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Capítulo 9

He staggered a few steps, pointing at everyone: "You all plotted to kill Xiaoyuer long ago!" He pointed at Ding Yan, "You were involved too, weren't you? You deliberately prevented me from seeing her! You even gave me drugs that always made me sleepy! I suspected there was something wrong with the food! Why did the child die after I met you? You murderers!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Xin was about to protect Ding Yan when he found that Da Mi had already taken the lead. He stood in front of her and whispered to her, which made Yang Xin very uncomfortable.

Rice shouted, "You killed her! If you hadn't been running away from home and afraid to face reality, if you had stayed by her side, why would she have run away from home to find you?"

Yu Wei suddenly froze: "You suspect me...you suspect me of killing my own daughter...you're framing me..." He suddenly became uneasy, and the distant sirens brought his unease to its peak. He pushed through the crowd and rushed out, disappearing into the night before anyone could react.

16.

The siren is from an ambulance, from a mental hospital.

The doctors said that Yu Wei suffers from paranoia and auditory hallucinations, and has been missing since escaping from the hospital. They received a call a few days ago from Yu Zijiang's grandfather, who said he would definitely be back today.

Yang Xin was taken aback and asked, "A few days ago?"

One of the doctors, who was wearing glasses, said, "About a week..."

Yang Xin suddenly looked coldly at Grandpa Yu Zijiang and took out handcuffs: "A week ago, the child's body had not yet been discovered!"

Grandpa Yu Zijiang smiled blankly: "Yes, it was me. I threw Xiaoyuer into the water. The missing person notice was just a smokescreen. On the one hand, it let others know that I was very anxious because I lost my granddaughter. On the other hand, I just hoped that my son would see the news and come back on his own initiative... Waaah... Son." He covered his face, tears streaming down his face.

"You old geezer!" Ding Yan rushed over and kicked him, but was immediately stopped by Yang Xin. "Why? Why?"

Grandpa Yu Zijiang smiled bitterly: "It's all because of that child, it's all because of that child that my son has been ruined like this!"

It turned out that after Yu Wei retired from the army and got married, he was unable to have children for a long time, for reasons unknown. Coincidentally, his superior in the army suddenly contacted him and asked him to adopt his daughter on the condition that he be given a very good job, so he readily accepted. He loved the child and treated her as his own.

But soon after, the military leader was sentenced to death for some reason. The news reported that the child was his illegitimate daughter. From then on, Yu Wei was always worried that the major case would implicate him, and that they would use Yu Zijiang's background to expose him. He became more and more uneasy and anxious, and finally developed a mental illness and was sent to a mental hospital.

On one hand, Grandpa Yu Zijiang painstakingly raises a child who is not related to him by blood; on the other hand, he desperately searches for his son who has escaped from a mental hospital. In his heart, this child is an ominous person, a jinx, because she is the reason why he and his son are separated.

He hoped Yu Wei would return to the hospital soon, recover quickly, and resume a normal life. But several years have passed, and he still has no news of his son.

He looked up at Yang Xin, then at Ding Yan: "Later, the neighbor's young man told me a joke, and it suddenly dawned on me. I finally found a way to see my son... That is, when I die, or when Xiaoyuer dies..." Tears welled up in his cloudy eyes again: "When that child died... he was still holding the only photo of himself and his father, and he firmly believed that once he reached the bottom of the river, he would definitely see his father..."

At this point, even Yang Xin couldn't help but kick him hard.

17.

Since that day, Ding Yan has never seen Yu Wei again. She firmly believes that he is still alive, on the run in some corner of the world, hiding from those unfounded pursuers and conspirators.

Ding Yan sat in front of her computer searching for recent suicide data. She wanted to calculate how many people who had decided to give up on life had not yet received her attentive service and were therefore suffering terribly during their death.

Unfortunately, the argument between the old postman and Aunt Mei escalated, making it impossible for her to calm down.

Old Postman suspected that Aunt Mei had put laxatives in the soup she served him, because he had been having diarrhea lately.

Aunt Mei suspected that Lao You had added something bad to her face mask, which caused her to break out in pimples. They had a small argument a few days ago, so whenever something bad happened, they would suspect the other person.

Ding Yan smiled helplessly. It turns out that everyone has paranoia to varying degrees. For example, when she was in first grade, she always suspected that her homeroom teacher was a vampire who wanted to kill her whole family; another example is that some people offend their boss over trivial matters and then assume that all the setbacks at work are due to that boss's interference.

Even though humans have truly dominated the Earth today and are at the top of the food chain, they still live in unease and vigilance. Is this in their nature?

Ding Yan shook her head, deciding not to think about such profound questions anymore, nor to organize her materials. She randomly opened a webpage and saw a joke, the gist of which was this.

Two sisters held a funeral for their mother. At the funeral, the younger sister met a man and fell in love with him at first sight. However, after the funeral, she could no longer find the man and had no way to contact him.

A week later, the younger sister killed her older sister. Why?

Upon seeing this, Ding Yan immediately thought of Grandpa Yu Zijiang, his neighbor, who must have told him this joke. Therefore, just like the sister who killed her older sister hoping to meet her beloved man again at the funeral, he killed his own granddaughter.

