Chapter 20 Three-in-one Chapter
"If we suspect a person of lying,
We should just pretend to believe him.
Because he will become more and more brave and confident, and tell lies more boldly,
In the end, you will unveil your own mask..."
The old residential building looked somewhat desolate and dilapidated on the rainy night. A female student living downstairs was leaning against the head of the bed, reading Schopenhauer's essays quietly. When it was almost nine o'clock, she finally turned off the lights and went to sleep because she was too sleepy.
The warm yellow windows dimmed, just like the dying of human hearts.
“Wow!”
Lu Yan was lying on the sofa in the rental house when he suddenly woke up as if he had received an electric shock and sat up. He covered his heart and gasped for breath. A layer of fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his face was as pale as paper.
The stinging pain of his heart being pierced by a sharp blade still lingered, and he couldn't help curling up his body. It took him a long time to finally calm down.
A black heart quietly emerged in the air, and the crackling sound of electric current rang out, reminding people of the old TV with snowflakes flashing on the screen, which should have been eliminated by the times long ago:
[Host No. 603, the third game is about to begin. This is your last chance.]
The system suddenly moved closer to Lu Yan, and the sound was deep and more oppressive than ever before:
[If you fail in the game, your soul will be under my control.]
Lu Yan remained silent upon hearing this. He stared coldly at this black heart. After a while, he said calmly, "I will survive."
He will survive.
Two consecutive deaths have aroused Lu Yan's anger. Be it his desire to win or his desire for revenge, he is determined to win this game.
[Is that so?]
The black heart flew away, speaking with compassion.
【Well, good luck to you.】
At the moment the system finished speaking, the clock on the wall pointed to nine o'clock. It was raining heavily outside, and noisy sounds came from all directions, threatening to destroy the old building that was swaying in the wind and rain.
Seeing this, Lu Yan stood up and walked to the window. He hid behind the curtain and looked down. As expected, he found a familiar black figure standing at the intersection. It was Yu Zechuan.
In the first game, Jiang Boyun's arrival angered Yu Zechuan, who went upstairs and killed someone.
In the second game, I took the initiative to invite him upstairs.
Lu Yan still didn't know what time Yu Zechuan had originally set for the murder, or maybe the other party had not figured out how to kill him at all, but just because he had just been released from prison and was upset, so he set his target on himself who was about to date Jiang Boyun.
Lu Yan quickly reviewed the previous two games and found that he had made many mistakes and had made the wrong move from the beginning. Especially when Yu Zechuan raised his knife to kill someone, he blurted out "I have had a crush on you for a long time". Only a fool would believe it.
Everyone in the company knows that Yu Zechuan is notoriously difficult to serve. On the surface, he looks gentle and kind, but in fact, he has a fickle personality and is moody. No one can control his temper when he gets angry. People who are familiar with Yu Zechuan can't even avoid him, so who would be so stupid as to like him?
There are also rumors that Yu Zechuan suffers from severe bipolar disorder due to the death of his biological mother. He has been taking medicine all these years. When he has an attack, he will lock himself in the room and bang his head against the wall, strangling his neck. The former secretary once accidentally caught Yu Zechuan having an attack in the office and was so scared that his face turned pale and he was fired directly.
Over the years, only Jiang Boyun could tolerate his temper.
Jiang Boyun, a poor student from a poor family who was determined to make a fortune, endured Yu Zechuan for five years due to his desire for power and status. In the end, he finally got everything he wanted.
In short, Yu Zechuan was a mentally ill and quite unlikable lunatic before he went to prison, and the excuse of having a crush on someone was too fake and too idiotic.
But it doesn’t matter, Lu Yan has enough time to redeploy in this round.
Lu Yan recalled the words Yu Zechuan said before he died:
"If Xue Jin hadn't discovered your handwriting on Jiang Boyun's computer a few days ago, I might have really let you go."
What does it mean?
A few days before his death, Xue Jin found evidence against him from Jiang Boyun's computer? And was this evidence the reason why Yu Zechuan decided to kill him?
Lu Yan's mind was in a mess, so he had no choice but to find a pen and paper from the drawer and frown as he sorted out the key clues.
