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Capítulo 19

Ding Yan shook his head.

The old postman sighed in exasperation, "Well, you must have heard the saying, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

Ding Yan nodded: "I've heard of it. But I've always thought the person who said that was stupid. Why does everyone have to go to hell themselves? Let whoever is supposed to go go!"

The old postman's eyes were filled with reverence: "This is the greatness of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

Ding Yan looked at the old postman, then at the rice, seemingly understanding but not quite: "He says he's a Bodhisattva reincarnated, so he is? What proof does he have?"

“Him…” Da Mi maintained that mysterious tone, “He can predict the future… For example, when Yao Ying fled the town, he foresaw it beforehand, which is why he waited at the town entrance and gave her travel money…”

2.

That evening, when Ding Yan went downstairs for a walk, he ran into the monk Yingjie.

In fact, when the elevator stopped on the 5th floor, Ding Yan had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, when the monk in his forties saw Ding Yan, he first stared into Ding Yan's eyes for a moment, then put his hands together and bowed his head: "Good, good. Benefactor, you will have a bloody disaster. Please be careful when you go out."

The ancients said that seeing a nun brought bad luck, and Ding Yan felt that seeing a monk would surely bring her bad luck too. Ignoring the monk's words, she asked him, "Monks should live in temples, how come you live in such a luxurious apartment? Ascetic monk, ascetic monk, you really know how to enjoy life!"

"This humble monk practices in the world, for only by experiencing all kinds of suffering in the human realm can one liberate sentient beings from this suffering. If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Pshaw! This isn't going to hell, it's going to heaven." Ding Yan said dismissively.

The senior monk stopped speaking and just smiled, like a good-natured old sheep.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Ding Yan stepped out first, nodded to a few tenants, but to her surprise, the tenants who usually fawned over her simply nodded back, then walked to the monk behind her, smiled, put their hands together, and bowed to him.

Ding Yan thought angrily, "This old bald monk really knows how to win people's hearts. He's only been here a few days and he's already gained such a good reputation."

As Ding Yan thought about it, she angrily kicked away the stone under her feet. Actually, kicking away the stone was nothing, but she didn't expect the monk to suddenly rush over and pull her. She kicked the step, and her right big toe was immediately cut with a long gash.

The old bald monk gloated from behind, saying, "Well said, well said, this humble monk has reminded you, benefactor. I originally wanted to stop you... It seems that it is all predestined, and no one can change it."

"If you hadn't pulled me up, I wouldn't have tripped on the steps! What do you mean by 'life'? It's all your fault!" Ding Yan, clutching his foot and grimacing, said to Xiao Jia and Xiao Yi, who were guarding the door, "Come on! Help me up!"

"Aren't you going for a walk?"

"Scattered my foot!" Ding Yan cursed. But his curiosity about the old monk grew even stronger; this monk was quite accurate at cursing people.

Does he really see the future? If so, I'd better be careful. If he finds out I'm doing suicide counseling, I'm doomed.

Just as Ding Yan was thinking this, she immediately heard the monk behind her say, "Benefactor... you'd better take care of yourself..."

Ding Yan turned around in a panic and cursed, "You're crazy! I have no idea what you're talking about!"

After saying that, he hurriedly pressed the elevator button, locking the monk outside.

3.

Logically speaking, Yang Xin had made a great contribution to Li Meng's case and should have been rewarded or promoted. However, this guy was too clueless about social etiquette.

The captain said, "Since we've already told you to stop interfering with this case, why are you trying to show off?"

Yang Xin said innocently, "Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV shows and movies?"

"You've been watching too many movies!" the captain scolded. "Fine, fine, you're getting a month's vacation. Go home and reflect on your actions! You'll be promoted when you come back!"

"Really, Captain! What position are you being promoted to?" Yang Xin shouted excitedly.

"You're being promoted to squad leader!" The captain glanced at him. "Recently, we've been seeing more and more suicides here. The higher-ups think this is unusual and are forming a special task force. You'll be the leader!"

