Chapter 20 The hanging heart finally died
Episode 20 The hanging heart finally died
[Congratulations to the host for having a new life.] 】
The cold sound of the machine echoes in my mind
[Host, please enter a name for the new identity.] 】
The persistent sound is like the narration of a game cutscene, unquestionable and impersonal. At the same time, the surrounding time and space seemed to have been paused and came to a standstill. It was as if I was suggesting that if I didn't make the next move, time would freeze forever and I would be stuck in this moment.
I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm.
If I think about it carefully, the card drawing software has been with me for so many years, and it has also treated me to snacks for so many years. If it really wanted to harm me, it wouldn't have waited until today.
Yes, it is my good friend.
After comforting myself rationally for two seconds, I regained my composure, accepted the new changes brought about by the cards with a calm expression, and calmly clicked on the name input panel floating in front of me.
The first level is the difficult one.
To be honest, I'm not good at naming.
The surname should still be "Li". Li is a common surname in all types of novels, and using this surname should not attract attention.
As for the name, this card comes from sugar-roasted chestnuts. It would be too casual to just name it "Chestnut". Better to get another similar one. I remember there was a plant called horse chestnut that looked very similar to chestnut but was poisonous. However, if it were called "Seven Leaves", it would seem a bit too romantic, not fresh or interesting enough.
Wait, horse chestnut has another name, Horse Chestnut.
"Horse chestnut..." I repeated in a low voice.
Compared with "Qi Ye", the name Ma Li is closer to the life of ordinary people. It is low-key, popular and simple, and it can also conceal all connections with me.
Perfect!
[Host confirmed that the new identity's name is "Li Mali", right? 】
【Sure. 】
Let me say this here.
After I chose the name, I didn’t realize what kind of disaster this name would bring me in the future. I even regretted why I wasn’t called “Qi Ye”.
Of course, at this time, I was immersed in the simple joy of completing a naming task.
After confirming everything, I quickly asked, "If I activate the new identity, what will happen to my body here?" If I suddenly disappeared for four consecutive days, it would definitely be a mess for my family.
【Please don't worry too much, the system will take over your body and ensure daily operation. 】
"All right."
The moment the panel disappeared, a strong white light burst out like an artificial sun, forcing me to close my eyes subconsciously.
Bathed in this white light, I can feel the warm temperature without any burning sensation. There was also a strong wind around me that was like a whirlpool wrapping around my body, which reminded me of the airflow I felt in the laboratory air shower room - strong and powerful, as if it wanted to peel off all the dust and microorganisms on my body.
As the wind slowly calmed down, I could feel the sounds around me returning again.
The sound of sea breeze.
The news broadcast on TV said, "There will be a light rain this afternoon, so please don't forget to bring an umbrella when you go out in the morning."
The sound of tables and chairs rubbing against each other.
The vision became clearer.
The streets were unfamiliar to me. People are also unfamiliar. The buildings have white exterior walls and blue doors, and are connected by paths paved with gray-white cobblestones. At this moment, I am sitting outside a breakfast shop with my new identity, eating a sandwich and drinking pure milk (? ), facing the endless blue sea, and feeling peaceful inside.
Realizing that I could start moving, I regained control of my body and quickly pulled out my mobile device. The time was [7:23].
The model of the phone is different from mine, and the whole phone is very old.
I started by looking at the basic settings of the entire phone. There are no unnecessary software in it, even the text messages and social media are empty, and there is no data that needs to be cleaned up. It's like an abandoned phone with a cancelled number that was just bought from the black market. However, in a certain video software, the new character stored 8GB of videos.
This amount is unique among the entire memory in the mobile phone.
I was about to open it, but at the end of the page, I saw a familiar card drawing software, and quickly clicked on the card pool——
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the R-level card today: Crispy and sweet pineapple cake. 】
R-level cards have ten consumables.
I received them all at once and put them in my pocket for future use.
Only after doing all this did I feel completely at ease.
It’s only 100 hours, which is actually not too difficult to endure, and there is also the familiar card drawing software.