The reason why Yu Zechuan wanted to kill him:
1. Because he is Jiang Boyun’s lover.
2. He helped Jiang Boyun to frame Yu Zechuan and put him in jail. (We only found out a few days before the end of the month, the evidence came from Xue Jin)
Lu Yan circled the second reason, then crossed it out and carefully marked the following line of words: Fatal cause of death, must be prevented.
After Lu Yan finished all this, he blackened the writing, tore it into pieces and threw it into the trash can. Just at this moment, his mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated a few times, and a message from Jiang Boyun popped up:
[Ayan, I'll be downstairs at your house soon. How are you? Does your stomach still hurt? ]
[I think this place is going to be demolished. The noise is too loud. I have an apartment near the company. You can move in in a couple of days.]
Lu Yan frowned and stared at the phone that was implanted with the eavesdropping system. He remembered something and quietly got up and found the old phone that the original owner had used from the bedside table. He connected to WiFi and logged into WeChat, and sent a message to Jiang Boyun using the old phone:
[Sorry, I just received news that my aunt in my hometown suddenly fell ill. I have to go back to see her. I have arrived at the station now.]
Jiang Boyun cannot come, he must not come. His mouth, which deserves to be beaten to pieces, is a time bomb.
Lu Yan secretly observed Yu Zechuan standing downstairs while nervously waiting for Jiang Boyun's reply. Half a minute later, a message finally popped up on his phone:
Jiang Boyun: [Okay, I'll go back first. Is there anything I can help you with? ]
The car was already speeding into the street, but because of the news from Lu Yan, it had to turn around and go home. The turning of the steering wheel changed someone's fate.
Lu Yan thought for a moment and typed: [Can you lend me 300,000 yuan? I will pay you back next month.]
Jiang Boyun was quite generous. After all, with his current wealth, 300,000 yuan was not as much as the price of a handmade suit he was wearing. However, Lu Yan used to be a gambler and lost everything no matter how much money he gave him. He was a little impatient. But since a relative was sick, Jiang Boyun was still willing to do something for his face. Not long after, Lu Yan's mobile bank received a deposit message, and Jiang Boyun directly transferred 500,000 yuan to him.
Lu Yan replied with two words: [Thank you.]
Quite "sincere".
Having solved the two major hidden dangers of Jiang Boyun and finance at once, Lu Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He confirmed again and again that Yu Zechuan was still at the street corner and had not left. He turned around and went downstairs with the key, but he did not go to look for him like in his previous life. Instead, he went directly to the floor where the neighborhood committee lady lived and knocked on the door gently:
“Dudududu——”
"Aunt Zhang, are you asleep?"
If Lu Yan knocked like that, even if you were asleep, you would be woken up. Not long after, a middle-aged woman with sleepy eyes opened the door in her coat. She yawned, and her hair was curled up in dense curls. Because it was not combed properly, it looked like an exploded steel ball. "It's Xiao Lu, what's the matter so late at night?"
Lu Yan apologized: "It's like this, Aunt Zhang. I just came back from shopping and suddenly found a strange man in black clothes guarding our building. There were many single women and elderly people nearby. I was a little worried, so I came to tell you..."
Some things don't need to be said too clearly. Aunt Zhang is a warm-hearted person who can work in the neighborhood committee. When she heard this, her face suddenly changed: "Is it true?"
Lu Yan said uncertainly: "He should still be downstairs."
Aunt Zhang put on her coat immediately after hearing this and said, "I'll call my husband to go downstairs and take a look. There have been a lot of thieves recently. It would be bad if someone is lurking here. Xiaolu, you should go back first. Don't go downstairs unless you have something to do."
Lu Yan responded: "Thank you, Aunt Zhang."
He turned around and left after he finished speaking, tiptoeing back to his home. The sound of the door closing was so subtle that it could not be noticed without careful listening.
Although Yu Zechuan is a murderous person, he has a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment and will never attack irrelevant elderly, weak, women and children. Instead, the best solution is to let the neighborhood committee aunt drive them away.
