Chapter 47 Anger and Sorrow
"Brother Le, if you're short on cash, forget about it, really, just forget about it." The cousin was clearly frightened, his voice trembling with a hint of tears.
They were in the same boat; there was no question of one threatening the other. Of course, he had initially only intended to use their relationship to mooch some more money.
If he pushed his cousin too hard...
Yes, his cousin was the mastermind. And him?
He was also involved, even acting as a go-between. His crime wasn't necessarily lighter than his cousin's. As for the truck driver, he was practically a killer.
So, he dared not push his cousin too hard; he was afraid too.
Zhou Ze finally understood why Xu Le had so little money after he possessed his body. The bookstore's losses were one factor, but the other was that Xu Le had spent most of his money on that one thing.
It was absurd.
It was laughable.
In the end,
the reason for his death was actually this.
Despondently, he sat back in the chair, looking at the shards of glass embedded in his palm, watching the blood drip continuously.
He didn't stop the bleeding, nor did he feel much pain.
In fact, he found it quite amusing.
Even the best black comedy couldn't capture the irony he felt now, could it?
The man he had always considered weak,
spineless,
useless,
even so pathetic that he felt sorry for him,
was actually the mastermind behind his murder!
Everything, after going around in circles, seemed to have come full circle.
Yes,
you could say karma comes around!
Yes,
you could see it as fate!
Yes,
you could cheer that heaven has eyes, and that what goes around comes around!
But those were all the views of bystanders. Bystanders wanted to see a wicked story end with the bad guy punished and the good guy compensated.
It would make them feel safe and good,
making them eat a few more bites of rice at dinner.
However,
who would pay for his original life?
Zhou Ze lowered his head slightly, his body starting to convulse slowly.
An intense feeling of anger began to fill his whole body.
Doctor Zhou,
Director Zhou,
he had come out of the orphanage, taking each step arduously, each step with difficulty!
He had no connections, no background, and had managed to climb up the hospital system through his own efforts and strength, while adhering to his medical ethics, hoping to achieve greater success and a higher position.
He was cautious and walked on thin ice!
He had finally reached that position at that age,
and had finally made a name for himself in the field with his medical skills.
How much sweat had he shed?
The countless times he had encouraged himself when lying in bed at night,
and even the countless times he had swallowed his anger!
Gone,
all gone!
Just because of that bastard waste,
who discovered his wife's secret crush on him.
His own wife wouldn't sleep with him,
he was aggrieved,
he was angry,
he was unwilling!
He wouldn't reflect on why he had given up all his dignity to be an live-in son-in-law,
he wouldn't reflect on why he was looked down upon everywhere,
he wouldn't reflect on himself,
or examine himself.
He turned his anger towards himself!
It would have been one thing if he really had had an affair with his wife,
but at that time, he had completely forgotten about that intern he had supervised years ago!
He was completely unaware,
but on the way home from work, at the traffic light where he was taking a cake and a gift to celebrate Children's Day with the kids at the orphanage,
the truck driver who had been paid,
simply stepped on the gas,
and directly crushed the life he had worked so hard to build!
"Brother Le, well, I'll go first. Take care of yourself."
The cousin dared not linger any longer. He turned around, pushed open the bookstore's glass door, and left. He still had to pick up his father from the hospital and take him home. Plus, with Zhou Ze in this state, he was afraid of provoking his cousin, who was usually a bit of a romantic, gentle and weak, but who, when he got angry, even he found frightening!
"I'm going to kill that guy, kill him! With the money I got from her, kill him, ahhhhhhh!"
The cousin still remembered the distorted look on his cousin's face half a year ago that evening when he placed several stacks of money in front of him and said those words.
This cousin, whom he had secretly ridiculed, thinking him soft, cowardly, and even willing to marry into the family and not even let his children bear his surname,
in that dusk,
completely changed the image he had of him in his heart.
Looking at his cousin's back, Zhou Ze's bleeding palm repeatedly grew and retracted its nails.
Strands of black energy swirled around his fingertips.
Zhou Ze's eyes also had a mix of blood-red and black violent luster intertwined.
This was his enemy,
one of the masterminds of his murder.
He wanted to keep this person here forever,
he wanted Bai Yingying to treat this person as food, suck all the blood from his body, and turn him into a dried-up corpse!
But, he left just like that,
and Zhou Ze, from beginning to end,
didn't make a move.
He didn't even stand up and shout "Stop!"
Reason,
this damned reason,
this reason that was despairing and almost collapsing!
