Le roi des pilleurs de tombes

Chapitre 11

Something grabbed her calf and mechanically pulled it apart, tearing her defenseless vulva apart.

I absolutely mustn't open my eyes; I absolutely don't want to remember his face. Absolutely not...

212, 224, 236, 248, 250, 262, 274, 286, 298. 313, 326, 339, 342, 355, 368, 3721...

Fang Lin shivered.

"Three times seven is twenty-one..." Fang Lin closed her eyes, as if she could hear that phone call again.

Sticky sweat dripped onto her face.

His hard, angry lower body slammed against her vulva.

38 is 24, 39 is 27. 414, 428, 432, 446, 452, 4624, 4728, 4832, 4936. 515, 520, 535, 542, 5525...

"Fang Lin, let Daddy tell you."

"Um?"

"No matter what happens, no matter what kind of person Dad becomes, you must remember what Dad is saying now."

"...?"

"You know, in a person's life, we will encounter many unhappy things and meet many bad people, but occasionally good things will also happen."

"I don't understand."

"Good things will definitely happen; we live on in order to encounter those good things."

"good."

"Good girl."

Is this a good thing?

Dad, what happened to the good thing you promised?

Fang Lin doesn't blame her father.

I felt unexpectedly guilty.

I feel guilty that I didn't encounter good things as my father promised. When I meet my father in another world, he must be very, very sorry. Actually, Dad, there's no need for that. It was just my bad luck.

With eyes tightly closed, the next moment they open will be their death.

—I always hoped that before I died, I could finally say goodbye to that bastard who had bullied me for a year and a half…

Unleash your fury!

Suddenly, my lower body shuddered.

No, it was the evil flesh clinging to him that was trembling with a hard shiver.

A powerful surge of heat boiled within her ravaged vulva.

Like a massive volcano erupting beneath Fang Lin, her crimson virgin blood transformed into lava and scorching magma, spewing out at speeds far exceeding the speed of light and beyond the comprehension of the five senses—

The sense of touch is gone.

The lower body, roughly stretched open, immediately lost the humiliating feeling of fullness.

That's all.

It's gone.

It's empty.

for a long time.

Fang Lin slowly opened her swollen eyes.

The disgusting sweat still lingered on his face.

There seems to be the imprint left by that fat mole on my nose.

Not a single drop of cloudy fluid was left in the painful genitals.

Gan Ze disappeared.

"..." Fang Lin stared at the ceiling.

The blades of the suspended electric fan remained motionless, quietly and solitarily in her line of sight.

8

It has been seven days since that deafening explosion that shook the entire school.

DNA test results have come back, confirming that the deceased was indeed Gan Ze.

But Ganze disappeared.

Or rather, another "living Ganze" has disappeared.

He didn't go home, nor did he come to school. No one saw Gan Ze's whereabouts. None of the surveillance cameras near the school captured Gan Ze's image. His two accounts, which he usually used in online games, remained untouched, and his account on the Bahamut website was also unattended.

Where did they go?

Where else can we go?

The police conducted a massive search for a week but found nothing.

"Well... how should I put it... since we have this DNA comparison report..."

The police officer in charge of the search looked at Gan Ze's empty seat at the school, then at the autopsy report in his hand, and made a vague conclusion: "This child is dead, isn't he? He jumped off the building and died two weeks ago, didn't he?"

They're absolutely going to fight to the bitter end.

It is absolutely reasonable and the case is closed with 100% conclusive evidence.

School will be over in five minutes, and many students are starting to secretly pack their bags.

The boy in the front seat was secretly happy for Fang Lin.

Fang Lin, who "fell" down the stairs a few days ago, has mostly recovered from her serious facial injuries, and her mood has probably improved as a result, right? The observant boy sensed that Fang Lin, who was sitting behind him, was acting a little differently.

Perhaps it's a little more than just a little bit; in any case, it's a good thing.

Throughout the eight classes today, Fang Lin remained at the very back of the classroom, peeking in.

Looking at Xu Guoxian, she revealed a sweet and fragrant smile.

Chapter 3

The significance of backpacking travel

2020

1

Lu Xuda shaved his beard today.

He himself wasn't entirely sure of the reason. Especially since the person he was meeting today wasn't a woman.

Because he hadn't shaved in a long time, his hands were stiff, and the rusty razor left a cut on his left cheek. He simply cleaned it with soapy water. He wasn't afraid of tetanus, so he just casually put on a band-aid.

The midday sun compressed everyone's shadows to an extremely short length.

There were several long waiting benches under the bus stop sign near Dazhi MRT station. Covered in sweat, Lu Xuda chose the rightmost seat, placed his heavy hiking backpack at his feet, and unzipped it. The backpack was full of dry food and mineral water bottles.

Lu Xu opened a bottle and poured the warm water down his throat.

Seven weeks ago, Bo Xu committed suicide.

He was left to bear all the guilt alone.

Accidents are inevitable, and so are illnesses.

If Bo Xu had been smashed in half by a drunk gravel truck, or killed by a flowerpot falling from the sky, or died a slow, agonizing death from a serious illness, Lü Xu would feel much better.

But it was suicide.

With water droplets still clinging to the corners of his mouth, Lü Xu stared at the empty water bottle in his hand, continuing his signature blank stare.

This habit of spacing out has been practiced for a full twenty-three years.

In the blankness of his mind, Bo Xu's imagined scene of lying in the red bathtub reappeared.

Although they hadn't spoken for twenty-three years, Bo Xu probably thought that suicide was a responsible way of dealing with "that matter," right? Since Bo Xu had paid off his half of the debt with his death, the remaining half should naturally fall entirely on his own shoulders.

Is that right? Bo Xu...

The appointed time has arrived.

Lu Xuda saw Lao Deng approaching from afar. Lao Deng was also fully equipped, wearing waterproof hiking boots, a sun hat, a multi-pocket vest filled with various survival tools, and a Leica telescope hanging around his neck. Somewhat absurdly, he was also carrying a bulky military-style cold-weather jacket made of GORE-TEX material.

Old Deng's backpack was twice the size and sturdier than Lü Xu's, clearly containing twice as many supplies. The space had been compressed to the extreme, and there might even be a retractable tent inside.

"Hi, junior," Old Deng greeted him warmly.

“…Senior.” Lu Xu did not stand up.

"Did you bring your passport?"

Why do I need to bring my passport when hiking?

"Then let's bring it?"

"I brought it."

Old Deng, also covered in sweat, looked at the equipment that Lü Xu had prepared all night and seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

"Junior, you seem to be underestimating... what's about to happen."

"I've never really figured out how much stuff to bring," Lu Xu said honestly. "I thought this was enough, and I could buy more locally if I needed anything, right?"

“Perhaps it’s enough, but…” Old Deng pointed to the backpack on his shoulder: “Even if you’re prepared to this extent, you might still not make it. You… are just as reckless as I was the first time I tried it.”

"What exactly is it that we're supposed to experience?" Lu Xu asked, puzzled, repeating the same question he had last week.

And Lao Deng's answer was exactly the same as last week's.

"Haha, I really have no idea what you'll experience..."

2

For Lü Xuda, Lao Deng was a very magical person.

Old Deng, a fifth-grader, retired long ago from the large hospital where he and his colleagues worked. He opened his own obstetrics and gynecology clinic on Forest North Road, and business was booming, allowing him to accumulate a considerable fortune. Unfortunately, during the European financial crisis, he lost most of his money in stocks and funds, and his wife, six years his junior, inexplicably had an affair… with their child's math tutor, who was a university student! Old Deng asked his child if he wanted to live with his father or mother, and the child said he preferred his tutor because the tutor would chat with him…