Lu Yan leaned behind the window curtain and quietly observed the situation downstairs. Time passed bit by bit. Before long, he saw Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang coming downstairs, holding flashlights and walking up to Yu Zechuan:
"Hey, where do you live, young man? Why are you staying in our unit in the middle of the night when it's raining and you're not sleeping?!"
Yu Zechuan was leaning against the wall, and before he could decide whether to kill anyone, he saw a middle-aged couple walking up to him with umbrellas. One of them was wearing a red armband on his right arm, and they were probably some minor officials in the community.
“…”
His silence was disturbing.
Aunt Zhang pointed the flashlight directly at Yu Zechuan's face hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, but was caught off guard by a pair of cold and fierce eyes. There was a scar on the right side of his cheek, making him look like someone who was definitely not a good person.
Aunt Zhang was startled, and the flashlight rolled to the ground at her feet. She felt more and more that the man in front of her was not a good person. She stepped back tremblingly and said, "You... who are you? Let me tell you, there is a police station not far away..."
Uncle Zhang's hand holding the umbrella was a little unsteady. He secretly tugged at his wife's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Why don't you go back first and stop meddling in other people's business."
There's no way those two old bones can defeat the enemy.
Just when Aunt Zhang was panicking, Yu Zechuan, who had been silent, suddenly moved. They screamed in fright and dodged, but saw the man in front of them raised his hand to pull the brim of his hat that had slipped down, turned around and walked into the rain.
“Blah——”
The puddle on the ground was crushed by one foot, reflecting the faint light of the street lamp, and then shattered and reunited in an instant.
Lu Yan stood on the upper floor and took in the whole scene. He saw Yu Zechuan's figure disappear at the entrance of the alley, then he slowly closed the curtains.
Yu Zechuan won't take action.
At least not today.
He had already attracted the attention of the neighborhood committee lady and would never choose to kill himself at this time, otherwise it would easily arouse the suspicion of the police.
Lu Yan never smoked, but he found a half-empty pack of low-quality cigarettes on the table of his original body's coffee table. He silently took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He sat on the sofa and lit it with a lighter. The unfamiliar smell of tobacco instantly filled his mouth.
Bitter, spicy, and pungent.
It took Lu Yan only a few seconds to adapt to the taste. Nicotine gave his brain a brief relaxation. He lowered his eyelids and scrolled through his phone aimlessly, thinking about his next move. The two deaths brought him a dramatic change, like a sheathed sword, its edge fully reduced.
The path of secret love is definitely not feasible. Yu Zechuan obviously doesn't believe that Jiang Boyun's lover will fall in love with him. It is too abrupt and too ridiculous. In the last game, Lu Yan verified this answer with his death.
The most urgent task in this life is to find the "evidence" in Jiang Boyun's computer and destroy it in time, and not let Xue Jin have the opportunity to hand it over to Yu Zechuan.
But Lu Yan didn't know what the so-called evidence was, where Jiang Boyun kept it, and whether there was a backup after it was destroyed. After he destroyed it, would Xue Jin and Yu Zechuan learn the truth through other channels?
He didn't even know Jiang Boyun's computer password.
Xue Jin was Jiang Boyun's right-hand man and had been lurking for so many years before he finally found the evidence. Lu Yan didn't think his identity would be more advantageous than his.
These questions emerged from the bottom of my heart one after another, but none of them could be answered, just like the dark clouds in the sky outside.
What to do?
What to do?
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Lu Yan's mind. In fact, these problems can be solved, unless...
Unless he can stay by Yu Zechuan's side and keep track of his movements at all times.
The problem seems to have returned to the starting point.
Lu Yan fell on the sofa, closed his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke, which made his handsome face a little blurry. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes slowly and looked forward through the light white mist. His eyes were dark and dark, but they were hidden in the blurry light again in a moment.
Yu Zechuan, I lost in my last life.
In this life, why not try and see who can win?
…
It was almost dawn when Yu Zechuan returned to the apartment.
He took off his wet coat and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he changed into pajamas, but he didn't even bother to dry his hair. He just closed his eyes and fell on the sofa in the living room. The air-conditioning air enveloped his whole body, just like falling into the deep sea in the polar region, with cold waves in all directions.
