Ding Sen wanted to cry, but he had no tears. How could he be so unlucky? He really felt someone push him just now, but when he turned around, he was alone.
He originally wanted to go back, but he had to go to the hospital first. However, this was just the beginning of his bad luck.
On the way to the hospital, as luck would have it, a flock of birds flew over his head and covered him in bird droppings.
Ding Sen started cursing, but because he had no front teeth, his mouth leaked and he looked particularly funny.
People passing by couldn't help but burst into laughter, which made Ding Sen even angrier.
When I arrived at the hospital and was about to take out my ID card to register, I found that my ID card was missing. Once I lost my ID card, I had to apply for a new one.
On the way home, a torrential downpour hit, leaving Ding Sen completely drenched. He'd thought his luck would improve after returning home, but a fish bone got stuck in his throat mid-eating, forcing him to rush to the hospital late at night. It was as if all the bad luck of the year had been concentrated on that single day, leaving Ding Sen completely exhausted.
As a result, the next day, bad luck still followed.
Choking while drinking water, getting cut by book pages while reading, and breaking my phone to the point of being unusable...
Even her mother couldn't stand it anymore and kept muttering, "Are you being haunted by bad luck?"
Ding Sen also wanted to know! Which great god had he offended to deserve such bad luck?
He thought about it and although he usually didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, this time he specially bought offerings and prepared to go to the temple to worship and get rid of the bad luck.
When he was burning incense, he had just bowed to the Buddha in the temple when the three incense sticks he had just lit were all extinguished.
Ding Sen broke out in a cold sweat, but he remained stubborn and yelled at the monk beside him, "Is the quality of your incense so bad?"
The monk in the temple looked at him and said, "This is the first time we've encountered something like this. How about you order it again?"
Ding Sen lit three more incense sticks, and while he was worshiping, the three incense sticks that had just been lit went out at the same time again.
An old lady who came to pray nearby glanced at him in surprise and lit incense as well. The old lady's incense was fine. Pilgrims continued to light incense, and except for Ding Sen, no one else had the same problem.
The other pilgrims all moved away from Ding Sen, looking at him with alarm. An old lady even said to her granddaughter, "He must have done something immoral in private, and even the Buddha couldn't stand it."
Ding Sen, who heard everything clearly, almost fainted. He showed an expression that was uglier than crying and asked the monk for help, "Master, what should I do?"
The monk said "Amitabha" and asked, "Why don't you turn yourself in?"
Obviously the monk also thought that he had broken some law.
Ding Sen was on the verge of tears. "I really didn't commit any crime. The most I did was post a few things online—" He lost his temper mid-sentence. Over the years as a troll, he had indeed cyberbullied quite a few people, even causing them depression, but because they were so cautious about this… legally speaking, it wasn't illegal. Honestly, it was just that those people had such a weak mental capacity. Could the Buddha punish him for something so trivial? It wasn't like he'd done this before; this time, the target was Shi Miao.
Shi Miao.
The name jumped into my ears and took root in my mind.
Could it really be because of Shi Miao? Wasn't she said to be so saintly that she didn't even care about Zhou Man?
Ding Sen took out his newly bought mobile phone, logged into QQ, entered a small group which consisted of his colleagues, and started typing.
"Brothers, I've been extremely unlucky these past two days. Has anyone else experienced the same thing?"
He typed quickly on his phone, recounting everything that had happened to him over the past two days. He ended up typing too hard, and in the wrong direction, breaking his little finger. The pain was so intense that he screamed in agony in the temple.
The other pilgrims all gave him a wide berth, leaving Ding Sen's surroundings completely empty. The most embarrassed person was Ding Sen's mother, who was already grumbling inwardly: "Could my son have actually broken the law in secret? Should I sacrifice my own son for the greater good?" But if he were to be imprisoned, her granddaughter wouldn't even be able to take the civil service exam when she grew up.
Ding Sen’s experience immediately aroused strong resonance in the group. The group chat was refreshed very quickly, and all the group members were complaining about their own unfortunate experiences.
Comparing himself with them, Ding Sen found that he was not the most unlucky one. Another colleague went to wash his feet and happened to encounter an anti-pornography campaign, and was arrested for soliciting prostitution. Now there is a world war at home. His wife's family rushed over and beat him up so hard that several of his teeth fell out. Now the two families are about to divorce.
The unfortunate experiences of his colleagues further strengthened Ding Sen's guess.
"You guys say, is it because we used a small account to blackmail Shi Miao?"
The group that was originally discussing very lively suddenly became quiet.
Two minutes later, this message appeared.
"How about we quit after the holidays?"
This resonated with Ding Sen. After Mr. Zhou acquired the company, their salaries and bonuses had indeed increased. But even if they made a lot of money, they still had to live. His bonuses from a few days ago weren't enough to cover his medical expenses, not to mention the sheer terror he'd been living through, even having nightmares.
So he typed out a sentence word by word.
"Add me in."
He will never do this job again. People should have more respect.
Seeing more and more people joining the group, he breathed a sigh of relief. He would apologize publicly to Shi Miao after he resigned.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that the surroundings became quiet.
A steady and powerful voice sounded, "Hello, someone has reported you for possible illegal activities. Come with us to the police station."
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