Sometimes, those jokes aren't funny at all.

Chapter Four: My Own Funeral

1.

Ding Yan enjoyed seeing death; the deaths of others proved his own existence.

As usual, she stood at the bridgehead, holding a straw, drinking her blood-infused yogurt, watching the woman on the other side. That woman would jump into the river and commit suicide in a few minutes.

The woman took a deep breath, put the two bricks into her pocket, and sat down on the riverbank. Then she took out a rope and tied it around her legs. After doing this, she turned her head and thought for a moment, then took out a thin rope from her pocket, curled up her legs, and used her teeth and left hand to secure her right hand to her thigh before she felt at ease.

Ding Yan secretly admired her. She had only told her to tie her legs up and put heavy objects in her pockets, but she hadn't expected her to come up with an even safer protective measure.

That's true. For a swimming champion, even with her legs tied, the instinct for survival would allow her to use the strength of her hands to float to the surface, because the process of drowning is extremely painful.

She turned around, glanced at the murky world, and resolutely jumped into the water.

Beautiful ripples spread across the water's surface.

For a swimmer with severe lower back muscle injury, water is undoubtedly her best refuge.

Ding Yan bit her straw, wondering where her final destination was. Those who had a place to call home were truly happy.

She sucked out the last drop of blood, threw the empty box into the water, where it struggled briefly before listlessly floating to the surface. A few days later, the woman's corpse, too, would float gracefully like that box, pale and bloated, bearing the sorrow and desolation of life.

Because many suicide victims hope to remain beautiful after death, most people do not choose this method of suicide.

Ding Yan clapped his hands, let out a long breath, and slowly walked through the night towards home.

The city is like something soaked in a bottle of blue-black ink—somewhat transparent, yet not entirely transparent.

"Miss Ding!" Someone suddenly patted her shoulder from behind. She instinctively jumped back and looked behind her warily. At first glance, she did not recognize him.

It's Yang Xin, Yang Xin in civilian clothes. Many people look like two different people when they're in uniform and when they're not. The uniform is like another face of a person.

Yang Xin, without his uniform, looked somewhat comical and strange.

"Haha! I always thought you slept in your police uniform!" Ding laughed.

"Um...doesn't it look a bit awkward to wear casual clothes?" Yang Xin scratched his head shyly.

"Hmm~ Hmm~" Ding Yan nodded, "It's a little strange."

"By the way! Where are you going? Have you had dinner? Let me give you a ride. The security situation hasn't been good lately..." Yang Xin rattled off several questions in quick succession. "Oh, and also, I still don't know your name? I even forgot to ask during the Yu Wei case..."

"Do I have to answer every question?" Ding Yan tilted his head.

"Oh... I'll just answer the last one..." The first few questions didn't need to be answered anymore, because no matter where she was going or what she was going to do, he decided to accompany her.

Ding Yan suddenly stared at Yang Xin, scrutinizing him, and asked, "Don't you remember me?"

Yang Xin felt a little embarrassed by the look in his eyes: "...We...have only met twice, right?"

“I am Ding Yan… When I was a child, in Shili Town, do you remember?” Ding Yan turned his head to look at him; his profile was very handsome.

“Ding Yan…” Yang Xin lowered his head and frowned, “Shili Town…”

2.

Yang Xin's face suddenly turned very pale, his expression was pale and helpless, his lips trembled as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

He must have been thinking of his childhood, his kindergarten teacher, his daughter Si Niu, and his uncle.

Back then, Ding Yan, Yang Xin, and Wang Xiaofeng all lived in Shili Town. After Yang Xin's uncle seduced Si Niu, a mentally challenged girl in town, he met Teacher Hao, Ding Yan's kindergarten teacher, through a blind date. One day, when Ding Yan was home alone, Yang Xin's uncle secretly went to his house with Teacher Hao for an affair, but Si Niu discovered them.

Uncle Yang Xin and Teacher Hao accidentally killed and dismembered Si Niu. Later, Teacher Hao, who was driven insane by the shock, killed and dismembered Uncle Yang Xin as well. Finally, Teacher Hao was arrested by the police.

These things, especially the death of his uncle, probably made Yang Xin very sad.

"Excuse me... Did something upset you come to mind?" Ding Yan asked cautiously.

“It’s nothing…” Yang Xin emerged from his reverie. “It’s nothing, I was just thinking about my uncle. Back then, a child couldn’t understand the rights and wrongs, the grudges and grievances of adults. In my heart, my uncle wasn’t a bad person at all, but the best person in the world. I remember the day before his accident, he promised to teach me how to make grass dragonflies… Who knew that seeing him again… That’s why I aspired to be a policeman. I always felt there was more to my uncle’s case than met the eye…”

As Yang Xin spoke, Ding Yan couldn't help but recall the scattered corpses of Yang Xin's uncle in her childhood courtyard. Of course, she dared not tell Yang Xin that the reason Teacher Hao went mad was because she had hidden Si Niu's head.

The Buddha spoke of cause and effect. This cause and effect is probably not the cycle of reincarnation from past lives to this one, but rather the trickery and arrangement of fate.

