I will never give in to Miss Death

"Xiao Ai will be in charge of her Yaedou book, and you can be in charge of Mi Gua Bao's new book."

The editor-in-chief looked nonchalant: "There is no conflict, and after the new website goes online, Yaetang and Miguabao will be two different domain names, just the databases will be together."

The rabbit hesitated: "Well... okay."

"That's all for today. Nuoer, give me your payment code."

In front of the store, at the signal of the owner of Yaedo, I took out my mobile phone and clicked on the payment code.

With a "beep" motion, Lu Xinjian transferred one thousand yuan to me quickly.

"receive."

When I saw the message “Alipay received 1000 yuan” pop up on my phone screen, I was delighted and politely nodded slightly to the owner of Yaedo.

"It's half past five. Let Nuoer go back first."

Patting my shoulder and motioning me to go downstairs with him, Lu Xinjian said to Elodie and the editor-in-chief: "It's not safe for a girl to be outside alone. I'll go and see her off."

"Why don't you just drive the person back?"

The editor-in-chief suggested, “In case something goes wrong on the way.”

"No need."

I quickly waved my hands and said, "I came here by bus alone, and it's no problem to take the bus back."

"That's fine, then Lao Lu, you take them to the station."

"okay."

Lu Xinjian, the boss of Yaetang, looked at the rabbit backpack behind me and said, "Have you taken all your things? Did you leave anything behind?"

“I’ve taken them all.”

I twisted my body to indicate the backpack behind me and the phone in my pocket.

"Okay, if you find out you left anything behind when you get back, just tell your editor."

As if he treated me like a child, Lu Xinjian grabbed my arm and led me to the stairs.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll go get the car from the garage."

After separating from the man at the first-floor entrance of the convention center, I walked to the exit of the underground garage on the side, and soon saw a somewhat shabby car driving out.

"Come on up, I'll take you to the station."

"Thank you."

I opened the back door, got in, and sat obediently in the back seat.

Lu Xinjian, who was standing in front of him, hesitated for a moment: "How about I just take you back?"

"No need really."

Thinking that there might be a certain death waiting in my house at night, I used a somewhat tough tone: "I am used to living alone."

"Ok."

Seeing what I said, Lu Xinjian had no choice but to roll up the car window.

"Um...Yin Nuoer, your name is Yin Nuoer, right?"

As they drove to the station near the convention center, Lu Xinjian said tentatively, "I just got a call from the hospital. My daughter...my daughter is recovering very well. She will probably be out of the intensive care unit tomorrow. Can you...can you come to the hospital tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? We all want to meet you."

Finally, as if he also felt that this was inappropriate, the father added: "Of course, if you don't want to, forget it."

At this moment, my mind was full of the figure of the god of death, and I sat in silence in the back seat of the car for a long time.

——"I'll try my best."

No. 059 seems to have appeared in a dream...

Maybe it was the rush hour after get off work, it took me about 40 minutes to get from the rental house to the convention center by bus in the morning, but it took me a full hour to go back.

Moreover, the bus was very crowded throughout the journey, and many office workers were even squeezed to the back row, where there were no handrails and they could only rely on the chairs next to them to maintain their balance.

There were so many people here, and it was difficult for me to type in the hot and noisy environment. I could only sit in the corner by the window, holding the rabbit backpack that contained all my "luggage" and checking the messages on my mobile phone.

Whether it is the author group, reader group, anime group or game group, today's QQ messages are almost all discussing "Yaedo has hired a new loli editor". Various photos of me have been spread everywhere, and I was even suspected of "photographing at the comic convention and retouching the photos". Later, passers-by kept coming out to confirm that "there is no retouching or beauty filter, this little loli looks like this", and the popularity of the two websites of Yaedo and Miguabao increased a lot.

As for the WeChat group, the overall atmosphere seems quite weird.

I seldom use WeChat. In my eyes, it is a tool mainly used by elders, those who like to run friend circles or businessmen. Moreover, my impression of WeChat was not very good at the beginning. It was just a tool that skirted the rules. It emerged in the era when QQ was the only dominant player. Its main function was to use the shake function. Some college students with strong sexual desires or bored and lonely middle-aged people would shake their phones every day to meet people nearby, chat with them for a while, and then go to get a room after agreeing on a price.

I was still in middle school at the time and I clearly remember that my classmates were discussing who had downloaded WeChat on their mobile phones and who was the screwdriver and so on.

Later, by skirting the rules and gaining popularity, WeChat began to promote features such as "free text messages" and "free calls" to middle-aged and elderly people, encouraging them to download WeChat and establish a circle of friends for the elderly.

Your elders, bosses, and leaders are all using WeChat, do you use it?

So the people I add on WeChat are basically adults, bosses, leaders, teachers, or tenants of the Snail House apartment.

[What's going on over there in Building 3? Why did I see so many police officers when I passed by just now? Did someone commit a crime? ]

[There was also an ambulance. I saw a few nurses go in and carry someone out. It was so scary.]

At this time, everyone in the Snail House apartment group seemed to be discussing what was happening in Building 3 where I was, and many people posted photos taken on the scene.

In these photos, we can see many policemen questioning nearby residents and property managers, and a doctor in a white coat holding a notebook and recording something.

