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Chapter 119: Dead Loop (27)
"You dare!" I, Maregebi, could no longer hold back. Clenching my fists, I glared at them, forcing them to take a step back. Under the instigation of the tall guy, they advanced again, and some even rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight. The situation was dire, with tension thick in the air as the odds were stacked against me.
No one noticed the sudden appearance of several dark-feathered birds overhead—crows that didn’t quite look like crows, and thrushes that didn’t resemble thrushes either. They circled above us, cawing incessantly. The construction workers surrounding me looked up, one of them muttering, "Damn it, is that a crow?"
The way he dragged out the word "crow" was long and incomplete when one of the birds suddenly dove toward the Commander’s tall guy.
This was strange.
The tall guy was caught off guard by the bird's sudden attack and covered his face with his hands. The bird swooped down again with its companions, pecking at his arms with wings and beaks. Confused by this bizarre and unexpected assault, he stumbled backward and accidentally stepped on the foot of one of his companions.
In an instant, chaos erupted among them; they shoved each other, some fell while others shouted curses, creating a complete mess.
I felt like an unnecessary bystander, unsure of what was happening. It seemed odd that the birds targeted only the tall guy and his companions rather than me. Among them, someone was injured—either a pecked nose or a bleeding arm.
Watching their disarray didn’t amuse me; instead, I had a bad feeling that something worse was about to happen. Just as that thought crossed my mind, something large—a piece about a foot wide and half a meter long—fell from the construction site above.
From a distance, I couldn’t see it clearly; it only reflected sunlight in a dazzling way, resembling an Aluminum Composite Panel.
The sound of the Aluminum Composite Panel slicing through the air was distinctly audible.
“Scatter… get out of the way!” I shouted at them as I ran into the crowd of pushing and shoving people. I yelled about the danger while pointing above. They noticed too; instinctively, they dispersed and ran to what they believed were safe spots.
The Aluminum Composite Panel descended closer and closer. According to my calculations, it would land in an area now devoid of people—no more injuries should occur. But just at that critical moment, the tall guy leading the attack against me suddenly remembered something. He looked around frantically and shouted, “Who’s seen my phone?”
His companions hadn’t seen it either. Then came a dramatic turn of events: his eyes lit up as he spotted his phone right where he had been attacked by the birds. Without hesitation, he dashed toward it. I widened my eyes in alarm but couldn’t reach him in time.
Almost simultaneously, the foot-wide Aluminum Composite Panel reached the same point as the tall guy. It seemed to aim directly for his head as it plunged down with precision. A stream of blood flowed from his forehead down his face, staining it red and blurring his vision—he became a figure drenched in blood in an instant.
He swayed slightly, with the Aluminum Composite Panel still attached to him, or perhaps it was he who was being carried by the Aluminum Composite Panel. In any case, he fell to the ground in that rigid state and never got back up.
This scene unfolded in less than five minutes. Everyone was stunned, and after a few seconds, I snapped back to reality and shouted, "Call 10."
The paramedics arrived, and the injured man was placed on a stretcher. It was then that I learned from these debt collectors that they were posing as Construction Workers; their actual profession was selling fish—they were fishmongers.
The tall one was called Monkey Spirit. That was his nickname; his real name was Hou Dewen.
Monkey Spirit had no morals. He incited people to bully Fatty, splitting the money they won from him three to seven. One of them quietly expressed his doubts on the side; he said that not only did Monkey Spirit cheat at cards, but he also cheated in the fish business.
Perhaps this was karma.
If it were just that, I wouldn't have needed to get involved, especially since I was a Mortician. Even if I wanted to help, it would be futile, just like Chi Ruiqiang repeatedly asking me to assist Chiang—I still refused.
You see, those who sought me out had only one purpose: either someone had died at home or they were asking me for Gambling Debt like just now. Because I had helped them earlier, they felt indebted and told me the truth—they were Fatty's informants who had told Monkey Spirit that I recently had a decent income and specified the route I would take; that's why they ambushed me here.
Fatty—betraying his own kind.
"I'll find a way to pay you back, but promise me you won't gamble with Fatty anymore. He's in no position to pay you," I said. After finishing my words, I left the scene without looking back, secretly thinking that Monkey Spirit probably wouldn't face any serious consequences this time.
An Aluminum Composite Panel embedded in his head—such odds were one in a million. Moreover, it was such an outrageous chance that it could hit him. How bizarre! I took the bus and soon arrived at the Funeral Home. According to Fatty's usual habits, he should be quite busy right now.
Fearing my scolding, he always searched for flattering words and then took out the dirty socks and clothes he had thrown into the corner to wash them clean. Afterward, he would tidy up the bathroom and kitchen thoroughly.
In short, as I stepped into the shop and entered the inner room, my eyes lit up—it looked pleasing no matter how I viewed it.
I pretended nothing was wrong and sat down on the sofa.
Fat Duan brought a cup of hot tea and smiled, "Brother Qi, you've worked hard." I didn't drink the tea but pointed to my shoulder. He nodded and immediately began to knead my shoulders.
I closed my eyes slightly, enjoying the moment. Just then, my phone rang with my quirky custom ringtone.
Seeing me answer the call, Fat Duan quickly stepped aside.
It was Chi Xinrong calling. She sounded very excited, "Ma Qi, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?"
After a moment of thought, I decisively replied, "Let's go with the bad news first; I prefer to hear the bitter before the sweet!"
"The bad news is that Lin Tai is in trouble. Not only is he having nightmares every night, but the bruise on his leg has become severely infected. His father has tried everything but can't stop the infection from spreading."
Chi Xinrong's words came out rapidly, like a machine gun—quick and to the point.
I had anticipated this already. It didn't seem to concern me much; why should it be considered bad news? I'm not a priest or a high monk who specializes in helping people escape disasters. Her words made it sound like I had some responsibility to bear.
"Now for the good news." I didn't dwell too much on who was right or wrong regarding Lin Tai; I just wanted to know if her good news would be worse than the bad news.
Chi Xinrong chuckled, "The good news is that I've got the surveillance footage from the Hongqiao Supermarket entrance."
"Really?" This was indeed good news. I stood up in shock, startling Fat Duan, who took a step back. "That's great! Can I see it?"
"Sure, but how are you going to repay me?"
I laughed, "Alright then, when you turn into a fox spirit one day, I'll take you out."
"Cut it out! Okay, enough joking around. Hurry up and come!"
"Great-aunt, the exact address."
"Hongqiao Supermarket, Market Management Department office."
I memorized the name and glanced at Fatty with a faint expression. "I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?"
"To find out if they still want to sell me out."
I thought my grim face was intimidating enough; Fatty looked uneasy and tried to feign calmness, curling his lips into a smile. "Brother Qi, what are you talking about!"
"Take care, I'll be right back."
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