Today's murder plan failed.
Jiang Boyun was not dead, and neither was his little lover.
Yu Zechuan was very dissatisfied with this result. He closed his eyes and buried his head in his arms. His temples were throbbing with pain. Listening to the dull and dull thunder outside, he felt as if his brain was about to explode.
He ran his ten fingers through his hair and tightened them tightly, trying to suppress the angry emotions in his heart, but it was no use.
Just when Yu Zechuan was breathing heavily and was a little confused, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang, pulling him back from the brink of collapse.
“Buzz——”
Yu Zechuan opened his bloodshot eyes and saw the caller ID on the screen was "Xue Jin". After a moment of silence, he clicked the answer button: "Hello..."
The voice was hoarse, as if it was suppressed to the extreme.
Xue Jin's voice was a little noisy, but it became clear after a moment: "Zechuan, where are you now? Why didn't you answer my call just now?"
Yu Zechuan closed his eyes tiredly, his thick eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes: "I didn't hear it."
Xue Jin paused and asked: "Did you go to see Jiang Boyun?"
Yu Zechuan asked back without any emotion: "So what if I find it?"
Xue Jin was a little anxious, and he lowered his voice and scolded: "I clearly told you not to rush into it. The company is still in Jiang Boyun's hands. Isn't it too easy for you to kill him now?!"
"Zechuan, listen to me, don't rush to act now..."
Yu Zechuan interrupted: "I didn't kill him."
The sound on the other end of the microphone stopped abruptly.
Yu Zechuan repeated again: "I didn't kill him."
But sooner or later he will be killed.
"I'm sleepy. We'll talk tomorrow if we have anything to say."
He hung up the phone and fell back on the sofa. He suddenly remembered something and tapped the screen of his phone to pull up an identity file.
Name: Lu Yan
Gender: Male
…
The screen was filled with dense information, short of digging out all of Lu Yan's ancestors. There was a blurry photo in the upper right corner, but because it was an ID photo, it didn't look beautiful or ugly. He looked like most people and was not very recognizable.
Is this Jiang Boyun’s little lover?
Yu Zechuan's right hand rubbed the screen slowly. Because the force was too strong, the edges of his fingertips turned blue, unable to conceal his murderous intent.
Lu Yan was only half right. Yu Zechuan wanted to kill him not only because he was Jiang Boyun's mistress, but also because Yu Zechuan was born eccentric and stubborn, with an unusual possessiveness.
No one can touch his things.
Even if it is something he doesn't want and hates.
Unfortunately, the timing was wrong last night and I attracted the attention of that middle-aged couple, so it is not convenient to take action during this time.
Yu Zechuan suppressed his disappointment and put his phone back under the pillow. He curled up on the sofa with his eyes closed and fell asleep, his right hand tightly grasping a folding knife hidden in his pocket, as if that was the source of all his sense of security.
Yu Zechuan was a light sleeper and did not sleep well that night. He was awakened by a series of clattering noises early the next morning. A man's rough shouting coming from outside the corridor was disturbing.
Yu Zechuan sat up from the sofa, wiped his face, frowned and went to the bathroom to wash up, but the noise outside did not decrease but weakened, and even intensified.
The cold water sobered him up a little, but his anger suddenly bubbled up.
Yu Zechuan put on a mask and opened the door directly, but saw that the corridor was crowded with furniture. Several movers almost quarreled because the bed board was stuck in the corner. Their voices were as rough as cannon barrels:
"I told you to move it vertically! Now it's stuck!"
"What the hell are you talking about? How did I know this bed was so big? Change direction quickly and don't waste time!"
The continuous rainy and humid weather in autumn makes people particularly sensitive, especially someone like Yu Zechuan who already has a bad temper. Five years in prison not only failed to grind away his bad temper, but instead aggravated this abnormal mental state.
He stood at the door with an expressionless face and knocked on the door. The two dull "bang" sounds were abrupt and heart-wrenching. In an instant, the three movers all looked over. The air was suffocating and silent.
"You're disturbing me."
Yu Zechuan's voice was cold, carrying an invisible pressure.
