Subordinate Doting - Chap 162
At the age of 17, he was admitted to the Press Department through his excellent comprehensive performance. At the age of 25, he was promoted to Director of the United Nations Press Department.
In a place where wolves, tigers and leopards are everywhere, Nivea has fought his way out as an omega.
The United Nations calls him the big lily growing in the sky, which means hope that never dies like the wild wind.
Then, twenty-seven arrived.
The soaring eagle had its wings broken and was locked on a high tower. Ji Tingyu’s brilliant life came to an abrupt end.
He was about to go forward, but was stopped by Mr. Zang: “Skip it, there’s nothing to see.”
Ji Tingyu blinked and looked into the space through the gap. It was a bloody interrogation room and a long box.
His whole body stiffened and he retracted his feet like a frightened bird.
The next time the sandstorm blew, it brought them to the cemetery covered with fallen sycamore leaves.
The night was quiet, and the moonlight fell like a flowing veil on rows of undulating tombstones. On the clearest one was a photo of Ji Tingyu.
”Is he dead already…”
He felt empty inside, and his transparent fingertips stroked himself in the photo.
Mr. Zang told him: “Your progress bar has been completed.”
“Life is so short.”
“But you had a wonderful life.”
“Is this exciting…?”
Ji Tingyu smiled bitterly, not knowing where to go next.
Reincarnation? Or dissipation?
Although he died once, he knew nothing about the process.
”Follow me.” Mr. Zang led him forward.
Ji Tingyu found that the light that had been guiding them was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the scenery along the way turned black and white. Compared with the birdsong and flowers just now, it was like heaven and hell.
Just when I was about to say that this didn’t seem to be my life, I saw the protagonist of the next space.
He Zhuo curled up on the bed in the small attic, sobbing while holding a computer. His body, bed, and floor were all covered in blood, like a dark black and red river enveloping him.
Ji Tingyu’s heart suddenly ached, and he forgot that he was just a ghost. Without thinking, he rushed over and knelt in front of He Zhuo. He saw that he was holding a piece of flowerpot broken pieces in his hand and cutting his arm with the knife.
”Brother…what are you doing?”
The cat opened its mouth stupidly, its heart aching.
But He Zhuo couldn’t see him or hear him, and he seemed to have no pain as he cut his entire arm to pieces.
Ji Tingyu watched helplessly as more and more blood flowed out of his arms, as if the knives were stabbing into his heart.
”He Zhuo, don’t do this… stop scratching… don’t do this… what on earth are you doing…”
He didn’t know what was happening, nor did he know what he could do. He used all his strength to call He Zhuo, to pry his hands apart, to hug his arms, and even to block his own arms from the blade.
But it didn’t help.
The knife went through his body, slicing the blood vessels quickly and fiercely.
The blood was almost gone, He Zhuo’s thin body was tottering, his tear-stained face was as pale as a ghost, there was not a single healthy spot on his body, and he opened the medicine bottle and stuffed handfuls of pills into his mouth.
Ji Tingyu recognized that it was the medicine that Baby-faced had given him in his previous life.
”Don’t eat it! Don’t eat this. If you eat too much, you will become stupid…”
He foolishly tried to grab the bottle and cover He Zhuo’s mouth.
But as his fingertips crossed over again and again, he finally realized that there was nothing he could do and collapsed on the bed.
He Zhuo fell beside him, looking in his direction with empty eyes.
”I’m sorry, Xiaoyu, are you in pain?”
Ji Tingyu thought he could see him, so he shook his head and said, “It doesn’t hurt anymore. Please don’t hurt yourself anymore.”
More tears flowed from Ke He Zhuo’s eyes: “How could they do that to you? Why did they torture you like this…”
Ji Tingyu was stunned and realized something was wrong.
Following his gaze, he turned his head and saw a computer behind him. A silent surveillance video was playing on the screen. What happened in the video had happened countless times in Ji Tingyu’s nightmares.
”Why… is there this…”
He didn’t dare to imagine how desperate He Zhuo would be when he saw this video.
Sure enough, when he turned around, He Zhuo had already cut the other arm with a knife.
”Don’t look at it, don’t look at it anymore…” Ji Tingyu screamed loudly and rushed to the bed hysterically to smash the computer, but his body suddenly fell into the air and he was swept into the wind and sand and carried to the next space.
It was still endless darkness, as if this was the background color of He Zhuo’s life.
Ji Tingyu followed him casually and saw that the tall and strong alpha was getting thinner and thinner, his body was decaying at a terrifying rate. He numbed himself with high-intensity work during the day and sobbed in nightmares all night long.
He withdrew from the He family and lived in the mountains.
He spent all his wealth to build hundreds of Hope Primary Schools in major impoverished mountainous areas, and each school was named “Huai Yu”.
He led people to build houses and lay tiles personally. Whenever he passed by a temple, whether dilapidated or prosperous, he would go in to worship and pray. He even did not spare the simple Fude Palace at the foot of the barren mountain.
When he was building a Hope Primary School in an unknown village, it rained heavily on the way back. He was sitting in the car and saw a small red lacquered temple built by villagers on the side of the road. He ordered the driver to stop the car and got off the car without even opening an umbrella.
He walked to the small temple and knelt down.
The heavy rain soaked him completely in an instant, but he didn’t care. He took out incense and lit it for the unknown god on the roadside.
The driver got out of the car and held an umbrella, but it did not help him block the rain, it only covered the three incense sticks in front of him.
After kneeling three times as usual, he clasped his hands together and recited silently devoutly.
Ji Tingyu knelt beside him and heard him say:
”I don’t know what kind of god you are. If you are lucky enough to hear my request, please go and help me take care of my lover.”
”His name is Ji Tingyu. He was an excellent war correspondent who saved many people and exposed many things. I killed him last June at the age of 29. It has been nearly a year since he passed away, but he never came to me in my dreams. If you can find him, please help me see if he is doing well.”
