Conseillère militaire et princesse

Chapitre 1

【lead】

1.

One day, I wore my most beautiful red dress and traveled through time to the primitive society.

A primitive man, covered in body hair, pointed at me and yelled, "You pervert, why did you shave all your body hair off?"

I was stunned.

It turns out that evolution is a kind of abnormality.

2.

In this world, there is only one type of person who will never be eliminated.

They are stylish, innovative, and constantly seeking the joy of living.

They are unconventional, exaggerated, and cruel, constantly seeking the best points of excitement for observation and exploration.

They constantly create a unique kind of excitement, and they constantly entertain themselves in unique ways.

They hid on the other side of the darkness, appearing exceptionally clever.

They have a beautiful name: perverts.

3.

There is a type of insect in the world whose life cycle goes through four stages: egg, larva, pupa, and adult.

We call this kind of insect a "holometabolous insect," like a butterfly.

A butterfly that has undergone complete metamorphosis is beautiful.

God only bestows beauty upon those who are completely perverted.

4.

He swore that no one could control him, no one could dictate his actions, and no one could control him.

He can love you, hate you, toy with you, or spoil you.

He is very frank, direct, and transparent, but you can never truly understand him.

abnormal,

So fascinating.

Chapter One: The Boy Who Cried Wolf

1.

evening.

The setting sun was crooked and distorted, conveying a mood.

The heat seemed to be pressing down from the sky, and the highway was congested again, with the convoy ahead stretching like the Great Wall, seemingly endless.

At the end of the Great Wall, police lights flashed, and the dense crowd resembled a layered cake.

On the rooftop, a girl in white swayed precariously.

People who commit suicide often have some kind of obsession. For example, those who hang themselves childishly choose to wear red at midnight; those who cut their wrists must find a bed with white sheets and put on a poignant makeup; those who jump off buildings usually like to wear white clothes or school uniforms, as if they cannot prove their innocence if they don't wear them.

"This is really difficult. The door to the rooftop is locked, and we can't open it no matter how hard we try."

"There are many buildings and trees facing the street below, so it's not easy to lay out that mat..."

Short hair, shorts, tank top, small backpack.

A girl looked up; her eyes were clear, but you couldn't see through them.

The straw plunged into the milky-white yogurt container with a "plop," accompanied by a vicious sense of satisfaction.

The yogurt that flowed into my mouth through the straw was red.

The girl with short hair, shorts, and a tank top was sucking on the food with great interest, and watching with great interest as well.

A rare and entertaining suicide drama, which anyone would find fascinating.

At least it's not boring.

The short-haired girl quickly devoured the small carton of red yogurt. She threw the empty carton into the trash can, and several flies swarmed out in a panic.

Buzzing.

At this moment, Officer Yang Xin's head was buzzing. If this matter wasn't handled properly, he could expect to be scolded on television and in the newspapers tomorrow. He never imagined that he would encounter such bad luck on his very first day as a police officer.

The short-haired girl wiped her mouth with her hand, then casually wiped her hand on her shorts, walked up to Yang Xin, who was drenched in sweat, and said a few words in a nonchalant manner.

Yang Xin was taken aback, then frowned and thought for a moment before finally nodding.

The short-haired girl was led into the building.

2.

It was still evening.

The heat remains unabated, and the popularity continues to grow.

A gasp rippled through the crowd as another person appeared on the rooftop.

Did a gay couple commit suicide for love?

Someone set up a telescope and said: No.

The extra person was wearing shorts, a short tank top, and had short hair. She had her back to the crowd, as if she was about to perform a difficult dive.

To be precise, it was a high-difficulty backflip jump.

The atmosphere among the crowd was a bit like that of boiled fish, fresh and spicy.

No one knew who the short-haired girl was, how she climbed to the rooftop, what she was doing there, or what she was saying.

The girl in white who had committed suicide turned her head slightly, said something to the short-haired girl, and then took off her shoes and handed them to the short-haired girl.

Then, the two of them disappeared from people's sight.

Yang Xin directed several policemen to go up and meet them, and a wave of regret swept through the crowd.

