Free Web NovelIn a ward at Hua City Central Hospital, beneath a pure white ceiling, the monotonous beeping of instruments echoed amidst the scent of disinfectant.
Hua Xieyu lowered her head, remaining silent for a long time before looking up at Lu Yibei, who sat opposite her, and nodded, saying, “Got it.”
“‘Got it’ and that’s it? Uh, I guess that works!” Lu Yibei shrugged indifferently.
Although Hua Xieyu seemed a bit too calm after hearing her father’s story, Lu Yibei felt it was understandable.
Perhaps in Hua Xieyu’s heart, Hua Qianli was always a towering hero, but she stubbornly refused to admit it.
Just like those anti-heroes in stories, they never receive recognition from people.
“What are your plans now? Are you going back to Liming City?” Lu Yibei changed the subject and asked, “After a while, when things calm down, you can go to Shizhou City to pick them up. I think if you go back to Liming City...”
“I still have to go back,” Hua Xieyu interrupted firmly before Lu Yibei could finish. “A while ago, your colleague, that very beautiful Older sister...”
“Sister Qing?” Lu Yibei tilted her head.
“Mhm.” Hua Xieyu nodded. “It was her. When she visited me last time, she invited me to join the Night Watch.”
“You agreed?” Lu Yibei asked, somewhat surprised.
Although he hadn’t known Hua Xieyu for long, he could tell that Hua Xieyu wasn’t the type of person who would willingly tie herself down to the Night Watch.
“I guess I agreed?” Hua Xieyu hesitated, clearly lacking confidence, and said, “This could be considered a daughter inheriting her father’s legacy, right?”
“I replied to her that if I could return to Liming City as an agent, I would agree. She said she’d discuss it with her superiors, and it should work out.”
Lu Yibei nodded thoughtfully.
Although her mouth was as stubborn as a platypus, she actually cared about her father’s affairs in her heart!
As for An Qing taking the opportunity to recruit Hua Xieyu while treating her, it wasn’t surprising at all.
The Night Watch constantly faced manpower shortages, and An Qing wasn’t new to “persuading wayward girls to turn over a new leaf.” This was indeed something she would do.
“If it works out, I’ll find a good location, buy a large house, let the children live there, and send them to school...”
“Speaking of which, we got a lot from that man this time.” Hua Xieyu paused, then added, “It will also be convenient to take in other children in the future.”
If she were to work as a Night Watch agent in Liming City, she would probably encounter more homeless children in the future, Hua Xieyu thought.
Lu Yibei was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, “Alright! If you need anything, contact me anytime. I’ll try my best to help you solve it.”
Perhaps staying with Hua Xieyu wasn’t the best choice for them, but it would certainly be the happiest.
Moreover, judging from what that Old man Zhang Huainan said, the children were also very unaccustomed to Da Chunyang Palace.
“However, it will have to wait for about a month,” Lu Yibei added.
From Hua City to Liming City, the journey is not short. If they wanted timely support, the fastest way was through the Liao Zhai Tavern.
But the Liao Zhai Tavern was currently still under renovation. Boss Hu hadn’t even started repairs yet, so reopening for business would take at least another month.
After all, those lost items and letters hadn’t all been delivered to their Master yet. fleeting life like寄 would occasionally vibrate. If the tavern were repaired too early, the star roof would eventually collapse again.
Lu Yibei thought, then stood up from the chair and stretched.
“Since you’ve made your decision, I won’t say much more. I have some things to do...”
Being alone in a room with a woman made Lu Yibei feel a bit uncomfortable.
Although he and Hua Xieyu tacitly avoided mentioning the engagement, it didn’t mean the engagement ceased to exist.
Being with Hua Xieyu inexplicably gave him a feeling similar to visiting a critically ill ex-girlfriend who was about to die. Although he felt sympathy, at the same time, he had an urge to pull out her oxygen tube.
“Mhm!” Hua Xieyu nodded and smiled, “You go ahead and be busy. Don’t worry about me.”