If Ding Yan hadn't sneaked home from kindergarten that day, she wouldn't have discovered how Uncle Yang Xin and Teacher Hao killed and dismembered Si Niu; if she hadn't discovered it, she wouldn't have played the prank of hiding Si Niu's head after the dismemberment; if she hadn't hidden Si Niu's head, Teacher Hao wouldn't have gone mad with fear; if Teacher Hao hadn't gone mad with fear, she wouldn't have killed Uncle Yang Xin in a fit of irrational terror; if Teacher Hao hadn't killed Uncle Yang Xin, Yang Xin wouldn't have seen the scattered corpses of his favorite person; if he hadn't seen his uncle's scattered corpses, perhaps he wouldn't have aspired to become a policeman; if he hadn't become a policeman, he would have met Ding Yan; if he hadn't met Ding Yan, there wouldn't have been the subsequent emotional entanglements.

Without "ifs," fate could follow a completely different procedure, altering everyone's life trajectory.

However, there is no such thing as "what if" in this world. "What if" is merely a helpless human's wishful thinking about fate.

"Oh, you must have been terrified back then, right?" Yang Xin's eyes held a hint of pity. "I remember you used to hang upside down on books; you were actually quite timid."

"Oh?" Ding Yan looked up. "How did you know I'm actually a coward?"

Yang Xin smiled, then scratched his head, "I felt... at that time, I always felt that you seemed full of helplessness..."

"oh……"

Neither of them spoke again. Ding Yan kept looking at her toes as she walked, a strange feeling welling up inside her. She always felt that her childhood was lonely.

It turns out that in her sensitive, lonely, and uneasy black-and-white childhood, there were eyes that could see through her helplessness, and a heart that could understand her unease.

3.

When they reached the intersection, Ding Yan signaled to Yang Xin that he didn't need to see her off anymore; she had an instinctive aversion and wariness towards the police.

When they broke up, Yang Xin suddenly asked, "Why did you pretend to be a nurse that day? I checked the hospital's records, and there are no staff members with the surname Ding in the hospital."

"Huh?!" Ding Yan completely forgot about this big problem. Although she was good at lying, she couldn't think of a good way to deal with it for a moment. "Um... I..." She suddenly raised her head angrily: "Why did you go to the hospital to check my records?!"

"Huh?!" Yang Xin hadn't expected Ding Yan to take the initiative. "I...I just..."

"Hmph! Did you suspect I was a bad person from the very beginning?" Ding Yan continued angrily.

"No... I never doubted you, I just..." Before he could finish, Ding Yan had already strode away without looking back. Watching her figure disappear into the night, Yang Xin whispered, "I just like you, I wanted to find you, I wanted to get to know you, I wanted..."

Ding Yan hummed a tune as she entered the elevator. She was quite pleased with Yang Xin's dullness, and even more pleased with her own bravery and wit. However, the next time she saw him, she would definitely have to come up with a convincing reason in advance for pretending to be a nurse.

There was another woman in the elevator, probably in her thirties, well-maintained, with an elegant demeanor, and smelling of pleasant perfume.

She glanced at Ding Yan and nodded with a smile.

"Oh—" Ding Yan cried out. Her sharp and clear voice was especially jarring in the narrow space, startling the woman. "Sister Kang Hui!"

"Oh, hello." Kang Hui continued to smile, even though she had never liked this strange little landlord.

"Long time no see! Xiaomi went to your house to look for you yesterday, but you weren't there!" Ding Yan continued to call out. Although there were only two people in the elevator, she wasn't going to let this woman's ears have a good time. "Your rent for this quarter—ah—ah—you haven't paid it yet!" People who owe Ding Yan money usually don't have a good life.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Kang Hui frowned, "I'll have Xiaomi come and collect it when we get back..."

"Okay, okay!" Ding Yan's voice immediately dropped eight octaves, sounding cute and approachable. "Then I'll have Xiaomi go over in a bit!"

Just then, Kang Hui's phone rang. She frowned, picked up the phone, and hung up immediately.

"Did you have a fight with your darling?" Ding Yan asked, peering at her phone with a gossipy look. Although she had never heard of Kang Hui having any "darling," it seemed that she had always lived alone and had never even brought back any suspicious men.

“Oh? Oh…” Kang Hui stammered, and her phone rang again relentlessly. She hung up decisively, but it rang again, and both parties were very persistent in answering.

"Just answer it! If there's any misunderstanding, just talk it out." After all, the other party had agreed to pay the rent, and Ding Yan felt that she should also show her enthusiasm as a landlord. So, she "enthusiastically" snatched the phone with lightning speed, pressed the answer button, and then, with an embarrassed smile, stretched out her arm and handed the phone back to her.

At that moment, the elevator arrived.

Kang Hui held the phone to her ear with annoyance as she unlocked the door—she lived right across from Ding Yan. Ding Yan preferred quiet and hadn't originally planned to rent an apartment on the 28th floor. But Kang Hui said she loved this apartment; it was quiet, had a good view, and she was a traditional Chinese painting teacher who also sold her paintings.