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Zhong Kui's Diary
Time is a strange thing. Some people feel that time is too short, wishing they could stretch a minute into two, while others find time too long and constantly think about how to pass it. Those who feel time is short are often workaholics, and of course, those who have little time left in life may also share this sentiment. As for those who find time long, they typically belong to the category of wealthy wives or those who live aimlessly without any pursuit in life.
I belong to the latter group. Aside from pretending to be mysterious and engaging in deception each month, I often worry about how to pass the remaining time.
Fortunately, Fatty introduced me to an Online Game, and after playing it a few times, I became hooked. Playing Online Game naturally requires going to an internet café: first, the computer needs to be well-equipped; second, the internet speed should be fast; and third, which is most important, playing games in an internet café creates an atmosphere.
As usual, I arrived at the Golden Age Internet Cafe near my home. Before I even entered, a young man around seventeen or eighteen rushed out from inside. He was running so hurriedly that he didn't see me and collided directly into me.
At that moment, I decided to indulge my mischievous side and didn’t dodge at all.
With a loud "thud," the young man crashed into me and was knocked back, stumbling two steps before falling to the ground.
I initially thought he would get up and curse at me; I was even prepared for a physical confrontation since it would be a good way to kill time.
To my surprise, the young man got up with a pale face and ran away without looking back, leaving me standing at the door in a daze.
Young man, couldn't you be a bit more impulsive?
Shaking my head, I entered the internet café, paid a fifty yuan deposit. The Network Administrator was an acquaintance who smiled and found me a window-side double seat. I sat down and noticed half a bottle of unfinished mineral water and half a pack of cigarettes on the table next to me. The computer screen displayed a QQ chat window, indicating that this computer was in use—likely someone had just stepped away for a moment.
Not wanting to think too much about it, I logged into the game and started playing. Time flew by while gaming; after completing a quest in the game, I stretched and checked the time only to realize that two hours had passed.
Wow, just like that I've aged another two hours. Time really does fly! I took out a cigarette and lit it; there was still no one in the adjacent seat—probably someone had urgent business and left without taking anything. Suddenly, the young man who bumped into me at the entrance flashed through my mind. Could it be him?
Thinking of this made my interest pique… no, my curiosity sparked as I leaned over to the adjacent computer and opened the chat history with excitement.
As soon as I saw the QQ name, I couldn't help but laugh. The owner of QQ Number was named ‘Old Cocooned Right Hand’. Goodness, his right hand must be so calloused; doesn’t he know he could switch to his left hand? Isn’t using both hands more enjoyable? QQ Number was newly registered; there was only one friend on his list: ‘Isolated from the World’. This name vaguely hinted at some pride and aloofness.
The chat history first displayed the message indicating that both parties had become friends, followed by their conversation content.
Old Cocooned Right Hand: Hello.
Isolated from the World: Hello, welcome to become a VIP customer of the 'Human Game'.
Old Cocooned Right Hand: Is what you have on your website real?
Isolated from the World: Of course, we provide various scripts, and then you come to star in them.
Old Cocooned Right Hand: Oh? That sounds interesting. Let me see a few scripts.
Isolated from the World: Alright, first is Script A. You are a Senior Assistant to a Business Tycoon, who has fallen in love with the Tycoon's Secretary. However, the Secretary is also involved with the Business Tycoon. Eventually, one Secretary is moved by your genuine feelings but gets discovered by the Business Tycoon, who decides to fire both of you. So, you two conspire for revenge and kill the Business Tycoon with an axe in the office, then dismember him and take his body away in garbage bags.
Old Cocooned Right Hand: No way! The woman I love is just someone else's plaything? No, I don't want this script.
Isolated from the World: How about Script B? You are a civil servant, tall, handsome, and charming, with a beautiful girlfriend. Meanwhile, your girlfriend's two close friends are also deeply in love with you. Eventually, these two friends take action to compete for you; they invite your girlfriend to Zixu Mountain Ski Resort and abandon her in the deep mountains...
Old Cocooned Right Hand: Damn it! I'm neither a civil servant nor tall and handsome. Is this script meant to make me feel miserable? No way!
Isolated from the World: Good thing you said no; I almost forgot that this script has already been booked. Then there's only one last script left: you are a student...
Old Cocooned Right Hand: Now that's more like it; I am indeed a student.
Isolated from the World: You and three classmates gang-raped your English Teacher...
Old Cocooned Right Hand: Haha, this one sounds good! I happen to have an English Teacher who's not bad looking.
Isolated from the World: Then this English Teacher seeks revenge; she brutally kills your three classmates, and in your panic, you flee to another place, living a wandering life from then on.
Old Cocooned Right Hand: Damn! Is there not one decent script? They're all about dead people; I don't want any of them.