Some say there are no “green teas” in the world, only understanding good sisters.
It proved that a “green tea,” after tidying up her unspeakable thoughts, was indeed an understanding good sister.
After bidding farewell to Hua Xieyu, Lu Yibei left the ward, closing the door behind him. Before leaving, Lu Yibei paused slightly, leaning against the door, and looked into the ward through the small glass window on the door.
Outside, the weather was perfect. Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling onto the windowsill of the ward, clear as a stream. Hua Xieyu sat on the bed, covered by a thin blanket, gazing out at the tree canopy level with the window. After a long moment of distraction, she bent down and buried her face deeply in her hands—
A sound of extremely suppressed sobbing echoed in the ward.
The Parasitic Kind had caused her considerable harm. Even though she was a Psychic and had An Qing’s exquisite medical treatment, she couldn’t have recovered so quickly.
Her rapid recovery was entirely due to the Grey-Clothed Man who appeared in her dreams.
As the terrifying monster retreated, and the dense fog that enveloped the entire dream dissipated, Liming City in the dream once again welcomed dawn. The Grey-Clothed Man picked up the gravely ill young girl, pushed open the door, walked out of that damp, cramped little house, and stepped into the light.
The moment the grand sunlight poured down, the young girl looked up, gazing at the Grey-Clothed Man’s lower jawline and feeling that incredibly familiar body temperature. Without anyone needing to remind her, she suddenly understood who it was that had always protected her.
However, knowing was one thing, but before receiving a definitive answer from Lu Yibei, her emotions hadn’t fluctuated much. Instead, she was very calm, like the low pressure before a storm.
This kind of thing was like a small thorn pricking a fingertip. Most of the time, it wouldn’t affect a person’s life; only when inadvertently touched would it bring excruciating pain.
“Nice!” Seeing Hua Xieyu finally break down and cry, Lu Yibei excitedly swung a fist in the air and turned away, satisfied.
Cry, that’s right, cry!
Such a thrilling and moving story, and it hadn’t made Hua Xieyu cry. He had even doubted if his storytelling skills had deteriorated.
Now it seemed Hua Xieyu was just too good at controlling her emotions.
Walking out of the hospital and stopping by the road in front of the main entrance, Lu Yibei pulled out a kraft paper envelope from his pocket. He gently rubbed it twice and pursed his lips.
These past few days, he had been tied up with a pile of miscellaneous things and hadn’t had time to deliver Bai Kai’s lost items and letters to Shui Ge.
Now that he finally had free time, it was time to deliver the items to Shui Ge.
“Once Shui Ge receives the items, I’ll ask him for the letters back. That way, I’ll have left a piece of Human Fireworks.”
Lu Yibei thought, then waved his hand and hailed a passing taxi.
Although going from Hua City Central Hospital to Bai Kai’s residence almost meant crossing half of Hua City, and the fare wasn’t cheap—taking a bus or subway would be much more cost-effective—he truly didn’t dare to save this money.
There were too many people on buses and subways, and he was afraid.
“Phew! Master, please take me to Public Mansion No. 3 in the west of the city.” After getting into the car and giving the driver these instructions, Lu Yibei leaned back against the seat, holding his forehead.
The driver secretly glanced at the passenger in the back seat through the rearview mirror and remained silent for a short while.
Noticing the driver’s unusual behavior, Lu Yibei’s heart tightened slightly. He carefully observed the driver, confirmed that he had no dark circles under his eyes and was in good spirits, then asked, “Master? Is something wrong?”
The driver grinned, shook his head, and said, “Oh, no, I just noticed your complexion wasn’t very good and wanted to ask if you were feeling unwell anywhere.”
“You scared me, of course my complexion isn’t good,” Lu Yibei muttered to himself, then said expressionlessly, “Thank you for your concern. I’m just a bit tired.”
Mentally exhausted.