"If I hear your noise exceeding 60 decibels again, I will file a complaint directly with the property management."
As he was speaking, the elevator door dinged and a man in white casual clothes walked out. He was wearing a black mask, was tall, had deep-set eyes, and was quite handsome. You could tell he was a handsome guy without even looking at his face.
Perhaps because the man's temperament was so peculiar, and even had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Yu Zechuan took a glance before looking away. He turned and went into the house, and the door slammed loudly.
"Bang--!"
This sound was like a switch, and the movers finally came to their senses. They cursed, but their voices dropped eight tones unconsciously.
"Fuck, what's so great about that? It's not that great just to be rich."
This apartment building is located in the city center. The monthly rent is nearly 30,000 yuan, and the commercial water and electricity are definitely not affordable for ordinary people.
The man in white casual clothes glanced at the house number of Yu Zechuan's house, walked up to the moving master and said, "Master, it's the weekend now, everyone should be asleep, please be gentle, this money is for hard work, and you can use it to have tea later."
He took out his wallet, pulled out a stack of bills and passed them over, just one bill for each person. His white fingertips were clean and tidy, which made people feel comfortable.
The mover immediately put aside his previous unhappiness upon hearing this, took the money with a smile and said, "Mr. Lu, what are you talking about? This is all our job. You can go and rest over there first. I will definitely finish moving for you before noon."
Encouraged by the tip, they worked very hard, but this time they were careful and quiet.
Yu Zechuan stood behind the door and heard the faint voices coming from outside. His bad mood finally improved a little. He had always encountered scumbags in his life. It was rare for him to meet a well-educated and well-mannered neighbor. He had to say that it was a lucky thing.
Little did he know that the neighbor was standing at the door of the corridor, staring at his house number for a long time, his dark pupils carrying emotions that others could not understand.
The man raised his hand and took off his mask, revealing a face that was perfect without any flaws. It was Lu Yan.
Just last night, Lu Yan contacted the landlady to check out, and found an agent to rent the empty house next to Yu Zechuan overnight. In the morning, he didn't even see the house, but signed the contract under the agent's surprised eyes and paid a large deposit.
The other party may think he is a fool.
Lu Yan smiled and said, maybe, who knows.
The movers were very trustworthy and had moved everything in before noon. The furniture was bought temporarily from the second-hand market, so there was no need to get rid of the smell and it could be used after a simple tidying up.
Lu Yan went out for a while and came back in the evening, carrying a bunch of messy shopping bags in his hands, including fruits, toiletries, towels, electrical appliances, and even a pot of flowers.
After he entered the room, he closed the door, opened one of the packaging boxes, and carefully studied the eavesdropping device he had bought at a high price. After a series of testing procedures, he said to himself, "The quality is good."
Lu Yan used a shovel to carefully dig out the pot of light purple Patchouli with its roots and soil, then buried the eavesdropping device at the bottom and covered it with soil again, slowly restoring it to its original state. When he was sure there was no damage, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
“Dudududu——”
Yu Zechuan was sitting behind his computer desk writing a plan, thinking about how to lure Jiang Boyun into the trap, when someone unexpectedly knocked on the door. The voice was gentle and polite, and stopped after three knocks.
First, let’s rule out Xue Jin, as he doesn’t have such qualities.
Who could that be?
Yu Zechuan pulled out a chair and stood up, frowning as he walked to the door. He remembered something and took out his mask and put it on, then he opened the door a little and asked, "Who?"
A tall man stood outside the door. He looked familiar. He was the neighbor who moved in this morning. He was still wearing a black mask, revealing only a pair of deep and affectionate eyes. He was holding a bag of cut fruit in his left hand and a pot of purple flowers in his right hand. He said in a gentle and polite voice, "Hello, I'm the new neighbor next door."
Yu Zechuan's attitude was cold: "What's the matter?"
He thought this neighbor was very strange. He wore a mask to cover the scars on his face, so why did he wear a mask?
Lu Yan smiled and explained, "It's like this. I was moving this morning and accidentally disturbed you, so I brought you some fruit. I hope you don't mind."
Yu Zechuan refused directly: "No need."
