A person like Roast Meat Hu, who lives in depression and pain every day, really doesn't need to force himself to live … Aibi sighed sympathetically as she thought to herself. She really didn't expect that she would be able to get another person out of her predicament by coming up with this plan.
… Things in this world often don't always go the way they should.
For his own good, Roast Meat Hu didn't need to live, but he still lived. For example, a person like her, who was smart, beautiful, and charming; she might get into trouble in a love triangle, she might be framed by jealousy, but … How could she owe money?
How could she hide in a cheap apartment because she couldn't pay off her huge debt, cut off all ties with her past, and rely on a man who worked part-time around her to make a living? In the end, her creditors still came knocking on her door? Shouldn't money come along with beauty?
From the introduction in the character manual, it seemed that this was exactly what happened. Aibi's life was simply too unreasonable.
When she was in her early twenties, everyone said, "This girl will have a bright future and will definitely marry a rich man." Even she herself was looking forward to it. Now that she was in her early thirties, she still had her beauty, but her dream had changed from owning a large fortune to not owing money. People who had never been chased by debt collectors wouldn't understand the feeling of being fried in oil. Especially as a beautiful woman, she had been harassed, maliciously, and threatened far more than others.
In order to get rid of her debt, she had done everything she should have done, but she had also done a lot of things that she shouldn't have done. Her debt was still a figure that she would never be able to pay off even if she worked normally for the rest of her life. Damn it, Aibi quickly made up her mind. She wouldn't be able to pay it off in this lifetime, right? Then she wouldn't be able to pay it off in this lifetime. Let's see who would come after me after I die.
Of course, she would never commit suicide. It would be a crime to take the initiative to erase this face from the world. Just as Aibi was lost in thought, her phone buzzed and immediately drew her attention back.
It was a message from Roasted Meat Hu. Her heart suddenly trembled, and the cold adrenaline rushed into her body, causing her hands to tremble slightly.
During this period of time, although she refused to answer the phone and replied only a few times, Roasted Meat Hu thought that he was still communicating with "A-Ting". He would send her a lot of messages almost every day or two. They were nothing more than some pestering, complaining, and sometimes even cursing voice messages. No woman would be able to rekindle their old feelings for him after reading and listening to them. After observing for a period of time, Aibi was very sure that every time she received such news, it was the time when Barbecue Hu Zui died in his own home.
Halfway through the game, she had to hurry up. Last weekend, Aibi sneaked into BBQ Hu's house while he was away and left a bottle of vodka mixed with sleeping pills. It was the brand BBQ Hu often drank. Alcohol and sleeping pills sounded dangerous, but … a grown man shouldn't be that weak, right? As long as they could survive her plan, it would be fine.
Ever since she put down the bottle of alcohol, she had been waiting expectantly for BBQ Hu's message. The weekend was when his barbecue restaurant's business was slightly better, and the chances of him getting drunk were low. It would be better on Monday. As expected, only half a day had passed on Monday, and she received the signal that BBQ Hu Zui was about to get drunk at noon.
Aibi opened the message and read it back and forth a few times.
There was nothing unusual about the content of the message. What was unusual was that it didn't even finish the last sentence. After a few wrong words that she couldn't figure out, the message stopped abruptly. It was a miracle that BBQ Hu Zui could still remember to send a message when he was about to lose consciousness.
To be on the safe side, Aibi waited for another half an hour after receiving the message. She stared at Apartment No.1 from the window. After making sure that there was no sign of activity from the outside, she picked a time when no one was looking and quickly approached Apartment No.1. She grabbed the key from Mao Kui, opened the door, and went in.
Soon, she followed the smell of alcohol and found BBQ Hu Zui on the bed. She realized that the half-empty bottle of vodka that she had taken from him was also empty. If she thought about it carefully, the person who got this character was the easiest. All she had to do was drink and sleep. What was her goal in the game?
Aibi took out earplugs from her bag and stuffed them into BBQ Hu Zui's ears. She even closed the bedroom door. After all, she didn't want BBQ Hu Zui to be woken up by his quarrel with Aibi.
She took out a music player from her bag and connected it to her phone. She had already sorted out all the voice messages that Roasted Meat Hu had sent her. She had even written down the lines for today's quarrel. After she was done, Ai Bi took a look and grabbed a porcelain bowl. She raised her hand and threw it at the wall. With a loud clang, the bowl shattered into countless pieces.
"What are you doing?!" She moved closer to the living room and screamed at the top of her lungs. For the first ten minutes of their quarrel, they had to quarrel with Apartment No.2. For the next ten minutes, they had to quarrel with Apartment No.4. It was more believable that more than one person had heard their quarrel.
After she pressed play, BBQ Hu Zui's voice message came out of the music player. His voice wasn't loud. She had tested it herself. If she listened to it through a wall, his voice would be muffled. However, the strong sense of intoxication and the stiff tongue could still be heard by the human ear.
"I didn't. I really didn't talk to that man!" She screamed, "Please, don't drink anymore. I — Ah!"
When she screamed, her eyes were searching around the kitchen. She wondered if BBQ Hu Zui had anything to eat. She was hungry.
After the scream, the house returned to silence. Aibi leaned against the wall and listened carefully to the voices in Apartment No.2. The two female university students whispered, "Did you hear that?" and "What's going on?" She couldn't help but smile.
Aibi started to cry. Or rather, she started to cry without crying at all. "Don't kick my stomach, please …" She leaned against the wall and screamed.
"I really want to kill you. Then, I'll kill myself and die with you!" BBQ Hu Zui's voice message suddenly jumped out of the music player. Not to mention the female university students in Apartment No.2, the whole building would have heard it clearly.
The quarrel had gone very smoothly. Everything had gone according to Aibi's plan. She even went to check on BBQ Hu. When she found that he was still unconscious, she heaved a sigh of relief. Her plan was very meticulous. After all, it had been tempered by her repeated deliberations. It was like a spider web that had been woven. BBQ Hu Zui had no way out.
A society that mistreated people like her was definitely not a reasonable society. She had no choice. She had to correct the mistake.
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