"Name."
"Huai Shi."
"Age?"
"Seventeen …"
In the police station, Huai Shi, who was taking down his statement, felt that the conversation was too familiar. Had it been repeated several times somewhere?
Fearing that there would be an accident, after taking down the statement, he held the policeman's hand and asked repeatedly, "You don't hire prostitutes here, do you?"
"…"
The policeman's face twitched, but he didn't want to pay attention to him. He poured him a cup of tea and said that he could leave after the inspection.
Huai Shi sat on the chair and sighed with lingering fear.
Alley, dead person, little goldfish, iron box.
With so many strange elements piled up together, even Huai Shi, who had experienced ups and downs in his life, couldn't wrap his head around it.
But the only thing he was sure of was that this was definitely not normal!
Thinking about the explosion at the port just now, he was afraid that it was an internal fight among drug dealers!
What if there were two ounces of pure white flour in the box? It would be fun if he was caught by the police.
Although he was so poor that he couldn't afford to eat, there was no need for him to go to the prison to find a buffet, right?
In this case, as a citizen of the Republic of Dongxia, no, as a person with a little bit of common sense, he should have called the police, right?
"Yes, you did a good job. In this kind of situation, the most rational thing to do is to ask the police for help."
In the evidence room, the policeman who returned his things nodded in agreement. "If it wasn't powder but a bomb, the situation would be even worse …"
"But what was in the box?"
Huai Shi asked curiously.
"I don't know. I've looked for an X-ray and did an explosive detection. There shouldn't be anything dangerous inside, but it looks like an antique. As for what it is, we'll wait for the experts to come tomorrow to open it. But there's nothing for you to do here. Go home first. "
As he spoke, he put the basket in front of Huai Shi.
Because it was a death case, all of Huai Shi's belongings were taken apart and checked. After getting it, Huai Shi immediately took out the thick notebook that he had carried with him for several years and checked it.
It hadn't been touched by anyone.
The police officer in the evidence room couldn't help but laugh. "What's wrong? Are you afraid that we will read your diary? Young people still keep diaries nowadays. Haha, don't worry, I didn't read it, I didn't read it … "
Huai Shi smiled awkwardly and stuffed the notes into his pocket. When he picked up his phone, he accidentally saw the bank balance message. His heart ached again.
After repeatedly confirming with the police that there was no reward for such a report, he walked out of the door in pain, feeling the world was bleak.
As he walked on the road with his head drooped, the streetlights cast a long shadow behind him.
A Crow flapped its wings and rose from the swaying shadows.
Boom!
Thunder flashed in the night sky.
It was as if they were waiting for Huai Shi to go out. After a short pause in the evening, the heavy rain came roaring with lightning and thunder.
By the time Huai Shi returned home, he was already drenched.
Standing in front of the big iron door, he sighed, took out the key, unlocked the iron chain on the door, and pushed the door open in the sharp sound that even the pouring rain could not suppress.
"I'm back …"
In the darkness, there was no response.
Under the flashlight of the phone, the old house that was covered in dried leaves revealed its dilapidated appearance.
Under the layers of ivy and vines was the peeling paint of the wall. Behind the iron door, the courtyard that was covered in dried leaves was a mess. The well-maintained fountain had already dried up. The stone carvings on both sides were incomplete. It looked strange and eerie.
In the cloudy sky, a sharp flash of lightning suddenly lit up, and it lit up the sinister silhouette of the old house that extended out from the courtyard.
.
At the foot of Qing Xiu Mountain near Xin Hai City was Huai Shi's home.
A long time ago, it was known as' Yu Garden Chalcedony Hall '. At the time, this garden that took five years and cost a fortune to build could be said to be extremely luxurious. The garden was filled with flowers all year round, and the front door was filled with evergreen pines and cypresses. Naturally, the interior of the building was luxurious. The owner was one of the richest businessmen in Hua Dong.
But that was something that happened ninety years ago.
The world was always changing too fast. In just ninety years, the old steam era had entered the electronic era, and from the electronic era to the new electronic era. The world had gone from peace to chaos, and from chaos to peace again … Too many things had happened, and too many things needed to be remembered. Therefore, there were many things that needed to be remembered, and many things that needed to be remembered were relatively less important.
