I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

Chapter 674 I'm Here to Kill You

Dusk hour.

Chen Jinzhi stood quietly at the door of the old house, holding an iced Americano in his hand.

"Never abandon your lofty aspirations."

Time has passed, the paint on the wall has become mottled and peeling, and moss has spread all over it, but the strokes of the characters remain as sharp as ever.

Compared to the capital, summer in Tang'an ends later. The chirping of cicadas, mixed with the sounds of pots and pans, is a symphony belonging to the old city.

After the previous wave of demolitions, the so-called "slums" are no longer synonymous with dirt and disorder as they used to be; the old houses that remain are now inhabited by local residents.

Parents with children would occasionally pass by her, but Chen Jinzhi didn't deliberately pull her hat down or wear her mask loosely. If Lulu saw her looking so unguarded, she would definitely be very nervous, but she remained relaxed.

Despite being a superstar, Chan Kam-chi rarely asks for so-called "privacy rights" from the media and fans. She never gives a cold shoulder when she encounters fans. Many haters have become fans after meeting Chan Kam-chi in person because they really can't find anything wrong with her.

Because of this kind of accumulation in her daily life, her reckless acceleration a while ago, which almost caused a group of reporters to fly, did not change people's opinions of her. Instead, they all helped to condemn the unscrupulous media.

Perhaps because it had just rained, the air was humid and muggy.

Chen Jinzhi pulled down his mask and took a sip of his Americano, which still had some ice left.

It will turn into traditional Chinese medicine in a little while.

Just then, a parent across the street happened to be passing by with her child. The parent was gritting her teeth as she flipped through the test paper in her hand, while the little girl with braided pigtails was reluctantly being pulled along, still looking around restlessly.

They happened to come face to face with Chen Jinzhi, who had taken off his mask.

The little girl's eyes widened instantly.

"I, I, I, IIIIIIris?!"

Her slurred exclamation went unnoticed by the parents around her; her mother's attention was clearly focused on the bright red "37" on the test paper.

"Tell me, how did you get this score? What were you doing in class? I'm asking you a question!!"

Chen Jinzhi chuckled and winked at the little girl.

"Mommy!! Iris!!"

The little girl began to struggle to break free, just like a raging wild horse.

"What Iris! Let me tell you, don't be fooled by how pretty Iris is. I heard from her teachers at No. 1 Middle School that she worked really hard when she was in school. Otherwise, how could she become a big star?"

The parent sighed, folded up the test paper in their hand, and prepared to give their child a good talking-to.

"Besides, do you think just anyone can be Iris? Do you even have the genes for that in our family? Your dad looks like Jia Bing! In the end, it's best for you to focus on your studies and go to university."

Before she could finish speaking, she finally understood why her child was acting like a cockroach that had been sprayed with pesticide.

"I, I, I, IIIIIIris?!"

Because she also let out the same hoarse scream.

Chen Jinzhi raised his finger in a "shh" gesture, then bent down to signal the little girl to come over.

Once released from restraints, the little girl immediately took off running.

But when she actually stood in front of Chen Jinzhi, the little girl became a little timid and hesitated for a long time before finally daring not to approach him.

"Go for it! Yaya! Be bold and ask Iris if she can give you an autograph!"

The parents, frustrated and angry, stomped their feet behind them, as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

"Don't be afraid, come here."

Chen Jinzhi squatted down with a smile.

The succubus has made her move.

The little girl walked over in a daze, and then, still in a daze, was gently hugged by her.

The whole thing felt like a dream, completely unreal.

Until his test paper with a score of 37 was handed to Chen Jinzhi.

"Iris, could you sign an autograph for her? She really likes you. Her house is covered with posters and postcards of you. Her biggest dream is to go to one of your concerts."

The parents were moved to tears.

"This was clearly your own birthday wish, Mom!!"

The little girl shyly covered the number 37 on her test paper, not wanting her idol to see her embarrassment.

"of course can."

Chen Jinzhi took the pen and wrote "Iris Chen Jinzhi" in the parent signature section next to the score.

A highly recognizable artistic signature is enough for a little girl to show off to her classmates for a while.

If you sell it, it should be worth a little money.

Chen Jinzhi closed the pen cap and smiled as he patted her head.

"Study hard, and during winter break, your sister will invite you and your parents to come to the concert."

She didn't say anything like "you'll pass the final exam," but her tone was gentle and encouraging, full of expectation.

“True, true friend!”

