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Zhong Kui's Diary
"Oh?" I found it hard to believe that you found Yang Zhou. I'm not surprised at all, but the fact that you even know why Yang Zhou chose to ally with Jiang Chengguang is a bit exaggerated.
"I have an insider in River Gang. Yang Zhou is doing this to find Gong Ping'an!"
"What? Gong Ping'an?"
"Yes, Gong Ping'an. Because Gong Ping'an took something from him, and he mistakenly believes that Gong Ping'an is Zeng Xian's subordinate." Lingfeng's words left me dumbfounded.
I can't believe there's such a misunderstanding; this is ridiculous.
Lingfeng seemed to know what I was thinking and said, "Gong Ping'an has a twin brother named Gong Jixiang, who hangs out with Zeng Xian in Qinghu District."
So that's how it is. Well, even if this is a misunderstanding, what could Gong Ping'an have taken from Yang Zhou? Yang Zhou is quite skilled, and the fact that he is going to such lengths to search for it, even going so far as to ally with Jiang Chengguang, indicates that whatever was taken is very important.
He still doesn't know that Li Feidao has already let the Yang Family go. In a sense, by exposing himself like this, he could be putting his life in danger. Why would he do that?
Could it be that the item taken is the Book of Life and Death?
I also shared my situation with Lingfeng. When I mentioned Yuecheng, Lingfeng sighed and said, "Zheng Nan, I'm afraid I'll need you to make a trip to Yuecheng."
"Okay, I'll find that butcher tomorrow morning and take care of his issue before heading there." I hung up the phone.
I had a casual meal with Fatty and Kong Xuan at a nearby place. After dinner, we agreed on a time for tomorrow and each went home.
After getting home and taking a shower, I turned on the air conditioning for a while and opened my phone. Guo'er had sent me a message.
"What are you doing?"
"At home, just took a shower!"
"Oh!"
What does "oh" mean? I replied with a few more messages, but there was no response from Guo'er. I started to worry, thinking something unexpected might have happened. Just as I was about to call her, I suddenly remembered that Aijia Yu was by her side. My worries vanished instantly; with such an impressive person around, what was there to be concerned about? The lack of response probably meant she was in the shower.
I played Mobile Game for a while, and just as fatigue hit me and I was about to sleep, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" I asked impatiently, stifling a yawn.
"Sir, do you need service?" came a strange voice from outside, sounding as if someone was straining their throat to speak.
Service? It must be Fatty coming over to mooch off the air conditioning again! Thinking this, I shouted, "I don't welcome people who come to mooch off the air conditioning!"
"Really is service!" the voice continued from outside.
This guy is really persistent. Reluctantly, I opened the door, and in front of me appeared a bright smiling face. Wait, isn’t that Guo'er?
"Guo'er, what are you doing here?" I asked in surprise.
"What? You don't welcome me?" Guo'er shot me a glance, her eyes sparkling like water.
"How is that possible? I just didn't think of it!" I scratched my head, then touched my nose, feeling like my hands were misplaced. Finally, I ended up touching the back of my head, chuckling foolishly.
"The air conditioner at home is broken, so I'm here to enjoy yours!" Guo'er smiled sweetly at me, her cheeks flushed. Under the light, she looked stunningly beautiful.
Suddenly, it felt like a runaway truck crashed into the supermarket's food section in my heart, sending all sorts of sweet and sour flavors flying. It was as if a frisky deer was bouncing around—no, a whole herd of frisky deer... Isn't "heart racing like a deer" exactly what this means?
Seeing me in a daze, Guo'er smiled slightly and nestled her head against my chest, softly saying, "You fool, aren't you going to let me in..."
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The summer morning was already a bit hot as I stood at the entrance of Qingxiu District's farmer's market, looking around energetically, completely unaware of my hair sticking to my forehead due to the humidity.
Kong Xuan got out of the taxi with a smirk and was surprised to see me like this. "Hey, are you feeling good because you hit the Dual Color Ball? You look great!"
Fatty followed behind and laughed, "What Dual Color Ball? The lottery draws are on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays. Yesterday was Wednesday; it was the big lottery draw. Cough cough, I don't think you look like you won that either. Ghost Brother, did you go for Health Treatment last night?"
Kong Xuan chuckled, "Health Treatment usually leaves people exhausted; how could you be so energetic?"
This is the nourishment of love; you two fools wouldn't understand! Of course, I wouldn't mention this; otherwise, Fatty would definitely pester me about how many times I was intimate last night and what positions we used... I could already picture his beastly grin.
"Let's get down to business!" I asked Kong Xuan, "Today might turn into a big battle again. Have you made any preparations?"
"Do we need to prepare?" Kong Xuan replied nonchalantly. "If it comes down to it, we can just take them out on the spot; it's not a big deal!"
Listening to Kong Xuan, I couldn't tell if he was bragging or if he really had confidence. The three of us walked shoulder to shoulder towards the agricultural trade market.
"Tomorrow morning, bring your goods to Liu Xi Agricultural Trade Market and challenge me. The second stall on the left when you enter is mine. One butcher's knife each, and we’ll go until one of us is dead..."
The butcher's words echoed clearly in my mind. I often heard such talk when I first started out, so it felt particularly familiar. Generally, those who spoke like this had a bit of bravado; true tough guys wouldn’t waste time with such nonsense and would just charge in and get to it. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I reminisced about my early days.
