Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

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 and the body disintegrated into scattered fluorescence. The blood on the ground and the light spots hanging like fireflies formed a very visually impactful picture.

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!
Currently the total number of days on the shelf: 20
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(End of this chapter)