The little girl, clutching her test paper, said with teary eyes.

"Yeah, hook."

Chen Jinzhi bent her little finger, her eyebrows and eyes curving.

Such scenarios are just as devastating as a fairy tale where a magical girl wants to make a contract with you.

When the little girl and her parents left, they felt that there was nothing in the world they could not forgive.

Thank you, Buddha; thank you, Christ; thank you, Trisolarans; thank you, the entire universe.

Night falls.

Chen Jinzhi took off his mask and threw it, along with the coffee cup in his hand, into the trash can next to him.

She still has the key to the old house, but the lock is broken and the door opens with a push.

Fortunately, it's so dilapidated that even thieves wouldn't want to patronize it.

Chen Jinzhi stepped into the courtyard. The stone steps were covered with moss, but there were some messy footprints. Chen Jinzhi stepped on these footprints and walked all the way to the door.

The lock remained unused. Chen Jinzhi gripped the doorknob patiently, preventing it from making a creaking sound.

The interior was largely as I remembered: peeling old sofas, shattered windowpanes, a makeshift power strip connected to the TV, and beer bottles and burnt-out cigarette butts scattered all over the floor. A faulty light bulb flickered intermittently, making the place resemble a haunted house from an urban legend.

Chen Jinzhi moved nimbly in the darkness like a cat, and finally sat down on the sofa in front of the television.

In the dim light of twilight, she propped her chin up, lost in thought.

In the surveillance footage of the car accident, the driver of the second-hand van, which had no photos taken, was driving in a rather strange posture, almost entirely relying on his right hand to hold the steering wheel.

Despite his clumsy disguise and the less-than-ideal clarity of the surveillance footage, Chen Jinzhi recognized him at a glance.

Perhaps it really has something to do with blood ties.

Chen Wende, her biological father.

After the hit-and-run, he had nowhere to go and could only hide here like a rat in a sewer.

Ironically, he used to hate going back to this house the most. Whenever he came back, he would find fault with me and my mother and beat them up, destroying the little bit of warmth they had painstakingly built up, and then leave.

Now, he can only hide here and eke out a living.

seven thirty.

The football match is about to begin.

Chen Jinzhi estimated the time, and sure enough, he heard footsteps outside.

Someone carrying a bag of clattering bottles kicked open the already dilapidated door.

He slapped the switch next to him, and the light bulb flickered twice, but only made a "buzzing" sound.

"Oh shit."

He muttered a couple of swear words under his breath, put the beer on the table, and shuffled off to turn on the TV.

I pressed it a few times, but there was no response.

Chen Wende paused for a moment, then turned to look at the power strip.

The line was cut.

He realized what was happening and suddenly turned around.

The long-haired girl stood with her arms crossed against the wall, her face, which bore a striking resemblance to his, displaying a half-smile.

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After silence.

Chen Wende chuckled, walked to the sofa, sat down, and used his teeth to open the beer bottle cap.

"You do have a filial heart."

"Yeah."

Chen Jinzhi responded with an ambiguous sound, his condescending gaze devoid of any emotion.

"Thanks to you, your old man got out of prison, aren't you going to come and see him?"

Chen Wende took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes.

"Is life inside easy?"

Chen Jinzhi did not answer, but instead asked a question with a smile.

Chen Wende remained silent for a long time, his teeth aching from the hatred he felt.

He had a disability in his left hand and should have received some preferential treatment in prison. However, it was obvious that someone had made prior arrangements, and he would be beaten and kicked whenever he was not careful. He spent every night in pain and fear.

In the quiet of the night, he would also think of the past.

Did his wife, whom he tormented, despised, and abused, experience a life similar to his life in prison before she died?

Even with these thoughts, he still felt no remorse.

Is regretting it useful?
Chen Wende already knew that there were no ghosts, no underworld, and no road to the Yellow Springs in the world.

Because if she were alive, she would have come to claim my life long ago.

Besides, he has already paid back everything he owed during his time in prison.

"Did I ever tell you that if I ever see you again, I will kill you?"

After finishing his beer, Chen Wende stood up, slightly drunk.

With a "buzzing" sound, the faulty light bulb suddenly lit up, making him look like a demon crawling out of a grave.

"Without me, there would be no you. No matter how much you hate me, you still have my blood flowing in your veins."

He chuckled, his eyes bloodshot.

"Tell me, is the man surnamed Su dead? Are you now the daughter of a murderer?"