Chapter 16

Opening his eyes, what he saw was not an unfamiliar ceiling.

But the smiling face of the youngest in the Lu family, dragging snot, grinning, turning back and shouting: "Mom, Second Brother is awake, awake!"

The familiar smell of disinfectant drifted in the air, and the corridor was bustling.

Ji Jue looked around blankly, discovering that this was a hospital ward; right on the bedside table next to him, the third child was still tearfully doing homework, with no time to cry.

Then, he saw Lu Ma’s anxious face, as if she hadn't slept for a whole night, not resting at all.

Ji Jue tried to recall how he was sent in here, only to find his head throbbing, not just from the lack of spiritual quality, but more importantly, from the drinking.

God knows how much he drank last night.

Recalling that chaotic night yesterday, it felt like a lifetime ago; the only thing he remembered was someone on the drinking table, while he was vomiting his guts out, patting his shoulder, laughing until she was bent over:

"This Ji Ji is just weak."

"Come, let’s have another, big sister will teach you how to be a man~"

"Still breathing, it’s fine, if you’re not dead you can still drink, come, show me!"

Coming back to his senses, Ji Jue couldn't help but be stunned.

So the criminals couldn't kill him, but the people from the Security Bureau sent him to the hospital?

Is there any justice left? Is there any law?!

"Ji Jue, tell me the truth."

Lu Ma’s expression was gloomy, pulling his ear, asking coldly: "What did you do last night? I’m telling you, think clearly before you speak; the little dog has already confessed everything."

"Ah?!"

Ji Jue was dumbfounded, looking at Lu Feng behind Lu Ma, covered in bruises and iodine, trying to be stubborn: "Uh, that, what, seems like I drank a bit too much, later I rem... hiss, Lu Ma I was wrong, I was wrong, lighter, lighter!"

"Still daring to lie!!!"

Lu Ma roared like a lion, deafening, directly slapping the back of his head: "Officer Wen told me everything! That bastard little dog, taking you to drink and fight!!

If it weren't for the fact that it could still be considered a righteous act, I would have gone to the police station today to kowtow to people and ask them to write a letter of forgiveness! And you were covering for him!"

"Ah? Oh oh! Seems like that’s the case!"

Ji Jue looked at Lu Feng, who was winking, couldn't help but wipe cold sweat: I thought you knew that Brother Feng killed and slaughtered in the nightclub yesterday and wiped out the criminal organization.

"Right right, it was all Brother Feng’s doing!"

He started crying and snotting, starting to shift the blame: "I’m innocent, Lu Ma, can't blame me!"

Lu Feng killed everyone, and Lu Feng, that dog, collected all the heads; at most, he helped wipe the surveillance records and stepped on the gas pedal of the truck; besides that, the snake that was killed didn't look like a protected animal.

Rounding it off, isn't that none of his business!

Lu Ma was soft-hearted after all, especially toward the "good child" Ji Jue; the rolling pin, mop handle, and broom she usually used to deal with "little dog" couldn't be used. Even the two slaps on the back of the head were mostly on the neck, weak and powerless. You couldn't see the fierce, domineering power of crushing tires with bare hands.

Seeing Ji Jue knew his mistakes and promised never to do it again, her attitude softened a lot; after scolding him fiercely, she slowly said: "The doctor said, in your condition, you need to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days; stay here honestly for these few days, don't go anywhere, you know?"

"Ah?" Ji Jue was dumbfounded: "I’m already fine, look, jumping and bouncing, wait, Lu Ma, wait a moment."

No matter how much he opposed, it was useless; there is a kind of sickness in the world called your mother thinks you are sick; Lu Ma is also a mother, and when she is stubborn, she is even scarier than a mother; she didn't let Ji Jue pay a cent for the hospital fees and examinations; not only that, she had to go home and kill the chicken to cook it for Ji Jue to supplement him. As for the "little dog" drooling beside... the unfilial son only gets chicken bones!

"Quite lively, oh."

A tall figure leaned against the doorway, fingers tapping on the ward door, looking in with a half-smile; seeing that familiar motorcycle jacket and riding gear, it couldn't help but make Ji Jue’s scalp numb again.

Wen Wen!

"Sorry to bother you." She said with a smile: "I’m here to take a statement, it’ll be quick."

Lu Ma held her hand and thanked her profusely, not to mention; after everyone else went out, she slowly dragged a chair over, crossed her legs, and sat down, pulling out a can of beer like magic and handing it over:

"Sober up?"

Seeing Ji Jue’s face turn pale as if he were about to vomit, she shook her head helplessly, unscrewed it herself, finished half the bottle, burped, and sighed: "Student Ji, your drinking capacity is not very good, still need to practice."