"How many people can you assign me?" Yang Xin continued excitedly.

"Just you!" the captain said coldly. "You're only responsible for suicide cases; you're not allowed to participate in any other cases!"

Yang Xin then realized that he had really been hung up and banished to the cold palace.

Strictly speaking, suicide isn't a major case. You can stop someone from killing you, but how can you stop someone from killing you? This so-called "special task force" makes no difference whether it exists or not.

Yang Xin knew he had been sidelined. But the thought of Ding Yan, whom he had met in the last suicide case, immediately energized him. Ding Yan and he were like-minded people, and since he was now specifically in charge of suicide cases, he naturally had a reason to frequently seek Ding Yan's help—Ding Yan would definitely help.

After all, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! Although he never understood what a "seven-story pagoda" meant, he roughly knew that it meant a great blessing.

With this in mind, Yang Xin said with great enthusiasm, "Reporting to the captain! I've decided to forgo my vacation! I'll be back at work tomorrow!"

The captain looked at him with a puzzled expression, shook his head, and thought to himself, "This kid, I really don't know if he's missing a screw."

Yang Xin whistled as he left the police station and couldn't wait to call Ding Yan. At that moment, Ding Yan was sitting on the sofa, holding her foot and yelling at Da Mi because Da Mi had let that monk move in, which had caused her to injure her foot.

"Hello!" Ding Yan answered the phone irritably.

"It's me!" Yang Xin said excitedly.

"What am I? Who am I?" Ding Yan pouted and gestured for Aunt Mei to apply the medicine gently.

"It's me, Yang Xin." Yang Xin was somewhat disappointed; he had thought she would recognize his voice immediately, just like he did.

"What's wrong?" Ding Yan gritted her teeth, and Aunt Mei quickly and carefully blew on her toes before gently taking out the gauze.

"I got promoted!"

Congratulations!

"Do you know what I'm in charge of now?" Yang Xin said excitedly.

"What? Dismemberment? A deranged serial killer? Ghost hunting? Catching a fraudulent monk?"

"No! It's a suicide case! The bureau has set up a special task force to investigate organized suicides, and I'm the head of the task force!" Yang Xin didn't mention that he was also a member of the task force, a lone commander.

"What?!" Ding Yan screamed, jumped to his feet, and then sat down with a grimacing expression.

"You're surprised too, aren't you?" Yang Xin said smugly.

"Unexpected...unexpected...too unexpected..." Ding Yan frowned, cursing inwardly. This is really too unexpected. The police station must have nothing better to do.

"You must be very interested too, right? You'd definitely be willing to help me, wouldn't you?"

"I'm willing...I'm willing...Let's just ask Wang Xiaofeng to help...He's a doctor, he can treat patients immediately..."

"Huh?! Oh... okay..."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Yan glared at Da Mi resentfully and said, "Ever since that monk moved in, one bad thing after another has happened!"

4.

After careful consideration, Ding Yan and Lao You decided to turn the tables and infiltrate the enemy. Of course, for safety reasons, they deactivated email address 5155, stopped distributing business cards, and all communication and propaganda were conducted online. They also implemented robust anti-tracking measures online, transferring payments through multiple banks, making it difficult even for professionals to trace.

In fact, Ding Yan and her colleagues are not the kind of devils who specifically induce others to commit suicide. When they come into contact with clients who are in an impulsive state, they will also act like "big sister confidantes" to persuade them and hope that they can calm down.

Their clients were rational, calm individuals who were determined to give up on life. Although their reasons for suicide differed, each of them had reached a point where they could no longer bear the weight of life.

This world is a world of survival of the fittest. Suicide is a way to naturally eliminate those who are mentally and physically unhealthy in this cruel world. Some people live only with worries, depression, and pain. If one day you even despise yourself, then go and commit suicide. Life is like taking a dump; sometimes you try your best, but in the end you find that all you've produced is a fart.