He was about to close the door when the other party used his long legs to block the crack of the door: "We are neighbors from now on. Even if we don't apologize, we can just be friends... Besides, I cut a lot of fruit and I can't finish it by myself. If you don't collect it, it will go bad. What a pity."
friend?
Yu Zechuan was surprised to hear this, but also a little amused. He leaned against the door frame and lowered his head. Without saying anything, he suddenly raised his hand and pulled off the mask on his face. The scar on his right cheek was exposed to the air, which made people gasp.
Yu Zechuan stared at Lu Yan, his eyes like some kind of snake, sticky and cold: "Are you sure you want to be friends with me?"
The voice was light, but full of malice.
Yu Zechuan no longer cares about his broken face, but he hates being stared at by all kinds of strange eyes, so he always wears a mask. But if taking it off can avoid some unnecessary trouble, he doesn't mind letting others see the wound.
Yu Zechuan waited quietly for the other person's expression to change drastically, then fled in a panic, swearing in his heart that he would never knock on the door of this psychopath again -
That would be great.
But the handsome new neighbor in front of him just showed a little surprise, and then returned to normal: "I may live here for a long time in the future, we will see each other every day, let's make friends."
But they never exchanged names from beginning to end.
Yu Zechuan was stunned and was forced to accept the bag of fruit and a pot of purple Agastache rugosa flowers in full bloom. The new neighbor also reminded him carefully: "This kind of flower is easy to grow. Don't water it too often when the weather gets cold."
In fact, it doesn't matter even if it gets wet, because the eavesdropping device has been waterproofed.
Yu Zechuan didn't say a word from beginning to end. He saw the other party politely say goodbye, then he knocked on the door of the neighbor opposite with another bag of fruit. Only then did he realize that this thing was not his exclusive property.
Oh, maybe he has one more pot of flowers than others.
My mood suddenly became bad again.
"Bang--!"
Yu Zechuan shut the door heavily. He turned back to the house and threw the bag of fruit directly into the kitchen sink. If the peeled and cut fruit is not eaten for more than two days, it will gradually rot and become sour, and completely spoil, but that is not something Yu Zechuan would care about.
He held the heavy flowers in his hands, thinking about what to do with them.
Yu Zechuan doesn't know how to grow flowers, nor does he like to grow flowers. How can a person who is about to rot and deteriorate grow other things?
But perhaps because this pot of flowers was unique to him, its fate would not be as miserable as that bag of fruit. After thinking for a while, Yu Zechuan finally threw it in front of the French window because that was where the sunlight was the best.
But unfortunately, it is autumn now and everything is withered. It has been cloudy and rainy for the next few days and the sun has not come out at all.
Yu Zechuan's life has always been dull. Every day, he would sit in front of the computer to continue writing the fictitious island development project, thinking about how to trick Jiang Boyun into it. The rest of the time, he would be repeatedly immersed in hatred, and fall asleep painfully at night with a dagger in his hand.
On the third day, the fruit was completely rotten.
The taste after fermentation is slightly sour, even a bit like alcohol, and it drifts out from the kitchen bit by bit.
Yu Zechuan actually did hygiene every day, but he selectively ignored the bag of fruit. It was not until he smelled the rotten smell that he realized that he should throw those things away.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon, a quiet time. Yu Zechuan put on a hat and a mask and went downstairs to throw away the garbage. Unexpectedly, he met the new neighbor in the elevator.
The other person had changed his clothes, a clean shirt and a light-colored knitted vest. He even looked elegant and bookish, but he still had a mask on his face and an off-white Bluetooth headset on his right ear.
Their eyes met, and they were all stunned for a moment.
Lu Yan had not appeared in front of Yu Zechuan during this period, both to save his life and to eavesdrop on the other party's movements in the room. Unexpectedly, he would meet him at the elevator entrance when he went downstairs to buy a meal.
Lu Yan was the first to come to his senses. He raised his hand to take off his headphones, his dark eyes filled with smiles: "What a coincidence, are you going downstairs to take out the trash?"
His eyes inadvertently swept over the "garbage" in Yu Zechuan's hand and found that the bag looked familiar. It was the fruit he had delivered that day. He was not surprised.
