Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Thanks to No.500 Gate for the reward of Starting Coins!

Thanks to the passers-by for the reward of 700 Qidian coins!

Thanks to Zhishouduzhanbaqiandi for the reward of 1200 Qidian coins!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 20 Pulling out the knife for a better world

Unlike those unlucky souls who disappeared after encountering evil spirits, the liaison officer's body was quietly displayed in the bedroom. A steel nail that fell off the corner of the clothes hanger pierced straight through his forehead, leaving a shocking hole. The white brain matter mixed with blood spread under the bed and outside the door.

The person had been dead for some time, and corpse spots appeared on the skin and the body began to harden.

There were no signs of a struggle in the room, and the contact officer's stunned expression was still frozen on his face.

Those wide-open eyes seemed to convey to them a fact - he just accidentally fell when he walked into the bedroom and ended up like this.

The steel nail that fell off the base of the hanger just happened to stand where it fell.

Although the scene looks bizarre, if the police arrive at the scene, they will only conclude that it was an accident. After all, they will not take matters of evil spirits and abilities into consideration during routine investigations.

"So I said long ago that this is a rubbish job."

Duan Mingyuan broke the long silence in the house. Before that, the only sound in the bedroom was the faint breathing of the two people.

They have a reversed day and night schedule, receive low pay, and are often treated as suspicious individuals.

More importantly, this is a profession that deals with death.

From the moment you start working, you must learn to live with death, so Duan Mingyuan couldn't understand what kind of fool would choose such a business.

Jiu Yue had mixed opinions about the liaison officer, saying that he was just an old veteran who had been in the business longer than others and knew a little more, and that he was alive today only because of luck. Judging from the current situation, the old veteran had finally used up his luck.

But on the other hand, he's a strong, good guy.

He maintains the daily operations of this shaky organization and takes all the pressure on himself.

"Calm down and take a deep breath."

"I know."

Jiu Yue's voice became low and his eyes were full of hostility.

There are good people among humans. This is what the liaison taught her. But now, the other party is lying coldly in his own home.

A new evil?

Or a wanted criminal of those companies?

Her mind raced, and every name she thought of made the emotions intensify.

The murderer was coming for her.

The unexpected scene was even more of a provocation to her. Such death was exactly the same as those creatures shrouded in misfortune. The bodies were deliberately left here, waiting for her arrival.

For the murderer, the identity of the liaison officer is not important. The meaning of his existence is to allow her to witness with her own eyes the death of a familiar person due to abilities similar to hers.

Just for such a boring reason...

"Go get the bucket and the mop."

"It's best not to disturb the scene before the police arrive."

September whispered that they also had to hand over the body to the police, and after waiting for a few days, the police station would issue a light-hearted accidental death notice.

"September, remember this feeling, the moment when you want to do something but can't do anything."

She raised her head and stared at Duan Mingyuan in a daze.

Mr. Ming Yuan didn't seem to be planning to listen to her advice. Instead, he slowly rolled up his sleeves in front of her. "I worked overtime all night. I just wanted to relax on the way home, but I found out that my favorite character was stabbed to death by the author. Most people grow up in such shitty situations."

But human power has its limits.

The will from reality cannot have any impact on the fictional world. All people can do is send razor blades to those authors who like to send razor blades.

"And this is the kind of situation I hate the most."

The next moment, Jiu Yue's pupils shrank.

She clearly saw a fleeting shadow passing by the stiff corpse on the floor, and before she could scream, the familiar face disintegrated into drifting fluorescence along with the body.

The bloodstains on the ground and the light spots hovering like fireflies formed a picture with great visual impact.

life energy.

She couldn't help but stretch out her right hand, and the fluorescent light passed across her fingertips, leaving a cool touch on them.

"Then again, my ability isn't something like turning something that doesn't look tasty into a snack."

Duan Mingyuan's eyes swept across the floating spots of light, which, like blooming water flowers, seemed to have received some kind of instruction and quickly gathered together.

In September's stunned vision, the spots of light pieced together the outline of a person.

A man stood before them, looking down at his hands.

Since he can transform evil into energy, he can naturally do the opposite.

The premise is that the deceased is lucky enough to have some energy left.

"This ability itself exists not to defeat a certain opponent or make me invincible, but to make this shitty world a little more pleasing to the eye."

"What happened to me?"

The man stared at his hands and cried out in disbelief. His last memory was that he was suddenly tripped by something and fell heavily on a steel nail that had fallen off at some point.

Then his consciousness fell into eternal darkness, and he knew that his fate should have ended here.

The man's exclamation also made Duan Mingyuan's pressure, which had been rising since he entered the room, reach its peak. Everything in this bedroom was filled with elements that he didn't like.

He thought the rotting takeout containers on the living room table were the worst of it, but the scene in the bedroom was even more horrific.

There was a leftover potato chip bag next to the pillow, with crumbs scattered everywhere. Empty mineral water bottles filled the bedside table, leaving no other space. The power cords on the socket strip under the bed were tangled together, with a sock next to it, and the other one was missing.

The desk was piled with notebooks and books. Duan Mingyuan saw several oil-based pens, but the caps were missing.

This shock was no less than the first time he broke into the nest built by the "intermediate-level" evil spirit.

No, this place looks more shocking than the nest.

"First, introduce yourself."

Duan Mingyuan tried his best to suppress the emotions in his heart, "My name is Duan Mingyuan, I just resigned not long ago, and I am considering changing my career recently."

