C2 Voice in the Heart

Shu Haoran didn't finish reading the set of "One Hundred Thousand Years Why" that was said to be loved by all children when he was young, so he couldn't completely understand what was happening right now. He also had at least one hundred thousand reasons that were lingering in his mind, and he needed someone to explain them to him.

First he was dead, stabbed through the heart, killed by his brother, who was supposed to be abroad.

Next, he … Did his soul leave his body? The "he" now existed there, beside his body.

In the end, he was still able to think, so he said that his heart was broken and his brain didn't have the intention to be damaged?

He had never believed in strange powers and was always a little afraid of the current situation. He could think clearly, but he would definitely die. Was he dreaming? On the third day, he felt that it wasn't a very pleasant thing to stare at his own corpse for so long, but he couldn't go anywhere. It was as if the "walking" had nothing to do with him, although he could look down and see that he had feet.

It was a scorching summer day, and the wisp of his soul did not feel that hot. However, his corpse was thrown into the birdless bush. First, it fell little by little, then a piece of land began to rot and stink … Alright, he could only imagine the stench because right now, he seemed to only have sight and hearing. He could not speak, nor could he smell anything.

He could not bear to look at it. His perverted corpse had completely destroyed his stubborn aesthetic sense. He could only look away at the beginning, feeling endless sorrow. He thought that he had loved beauty all his life, yet he died in such a way. What kind of joke was this? Thinking like this, he couldn't help but think about why his brother wanted to kill him. He had actually been thinking about this question for a long time, but he still couldn't understand it, Shu Yichen had given him money to spend, helped him clear his mind, let him handle everything, took the blame for him when he was in trouble, and accompanied him when he was sick … What was good for him really was heaven and earth. It was countless times better than that dead mother of his, not to mention his father, who didn't really care about him. He had always felt that he had only gotten such a brother because of his eight lifetimes of virtue, and his bros would always say the same thing. There was no way that he would be wrong.

So, could it be that he was seeing things after drinking too much? Or was there a guy who was very similar to his brother, pretending to be his brother and killing him? Or perhaps it was some kind of hypnotism that led him to mistake it for his brother?

He thought of all the possibilities he could think of, including, of course, the question of the company's inheritance rights. Legally speaking, if his dad died, the inheritance right would belong to the two of them, and for the sake of getting all the vulgar plots about his brother killing his brother, all the kids in the alley would know. But his dad already said publicly that the company was Shu Yichen's, all of them.

Then, why was it like this?

Shu Haoran's limited brain capacity made him unable to understand, so he decided to not think about it anymore. He started to think about the second question: What have I done in these thirty years of my life? He had heard that before death, people would count their past as well as their merits and sins. He died too suddenly, so he didn't have time to think about it. Now that he had nothing to do, he might as well think about it.

After thinking about it for a long time, he divided his life into two phases: one, when he was in school, he devoted his time to gaming, and at the end he spent it on a third-rate university diploma abroad; and two, after graduation, he dedicated his time to having fun, having fun and making friends and playing with women, buying whatever he liked, doing whatever he liked, and doing whatever he wanted without any restraints or worries. To sum it up, although he did not have much merit, he should still be a good person. He would not rob his family, would not force himself to rob others, would not spend his own money, would not commit any crimes, and would only be willing to take a beating when playing with a woman.

Except Ling Mu'an.

It could be said that the person that he disliked the most in this life was Ling Mu'an, because Ling Mu'an was obviously not the one who cared about him, yet she liked to point fingers and talk nonsense, buzzing like a fly all day long and pestering him. The few times he raised his glass in his brother's arms, he had been completely ruined by her interest, and that woman had even ran over to his house and openly told his father that he could not continue like this!

[Why don't you understand how bad your life is right now!]

[Shu Haoran, how old are you now? How long are you going to keep playing?]

At first glance, Shu Haoran was a beautiful woman, but Ling Mu'an was not. She was a quiet, elegant woman, with her hair neatly combed, her clothes tight-fitting, tasteless, and a little stiff. Shu Haoran had once likened her to a piece of wood in a field of flowers, a stone in a thousand worlds, boring and boring.

He could not remember when he had provoked her, making her appear before him like a housekeeper who could neither chase her away nor push her away. He could only remember that later on, when he had been extremely annoyed and his brother had suggested to him that women were most afraid of being played with by emotions, he might as well play with her and she would go away.

Thus, he began to play.

He started to chase Ling Mu'an relentlessly, obediently, walking around her 24 hours a day. When she said that he would go to the library to read books, he would go to the library to sign up for some courses on hotel management. Whatever she said, he would do, whatever she liked, he would do. Soon enough, Ling Mu'an was subdued by the fake him, and the two of them did what lovers would normally do, including what they shouldn't have done before marriage. When Ling Mu'an handed over her entire body and mind to him, he achieved his goal and tore off all the masks and hypocrisy with an evil grin.

[...] Shu Haoran, you won.]