That needs practice, otherwise who can compare to you, this wine vat turned spirit!

Ji Jue muttered to himself, observing her expression, tentatively greeting: "Wen... Supervisor?"

"Why be so polite, the Security Bureau’s position is not convenient to be made public outside, just call me Sister Wen, there aren't so many rules."

Wen Wen leaned back in the chair, waving her hand indifferently: "Rest assured, I know what you young people are worried about. The scene report and investigation have already come out, it has nothing to do with you two. The Security Bureau has already handled it; you two brothers just pretend nothing happened and live your lives peacefully."

"Oh my, then thank you!"

Ji Jue was overjoyed upon hearing this, wanting to crawl up and kowtow to the big sister; the sister has a broad bosom and certainly won't care about his little mutterings just now.

It’s just...

After stammering for a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "That, just, those people... what on earth is going on? Could it be vampires or..."

"Blood Thirst Syndrome, in the hospital, um, in the numbering of a certain hospital, a plague virus with a social threat level of 109. Hmm, if I tell you about the Nine Evils of Supreme Good now, your brain will definitely be confused; just treat it as a contagious disease of zombies and vampires."

Wen Wen said indifferently: "Someone is secretly spreading this virus in Yacheng to cause trouble; the people who attacked you are basically its infected.

A large part of them will go to see a doctor after getting sick, some will hide in fear, and others... will think this is a benefit given by heaven, and even want to use it to do something, and you’ve seen the result. Falling into beasts, ugly and unaware, living as someone else’s puppet, and after death, not even having a whole body, becoming a sacrifice."

Ji Jue swallowed his saliva, his whole body bristling.

Not to mention why such a ghostly thing only ranks 109, whether there are 108 scarier ghostly things in front, just the fact that Blood Thirst Syndrome is artificially spread in Yacheng is enough to make his ass burn and want to immediately urge Lu Ma and the others to move and run away.

"Rest assured, you just wait for discharge with peace of mind, go to school when you should, go to work when you should, live your life as you should."

Wen Wen grinned, smiling dashingly: "Although the investigation progress cannot be casually told to outsiders, the lackeys of the Dragon Sacrifice Society won't be able to hide for long. Just these few days, after I smash that dog thing to ashes, it’ll be fine."

Speaking of this, her smile became meaningful: "Of course, if you are worried and want to participate in it yourself, I don't mind."

"Don't, don't, don't, I am, a big piece of trash! Without the strength to truss a chicken, participating will only make the Security Bureau’s rice expensive, so I won't trouble you." Ji Jue shook his head frantically, like a rattle drum.

"Is that so? That’s a pity."

Saying it’s a pity, but in reality, Wen Wen didn't seem to care, and didn't even delve into the abilities and weirdness he showed last night, just patted his shoulder.

"Since you are sick, rest well... By the way, this is for you, just treat it as a souvenir."

Saying this, she took out a sealed bag from her pocket and threw it casually on Ji Jue’s bedside, a crisp sound, making Ji Jue’s eyelids twitch.

He took a look, stunned, rubbed his eyes, took another look, but no matter how he looked, what was in that transparent sealed bag seemed to be a lady’s watch.

And, it seems, perhaps, seems, maybe it is... that "Red Wing" model that Zhu Hong was wearing on her wrist last night?

5.1 million?!

The moment this transaction number appeared in his brain, Ji Jue felt like he had been electrocuted, his ears buzzing: "Is, is, is... this appropriate?"

He looked at Wen Wen in a daze, starting to suspect, this woman wouldn't covet his beauty, right? Or, is his brain broken?

But this is 5.1 million, eh...

So much money!

Enough for a hundred Ji Jues to grow up from orphans, enough for seven Ji Jues to pay off the Tianmen University student loan at once, enough for one Ji Jue to sell it and change to a large flat in the city with a sea view, buy a Universal Mustang he could only wipe before, no, don't buy a car, use this money to buy a storefront to rent out, and he could become a noble upper-class person in the city.

Then... is it too late for him to kowtow now, offer himself, and be a cow or horse?

He was silent, his eyes feeling stuck; for a long time, he just wanted to slap himself twice, looked away, and waved his hand, "I can't take this, really."

Take it away quickly, I really will regret it.

Don't say it.

Wen Wen wasn't surprised by this, nor did she care.

This was what the police station people "offered" as a "custom" after cleaning up the scene; of course, it wasn't just this little bit of stuff, and they even paid extra, hoping she would raise her hand high and not implicate too widely.

She didn't know what kind of killing maniac she had been rumored to be outside, but anyway, she didn't plan to let go of any of the chickens that should be killed; as for the monkeys that didn't get involved in this, if they could learn to be obedient, she naturally wouldn't go and kill other people’s whole families.

