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Death Pact
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Four strangers finally gathered together.
Yuan Yixun stood in the chilly autumn wind, her black trench coat fluttering slightly around her slender frame. Despite her somewhat fragile appearance, her gaze was steady and calm as she looked at the three people before her.
One was a middle-aged woman, dressed quite fashionably and wearing sunglasses. She stood there silently, her expression indifferent, as if everything around her was of no concern.
Next to her was a man in his fifties, his balding head gleaming under the light. His face was etched with worry, brows furrowed, and his eyes cast downward as he stood quietly to the side, occasionally letting out a heavy sigh.
The last was a handsome young man in a sharp suit, a smirk playing on his lips. With his hands casually tucked into his pockets, he surveyed the surroundings with keen interest.
These three individuals had met on an online city forum.
The catalyst for their meeting was a post by Yuan Yixun that most people would likely dismiss as a joke. It contained just one simple line:
"I want to commit suicide. Would anyone like to accompany me? Please leave your contact information."
Yuan Yixun patiently waited for a week. Aside from some teasing comments and malicious attacks, she unexpectedly received three genuine contact details.
Thus, she sought each of them out one by one, carefully arranging the time, place, and code word for their meeting.
Now, on this day, the four of them finally met.
"How about we find a place to grab a drink and talk about why we want to commit suicide? Consider it our last gathering," the young man said with his signature irreverent smile. "I’m Lin Jian." He tilted his chin slightly, a hint of defiance glimmering in his eyes.
The other three nodded slightly in agreement, each thinking that since they were prepared to face death, having a drink to bolster their courage wouldn't hurt.
Yuan Yixun quietly followed behind them, stepping into a bar she would never normally enter.
As soon as the woman in sunglasses took her seat, she confidently raised her hand to signal the bartender and boldly declared, "Bring me a few bottles of your limited edition red wine, and open them all!" Her voice carried an undeniable decisiveness. "I’m An Sifei, and today the drinks are on me. Feel free to order whatever you want."
"Wow! A wealthy person! Then I won’t hold back. I never expected to enjoy such fine wine before facing death," Lin Jian laughed heartily, his eyes narrowing into slits as he flirtatiously shot glances at Yuan Yixun and An Sifei. He looked nothing like someone who was in such despair that he wanted to commit suicide.
Yuan Yixun cast him a faintly annoyed glance before turning her attention to the Bald Uncle.
Among those present, he was the only one who didn’t hide his inner turmoil. He remained silent, sitting quietly with his hands folded in front of him, staring blankly at the table as if lost in deep thought.
"Uncle, why do you want to commit suicide?" Yuan Yixun asked softly, her tone laced with concern and gentleness.
An Sifei let out a disdainful snort and coldly interjected before the Bald Uncle could respond, "What else could it be for a man of his age? It’s just that he’s lost his job, his stocks have plummeted, and his wife has run off with someone else. What other reasons could there be?"
Upon hearing this, the Bald Uncle furrowed his brow even tighter, the corners of his mouth turning down slightly. He didn’t argue but simply sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as if that sigh carried all his helplessness and exhaustion.
"Just call me Lao Wu. I've been unemployed for three months now. Every morning I have to pretend to go to work and then sit in the park for eight or nine hours. I'm fifty years old; finding another job is no easy task. My family is struggling financially, and I can't bear to tell my wife about it. But month after month goes by without any salary; it’s something I can’t hide anymore..."
"How pitiful! How pitiful! Who could be worse off than you? Hahaha..." Lin Jian suddenly burst into laughter, doubling over with glee as a smug expression spread across his face, which only served to provoke disgust in others.
Yuan Yixun shot Lin Jian a fierce glare filled with anger and discontent and coldly asked, "And what about you? Why do you want to die? Do you really want to die? You don’t seem like it at all."
"I just find living boring." Lin Jian leaned lazily against the back of his chair, his hands casually resting on the armrests. "I'm tired of living, so I want to die. Isn't that reason enough?"
Yuan Yixun found his words utterly tedious and chose to ignore him, shifting her gaze to An Sifei.
An Sifei elegantly lifted his wine glass, gently swirling the red liquid inside. He watched as the deep crimson fluid swirled in the glass before slowly taking a sip. With a wry smile, he said, "I no longer have any meaning in living. I'm an artist; when I was younger, I created some decent works. But now... I'm old, and I've lost all my talent and inspiration. For an artist, not being able to produce good work is equivalent to losing the value of life."
Lao Wu silently observed Lin Jian and then An Sifei, a hint of confusion and incomprehension flickering in his eyes. For someone who was driven by the harsh realities of life to the point of considering suicide as an end, he simply could not understand why these two individuals—one with a vibrant youth and the other without financial worries—would choose to pursue such seemingly inexplicable reasons for wanting to end their lives.
"Child, why do you want to die?" Lao Wu cautiously asked Yuan Yixun, his eyes filled with pity and reluctance. He felt an inexplicable fondness for this warm-smiling girl with her delicate features. To be honest, he did not wish for someone like her to walk down such a dark path.
Yuan Yixun's gaze instantly dimmed, as if a dark cloud had suddenly overshadowed her eyes. A profound sadness slowly began to erode her heart.
"My sister committed suicide six months ago; it was my fault that she died. I must pay with my life..."
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