When Ling Mu'an left, she was very quiet and didn't even cry, but her face was as pale as a ghost. Shu Haoran remembered the other women he had played with before. Every time they broke up, they would be crying and making a ruckus. However, since Ling Mu'an never appeared again, he didn't think too much about it. He continued to live his life in peace, until …

[I think you should know that it has been in this world before.]

Until not long ago, Ling Mu'an called him again to tell him that she was pregnant with his child, but due to an accident, the child flowed away. On the phone, Ling Mu'an's voice sounded hoarse and tired, weak and listless. He couldn't help but feel guilty and irritated. Just as he was about to ask Qin Kai to settle this matter and give him some money to comfort him, he received another photo … Alright, he's already dead, why bother about that woman?

Shu Haoran frowned. He felt a bit unhappy. He had enjoyed himself to the end of his life, but there was a blemish called Ling Mu'an.

"Hmm? AHH! "Blergh …

Shu Haoran's corpse was discovered on the fourth day when it was convenient for passerby A to get off the car. That scene definitely had the same vibe as the X episode of "Walking Dead". That middle-aged man was so scared that he fell on his butt on the ground, his crotch instantly became wet, his face was pale, and he kept vomiting, as if he wanted to vomit his entire stomach out.

Although this was to be expected, Shu Haoran's pride was still damaged by a hundred million yuan. He was speechless as he stood there petrified. After that, that person tremblingly reported it to the police, Shu Haoran wondered if he could finally be buried in the mortuary and not be a ghost anymore.

Soon the police and the medical examiner arrived. They talked a lot and the shroud wrapped him up in a bundle. Everyone had a look of disgust on their faces. Then there was the formalized process of confirming his identity, informing his parents and brother that the living had come to an agreement on the phone, that his rotting body had been thrown into the crematorium and turned into a pile of slag without a single companion.

However, the sad news was that 'he' was still there. He had been by the corpse's side before, but now he was quietly sitting next to the urns, as if he was waiting for someone to take 'him' away.

Those brothers didn't come when they were alive, and neither did Qin Kai. They didn't dare to come after being questioned by the police, and in the end, everyone with him became a suspect.

One day, two days, three days. It was said that his parents rushed back as fast as they could, and his brother was one day later than his parents. When the family reunited, he was a lump of dust in a small wooden box. He saw the sadness on their faces and the tears in their eyes, but he said to the police, There's no need to investigate. This kid did many things that offend people while he was still alive, and we don't want to be seen as a joke by others.

As a result, his murder case was hastily defined as robbery. With the escape of the assailant, the police will continue to pursue him for a long period of time. The deadline was … Ten thousand years.

Shu Haoran was confused.

He could only listen but not speak. He stayed by his casket, obediently "obeying" the arrangements of others, even attending his own funeral. The moment he saw the cement lid, he felt that he was in a miserable state. He never thought that in this world, there would only be a worse state, not the worst state.

"Haoran, rest in peace. Daddy will always love you." His father was crying in front of the tombstone, but "he" heard another voice say, "Dead or dead, he doesn't have to worry about how this wastrel got into trouble."

It's good to die.

"Haoran, wuu, you're still so young, wuuu …" His Step Mum sobbed, "He" heard her say in her heart, [Hmph, finally dead, really, finally dead!]

He was finally dead.

"…" Then his brother bowed towards the tombstone in silence. His gloomy face appeared to be very sad, he did not speak, he did not say anything, and in his heart he was saying [Haoran, don't blame your brother for being heartless, it's just the right time.]

The time had come.

"Young master, take care." Then there was Qin Kai, who also had a sorrowful look on his face, saying in his heart, "Don't blame me, Young Master, these are all the results of your own actions."

The result of the act.

"Young Master Shu, rest in peace." The last person to bow and offer his flowers was his good brothers. "He" heard them say [Sigh, just like that, he died.

Bighead.

He had "heard" all kinds of emotions hidden in the sad atmosphere. Unfortunately, he couldn't laugh or cry, and could only bear it in a daze. Each stroke was as slow as the last. He was clearly dead, but he could still feel the pain … He was also drunk.

The memorial service ended and everyone left. The surroundings became very quiet, without any sounds that made him mourn, but he still could not leave, as if he was still waiting, waiting for something, waiting for something, for how long more, but there was nothing he could do about it. Everything that happened in front of him was no longer under his control, it had nothing to do with him.

Ta, ta, ta.

His high heels stepping on the concrete floor, Shu Haoran looked up with disappointment and saw the late Ling Mu'an. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight, her face was pale, she was wearing a black dress, and her hair was a little messy. Just like that, she walked step by step towards his tombstone, then stopped in front of it.

"You deserve it. Shu Haoran, you deserved to die!"

Woo woo …

"I'm going to drink and celebrate later. It's great that the rice bug in your society is finally dead."

[Wuwuwu …]

"Shu Haoran, the heavens are watching, do you know that there's always retribution?"

[Wuwuwu …]

Shu Haoran didn't know whether he had gone stupid or not, but something seemed to slide down the corner of his eyes. He had been unconscious all along, but he felt the warmth of his tears. The woman in front of him, laughing and cursing, was crying inside, crying like a child, so sad, so painful, so at a loss …