Just as I was thinking about it, a small gray pigeon landed on the table. At first glance, it looked a bit like a Carabao pigeon, round and fleshy, with fluffy feathers. However, judging from its body shape and wing proportions, it is a racing pigeon. As I looked at it, its black, bead-like eyes stared at me for a while. It stretched its neck, looked at my sandwich, then retracted its neck and hopped towards me, showing no fear at all.
“…”
I rarely come to the beach.
So, what I'm not sure about is, in addition to seabirds, are there grey pigeons on the beach? Moreover, are the birds flying in the seaside really not afraid of strangers? I love all kinds of birds, but because I usually don't have time to take care of small animals, I have never adopted or bought one.
The most I could do was reach my fingers into the cage and secretly poke their feathers when they couldn't see me.
It was the first time I saw such a proactive little bird. I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by its cuteness. My heart felt like a piece of melting chocolate, so sweet. In order to prevent the little pigeons from running away, I actively started to tear the bread edges of the sandwiches and feed them to the pigeons.
The little pigeon was really cooperative. It lowered its head and began to peck at the edge of the bread, eating happily.
I was watching with great interest when a white man with braided blond hair strode out of my breakfast shop. When he saw me, he automatically lowered his body and said, "Boss, the fight is over."
A harsh announcement instantly pulled me from the peaceful atmosphere into another world full of violence and blood.
I couldn't help but shake my hands.
Before I could reply, the blond man scratched his messy blond hair and looked at the sandwich I hadn't touched with a troubled look on his face. He pursed his lips and his eyes moved back and forth between the sandwich and my face, as if this sandwich was his biggest enemy in life. "Boss, this thing doesn't suit your taste?"
As he spoke, he suddenly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his scarred arms, looking indignant. "You even dared to treat the boss's breakfast perfunctorily. Are you tired of living?"
I looked up at him. He was stunned by my stare, and his originally ruthless aura immediately lost most of its force, his eyes were a little vague, and finally he touched his nose in embarrassment: "Of course... I definitely won't do anything reckless unless the boss tells me to!"
As soon as I uttered this sentence, a little girl with messy hair held the door of the shop with her small hands, and looked in my direction with her big watery eyes, tears in her eyes seemed about to fall at any time. Even more eye-catching than her pitiful expression were the purple bruises on her face, arms, and legs.
When I looked over there, the blond man followed my gaze and looked over there. When the girl met his eyes, she couldn't help but tremble, as if she was extremely scared of the blond man.
Before I could say anything, the blond man said, "Boss, it really wasn't me! How could I have the heart to kill that little girl? It would be too easy for her to beat up that wicked stepfather of hers!"
You can still tell the difference between bruises and fresh injuries.
I was just about to tell the blond guy to calm down, no rush.
I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know right from wrong.
But just as I was about to open my mouth, a system prompt flashed in my mind: "Host, please do not do anything that violates your new identity settings, otherwise there will be unpredictable consequences."
My words were immediately cut off.
Things that go against the new identity, does this include the character’s external image or the character’s inherent responsibilities?
What the system said is really simple.
Just the external image includes the way of speaking, behavior, habits, appearance and dressing, etc.
There are even more responsibilities.
What kind of person is a person?
This can basically be inferred from the people around him.
The blond man in front of him was dressed casually and unkempt, with slightly frizzy hair. He usually didn't care about his appearance, or there was no occasion where he needed to care about his appearance. He speaks bluntly and simply, saying whatever comes to his mind. He has a certain fear of people with new identities and it is obvious that he is a marginalized person in society - a street thug.
Judging from a few words, he was able to break into someone else's store and beat people up, and there was no report or police intervention for several days in a row. It is very likely that his new ID card has a certain influence here, and he is probably a high-ranking gangster.
I suddenly remembered that the system had previously said that this identity was the ID card of "VITA". The word "VITA" also appeared on the note left during Zhou Qiuying's autopsy.
This "VITA" sounds like a huge organization. The personnel organization structure is clear and involves various fields, but its position is unclear. It is not known for the time being whether it is a chaotic good rebel organization or a secret society with an overall evil tone.
I pieced these clues together and felt uneasy - the system obviously did not intend to give me a worry-free identity.