Yu Zechuan is a very cautious person, and he would never eat something sent by a stranger. But fortunately, the fruit was just a by-product, and the most important thing was the flower pot with a bug.
Yu Zechuan didn't feel embarrassed at all and just said "hmm" in a calm manner.
"It seems you don't like fruit. I'll give you something else next time."
Lu Yan has a very good temper, so good that people feel that he is like a white cloud, clean and soft, and he will never lose his temper no matter how you rub him. And this kind of patience comes from the bones, which is very different from Jiang Boyun's attitude of swallowing his anger and putting on a smile for money.
Before going to prison, if Yu Zechuan met someone like Lu Yan, he would probably be crazy and excited as if he saw prey, and even develop an inexplicable desire for exclusivity.
But after he was released from prison, he himself couldn't figure out what he liked.
The two walked into the elevator together.
Yu Zechuan looked at Lu Yan deeply. The narrow and closed elevator unconsciously shortened the distance between them and also fostered curiosity.
Yu Zechuan suddenly wanted to know what Lu Yanchang looked like. He stared at the golden stainless steel elevator door in front of him. The clothes of the man next to him were clearly reflected on it. The man had a pair of seductive eyes: "Why are you wearing a mask?"
More like a question than a doubt.
Lu Yan smiled and said, "Aren't you wearing a mask too?"
Yu Zechuan felt that he was asking the question knowing the answer, so he sarcastically asked, "That's because I'm ugly. Are you ugly too?"
Lu Yan said softly: "No, you are not ugly."
Yu Zechuan was stunned when he heard this. He was about to say something when the elevator reached the first floor and the door opened with a "ding". The tall man nodded politely to him, turned around and walked out, his back gradually getting farther and farther away.
Like a gentle breeze, it left no trace.
Yu Zechuan frowned, feeling inexplicably annoyed. He carried the garbage bag to the commercial area below the apartment building and threw the garbage into a random trash can. He was thinking about whether to buy some food to bring upstairs, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure across the street, and his steps stopped.
Jiang Boyun was probably out for dinner today. He rose from the bottom of society all his life, so he became particularly particular about his appearance after becoming successful. He always brought an assistant bodyguard with him when he went out, and he always wore a proper suit. In addition, he was very proud of his high position, so he could be seen in the crowd at a glance.
Seeing this, Yu Zechuan quietly clenched his fingertips, a small shadow fell from the brim of his hat, and his eyes were so gloomy that water could drip out. He stared at Jiang Boyun motionlessly across the busy street. The rain outside slanted onto his body, but it could not extinguish the anger burning in his lungs.
Now is not the time.
Now is not the time.
Yu Zechuan repeated this sentence to himself in his heart, and finally suppressed the surging murderous intent. He turned around and went upstairs without saying a word. It was as if a sharp knife was twisting and turning in his mind, causing him to breathe rapidly and sweat profusely.
“Boom——!”
When Yu Zechuan returned to the room, it was thundering outside. Lightning flashed across the sky, as if it was going to tear the sky apart. The sound was dull and slow. The wind and rain were swaying outside the French window. The night was like an overturned ink bottle, spreading rapidly from one corner.
"call……"
Yu Zechuan covered his neck and suddenly felt difficulty breathing, even his steps staggered.
He walked to the bedroom with difficulty, holding on to the table, and took out a white medicine bottle from the bedside table. He haphazardly threw two pills into his mouth, then fell to the floor as if he had lost strength.
Yu Zechuan was soaked all over, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. He held his neck tightly with both hands, curled up on the floor, his face pale and a bit terrified.
The light and shadows above your head are blurry, and staring at them for too long will cause dizziness, bringing you into nightmarish memories.
Sometimes it was his mother who was madly strangling his neck and shaking him, cursing him when he was a child; sometimes it was his grandfather who had passed away, with his cold and stiff face in the morgue; in the end, only Jiang Boyun's smug face and the cold bars in the prison were left.
"Don't come over here...don't come over here..."
"Jiang Boyun...you deserve to die...you all deserve to die..."