Zhou Ze knew that he couldn't kill him.
Even if he didn't care about his identity as a ghost servant and the other consequences of avenging himself,
just saying that if he killed him,
what would the driver in prison think after learning about this?
Would he think that he was killing him to silence him?
Then, would he have to kill that driver as well?
Yes, the driver was the first killer who murdered him!
It was that damn bastard who had been staring at him that night, and then ran the red light at the intersection and crashed into him!
The cousin deserved to die,
and that driver deserved to die even more!
But if these two people were killed, no matter what method was used to hide and arrange an accident scene,
the police would definitely be able to find the abnormality.
At that time, a line would become clear!
In fact,
the most crucial thing was that the real person who spent money to hire the killer was the current Zhou Ze!
He was the real mastermind!
If he wanted revenge, killing them would be equivalent to exposing himself.
They had already ruined his first life,
so was he going to
ruin the opportunity he had finally obtained to return to life?
Ruin his
second life?
Zhou Ze clenched his fists and slammed them heavily on the counter.
"Bang!"
A burst of dizziness,
Zhou Ze staggered, took several steps back, leaned his back against the corner of the wall, and slowly sat down.
His blood-soaked hand covered his eyes,
and the other hand unconsciously scratched on the tiles.
You are angry,
but you have no way to vent,
this,
fucking life!
This goddamn heaven has eyes,
this is simply a bastard-like cycle of karma!
In my previous life, I saved many people, and helped many people!
Tears dripped from the corner of Zhou Ze's eyes.
Everyone has their fragile moments, and the only thing they can do is cover their crying eyes with their hands;
everyone also has times when they complain about the world and resent the injustice of the world. Not everyone is a pure robot, who can always calmly analyze themselves when they encounter something.
Zhou Ze in his previous life, believed that he had not done anything against his conscience. In his hands, the lives of many patients had been saved, and the lives and families of many people had been rescued.
He did not indulge himself, nor did he go with the flow. Even though he had a strong desire to climb up and advance, he still adhered to his duty as a person and as a doctor. Therefore, when he climbed up, the difficulty he faced and the effort he needed to put in were greater than those who would bow their heads!
In the corner of the counter, there was a piece of hell money lying there.
It should be one of the paper bills he had burned after returning that night.
As Bai Yingying said, hell money given by the dead is equivalent to yin virtue.
Heh,
perhaps it was because heaven saw that he had accumulated too much merit in his previous life, so he gave him compensation in this life.
Letting him "rebirth", directly having a beautiful wife, letting him have a bookstore, and even, in order to show his "clear sky master" brilliance,
letting him come out of hell, when his soul was swaying and about to collapse and dissipate on the side of the road,
he ran into Xu Le, who was mistakenly killed by a small thief.
Let him, inherit Xu Le's life.
Let this guy who originally masterminded his murder, pay the price that heaven considered justified.
But... who asked him, Zhou Ze, if he agreed?
To the point that,
he was now,
unable to even take revenge!
When that bastard walked up to him and talked about hiring someone to kill the doctor,
he could only sit there dejectedly,
motionless!
The afterglow of the setting sun,
sprinkled on the corners of the bookstore's entrance,
taking away today,
the last trace of warmth.
"Oh right, I just developed a new strawberry juice. Would you like to try the flavor first, and I'll make some improvements?" Xu Qinglang pushed the door open and walked in with a wine glass.
Seeing Zhou Ze sitting in the corner with blood on his hands, he was stunned for a moment, then immediately put down the strawberry juice and ran over, squatting down next to Zhou Ze.
"What's wrong?" Xu Qinglang asked.
"Why... is this unfair... no... this damn fairness." Zhou Ze muttered to himself.
Xu Qinglang was silent. He didn't know what had happened to Zhou Ze to make him like this. The Zhou Ze he had always known was very rational and indifferent at all times.
Even with his rigor and rigidity, he would occasionally joke with you. He was a very self-disciplined person, but self-disciplined people tend to be more helpless when they collapse after encountering a blow.
At this time, Zhou Ze made Xu Qinglang feel like he was seeing himself that day when the little loli took away his parents' souls in the store.
He complained about unfairness,
because the Zhou Ze next door was also a ghost,
but the little loli let him exist, and instead took away the souls of his parents.
Xu Qinglang sighed,
reached out and put his arm around Zhou Ze's shoulder, letting Zhou Ze's forehead rest on his chest, and also echoed:
"Brother, although I don't know what happened, I can empathize with your current mood.
Even the most awesome Chopin can't play our sadness."