…
Seeing that I was staring at him without saying anything, the blond man gradually lowered his voice and looked at my eyes cautiously.
I spoke impatiently, "Are you done? Let's go back. There are still a lot of things to do."
Using emotions to control others is the easiest way to avoid them noticing that something is wrong with you.
In addition, the more general and vague the content is, the easier it is to mislead others, especially when the person on the other side has a simple mind and you can still ask them questions.
When the blond man heard what we said, he quickly agreed with me and said, "Yes, the organization has been very strict in catching undercover agents recently, so there are a lot of things to do. The higher-ups also told us to interrogate the traitor thoroughly. We are very busy. I'll go drive the car over first."
traitor?
Before I could think clearly, the blond man ran away from me, leaving behind only a child and a pigeon that was still eating my sandwich. The little girl hid herself behind the door and continued to stare at me blankly.
The damn feeding habit is at work again.
I really want to give you something to eat——!
My hands are itchy!
Would giving food go against the setting of my identity card?
I took out the pineapple cake from my pocket and found that the system did not block me. So, I decisively threw one into the little girl's hands. The technique was incredibly accurate and landed precisely in the palm of her hand. According to my usual methods, I have to rely on the flexibility, agility and nimbleness of others to get it back.
The little girl stared blankly at the thing in her hand for a while, then looked at me, "Is it for me?"
"Um."
I said in a feigned cold tone.
Produced by the system, it is absolutely delicious!
I added inwardly.
She lowered her head and held the pineapple cake, her lips tightly pursed, but her eyes suddenly turned red. I suppressed the urge to comfort her and could only continue to pretend indifference as I watched her hide back in the store awkwardly.
At this time, when the blond man came back in a second-hand car, he saw the scene of me making the little girl cry.
He was obviously shocked and looked at me and the child in surprise, "Boss, you didn't even let the child go? She is so innocent."
“…”
I really wanted to understand how this person was coping with my new identity.
But this curiosity only lasted a second.
Because most of the time I feel speechless.
After I got in the car and was about to let someone drive away, the blond man said, "Boss, aren't you taking your stuff with you?"
"What..." Before I could react, the little gray pigeon flew into the car window, landed on my legs, and retracted its head while making "cooing" sounds.
This is clearly about being close to me.
Oh oh oh oh——!
system! Oh my god————!
I thought you gave me a very bad identity, but I didn't expect you to be so good to me!
I have a real bird!
Less than half an hour after I immersed myself in the joy of touching pigeons, the blond man led me through a dark underground sewer and finally came to a hidden entrance to the air-raid shelter.
The air in there was damp and cold, with a stench of decay, mildew and stagnant water.
There are also many compartments in this converted air-raid shelter.
One of the compartments was deliberately built in the water, and it was a real water dungeon. The water level was higher than an adult's waist. A black-haired young man was tied to the end with his head down by iron chains. His whole body was red and swollen, his skin was rolled up, and there were layers of scars exposed, without a single piece of healthy skin.
I subconsciously held my breath. Even though I didn't see his face clearly, I knew who that person was - "Shang Hexing".
Oh my god, Fu Lin has been tortured like this here...
I must rescue him.
At the same time, I subconsciously asked the blond man, "Who beat him like this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the blond man asked in confusion: "It's you...?"
I was choked up immediately.
This answer is both very unexpected and very reasonable.
I asked hopefully, "Does he know?"
“…I wonder if he knows if it was you who hit him.”
The blond man was stunned by my question. He scratched the back of his messy head, his brows twisted into a knot, as if he was trying hard to sort out the mess in his mind.
"But... Boss, let me tell you, that guy was really tough when you beat him. He didn't faint even after you beat him until his skin was torn and his flesh was exposed. That look in his eyes - tsk, I remember it very clearly. I think he must have known it. I still remember his fierceness, as if he wanted to jump up and bite us to death on the spot! Let me tell you, Boss, if he really managed to escape, would the first thing he did be to kill us..."
He suddenly shuddered, stopped talking, glanced at me, and quickly put on a flattering smile: "Hey, but how can this be possible, right?"
"Yeah?"
I asked back calmly.
The hanging heart finally died.
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