We approached the second stall on the left, where a lean man was waiting. Upon seeing the three of us, he assumed we were big buyers and his eyes lit up. "What can I get for you three? Pig heads, pig tails, front legs, back legs, all kinds of offal—everything is available."
Hmm, I expected a burly man with a face full of flesh, but instead, it was this lean guy. If I asked directly, he might not respond well. So I pointed at the strips of pork belly and asked, "How much for this?"
"Pork belly? Twelve bucks a pound!" The lean man's gaze swept over us again, revealing a hint of cunning in his eyes.
Although I usually didn’t buy meat at the market myself, I knew people from all walks of life. More than one person had told me that prices at the agricultural market depended on who was buying. If you looked careless, they’d quote you higher prices; if you appeared shrewd, they’d offer more reasonable rates—but nothing too outrageous. Seeing how this guy looked at me, I knew that pork usually went for no more than nine or ten bucks.
"I usually buy from that... what’s his name? Brother Niu? He always sells it for ten bucks," I said vaguely.
"You’re Brother Niu’s friend? Ah! Brother Niu won’t be coming around anymore!" The lean man sighed loudly, but I could see a glimmer of schadenfreude in his eyes.
"What happened? Is Brother Niu retiring?" I pointed at one of the pork belly strips. "Ten bucks then; I'll take this one!"
"Brother Niu? He’s gone mad and got sent to a mental hospital!" The lean man placed the pork belly on the scale. "Alright, ten bucks for you. Since you’re an old customer of Brother Niu’s, remember to come find me next time! As for Brother Niu, he probably won’t be coming out for life!"
"Oh? What happened to Brother Niu?" I asked.
"Who knows? Lately, he’s been losing his temper and threatening customers with knives. Just the other day, one customer found water injected into his meat. Brother Niu grabbed a knife and lunged at him! Luckily there was a stall in between; otherwise, it would have definitely turned into a homicide." The lean man shook his head as he placed the pork belly in a plastic bag and handed it to me. "One dollar fifty cents; let’s call it one dollar!"
"I don't have any change on me, so I'll leave it with you for now and come back later!" I didn't want to walk around the street carrying a piece of meat, so I waved goodbye to Fatty Kong Xuan and turned to leave.
"Hey! No change? I have some here; I can give you change for a thousand!" Lean Man was unhappy. He started grumbling, "Coming here early in the morning just to mess with me?"
Fatty turned around and threw a punch at Lean Man's cutting board. With a loud crash, the ten-centimeter thick board shattered into three or four pieces. Without saying a word, he raised his fist and gestured at Lean Man before striding away. Lean Man stood there, pale-faced, unable to utter a single word.
"Damn it, that cutting board is really hard; it hurt like hell!" As soon as Fatty stepped out of the market, he immediately blew on his fist.
"Hahaha!" I exchanged glances with Kong Xuan and Noodles, finally unable to hold back our laughter.
——————————A line marking the madness————————————
Star City Mental Hospital has now been renamed Star City Serenity Hospital. It is located in Qingxiu District, Old Town District. The hospital building is shaped like the character "回" (return), and I couldn't tell if it was meant to signify miraculous recovery or a fleeting glimpse of life. In any case, I found the architecture quite unappealing, and Kong Xuan seemed to feel the same way. He frowned at the building and said, "Seeing this reminds me of the text we studied about Kong Yiji and the four ways to write '回'!"
Due to the special nature of Xingcheng Kangning Hospital, everyone must register to enter. The three of us waited at the entrance for someone inside to come out and meet us.
Lingfeng had already made arrangements; there were people from his family in places like this. I couldn't help but be amazed by the hidden influence of the Ling Family.
A young man in a white coat hurried out—he looked to be in his twenties and wore glasses. Upon seeing us three, he tentatively asked, "Which one of you is Mr. Zhong?"
"That's me," I stepped forward and shook his hand.
"My name is Zhou Zhi'an. Please follow me," he said after shaking hands with Fatty Kong Xuan and led us inside.
"Niu Yongjun's symptoms... are quite aggressive," Zhou Zhi'an seemed unsure how to phrase it as we walked. "He exhibits a lot of hostility; right now, we can only increase the dosage of sedatives."
When we arrived at Xingcheng Kangning Hospital, Kong Xuan was with me. The signs of the butcher were likely that of a Frenzied Spirit, but why would this Frenzied Spirit be so easily controlled? This left Kong Xuan puzzled as well. With the abilities of a Frenzied Spirit, how could Xingcheng Kangning Hospital possibly subdue it?
Could it be that Invisible Man again? I recalled the previous two instances where Invisible Man had helped us; it was very possible.
We passed through two iron gates and arrived at the entrance of a metal room. Strange roaring sounds came from inside, creating an illusion that the area behind the iron door resembled an ancient Roman coliseum.
I said to Zhou Zhi'an, "We'll handle things here; don't let anyone else come over."
Zhou Zhi'an nodded and handed me the key before turning to leave.
I leaned over to look through the peephole on the door. Inside the room was a massive iron bench, and locked onto it was a burly man with a face full of flesh—yes, this was the butcher I had seen at the accident scene. He was firmly secured to the iron bench, with iron rings around his hands, feet, neck, and waist. The rings were about one centimeter thick and extremely sturdy.
I nodded to Kong Xuan and opened the iron door; the three of us entered in single file.
Upon seeing us, Niu Yongjun on the iron bench lifted his head. His eyes were a vivid green as he roared, "Dead Thing Ang... crackle crackle... Mo Yi'an... crackle crackle... hurt... me!"
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