That man, suspected to be the Eclipse Society President, had given him PTSD. When there were too many people around, he felt uncomfortable all over, always feeling as if there was a pair of eyes, like a pervert, secretly watching him.
“Young man, you still need to pay more attention to rest!”
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“Mhm mhm.”
So, after a brief exchange with the taxi driver, the car slowly started and drove along the road towards the west of Hua City.
After resting in the back seat for a moment, Lu Yibei took out his phone from his jacket pocket and sent a message to Du Sixian.
Lu Yibei: “Du Sixian, how many of the urban legend that returned the lost items yesterday have come back?”
He waited for a moment.
Du Sixian: “Expert, eleven returned yesterday. Currently, excluding the one you plan to return personally, there are still thirty-three items whose owners haven't been found. Oh, and today there's one more; the owner has passed away and it cannot be delivered.”
“Phew—!” Lu Yibei slowly exhaled, looking at Du Sixian's reply.
This was already the second lost item that could not reach its owner.
Three hundred and sixty-five letters, three hundred and sixty-five lost items, forming three hundred and sixty-five “mysterious gifts.” However, the delivery of these “mysterious gifts” was not always smooth.
Like a certain function graph, the closer it got to the end, the harder it became to find the owner.
Although Lu Yibei had intercepted memory fragments of those owners when extracting Human Fireworks raw materials, knowing some of their personal information, it was after all only an incomplete memory.
Life cannot always remain unchanged. Relying on information from incomplete memories to find owners is, in a sense, no different from carving a boat to find a sword, and naturally, it cannot always be successful.
Either the owner had moved from the address in the memory fragment, or the owner had an accident and their appearance changed drastically, or too much time had passed and the owner had already passed away. All sorts of unexpected life changes always invisibly increased the difficulty of finding the owner.
However, the good thing was that some letters that could not be received by the owner, after being delivered to their side, could be brought back and kept for personal use.
By that reckoning, I now have two portions of Human Fireworks in my hand.
One for Chatterbox Girl, one for Hua Sang to fish for turtles. If there are any extra, then I'll consider Boss Hu. As for Shui Ge, does that even need asking? That's definitely for myself!
Lu Yibei thought, typing a reply to Du Sixian: “Mm-hmm, I understand. I'll trouble you to continue monitoring the return progress.”
He sent the message to Du Sixian, and before he could receive Du Sixian's reply, the taxi pulled over to the side of the road, and the taxi driver's hoarse voice sounded in his ears.
“Little brother, we're here. Twenty-eight. WeChat or Alipay?”
Looking out the car window, the European-style community entrance came into view. Beyond the entrance, nestled among green plants, five-story Western-style houses were scattered.
This was Bai Kai's residence, Mansion No. 3 Villa Community.
Mansion No. 3 Villa Community 6-5-1.
Before leaving today, Lu Yibei had already planned to bring the lost item and letter to Bai Kai, so he had brought the spare key Bai Kai had given him in advance.
Standing in front of the door, his peripheral vision caught sight of a garbage bag by the door that had been there for who knows how long, faintly emitting a sour stench. He sighed silently, took out the key, inserted it into the lock, and gently turned it.
“Click—click—!”
A soft sound came from inside the lock, but the door didn't open. Lu Yibei was not surprised; he simply turned around, walked to the green plant at the end of the corridor, lifted the flowerpot, and took out another spare key from underneath it.
Regularly changing the spare keys at home was normal for Bai Kai, and Lu Yibei was used to it.
He would always, after three rounds of drinks and in a hazy state, hand over the spare keys to his female companion of the night. Then, after sobering up, he would worry about being entangled by those women with only fleeting affections, so he could only change the lock.
And each time he changed the lock, he would hide a spare key for Lu Yibei under this flowerpot.
Although Lu Yibei didn't visit his house often, he still persisted in this habit.
This was their little secret.
He took the new spare key and opened the door. As soon as he walked in and looked around, Lu Yibei frowned.
