to the important person, Jane Dieda also took the initiative to reveal the new idea he had promised to another publisher, in order to prove that he had not avoided meeting the person.
The old boss took a look and thought it was very meaningful. The story that Jian Dieda conceived was about ordinary people at the bottom of society.
The protagonist of this novel is not a high-ranking official or a wealthy man, but a food deliveryman. Jian Dieda said that the life depicted in the novel reflects the reality of his life and that of most people.
"Okay, keep up the good work, Ms. Jian. I'm looking forward to your new work." Without the slightest hesitation, the old boss nodded on the spot to approve of this meeting.
"You're busy, but you must come and see my family in a month and a half."
With a sigh of relief, Jian Dieda hung up the phone and turned on his computer.
Just as Ke Jian Dieda was about to open the document, a webpage with a background of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva flashed into his mind, and he couldn't close it no matter what, just like a pirated game webpage.
Narrator:
Host: Jian Dieda.
"Previous save points: [Animal Realm] (completed), [Hell Realm] (completed)."
'New Reincarnation Location': [Humanity]
Time: 2008.
Another beep.
Looking up, Jane Dieda was already standing under a gas lamp that was blindingly bright.
There was a strong smell of stinky rags in the air.
Having regained his sight, Jian Dieda was shirtless, with one hand behind his buttocks, and a red mosquito bite on his buttocks, which were tattooed with red lotus flowers.
A woman with a pregnant belly, wearing a floral dress, was standing at the door, knocking wearily.
"Little Shi, are you still going out to deliver food? Your older sister needs to put on makeup!"
Jane Diedda: "..."
The rows of worn-out bras and panties hanging above his head made him realize that he had been pulled into the game without any warning.
Where did the task prompt just come from?
Jian Dieda: "System?"
No reply.
The little dark-skinned man in the mirror looked very different from the real him; his expression, as if someone owed him money, had a disheveled, thuggish air about him.
Jane was still holding a toothbrush cup in her hand. If she didn't know what had happened, then she had wasted her two time travels.
This time, the leader let him in without consulting him first.
Calling the system won't help; it's definitely not working properly. You should analyze the problem yourself.
The host, wearing a faded T-shirt, made a dramatic expression in front of the mirror.
Wearing red slippers made him feel even more smug, and with his hair standing on end and his taut lips, he looked like the kind of guy on this street who wasn't to be messed with.
He pulled his ripped pants, which were full of holes, back on, put on his clothes, and vaguely remembered everything about the original owner of the body.
Jian Xiaoshi, a southerner, is a seventeen-year-old student at a vocational school.
This was the third month since his mother, Zhang Mei, remarried to his stepfather.
In blended families, each parent usually has their own child, and the husband also has a daughter who is three years older than him.
Unexpectedly, his mother, Zhang Mei, found out she was pregnant last month. Her employer was unhappy and dismissed her, leaving her unemployed and resting at home.
My stepfather went out to work today, leaving my older sister, him, and Zhang Mei at home.
Looking around again, Jane Dieda remembered what he had just been doing and why his mother had spoken so harshly.
It turned out that ever since his mother got married, he had been living in the attic, which was dark, damp, and had no hot water for bathing.
He had no choice but to run to the bathroom to boil water.
His stepfather, sister, and mother could all use the green and red buckets for their own water each night, but he didn't have his own bucket to use. He could only sneakily use other people's bath buckets each time. But today, something went wrong. He burned the water heater when he inserted it.
The woman outside and a girl were arguing incessantly over trivial matters.
The young girl yelled, "How am I supposed to take a shower tonight! It's all Jian Xiaoshi's fault! I'm going to tell my dad! He needs to discipline his son!"
Zhang Mei: "I'm sorry, girl, Mom apologizes. I'll cook fish for you tonight."
Girl: "You're not my mom! My mom died a long time ago! You're using my dad's money to buy fish! Get your son out of here!"
Zhang Mei: "..."
The girl slammed the door and went back to her room.
Zhang Mei started calling her stepfather to complain, and the living room was filled with the sighs of the middle-aged pregnant woman.
Jian Dieda's mind was buzzing from eavesdropping. He couldn't understand what kind of worldview this was. Was the first time a live stream of ghost stories? Was the second time a host organizing a group? Was this time he being asked to mediate a domestic family drama?
The narrator suddenly appears: "Hello."
Jane paused, then asked, "What? It's you? Where's Little Baldy?"
Narrator: "The company has arranged a job reassignment. It will temporarily be assigned to another user. Please read the rules of the murder mystery game as required."
The narrator, seemingly possessed by foresight, said, "I hope you understand my work; I will do my utmost to provide this service."
Jian Dieda couldn't resist the narrator.
He first accepted Jian Xiaoshi's character setting.
He then asked, "The first time it was 'Police, please close your eyes,' the second time it was 'Old Wolf, Old Wolf, what time is it?' What are we playing this time?"
The narrator said, "The game format for this round is called: 'The Corpse is Talking.'"
"..."
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Author's Note: This round begins!
Detective Deliveryman Jianjianzi's new skin is now available!
Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 2023-10-11 23:59:06 and 2023-10-15 01:23:49!
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