Chapter 0004: To the Death (2 / 2)

“I’ve had enough!” Jiang Xia picked up the hourglass and viciously slammed it on the ground.

Like countless times before, the moment the hourglass shattered, everything froze as if time had stopped.

This time, however, the suffocating sensation of dying didn’t hit, and was replaced by an unfamiliar voice.

Before Jiang Xia could react, her field of vision was already covered by a dazzling white light, and when the light faded, she heard the familiar alarm bell again.

[The dark night sky hangs low and bright stars follow.]

Am I back on duty?

She opened her eyes, expecting to return to that nightmare of infinite reincarnation, only to find herself lying on the bed of a rented house.

The hazy sound of rain came from outside the window, and she woodenly turned on her cell phone.

May 9, 7:00 p.m.

She went back to two months before Mr. Ching Yu’s suicide.

There was no one watching anymore, and she knew she didn’t have to keep up her disguise.

Jiang Xia put her hand into her pocket and felt out the diary, the moment she saw this little red book, the corners of her mouth could no longer restrain themselves from rising.

It sure didn’t disappear with the reincarnation.

For the first time in a long time of torment, she smiled.

Not because she escaped, let alone because she was crazy, but because she had grown to accept the rules of the game.

In fact, after Cheng Yu’s journey, there were other contents that Jiang Xia did not tell anyone.

She slowly unfolded the diary and turned to the last page.

“Regarding Cheng Yu’s experience, I’m sure you already have a general understanding that he had no choice but to commit suicide due to persecution, and I thank you for promising to be willing to help him find the true culprit. As a matter of fact, the true culprit represents more than just a certain person, no one associated with the Murin Group is clean. The contract tamperers, the coercers, the hit-and-runners, the public enrichers, their crimes should all be made public. At the same time, you have become the sole suspect because of his suicide, and there are too many mysteries surrounding that night for you to clear yourself of suspicion.”

[To get to the long-coveted seat, they’ve woven a seamless puzzle, and you are the only variable that can break it.]

Rather than a diary, it’s more like a list of the aggressors who framed Cheng Yu.

Jiang Xia read silently word for word as she slowly closed the diary, a bright light reigniting in her eyes.

The system? A golden finger? Or is it an urban psychic?

Though it is unknown what power manipulates such a bizarre reincarnation, much less what kind of existence this diary is, being a passerby forced to get involved in this right and wrong is inherently sad.

But she couldn’t bear it, letting Cheng Yu die in vain like that.

“Maybe it’s just my damn sense of responsibility.” Jiang Xia laughed to himself.

Or perhaps, it was the motivation given by those few whispers from that Wang Xu.

“I know you’re not a murderer, they’re looking for a scapegoat, and I’ll do my best to stall for you.”

Not only for the sake of Cheng Yu, but also for the sake of Jiang Xia herself, to find out who is trying to frame her and prove her innocence.

“But probably only for thirty minutes at the most.”

Thirty minutes, that’s enough. Jiang Xia secretly clenched his fists.

It was a countdown to her death and to the collapse of the schemes of those who had victimized her.

She flipped through the journal again, and a person’s name had surfaced on the slightly yellowed horizontal grid of paper.

“The son of Lin Yuan, Chairman of the Lin Group – Lin Qing.”

——

Inside the office of the Murin Group, the tea cups on the table floated with a curling fragrance, Xu Yin and Lin Yuan sat face to face without saying a word.

“Man, you’re looking sad, is it possible that you’ve done something wrong?” Lin Yuan asked with a smile.

Xu Yin, as the second largest shareholder of the Murin Group, had long been dormant in this position for a long time.

He wants to climb the ivory tower and take full control of the Inkling Group. Since the death of that old man, Xu Yin has cleared one obstacle after another in the group, not to mention the full support of the Lin Group behind his old friend Lin Yuan.

He thought his plan was foolproof, but not long ago he learned from a private detective that Cheng Yu was still alive.

As soon as Cheng Yu recovers and appears in front of the public media, he is bound to disrupt Xu Yin’s plans by virtue of the equity he inherited from his will.

“Doing business at our level, who doesn’t have something to lose?” Xu Yin thought hard for a long time, but he still told Cheng Yu’s story.

“This hidden danger must be eradicated.” Xu Yin did not expect Lin Yuan to cower in the slightest, and he simply raised his teacup to show his attitude of declaring war.

“It must be eradicated!”

Seoin sighed in relief, his tightly knit brows gradually relaxing as he smiled in agreement.

——

The drizzle through the half-open window hit the volumes on Wang Xu’s desk.

“Accidentally stayed up all night again?”

Wang Xu put down the dossier and leaned back in his chair to rub his sore eyes.

It had been like this on and off for a few months since Cheng Molin’s unexpected death.

Cheng Molin’s death at the time caused no small social sensation, but ultimately under the pressure of the superiors to die of a sudden heart attack hastily closed the case, but Wang Xu involved in the first line of investigation of the Mingbai, his death can not be so simple.

Over the past few months he has bypassed Cheng Molin’s death to investigate the Molin Group, the car accident a year ago, and others who may be involved, only to gradually realize that there seems to be a premeditated web.

These accidents are obviously deliberate acts, but with the help of authority, they are a whitewash of the truth.

Wang Xu can not tolerate these people wantonly, the information he has is already incomparably close to the truth, and now only lacks a party to find out the effective witnesses and material evidence.

“Even, a scapegoat will do.”

——

Rain is still falling, Changping Temple is dense in the rain and incense, Changping Temple presided over the disciples to go to the provinces to exchange learning, the temple is only left to sweep the cleaning.

In front of the empty Buddha’s niche, Ran Yi held three incense cones, and after respectfully worshipping them, he peacefully inserted them in front of the Buddha’s niche.

“You’re thinking of improvising only after you’ve done something wrong?” A lady with an umbrella walked slowly towards him.

Ran Yi snorted coldly as if he had anticipated her arrival.

“This Changping Temple in the middle of nowhere, if we happened to meet here, it would be too much of a coincidence, Nurse Liu Ziqing.”

He turned around, his expression still calm.

“I thought we had a deal at the hospital.”

Liu Ziqing’s reddish lips lightly hooked as her delicate fingers fiddled with her hair.

“That’s just acting in front of Cheng Yu, and I don’t want to waste my time driving two hours from the city to get here just to talk to you about a small, inconsequential business.”

“Small business?” Ran Yi showed a look of interest.

“That’s the same thing as someone saying they’re not interested in money.”

Liu Ziqing smiled disdainfully.

“I’m more concerned about how long the Murrin Group scam will hold out than that.”

With that, she pulled out a money order and a stack of court judgments.

“Don’t you think that the innings of it are more tantalizing?”

Ran Yi squinted his eyes, savoring it with a pleased smile.

“Sure enough, you couldn’t have gotten that close to him with just a normal patient relationship.”

“We seem to be on the same page.

Ran Yi was ready to leave, he held up his umbrella and brushed past Liu Ziqing.

“It’s useless to hold an umbrella, so hide before the rain stops.”