Chapter 53: Who will wake up first from the big dream?

Chapter 53: Who will wake up first from the big dream?

Chapter 53: Who will wake up first from the big dream?

[On the evening of the 5th, a major safety accident occurred at the Bishuiwan Manor in Gubei Town, Taoyuan City, Qinzhou Prefecture. The police conducted a preliminary investigation and suspected that the maintenance personnel violated the regulations and the high-voltage power cables in the hotel's underground leaked, causing 36 people, including hotel employees and guests, to be electrocuted to death. Please see the on-site interview below...]

In the center of the screen is the rushing Taojiang River. A young man in a security uniform is leaning against the fence of a flowerbed, his eyes a little dazed. The subtitles scrolling below are a brief description of the incident. The white text on a blue background in the lower left corner is the identity of the person being interviewed:

Tian Chengyun, the security guard of Bishuiwan Manor.

He and Xie Yaoan were among the few survivors of the Bishuiwan Manor accident.

A hunchbacked man wearing a short-sleeved vest with an orange waistcoat on the outside sat on a small bench at the door of the breakfast shop, slurping rice noodles while watching the news reports on TV. He was just an ordinary cleaner eating breakfast, with a drop of noodle soup on his light stubble.

But sitting opposite the cleaner was a middle-aged man in casual clothes. His clean and tidy appearance and gentle temperament all showed that he should have a decent identity.

For example, the absolute controlling shareholder of New Home Real Estate Group.

Bai Fugui didn't mind the noisy environment and not-so-good sanitary conditions of the roadside shops. Most of the customers coming and going were students rushing to school. He liked to be with energetic young people and get some of the life atmosphere that he lacked.

The news on TV was still broadcasting. The cleaner sitting opposite Bai Fugui was listening attentively while chewing rice noodles.

Tian Chengyun, who was interviewed by the TV station, seemed a little embarrassed in the footage and spoke with a bit of a stutter, but his words were generally consistent with the news reports: the maintenance personnel's misoperation caused the cables to be exposed and high-voltage electricity to leak, resulting in the tragedy that killed 36 people. Tian Chengyun himself happened to leave the manor to buy cigarettes in the town and luckily escaped.

[When I returned to the manor, the tragedy had already happened...]

Tian Chengyun ended his interview with these words.

The following news content was nothing interesting. It was just some old-fashioned popular science about electricity safety precautions, and a thorough investigation of the manor's operating and management system. From beginning to end, the words "ghost" or "weird" did not appear at all. It was completely an accident.

"Are you happy? I didn't kill the man, I didn't find Zhao, and I got Terang involved. In the end, I had to clean up the mess." Bai Fugui lit a cigarette for himself, but didn't smoke. Instead, he quietly watched the milky white smoke rise from his hand into the sky: "I lost both the wife and the army."

The cleaner finished the rice noodles in his bowl, snatched the cigarette from Bai Fugui's hand, put it in his mouth and took a deep puff: "We underestimated him. Although we don't know the identity of that person yet, it is obviously not a coincidence that he was able to take Zhao away."

"It was you, not us." Bai Fugui corrected: "Do you know how much money I spent to clean up your mess? It doesn't even include the price I paid myself."

"Isn't that what you do?" the cleaner asked back.

Bai Fugui spread his hands: "Okay, you are right."

The cleaner smiled.

Bai Fugui crossed his legs and continued, "What do you say now? If I remember correctly, you have already sold the concession and received the reward. Now that the concession is gone, how are you going to explain to the buyer?"

"To tell you the truth, I overturned the car, and I didn't get what he wanted. How else can I explain myself?" The cleaner looked indifferent.

"You know that's not what I'm asking." Bai Fugui shook his head and said, "Why do you think the buyer accepted your high price? Because he was dying, and he needed Te-Jiang to prolong his life, just like you needed Zhao You."

"You got the reward, but then you ruined his hope of survival. Believe me, he will fight you to the death." Bai Fugui added, "Just like you will fight the person who took Zhao You away to the death."

There are few things more terrifying than an Ascended who is determined to die.

"I know." The cleaner pressed the cigarette butt into the Coke can and stood up from the small stool: "So you have to help me. If the buyer really wants to make a last stand before his death, then he should go find the person who subdued Terang, not me."

Bai Fugui immediately understood what he was talking about: "Even so, you'd better be cautious. The buyer's ability is not simple. After all, he has a method that fits the 'special concession'... You understand the scarcity of the instant death rule better than I do." "Of course, I understand it better than you, much better." After the cleaner said this, he picked up the broom leaning against the wall and left the breakfast shop.

Bai Fugui was left to pay for him.

"Hello, five dollars." The owner of the breakfast shop walked over while wiping her hands.

Bai Fugui paid the bill, left the breakfast shop, and strolled along the sparsely populated streets. There were very few young people in Gubei Town. Most of the men and women in their twenties had gone out to work. In the peaceful town, there were only elderly people and childish children. It was as quiet as ever.

as always.

"..."

The bizarre scene faded away like the tide, as if it was a very long dream. Ning Zhe's consciousness woke up from the hazy chaos. He opened his eyes and saw the soft sunlight passing through the blinds and gently sprinkling on the desk.

He was covered with a thin summer quilt and it seemed that he had been lying in bed for a long time.

Ning Zhe turned his head and saw a quiet girl sitting at the desk beside the bed, with her inky black hair draped over her snow-white shoulders. She supported her chin with one hand, her legs neatly together, her sitting posture upright and stiff, her white fingers gently flipping through the beige papers, making a rustling sound.

She was watching so intently that she didn't even notice that the person on the bed had gotten up.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand to the table and knocked on it, making two crisp "dong dong" sounds.

"It is wrong to steal other people's personal belongings," said Ning Zhe.

Bai Zhi was startled, and a faint blush immediately appeared on her cheeks. She quickly folded the scattered pieces of letter paper on the table in order, put her hands on her knees, and sat nervously and stiffly. An inaudible voice floated out from between her lips: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone through your things."

"Huh?" Ning Zhe was a little confused when seeing Bai Zhi's nervous look.

The Baizhi that I met before in Bishuiwan Manor didn’t seem to be like this. She was more frank and calm at that time, not as jumpy as she is now.

"It's okay, because I also read your diary without your consent, so now we're even." Ning Zhe said, lifting the thin blanket covering his body and sitting up from the bed: "By the way, what time is it now, and why are you in my house?"

Ning Zhe woke up in no other place than his room in his old house, so the stationery in the drawer were his personal belongings.

Bai Zhi lifted her sleeves and looked at her watch, then said, "It's 5:12 p.m. now... June 6th, you slept for almost the entire day, and Mom asked me to stay here with you. Go call her when you wake up."

"Then it seems that my aunt sent me home. It's a miracle that she could find where my home is."

Ning Zhe lowered his head and looked around the bed, but didn't see his shoes. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Bai Zhi hurriedly stand up from the desk and take his shoes from the windowsill where the sun was shining.

"There is blood on your shoes, pants and clothes too. Mom has washed them for you." Bai Zhi said softly.

Ning Zhe thought about it and thought that it might be the blood from the beating of security team leader Lao Li last night. He himself didn't care much about it. He didn't expect that Feng Yusu helped her deal with it.

"What happened to the Bishuiwan Manor? What about the ghost? Did your mother tell you?" Ning Zhe asked while putting on his shoes.

"What the hell?" Bai Zhi blinked, not really understanding what he was talking about.

(End of this chapter)