"Dajiang, just call me Dajiang."

The man said, "You saved me?"

If this is true...

Is there really a person in this world who has the ability to bring the dead back to life?

"Hello, Mr. Oe."

Before moving on to the topic, Duan Mingyuan felt that he had to speak out what he had been holding back. "Before we start the conversation, I have a request."

"You said."

"Can you clean the house?"

The anger finally crept up Duan Mingyuan's back.

As he spoke, his eyes swept over September. September was frightened by the majestic look, and his body straightened up, with his tail standing up.

He emphasized again, "September, why are you still here? Go get a bucket and a mop."

He really couldn't stay in this shabby place even for a moment!

Total number of days on the shelf: 20

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 21 Night Disaster

This was the most confusing day in Dajiang's life.

He lay dead at home for a day before being resurrected. The first thing he did after his resurrection was to engage in glorious labor, moving from his bedroom to his living room, and then from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Book House.

The latter refers to spiritual cleansing.

As noon passed and gathering dark clouds obscured the sky, Dajiang stood in his newly renovated living room, feeling that he had been purified both physically and spiritually.

here……

Is it really his little shabby house?

No one is born to be messy. A messy house is just a superficial appearance, and the essence is a helpless reality.

When Dajiang scattered the books on the table, he also made a plan for a weekend cleaning in his mind. Then he scattered the charging cables crisscrossing on the power strip, and then the clothes and socks, and the bed sheets contaminated with potato chip crumbs. However, when the day of cleaning came, he had to face a terrible fact.

It was impossible for him to clean the room by himself.

Just like when you are looking for the other missing sock, you will never know whether it was kicked under the bed or stuck in the gap of the sofa. There are always limits in this world that cannot be reached by human power.

But today, Mr. Duan and Jiu Yue stepped forward and helped him get his runaway life back on track.

But, is there such a good thing in this world?

Or is it that he is actually dead, and everything that happened today was an illusion after death?

He felt that he could still be considered a good person and had a clear conscience along the way. People of the older generation often said that if you do good deeds in your daily life, your soul will be sent to a better world after death, where there will be no disputes and pain, and every soul can find peace.

Dajiang looked at Duan Mingyuan and Jiuyue carefully. The work they had just done together seemed like a battle. It was so real, so real that the three of them had unconsciously developed an unbreakable comradeship.

"You deserve to die!"

The moment his eyes met Jiu Yue's, Oe received evaluation from his comrade.

After putting the bucket and mop back into the bathroom, Jiu Yue lay down directly on the sofa, holding his waist with his left hand and his tail with his right hand, curled up into a ball, looking like he was about to die.

There was no more sadness in her heart. She just wanted to take off her socks that were wet from mopping the floor and stuff them into the mouth of this sloppy king.

At the same time, the miserable state of the house made her secretly feel fortunate that the person she lived with was Mr. Ming Yuan.

"Human life energy dissipates very quickly."

Duan Mingyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and was very satisfied with his work for the whole afternoon. The way to make this shitty world more pleasant to the eyes is not only ability, but also labor.

The pressure accumulated in his heart disappeared, and he also wanted to answer Dajiang's questions. He put on the energy tester and said, "But you held on for a while until we came over."

After getting used to seeing ordinary people with zeros along the way, Dajiang's "2" felt like a crane standing out among a flock of chickens.

However, the other party used his own death to prove that the value "2" is completely unable to keep up with the strength of the evil spirit. As long as the evil spirit harms him, he will die.

"Who is the murderer?"

Compared to investigating clues and collecting evidence at the crime scene, Duan Mingyuan feels that asking the victim about the identity of the murderer is often the most direct and effective way.

Unfortunately, Dajiang looked like a hopeless person. He thought hard for a long time before saying, "I tripped accidentally."

Another weakling who doesn't even know how he died.

Looking at Duan Mingyuan's disappointed eyes, Dajiang suddenly said, "But, maybe, I mean maybe, all this is the influence of Yehuo's ability."

"Night disaster?"

This was the first time Duan Mingyuan heard of this term. As the organization's liaison officer in Yunlong City, Dajiang finally told him some information he didn't know.

Hearing the name, September's pointed ears trembled and she buried her head in her tail, hiding her expression well.

"Before the accident, I was investigating the Night Disaster. A few days ago, I received a briefing that mentioned a monster called Night Disaster. According to the information provided by the witnesses, it was moving in the direction of Yunlong City."

However, all information about the Night Hazard is fragmentary, as all those who actually witnessed its existence are dead.

Until now they have not been able to confirm the specific identity of Night Disaster, and do not know whether it is an evil spirit or some kind of monster that has never been recorded.

: As soon as the night disaster was mentioned, Dajiang's face suddenly became solemn. "The bodies of the witnesses were very strange. Some were pierced by rain, some were run over by a truck that suddenly appeared while they were tracking, and some cars suddenly caught fire and exploded before the people in the car got out..."

Everyone who investigated the existence of the Night Bane died, in various strange ways.

The only thing they have in common is that they are all being targeted by the god of death, and everything they encounter in their daily lives may become the evil thing that takes their lives.

"I was trying to go back to the bedroom to get my notebook out and I tripped and fell on the steel nails."

Dajiang just felt horrified. He just came up with the idea of ​​investigating the night disaster, but he died tragically in his own home due to an accident.