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In a flurry of panic, Li Mao hurriedly clutched the package as a car came into view, seemingly reversing towards him. He was too preoccupied to pay attention to the other party.
"What are you doing? Do you need help?" Liu Yi, known for his helpful nature and regarded as a good person by everyone, called out.
In the quiet atmosphere, a man's voice suddenly broke through, startling Li Mao, who was holding the package. He looked up at Liu Yi and relaxed his tense demeanor upon realizing it was just one person.
"Buddy, you can go," Li Mao said nonchalantly, tossing the package onto his shoulder. Ignoring Liu Yi's questioning gaze, he continued toward the van.
"Are you a thief?" Seeing Li Mao's carefree attitude ignited Liu Yi's anger, prompting him to pursue with another question.
Li Mao shoved the package into the van and attempted to close the rear door when Liu Yi reached out to block him. At that moment, Li Mao smirked and decided to flirt with Liu Yi.
"I'm just delivering goods; this is fabric that needs to go to the market."
"Oh, is that so? I just got off work myself." Liu Yi accepted the cigarette offered by Li Mao but hadn't even lit it when a hand reached from behind him, holding a white cloth soaked with anesthetic.
"Damn it!" Li Mao spat angrily at Liu Yi, and together they hoisted him into the van. Liu Yi's vehicle was driven that night to a nearby reservoir and never seen again.
After helping Mao Deming carry out these nefarious deeds, Li Mao felt a twinge of unease in his heart. Yet, as his drug addiction gnawed at him relentlessly, he shook his head as if trying to cast everything away.
When Li Mao proudly approached Mao Deming to take credit for their actions, he was met with an unusually friendly expression from Mao Deming. The latter handed him a glass of red wine while Liang Bo stood nearby, revealing a barely perceptible coldness in his eyes.
"Cheers! We will continue our cooperation in the future," Mao Deming rasped as he raised his glass.
"Still going on? Mao, let's wrap this up. It's better not to continue; this is a bad deed that harms one's moral standing. Be careful, or your future children might..." Li Mao, accustomed to a carefree attitude, joked as he tilted his head back to finish his drink. He didn't notice the piercing green light that erupted from the depths of the other person's eyes upon hearing those words, a look that truly seemed to want to swallow Li Mao whole.
But the cunning Mao Deming would never reveal his hand at the last moment. He chuckled twice, signaling Liang Bo to pour another drink for Li Mao. He continued, "You're right, kid. My life is as good as over. I despise all the beautiful things in this world. If I can't have them, then neither should anyone else; let them weep and wail! Let them struggle on the brink of life and death; they are my feast. The best part is yet to come; savoring these delicacies is the ultimate thrill I seek."
"You... you put something in the wine?" Li Mao downed three cups of wine poured by Liang Bo and suddenly felt the world spinning around him. As his consciousness began to fade, he sensed the threat of death looming over him. His vision blurred, filled with the demonic face of his companion, while his ears rang with that person's unrestrained laughter.
The room was filled with people listening to this chilling tale, each with complex expressions, their gazes fixed on the floor. It was said that ghosts were terrifying, but none could compare to Mao Deming, who wore a human guise yet was anything but.
Once the Investigator left, Ziya poured a glass of water for Zhiqing and began sending off the guests who had come to visit. The two remained in the hospital room, silent for a long time. The nightmarish scene lingered in their minds like a brand burned into their memories.
Zhiqing found it strange regarding the illness plaguing Mao Deming's family. "Why does their family suffer like this?" He looked at Ziya, seemingly talking to himself but also addressing her.
"Perhaps their family has never been good people; otherwise, how could they suffer such a fate of extinction?" Ziya replied coolly as she adjusted the blanket.
"Heh heh, look at you! I'm not sympathizing with that scoundrel; I'm just wondering if their family has offended some kind of misfortune," Zhiqing said playfully, trying to make Ziya laugh.
"Cut it out! That's just feudal superstition; you wouldn't actually believe in that nonsense, would you?" Ziya replied sharply. Then she suddenly seemed to remember something and trembled slightly as she held the fruit: "I saw a strange shadow in the corridor; it led me into that room with steel pipes. Do you think there really are ghosts in there?"
Upon hearing Ziya's words, Zhiqing was taken aback and realized he had seen a shadow too. "Who did you see?" he asked, feigning calmness despite his surprise.
"I can't say for sure; I didn't see clearly—just a vague silhouette. Once I went inside, it disappeared." In truth, Ziya compared this shadow with one lingering in her mind and found them quite similar; she just couldn't voice it in front of Zhiqing. Everyone has their secrets, don't they?
"Uh... then what you saw was probably an illusion; the corridor lights flicker on and off—it’s easy to mistake things," Zhiqing said, knowing his words were meant to comfort her. But if he didn't say it like that, what else could he do? Whether it was Demon Leader or an illusion, living was what mattered most.
After a Sunday, Zhiqing was discharged from the hospital, while Sun Meng had to continue staying for observation due to the complexity of her condition.
It was truly a beautiful day, with clear skies and bright sunshine illuminating the earth, revealing a vibrant vitality everywhere. Zhiqing and Ziya drove to Phoenix Mountain Tomb to pay their respects to several classmates who had passed away in the underground levels, as well as some newly acquainted friends.
A bouquet of pure white chrysanthemums was placed under each familiar photograph. With a few moments of longing and a stream of tears, Ziya reverently raised both hands to bless them, wishing for their carefree and liberated lives in another world—a world devoid of the sorrows found in this one, where people should not harbor the same deceitful hearts.
Half a month later, in the courtyard of Little Town Nostalgia Community, colorful decorations adorned the area. Colorful flowers and ribbons hung from the branches of trees throughout the community, while vibrant balloons swayed gently in the breeze. Neighbors gathered to assist Anqing, laughing and chatting, as the entire community basked in a joyful atmosphere.
Amidst the bustling crowd helping out, Anqing beamed with happiness. Her full figure was wrapped in a brand new satin qipao, making her appear ten years younger. She radiated an endless energy as she distributed red double happiness cigarettes, receiving heartfelt blessings in return.
Passersby at the entrance of Small Town Story were curious and asked, "Whose celebration is happening here?"
The security guard at the entrance replied cheerfully, "It's Lao Liu's family celebrating; they're marrying off their daughter."
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