Yu Zechuan didn't know how to wake up or relieve the pain, so he could only bang his head against the floor again and again. His whole body was shaking, and his groans of pain were drowned out by the heavy rain.
Separated by a wall, Lu Yan was sitting on the sofa and eavesdropping on what was happening next door. Suddenly, he heard an unusual noise coming from that side, like something falling to the ground with a bang, and he couldn't help but frown.
Lu Yan raised his hand to press the earphone, listened again as if to confirm, and finally realized that something seemed to have happened to Yu Zechuan. His face changed slightly, and he immediately pulled out a chair and rushed out the door.
Lu Yan had no grudge against Yu Zechuan. In a sense, he even felt that the other party was a little pitiful. However, he was not sure whether he could save his own life, so he had no time to sympathize with others.
Lu Yan stood at the door, and his mind flashed back to the last round in the rental house, when his opponent blocked his attack and lay on the sofa in a cold sweat. After a moment's hesitation, he knocked on the door:
“Dudududu——”
“Dudududu——”
Lu Yan knocked several times but no one came to open the door. He frowned and tapped the combination lock with his fingertips. With a "click" sound, the door opened automatically.
When Lu Yan was kidnapped by Yu Zechuan in his previous life, he secretly memorized the password, but he never thought that he would need it one day. He pushed the door open and entered the room, only to see that the light in the room was dim, the tea table in the living room was tilted, and things were scattered everywhere.
A familiar figure was curled up in the corner of the floor in pain, and it didn't look good.
"Yu Zechuan!"
Seeing this, Lu Yan quickly passed the mess on the ground and immediately walked to Yu Zechuan to help him up, but he saw that his face was pale and his fingertips were cold.
Lu Yan frowned and called him in a low voice: "Yu Zechuan?"
"Boom——"
Another muffled thunder sounded.
A pair of bloodshot eyes suddenly opened, and the crazy hatred in them was creepy.
Yu Zechuan could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams. He stared with dilated pupils and breathed heavily. Many different faces flashed before his eyes, including Jiang Boyun's, his grandfather's, his father's, and finally his long-deceased mother.
The beautiful woman had a ferocious look on her face and grabbed his neck tightly: "Why did I give birth to you! You are a bastard! A bastard!"
"If I hadn't gotten pregnant with you, I wouldn't have to marry into this family, and my life wouldn't be ruined! You're a jinx! You deserve to die just like your father!"
Yu Zechuan's mother was born in a commoner family, but was favored by Yu's father, who was a playboy at the time and forced to marry him by dishonorable means. She hated this man, and even his own flesh and blood, and went crazy not long after giving birth to the child, and beat and scolded Yu Zechuan every day.
But the young Yu Zechuan didn't understand all that. He only knew that his father was away from home every day and his mother was locked in a room and he only saw her a few times a year.
His grandfather wouldn't let him enter that room, but he always couldn't help but sneak in. He was beaten up countless times after being discovered by the woman, and was almost strangled to death several times, but he still didn't learn his lesson.
When he was ten years old, his family held a birthday party. That was the last time Yu Zechuan went to see her. The usually crazy woman was surprisingly gentle that day. She would whisper his name behind the door, wish him a happy birthday, and say she would take him to the amusement park as long as he opened the door.
As long as he opens the door...
Then all the scenes shattered in an instant. The guests who were present at the time could all recall the scene of that day: it was raining heavily outside, and a crazy woman suddenly ran out of the locked room of the Yu family, jumped out of the window, fell into the swimming pool and died, her back of the head hit the edge of the tile heavily, and blood was all over the floor.
"Bang--"
The water exploded and broke, but it was a blood-red color.
Yu Zechuan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly began to breathe rapidly. He held his head with both hands, his eyes were red, and he murmured to himself in a low voice: "I was wrong... Mom... I was wrong..."
No one knew why he was crying, not even Lu Yan. He just felt that Yu Zechuan in front of him was like a child who had made a mistake, feeling wronged and at a loss.
The sound echoed in the air intermittently, and I felt so guilty that I wished I could die immediately.
"You...you shouldn't have given birth to me...I shouldn't have let you out..."
"I killed you..."
"I'm a murderer..."
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