146: Chapter 146: The 4th Official Copy (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark, Please Vote for Monthly Ticket) 146: Chapter 146: The 4th Official Copy (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark, Please Vote for Monthly Ticket) [0 years old: You were born, and your parents nad you Joey.]
[1 year old: You lived in Kwei District, a very ordinary place with no exciting characters or explosive gunfire.]
[2 years old: Your mother took care of you at ho, while your father worked as a temporary laborer.]
[3 years old: When your father was at ho, he liked to lift you up and tickle your little face with his stubble.
You would sll the tobacco from his mouth and reach out to grab his cheeks.]
[4 years old: You weren’t wealthy, but you were happy.
Your mother was cheerful, your father was attentive, and your childhood was bland yet blissful.]
[5 years old: You moved and started kindergarten.]
[6 years old: You started elentary school, and both your parents began to work odd jobs outside.
They took turns picking you up from school, sotis it was your father, sotis your mother, and sotis both.]
[7 years old: You had good academic results, and were praised by your teacher during a parent-teacher conference, which made your parents very happy.]
[8 years old: The neighbors praised you for being well-behaved and sensible.
You were popular with the uncles and aunties, and your father switched to a stable new job, gradually improving your family’s living conditions.]
[9 years old: You had so friends at school that you got along with very well.
They weren’t so great, but not so bad either.
You moved to a smaller house; your mother said it was cheaper rent and you needed to cut expenses to prepare to buy a house.]
[10 years old: Your father’s diligent work ethic led him to be poached by a new factory, and his salary increased.
As a celebration, your parents took you to a fancy restaurant in Crown District.
The food there was elegant and delicious but served in small portions.
You didn’t dare say you were still hungry, but it seed your parents hadn’t had their fill either.]
[11 years old: Your parents often bought things that seed very useful on shopping websites.
But after one or two uses, those things ended up cluttering the place, waiting for one of your mother’s major cleanings to toss them into the trash bin.]
[12 years old: You entered middle school, made new friends, and your grades were good.
Your teacher said you had the potential to enter a good school in Crown District.]
[13 years old: Your father got your mother a job at the factory, greatly improving your family’s financial situation.]
[14 years old: Your parents hoped you could get into a good private high school, and now they had the ans to send you to a better school.]
[15 years old: You were admitted into a decent private high school in Crown District and received a reduction in tuition fees.
There, you made many new friends, and your parents were promoted at the factory, even being assigned to adjacent positions.]
[16 years old: You beca fascinated with the popular idol singer Qi Ke.
In fact, many of your friends were smitten with her too.
Her songs seed to have the power to heal the heart.
Your parents bought a small apartnt at the border of Crown District and Kwei District with a thirty-year mortgage.
Although pricey, now you had a ho of your own.]
[17 years old: You heard that Qi Ke was coming to Dawn City for a concert, and you were overjoyed.
You and your friends camped out in front of the computer every morning trying to get tickets.
After more than a month, you finally managed to snag five of the cheapest discount tickets.
When collecting the tickets, you went to the restroom first.
After returning, you mistook a silver-haired girl wearing a hat for your friend Jessie and thoughtlessly took off her hat.
You then apologized to her.
During the concert, you experienced an even bigger accident—an attack by cultists of the Witch Church.
You nearly died in the theater, but luckily a handso man in a black trench coat saved you.
You returned ho, shaken, and rested for a long ti.
Just when you thought things were starting to calm down, another piece of devastating news enveloped you—your parents encountered an accident at the factory.
By the ti you reached the factory, all you saw were your parents’ bodies, smashed by imnse machinery.
The factory paid you six hundred thousand federal coins as accidental death compensation, but in the subsequent governnt-arranged safety investigation, their report declared that it was your father’s violation of procedures that caused the machinery damage, leading to the accident.
Disbelieving, you knew your ticulous father could never have done such a thing.
You sued the factory in court to restore your father’s reputation.
However, in the courtroom, the polished and polite lawyer team hired by the factory didn’t even give you a chance to speak, and you unquestionably lost the case.
You tried to speak out for your father on the internet, but you found your comnts were quickly deleted, and your account was banned.
The conglorate behind the factory could not tolerate anything that tarnished their “upright” reputation.
In suppressed agony, you prepared a funeral for your parents.
After the funeral, you attempted to investigate the true cause of your parents’ death.
You sought out mbers of the safety investigation team, city council mbers, and the Dawn City Police departnt, but no one was willing to help you.]
In despair, you suffered from gang extortion and death threats.
[Your task is: Investigate the cause of the accident at Avis Machinery Factory]
[Wish you a pleasant ga]
The words in his field of vision faded away little by little, and He Ao’s consciousness beca clearer bit by bit.
The first thing she felt was a sense of weakness and a sharp pain from her wrist.
He lifted his hand, and fresh blood dripped down his wrist, revealing a crimson pattern constructed of blood under the dim light.
It was a dim and eerie hexagram, and at each corner of the hexagram, there was a faintly glowing candlelight, and at this mont, He Ao was kneeling right in the center of the hexagram.
He looked down at the spot where his knees were resting and the line of words written in blood ca into view.
[I’ve lost everything]
In front of the hexagram, there was a hastily drawn portrait of a man in a large overcoat, Roy—or rather, He Ao.
The hexagram had the effect of summoning spirits, and a hexagram drawn in one’s own blood, with a white candle lit at each of its six points, could convey one’s hopes to a Divine Being sowhere in the unknown.
This was not the knowledge of mysticism that He Ao was acquainted with, but sothing that Joey had found on so weird websites.
According to what He Ao knew, this ritual was most likely fake, just sothing made up by the websites for their amusent.
Joey wanted to borrow the power of the Evil God but didn’t know whom to turn to, so he put together an improper ritual, placing his hopes on Roy (He Ao), the recipient of the Dawn dal, who had once saved him.
He Ao covered his wound with his hand, got up, and entered his parents’ bedroom.
He rembered where the first aid kit was and found it, sprayed so coagulant, and hastily bandaged the wound to stop the bleeding.
Then he returned to the living room, turned on the light, and looked at the dried-up hexagram.
This Ritual Array was most likely fake, but in so sense, it couldn’t be said to be entirely ineffective.
He Ao leaned against the wall, feeling sowhat weak from the blood loss.
Although a strange energy was slowly repairing his body, the process was slow.
He Ao looked at his smart wristband to check the ti, five o’clock in the afternoon.
The wristband displayed a missed call notification, with a voicemail left behind.
He Ao opened the ssage, and a sowhat immature and tender female voice ca through,
“Joey, it’s Jessie, I know you’re in a lot of pain right now, but all this bad stuff will pass.
Walk through it, and the future will definitely be better.
If you hear this ssage, make sure to call back.”
“Cough—”
He Ao coughed weakly and exited the voicemail interface.
At this mont, a call from an unknown number ca through, and upon answering,
“You little punk, it’s almost six o’clock, is your money ready?
Rember, fifty thousand federal coins, in cash, not a coin less.
Bring the money to the location this afternoon.
If you don’t show up, then we’ll just have to pay your ho a visit!”
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