The Yu Garden of today, after experiencing a short period of glory, had gone through a long period of silence and decay. It had been forgotten by most people.
In the midst of the wild grass, the past luxuries were no longer there. The creeping ivy covered the cracks on the mottled walls. Most of the sculptures in the courtyard were broken, and they were beyond recognition. After being squandered and ravaged by the prodigal children, the once luxurious mansion was now empty. It was about to become … no, it had already become a haunted house that was not even famous.
For Huai Shi, this old house, a cello that was about to collapse, and his own bleak life were all that he had left.
But as the old house became more and more dilapidated, Huai Shi felt that even his own life was about to say goodbye to himself.
"The current balance of the savings account ending with 8193 is 144.444 yuan …"
In the howling storm outside the window, Huai Shi finally found the balance of his bank account.
"Oh my god … How am I going to live like this?!"
Even if he ignored the symbolic string of zeros, he still had a strong urge to die.
What could he do?
This was the good fortune left behind by his parents.
Originally, when Huai Shi was born, his family at least had some foundation. If they pulled themselves together, it was not impossible to rebuild the family business. However, with the death of his grandfather when he was three years old, Huai Shi's parents began to degenerate at a speed faster than light. In just a few years, they squandered the family property at a jaw-dropping speed.
The pair of poisonous insects ate, drank, gambled, and smoked. Finally, before the company went bankrupt, they absconded with the money, leaving Huai Shi alone to deal with the crazy shareholders who came to force him to pay his debts …
Almost all of the valuable things in the house were taken away.
Before Huai Shi's grandfather died, he specially made a will and entrusted the lawyer to leave the old house to Huai Shi. As long as he could officially inherit it when he came of age, Huai Shi would probably be wandering the streets like a wild dog.
Sometimes, people's endurance was really infinite. Take Huai Shi for example. Since he was ten years old, he felt that he was going crazy. However, he did not expect that his nerves were a little too strong. Until now, there were no signs of schizophrenia.
At most, he occasionally heard the sound of footsteps in the old house, heard water dripping from upstairs in the middle of the night, heard someone sighing when he was sleeping, and so on …
Life had to go on.
Even if it could not go on, he had to go on.
Thinking about it carefully, it was really a miracle that he could live until now.
Originally, everything would slowly get better. He would grow up, use his grades to get a scholarship to a university, and be able to find a job that could make more money. Finally, life seemed to be working hard to get closer to the right track.
It was just that he was so poor that he was about to starve to death.
"Is life always so painful, or is it only childhood like this?"
Unfortunately, there was no middle-aged uncle who liked to raise flowers to answer him.
He was neither childhood nor Matilda.
Therefore, in the long night of sorrow, Huai Shi squatted on the balcony smoking a cigarette, staring at the rainstorm in the distance and sighing helplessly.
Thunder roared.
The cold rain fell from the sky, as if it was going to swallow the whole world.
The anger that Huai Shi had been accumulating over the past few days finally erupted. It rose from the bottom of his heart, causing him to roar at the sky, "Damned heavens, what's the use of doing so much? If you have the ability, just come and kill me directly!"
"— — I want to defy the heavens!!!"
As he roared, the depression in his heart was vented, and Huai Shi finally felt a little better.
But then, he heard a roar, and the dark clouds that were sprinkling endless rain and lightning suddenly shook, bursting with the sharp sound of tearing steel.
Just above the stone marrow museum, a huge hole was suddenly torn in the clouds. Then, a blazing electric whip came down, like a descending divine punishment, and blasted the railing in front of Huai Shi, completely smashing the old railing into pieces.
In the pungent smell of electrolysis in the air, debris flew everywhere, and Huai Shi collapsed to the ground.
"Oh my god … is it that effective?"
He rolled and crawled back into the house, mustering the courage to poke his head out before closing the window and shouting, "I won't defy the heavens, I won't defy the heavens, brother, I was just joking!"
Smack!
The window closed.
Huai Shi sat on the chair on the verge of tears, and he couldn't help but want to howl at the sky again.
There was no way to continue living like this!
His bank account had fallen to three digits, and he had almost accidentally applied for a job at a brothel when he wanted to find a job. He had encountered a bizarre death when he wanted to go home, and he had been warned by lightning when he came back to defy the heavens …
The only thing he could do now was to count on his stupid netizens to bring some joy to his painful life.