Whether the girl who committed suicide jumped or not, "regret" is the only outcome.

If they jumped, it would be a tragedy to see the girl die;

If you don't skip it, it's a pity that the plot isn't as exciting as you imagined.

Media reporters blocked the entrance to the building as the girl who attempted suicide was escorted out by police, with flashbulbs going off incessantly.

She didn't shy away from the reporters' cameras, nor did she seem overly enthusiastic. She gave the impression that she didn't care about anything, yet she seemed to care about everything. There were several fresh, glistening knife scars on her wrists, and a natural purple necklace around her neck, marked by the ligature marks of a thick rope.

Does she really not want to live?

Is living really that painful?

Everyone who saw it couldn't help but feel a sense of pity and wonder.

The media and police are pressing for details about the whereabouts of the brave girl who saved the life.

The girl who attempted suicide looked up at the sky, then at her feet. She wasn't wearing shoes, and the tops of her feet were tanned into zebra-like patterns.

She remained silent throughout, seemingly ignoring everyone, and refused to answer any questions from the media, much like a big-name celebrity embroiled in a scandal.

3.

Rock climbing and wall-running were child's play for Ding Yan. Of course, she wasn't the legendary master thief.

She climbed mountains before she was 5 years old, and then she climbed trees after she was 5 years old; she got used to it.

As soon as she climbed from the side of the building onto the roof, she immediately regretted it. She regretted taking off her high heels for convenience, because the rooftop was so hot that it would probably be perfect for frying an egg.

So she decided to take the shoes from the girl who committed suicide, as if she had climbed up the mountain with great effort just to get those shoes.

She limped up behind her on her heels and said casually, "Since you're going to die anyway, could you give me your shoes?"

The girl who attempted suicide was startled, swayed, but didn't look at her or say anything.

“You won’t die if you jump from here.” Ding Yan also stood by the edge of the building, his back to the audience. There was a breeze at the edge of the roof, making it cool.

The girl's white shirt was soaked with sweat and clung to her body; her face was sunburned. She didn't have a good figure; her buttocks were too flat.

“Look—” Ding Yan pointed downstairs, “There are balconies that protrude outwards, some small sheds on the ground, and a lot of trees. If you hang there, you won’t die.”

The girl glanced at Ding Yan, her lips trembling.

"Also, don't wear a skirt when you jump off a building. Skirts have a skirt hem, which makes it easy to get caught on something, making it easier to fail in the suicide attempt."

The girl who attempted suicide remained silent.

Ding Yan was getting impatient. The sweltering heat seeped into her body through her open pores, making her feel hot too. She wanted to finish this quickly before her feet turned into a hot plate. "If you really want to jump here, then go ahead, but could you give me your shoes first?"

She looked at Ding Yan again, as if he were a monster.

She spoke, her voice hoarse: "You...didn't you come to save me?"

Ding sneered, like a child, "I'm not related to you, nor am I Guanyin, so why should I save you? On the contrary, I hope you die quickly, so you don't end up crippled and a burden to society!"

As Ding Yan spoke, he took a business card out of the back pocket of his shorts and handed it to her.

Her eyes widened in surprise, "There's such a thing..."

Ding said impatiently, "Do you need any help from me? I charge a lot, but of course, people who want to commit suicide are usually willing to spend money."

She lowered her head: "I have no money..."

"It's okay if I don't have money, I accept it!"

"Why are you giving it to me for free?" she asked. "There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Ding Yan pulled her back from the edge of the rooftop, took off her shoe covers and put them on his own feet, "You've made a profit this time, use these shoes to pay the exorbitant consultation fee!"

4.

Old Postman glanced at the shoes Ding Yan had thrown in the living room, then grinned and muttered that she always made losing deals.

Ding Yan could recite almost everything he rambled on about. It basically started with the four twin brothers, Xiao Jia, Xiao Yi, Xiao Bing, and Xiao Ding, then Dami and Xiaomi, then Aunt Mei, and finally himself.

They were all Ding Yan's family members or servants.