Chapter 22: Because You’ve Seen it


    Who doesnt love money? Lu Yibei loves money quite a bit. Although he wasnt short on money, he knew that he needed at least enough capital to pursue his own dream.


    Theres no harm in saving money despite having no idea what the future holds.


    No matter how bad it gets, once he graduates from university, he can go back to Peony Street, renovate the old house, and open a restaurant.


    Perhaps a bar?


    Receiving tourists every day and listening to their stories while selling them drinks soothes their worries in the process.


    Therefore, he had no shame in asking for an increase in sry.


    Pffft! She covered her mouth. I find you more and more interesting day by day. If youre in danger, wouldnt the normal reaction be to ensure your own safety?


    If that can be guaranteed, of course, I will, he said, rolling his eyes. However, I dont trust you guys that much, so its up to me.


    Yibei did not trust Jiangli since she used him as bait. He didnt trust An Qing either after having had intimate contact with her.


    An Qings body was strangely cold; her beauty was immediately dampened by that fact alone. She carried death with her, and talking with her felt unnatural.


    So, am I getting a pay raise? If not, Ill take it up with that crippled girl.


    Its rare having someone like you here, sheughed. I can make the decisions. To a certain extent, our six main cadre members have the same rights.


    Six? He tilted his head. Arent there seven doors here?


    Well, yes, but one of them died, and no suitable sessor has been found yet, she exined while smiling.


    Wanna see her? Shes one of the best female samples I have dissected, she continued, sping her hands together.


    N-no, lets not bother her.


    Yibei found that An Qing had a strange obsession with the dead. There isnt a single ordinary person in the Night Division.


    When Yibei returned home, Sumi was busy closing the shop. He helped him clean up the shop and devoured the leftovers from noon for dinner.


    The sky waspletely dark; the willows were rustling, and a faint scent of cinnamon wafted across the air. The deep alleys with ck tiles and white walls were showered with tender moonlight.


    Peony Street gradually receded from the hustle and bustle of the dead. There were no pedestrians on the street, save for the asional car driving down the road.


    In the attic of Sumis home, bright lights illuminate the embroidery frame. It stretched with pure white silk, and colourful silk threads hung down from one side like a deformed rainbow.


    vSumis thick fingers were surprisingly dexterous,pletely contrasting his physical appearance.


    Yibei didnt want to disturb him and went back to his room.


    Back in the room, he carefully took out the statue of Ac, the Immovable, and wiped it gently with a wet tissue. He turned off the light and brought him to bed to cuddle.


    Drunk men staggered outside the house, and cicadas chirped in the treetops. The asional car speeding through the empty streets in the distance didnt break the tranquillity of the night, instead adding to it.


    Yibei felt that the world was lying to him. The scenes he saw during the day felt unreal, and yet, his dreams felt real and tangible to him.


    Whats wrong with me?


    ording to the file, the police judged that Zhu Linglongmitted suicide. However, there was a missing weapon, so for them toe to that conclusion was strange.


    Someone cant hang themselves without any sort of assistance, be it a chair or stool. There must be a conspiracy somewhere.


    However, he found the murder weapon in a dream, but he didnt want to be thrown into the mental asylum yet again.


    Lu Yibeiy in bed quietly, engrossed in his thoughts. The moonlight shone on his face, and he gradually fell into limbo.


    He thought of swimming and catching fish with Sumi in the canals of the old street. His fathers face was flushed red from the heat in the kitchen, and his crush, whom he once loved but found it impossible to remember her face, and


    Before he knew it, he fell asleep.


    He dreamt of a yground in school. His ssmates were running wildly in the yground alongside the girl he had a crush on. The borders were shrouded in a hazy mist.


    The sun was still bright, and he could tell that it was a PE ss. The girl was in her sportswear, and her pair of shorts seemed short with her long and slender legs.


    She sat alone on the horizontal bar, her ck ponytail hanging down behind her. She smiled and waved towards Lu Yibei, beckoning him over. Yibei trotted over and sat beside her.


    Are you thirsty? Ill get you a drink! Yibei smiled. He could only smile in his dreams.


    The girl shook her head.


    Are you hungry, then? I can get you some food!


    No I didnt I didnt I didntmit suicide


    Lu Yibei was stunned for a moment. He slid down the horizontal bar and was about to leave, but the girl grabbed his wrist.


    They were all affected by the remaining magic in the room Thats why they came to that conclusion You need to bring justice to me


    Her voice sounded distant and hazy, and her grip on his arm tightened. Her face turned blue, her voice started to be sharper and clearer, and her nails dug deeply into Yibeis arm.


    Find the pair of scissors! My father needs to know the truth! It has to be you because because youve seen it!


    The girl produced a pair of scissors and stabbed him in his abdomen. He felt his consciousness leaving him as blood gushed out from the open wound. He staggered back a few steps, and his body fell backwards.


    Ah!


    Lu Yibei woke up from the nightmare, staring at the ceiling in the darkness.


    He felt parched, and he wanted to get up to get a ss of water. However, he felt surprisingly heavy, as if something were pressing him tightly onto the bed.


    He opened his mouth to call Sumi but couldnt make a single noise.


    Tap tap


    Vaguely, he could hear footstepsing from a distance that crept closer and closer, and it sounded as if it was stepping on some viscous liquid.


    The door to the room was closed. Yibei could barely make out its shape in the darkness.


    Tap tap!


    The footsteps were getting closer, and anxiety crept up Yibeis throat.


    Creak!


    The old doorknob on the door turned gently, and the door opened. There wasnt anyone outside the door; it was dark and clearly not Sumi.


    A chill washed over Yibei like a waterfall, and his senses were screaming at him to move. However, he couldnt budge at all. All he could do was wait.


    The room was quiet, and suddenly the bed shook.


    Through the moonlight, he saw two dents appearing on the beds quilt as if someone were stepping on it.


    In an instant, the force that was subduing Yibei disappeared, and he was able to move again. He flexed his toes, but he didnt dare to move. He shrank his neck and crept underneath his quilt little by little, and just as the quilt was about to cover his eyes, a drop of liquid dripped on his forehead, followed by a second drop, a third drop


    A pair of delicate little feet floating in the air broke into his field of vision.


    That chill bit at his body, and he felt goosebumps coursing through his body.


    The blood-stained girl in the long dress hung from the ceiling; her back was facing him, and she turned around slowly. Blood gushed out from the wound on her stomach. She was smiling, even though it was obvious that she was in pain, and her eyes were ssy and pale.


    Scissors she echoed. Find those scissors and give them to my father