Huai Shi turned on his phone with a glimmer of hope, and then saw that someone in the class's WeChat group had posted a photo of him standing at a brothel. A group of people were vigorously ADing him, and there were even people named Beast and Slave shouting, "Congratulations to President Huai for making your debut as the center of the world of brothel. Do you want the girls in class to jointly send you a wreath?"
"Get lost, I don't like girls. I like baldies with soft skin like you two!"
After Huai Shi finished replying, he turned off his phone and couldn't help but cover his face.
Alright, now the news that he had almost become a brothel had spread all over the world …
What was the most depressing thing in the world? It wasn't the loss of a good reputation after ten years, but the loss of a good reputation before you had even done anything beastly.
What a loss!
Why was it like this?
With such a big house and a Golden Finger, there should have been two types of joy overlapping with each other. These two types of joy should have brought more and more joy. He should have been able to enjoy the blissful time of his life, but why …?
Boom!
Before Huai Shi could finish speaking, another thunderclap came from outside the window. Even through the window, it gave him a fright. He didn't dare to let his imagination run wild anymore, and could only take out the thick notebook from his bag with tears in his eyes.
"Can't you work harder? Look at other people's Goldfingers. They can add points, give missions, and even turn into girls. Why do you only know how to write a diary? "
That's right, this thing was his Goldfinger.
Ever since he picked up this thing when he was nine years old and had a high fever, he knew that this thing was no ordinary thing. He kept it safe, and when he grew a little older, he dreamed every day that he would hear a mysterious voice in his ear saying 'Super XX System has been loaded'. Then he would be able to make a name for himself, become a Buddha, and turn his life into a novel. He would be able to count money until he burned hundreds of money counters. He would be famous until he died, and then he would be able to turn into a girl and enter the card pool …
In the end, he still hadn't found out what this lousy thing was for.
It looked like a lousy notebook. It couldn't be torn, torn, burned, or soaked. The only thing that seemed impressive was that it would automatically write a diary every day, updating in real-time what he was doing at every moment … It was as if it was saying, 'I'll write down all the silly things you did when you were in your second year of middle school and show you in the future.'
He lifted the thick cover, and the silhouette of the Crow on the title page was still striking.
Huai Shi directly flipped to the end and reviewed his fantasy life today. When he saw the description of himself coming out of the police station, he was stunned.
"Among the swaying shadows, it seemed like a Crow flapped its wings and rose?"
After Huai Shi finished reading, he couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect this lousy thing to be able to describe the atmosphere … In the future, let me copy a few paragraphs to write some fantasy novel, I can cheat some money."
Of course, this embarrassing sentence was also recorded mercilessly.
"…"
Huai Shi sighed and continued to flip to the back. However, he didn't expect that the back of the notebook, which was supposed to be blank paper, had an extra thick page at the back. Then, behind the page, there were a few strange files …
It looked like a resume from somewhere, and there was even a two-inch bareheaded photo attached.
Most of them had big heads and thick arms. There was a burly man who could beat up several of Huai Shi's men. Among them, there were a few young ladies with snake-like faces that he had never seen before. There was also a bald, prematurely aged middle-aged face that he seemed to have seen in the local news …
Chen Bo, Wang Quan, Mu Jing, Lu Bai …
Those strange files were increasing rapidly, and when it finally stopped, there were more than seventy of them.
"What the hell …"
Huai Shi looked at the notebook in his hand in astonishment. He pinched his chin and muttered, "Could it be that it was activated by a lightning strike?"
He pushed open the window, put the notebook on the balcony, and shouted to the sky, "How many more times do you want to try?"
God ignored him, and didn't even bother to throw another dog at him.
In the awkward silence, only the updated record on the page recorded the stupid thing he had just done …
"Ahem, let's pretend that nothing happened."
Huai Shi sighed, took the notebook back, and threw it on the table.
Forget about it if he couldn't figure out what was going on. He still had to continue looking for a job tomorrow. Let's go to sleep first. Everything can happen in dreams …
He threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a hunched figure standing under the dim light of the street lamp. It was half-squatting like an ape. When it raised its head to look at him, it revealed a ferocious mask.
The next moment, he was dead.
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