Don't touch what shouldn't be touched; if you can learn this principle, it’s best.

"Relax, anyway, if you don't want it, it will be sold for money by that bunch of trash, might as well give it to you.

Just treat it as... compensation for the victim; besides, didn't you fight against evil forces?"

Wen Wen patted his shoulder, her smile strange: "Especially that famous quote, it’s simply deafening; my colleagues heard it and expressed their admiration."

"Don't say it, I beg you, don't say it."

Ji Jue just wanted to hold his head with both hands, dig a hole in the bed and crawl down, preferably to the center of the earth, shouting in despair: "I was possessed, that wasn't me, really! I’m not usually that chuunibyou!"

"Whether you are chuunibyou or not doesn't matter, but I really like that sentence of yours."

Wen Wen’s expression gradually became serious, "Ji Jue—in this day and age, it’s too rare to find someone who can autonomously awaken and receive Heaven’s Choice without relying on secret rituals; there are even fewer like you.

But besides you, I’ve seen too many Heaven’s Chosen who think they are above everything."

"Some people are high-spirited at first, thinking they have power, omnipotent, and after suffering setbacks, they gradually become extreme, finally saying things like they had no choice, for the sake of others, everyone, and the future, and then walk onto a dark and dead road.

Others, from the beginning, run toward a dead end, living well themselves, but not letting others live.

In the end, they all harm others and themselves, causing endless trouble..."

Wen Wen told him word by word: "So, they all died."

"..."

Ji Jue wanted to say something but stopped, wanting to ask some detailed questions, but looking at her calm, almost indifferent expression, it seemed many questions already had answers.

No need to ask again.

"Don't forget what you said, Ji Jue, and don't use your abilities to do bad things."

Wen Wen raised her hand, shook that exquisite fist at him, and told him: "Don't be like them."

In the silence, Ji Jue looked at her fair palm, slender fingers, and that "little fist" that seemed to have no lethality at all, swallowing his saliva dryly.

Nodding frantically, obedient as a chicken.

"Very good, then I didn't make a wasted trip."

Wen Wen pushed the chair away, waving goodbye to him: "Goodbye, Student Ji, I wish you to become someone who can achieve something."

Ji Jue subconsciously wanted to get up to see her off, but hearing her final words, he froze in place, nodding earnestly, telling her: "I will."

And so, Wen Wen laughed.

Turning and leaving.

For a time, in the empty ward, only Ji Jue was left, along with the ticking sound from the table.

Right in the sealed bag, the gift that had already been cleaned and packed by someone was still running unhurriedly, the time moving as usual.

Waiting for the pity and care of its new owner.

But Ji Jue held it in his hand, and besides joy, he couldn't help but start to have a headache.

Over 5 million, eh! Over 5 million!

He had never seen so much money in his life; now, as long as he stuffed it in his pocket and walked through the black market, he would have everything... well, certainly impossible, without purchase records and matching packaging, he would certainly be slaughtered by middlemen for the price difference, and selling it for a third would be burning high incense.

Who knows, he might not even get to eat the meat and be targeted by thieves, causing endless trouble.

He wouldn't keep it and wear it himself, right?

Wait, he already had one; if he wore another one, wouldn't Brother Watch be jealous? Besides, a poor wretch like him, even if he wore it, people would think it was a replica; no one would take it seriously.

Wait... maybe this is not bad?

He subconsciously raised his head, looking outside the door, in the direction from which the heavy footsteps came.

A burly, sturdy woman was carrying a full thermos in one hand and a large bag of snacks and supplements in the other, walking toward the ward.

Even though she still had bandages on her head, she always had a smile on her face, as if no suffering could defeat her.

"Lu Ma?"

Ji Jue also laughed, raising his hand: "Brother Feng and I saved money to buy a little gift for you... Oh, it’s not worth much, look, it looks flashy, very cheap, you just wear it, try it on quickly."

"Good, finally know how to please me?"

Lu Ma put down the things, pinched Ji Jue’s face unhappily, and took it casually, "Don't think that selling yourself out means nothing happened, you still have to stay in the hospital... don't always get these things, wasting money."

She was still muttering in her mouth, but when she put it on her wrist to compare, she couldn't help but beam with joy.

Wearing it on the thinnest part of her sturdy wrist, after moving it twice, she felt that such an exquisite thing didn't match her: "Do you think it’s appropriate?"

"Of course it’s appropriate."

Ji Jue leaned on the bed, looking at her smiling face and happy appearance.

"More appropriate than anyone else."

Ah ah ah ah, stuck in writing, seeing the few drafts decreasing rapidly, and he couldn't write a single word, he had a urge to grab Duoduo’s dog food; updating is so scary, woo woo woo woo woo woo...