Those hypocritical anti-suicide advocates cannot understand their suffering; they don't know that there are indeed insurmountable misfortunes in this world. Besides, suicide is our right.

This is a theory that Ding Yan firmly believed in, but it was not Ding Yan's original creation.

Someone once said, if a person isn't afraid of death, why would they be afraid of living? In other words, if a person can't even die when they want to, then it's hard to know what they can accomplish while alive.

A lowly human being who resolves to commit suicide but survives due to a failed attempt will only face discrimination and live under greater social pressure and suffering. After all, in the hearts of most people, life is still of paramount importance.

Therefore, Ding Yan provided them with professional services, allowing them to die quickly and easily in one go. This could not be considered a bad deed...

Dami walked in, smelling of sandalwood: "This is the last business card in the mailbox today. As of now, all the business cards that can be recycled have been recycled."

Ding Yan took the business card and flipped it over. A neatly written phone number was printed on the back; the handwriting was elegant and clean, clearly the work of a woman.

"Sigh!" Ding Yan sighed, picked up his work phone, and dialed the number.

This person's ringtone is very nice, sad and melancholic, full of infatuation, it's the theme song of the popular movie "The Monkey King: Love Is Insane" from a couple of years ago.

The phone rang for a long time before the other party answered: "Hello?"

There was a lot of static on the other end of the receiver; the other person must have been in a very noisy place.

5.

Anjia waited and waited for a call from this "extraordinary consulting firm," but it never came. She secretly laughed at herself for actually taking it seriously. How could such a company possibly exist?

She decided to stop waiting for a company that could never exist, so she chose to die.

She thought death was a very simple thing. So many people die so easily every day in this world. Only now did she realize that wanting to die wasn't easy.

At that moment, she was standing in the middle of the road, with a large truck parked beside her. The truck driver, wearing a loose-fitting tank top, was jumping and shouting, spitting in her face.

Even the most patient driver will feel annoyed and want to curse when they see a reckless driver or a pedestrian who is courting death.

"Are you fucking asking for it?! Don't you have eyes?!" the driver continued to shout.

An Jia kept her head down, silent and not making way, just staring blankly at her toes.

"She's probably terrified, isn't she?" An old woman walked over and tugged at her arm. "Girl, get out of the way! This is the middle of the road, it's dangerous! Look, there's a whole line of cars backing up... Don't yell anymore!" The old woman said to the driver, "If she hadn't rushed over and pushed that child away in time," she pointed to the child crying on the side of the road, "this car would have killed someone long ago."

An Jia suddenly raised her head and yelled at the driver, "Stop talking! Stop cursing! I'm here to die! I didn't mean to save anyone!"

A faint police siren sounded in the distance. The old woman pulled Anjia to the side of the road and said shakily, "You're so young, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Just then, her phone rang; the number was a string of asterisks.

She answered the call with a puzzled look, then froze: the other party claimed to be from "Very Consulting Company".

Surprisingly, such companies actually exist.

“You called too late…” An Jia said quietly.

"What?" Ding Yan exclaimed, "Are you already dead?"

Old Postman said from the side, "He's definitely not dead, or you're talking to a ghost."

Ding Yan glared at the old postman and continued speaking into the phone, "Why is it so late?"

"I just ran into the middle of the road and crashed into a car..." An Jia's tone was indifferent, as if she hadn't crashed into a car, but had just gone to the convenience store across the street to buy an ice cream.

"You failed, didn't you?" Ding Yan smiled.

“Yes,” Anjia said.

"Do you regret it?" People who choose suicide on impulse usually realize the true meaning of life after their suicide attempt fails, feeling both fear and relief.

“I regret it…” An Jia sighed, “I regret not dying…”

"Think it over carefully. Take a week to think it over. If you really decide to die, we will provide you with a foolproof suicide plan."

An Jia hung up the phone. The old woman who had been beside her was gone, replaced by a monk and a policeman.

A monk and a policeman—that's such a strange combination.