This was a one-hundred-and-thirty-square-meter Western-style house. In the lightly luxurious living room, there was a light gray marble coffee table and an over eighty-inch television facing a brightly colored sofa.
He heard that the sofa was made of some high-grade material and was very comfortable to sit on, but Lu Yibei had never sat on it.
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Although in Bai Kai's home, almost every corner had experienced “artillery fire”—
A faint musty smell drifted in the air, giving the house, which should have felt fresh and clean, a sense of filth.
A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the shoe cabinet; a light sweep of his fingertip left a clear mark.
From the looks of it, it seemed no one had lived here for a long time.
“That's strange, didn't Brother Tire say Shui Ge had returned from leave? Why isn't he back yet? How long has it been?”
“Damn it, if you're going to be gone so long, don't change the lock! That way, at least someone would come help you clean up, right? As long as Godmother doesn't find out...”
“Such a grown man, why is he so troublesome?” Lu Yibei thought, annoyed.
Although Bai Kai had many fleeting romances, those Misses didn't necessarily see that one night as just a wonderful encounter.
In the past, some Misses would always come to Bai Kai's home and stay after the fact, planning to use the warmth of a home to make the prodigal son return, until Bai Kai found an opportunity to secretly change the lock.
From a certain perspective, Bai Kai was not only lewd and cheap but also quite a scumbag.
Don't ask Lu Yibei how he knew.
In short, the experience of guarding against Bai Kai climbing into his bed and sleeping intertwined with him at night was truly awful.
After grumbling a bit, Lu Yibei sighed helplessly, changed into slippers, and walked straight towards the bathroom.
After filling a bucket with water and charging the vacuum cleaner, preparing for cleaning, Lu Yibei turned and went out, intending to open all the doors and windows in the entire house to air it out thoroughly.
Immediately after, the moment he pushed open the master bedroom door, a dry, hot gust of wind blew towards him. He stopped at the doorway and looked into the master bedroom, his gaze resting on the tightly closed window, and he frowned again.
It was summer, so hot winds were not uncommon, but for a hot wind to blow when the windows were tightly closed and there was no air circulation was a bit abnormal.
Even more abnormal was that the hot wind continued to blow intermittently after the door was opened.
With doubts, he searched in the master bedroom for a while and found the source of the hot wind—a jar of yellow sand placed on the desk.
The crystal jar holding the yellow sand was similar in size to a teacup; the metal clasp lid at the mouth of the jar was half-open, and the intermittent hot wind was blowing out from the gap of the half-open mouth.
As the hot wind slowly blew, the yellow sand in the jar seemed to be slowly surging, emitting faint, rustling sounds.
It was as if a sandstorm was brewing in that small crystal jar.
But upon closer inspection, he found that the yellow sand was completely still.
Lu Yibei stopped in front of the bedside table, examining the crystal jar for a moment. As if suddenly remembering something, he bent down, picked up the jar, tilted it slightly, and poured a small amount of yellow sand into his palm.
The next moment, he widened his eyes, watching as the yellow sand passed through his palm and scattered onto the ground.
Even when he felt the yellow sand flow through his fingers, his tightly clenched fist still couldn't grasp it.
And the indescribably subtle sensation as the yellow sand passed through his palm felt extremely familiar to him.
Dry, rough, scalding hot, just like—
Just like the bag of strange yellow sand he had found in that dilapidated small Taoist temple at the foot of Da Chunyang Palace mountain.
Why would Shui Ge have this kind of yellow sand at home?
Did he also go to that troublesome Yumen Pass? What was he doing in such a ghostly place when he had nothing else to do?
It couldn't be that he simply wanted to collect this strange sand, could it? He never had this hobby before! Lu Yibei wondered, puzzled.
Even if Bai Kai had settled down after reuniting with Inspector Xing Yuan after so many years, he wouldn't collect this kind of thing. If he were to collect anything, it would only be things # Nоvеlight # that are called art without mosaics and pornography with mosaics.