Isolated from the World: Since you've added me on QQ, you have no choice. You can only choose one of these three scripts. If you don't make a choice, I'll assume you've chosen the last one.
Old Cocooned Right Hand: What can you do if I don't choose?
Isolated from the World: Feng Zhen, male, born in April 1994, residing at Jizheng Garden Building 6-0, Jizheng Road, Qingxiu District, Star City. A student at Star City University. Father: Feng Yuanzheng, dispatcher at the city bus company; Mother: Cheng Shanshan, clerk in the Human Resources Department of Yuanwang Company...
Next is some information about Feng Zhen listed under Isolated from the World. The last sentence states: You are currently online at the Golden Age Internet Cafe, drinking Bai Sui Shan Mineral Water and smoking Premium White Sand Cigarettes. Let me show you something...
It seems that the Old Cocooned Right Hand refers to Feng Zhen, who is the young man that hurriedly fled from the entrance earlier. Most people would panic upon realizing they have been exposed to others, and I couldn't help but chuckle; this must be a joke from Feng Zhen's classmates, and one of them is right here in this internet cafe. I have no idea what the last thing shown to Feng Zhen was, but it probably consisted of some items from his life.
Such a crude trick managed to make Feng Zhen flee in panic; it appears he lacks courage, being just a student with little social experience. I smiled as I closed his chat window and continued playing my game.
I forgot about this incident until one night several days later.
Lingfeng, Ding Fatty, and I were having a late-night snack together. Ever since the Jin Family Incident, the three of us occasionally gathered. What can three men talk about? We started with current events, then moved on to football, and finally arrived at the main topic: Health Treatment.
As soon as we reached Health Treatment, Fatty became particularly animated, speaking excitedly: "Let me tell you, at the Half Mountain Hotel, I witnessed what true skills are! Opening a Beer Bottle there is impressive, right?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Lingfeng laughed.
"Don't believe me? I'll swear it!" Fatty's eyes widened, looking as if he was making an oath.
"Forget it, forget it. No need for oaths. Fatty, you should find a girlfriend. Haven't you won over An Ran yet?" Lingfeng changed the subject.
Upon hearing An Ran's name, Fatty immediately looked dejected and gazed at me with a mournful expression: "It's all Ghost Brother's fault for not helping!"
"Hey, what does that have to do with me? Should I hold An Ran down for you to take advantage?" I laughed. "Besides, among us three, only Lingfeng has a girlfriend; I'm single too!"
"Sigh!" It was rare for Lingfeng to actually sigh, prompting both Fatty and me to look at him.
"Xinyan wants me to go skiing with her two best friends at Zixu Mountain. This has been going on for almost a year now; she keeps asking me to go but I refuse. Do you know why? Because her two friends are secretly in love with me!" Lingfeng downed a glass of beer with a conflicted expression.
Out of nowhere, the script I had seen in the internet cafe popped into my mind, and I joked: "You better go; otherwise, those two will get rid of your girlfriend and seize their chance."
Lingfeng asked in shock: "Zheng Nan, what do you mean by that?"
I embellished the second script I had seen, and only then did Lingfeng realize I was joking, leading to a round of laughter and playful curses.
"Are there any major cases happening lately?" After the jokes subsided, discussing that topic lost its interest. I shifted the conversation again; after all, chatting during late-night snacks is just about having fun.
"Wait, there really is one. Do you know Zhen Shuai?" Lingfeng said.
"Zhen Shuai? Is that the one known as the Pirate King of Star City?" Fatty interjected.
"That's right," Lingfeng nodded.
Zhen Shuai is a legend; he has no special skills but is extremely handsome. He managed to get by solely on his looks. His first bucket of gold came from a night of pleasure with a wealthy woman, after which she casually tossed him a stack of hundred-dollar bills. Not valuing the money he received in such a way, Zhen Shuai left the hotel and went to the Dual Color Ball betting station, randomly selecting a set of complex numbers and then buying five times the bet. Unexpectedly, that lottery ticket made Zhen Shuai rich overnight, placing him among the Billionaires of Star City. He later invested in opening a Computer City. Due to rampant piracy of Discs, it was mockingly referred to as Pirate City, and he naturally earned the title of the king of piracy.
"Zhen Shuai was dismembered in his office yesterday, and the murder weapon was left beside him—a hatchet!" Lingfeng said.
"What? A hatchet?" I exclaimed in shock.
"Yes, a hatchet!" Lingfeng looked at me in surprise, seemingly not understanding why I was so astonished. He continued, "The murderer was quickly caught. Can you guess who it was?"
"It can't be his Senior Assistant or his Secretary, right?" I asked, trembling slightly.
"Oh, you know?" Lingfeng's words sent chills down my spine. What the hell is going on? The script I saw at the internet café a few days ago is actually happening for real, and it happened just yesterday.
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