[The face is covered with a cloth, there is probably no hope for him]

[Murder case? Is it that scary? Don’t scare me]

[What the hell? Someone really died? Can't the housing manager explain this? It's 2022 now, and someone broke into a house and killed someone?! ]

Later, perhaps because the situation in the group was getting out of control, several room managers came out to explain the matter.

[Everyone calm down, it's not what you said, relax]

[@Everyone, let me make a unified statement here. Last night, the resident of 3 in Building 502 drank with the property manager all night. He didn't get enough rest in the morning and quarreled with his girlfriend. He was very emotional. At 10 o'clock this morning, the property manager went to 502 for inspection because he was worried. He found that he had lost consciousness and immediately called an ambulance for him. This is not a homicide case. Please don't spread rumors.]

[The doctor's preliminary examination results showed that the tenant was in shock due to ruptured blood vessels and excessive bleeding. He is currently receiving emergency treatment in the hospital.]

[Please take care of your health, rest on time, drink less and smoke less]

If you scroll down further, you will see the suspicions of tenants living in various small apartments.

[No way? This happened after drinking a little wine at night? A ruptured blood vessel? Which blood vessel?]

[I work the night shift, will I be like this someday? I like drinking too!]

[Can he be saved? What does the doctor say? ]

[That's not right. If he was in hospital, why did the police come? ]

I scrolled to the bottom of the group but didn't see the property manager explaining the incident again. It was obvious that they were going to handle it coldly.

Even if I have to guess, I know that Mr. Zhang Weirong from 502... is probably no longer alive.

Moreover, the person died before the ambulance arrived. The doctor may have tried to rescue him on the spot for a while, and only covered him with a white cloth when he found that he could not be saved.

As for the police, they probably came there to rule out the suspicion of homicide.

The main source of income for a small apartment is rent. Even though it is 2022, there will definitely still be people who care about things like "death" - if someone has died in a rental house, would you dare to rent it?

Therefore, the best way is to deal with it calmly. Just say that he passed out due to drinking and was taken away by an ambulance. Then comfort the tenants in the group and do something else.

If a tenant brings this up again, or starts to make a fuss, use the famous saying: "Be warm and polite, but know nothing when asked."

Is someone dead? I don’t know. The hospital didn’t give me any information.

502 tenant? You should ask the A property manager.

I don't know what's going on either, let me ask the manager of Room B.

In short, just pretend to be dead and that's it.

"I don't know if Miss Death will come at this time."

At 6:20 in the evening, I finally got off the crowded bus, walked along the exit of the bus company for a long time, and dragged my tired body back to the rental house where I had lived for several years.

At this time, the doctors and policemen that the tenants had photographed in the WeChat group had disappeared. Tenants who had just returned from work were constantly dragging their electric bikes to charge on the first floor, or carrying small bags down from upstairs to buy vegetables at the market.

The sky was still as gloomy and sultry as it was in the morning. It seemed like it would rain at any time, but no one knew when.

“Ding ding ding… unlocked.”

Enter the password and confirm, and the password door in front of you will pop open with a creaky sound.

"I'm back……"

I cautiously entered the house and looked around the quiet room. After confirming that no one was in the house, I closed the door behind me.

It looks like Miss Death hasn't arrived yet.

Thinking of "Miss Death", the fragment of the dream I had during the lunch break emerged in my mind again.

Did I...did I really know that guy before?

Isn’t this dream of another world that was created because I’ve been writing novels every day recently?

I changed into the little slippers at the door, put the Coke in the rabbit backpack into the refrigerator, took a sip of boiled water, and jumped onto the computer chair with a "click".

Originally, when the uncle did this, the computer chair would spin a full circle on the spot. This time, perhaps because he was too light, the chair only moved a little.

What I am now 100% sure of is that... I know that Grim Reaper, and it seems that we used to have a very good relationship.

If the dreams about other worlds that I have been having these past few days are really what happened in my and the Death Girl’s “previous life”, then she is most likely “helping” me instead of “punishing” me these past few days.

I just can’t figure out what these magics and past lives are like.

After all, there are too many similar settings. For example, there are several types of "time travel", such as reincarnation and body traveling through time. The magical rules of the other world in each novel world are different. Not to mention the other world, even the characters related to death in this world include Meng Po, God, the undead, Yama, etc. Wouldn't the rules of the other world be so numerous that even a setting collection of millions of words cannot be written down?

If I lost my memory due to "reincarnation", then it seems useless for me to speculate here alone.

After resting for a while on the computer chair, I decided to go buy some groceries and cook, and wait for the Grim Reaper to come and ask her these questions directly.

[I'm going to buy groceries. The location is Xingyuan Supermarket, a commercial street about one kilometer southeast of the rental house. I'll be back in half an hour at most.]

I took out a piece of letter paper from under the computer desk, wrote this line on it in a clean and cute lolita font, then cut the tape, got up and walked to the largest appliance in the room besides the computer - the refrigerator, and stuck the paper on it.

Although I know that with the ability of the Grim Reaper to go anywhere and read everyone's privacy, I probably don't need to introduce my whereabouts like this.

After doing all this, I roughly fixed my long hair and suspender jeans in front of the mirror, emptied the contents of the rabbit backpack, and put a plastic bag left over from previous shopping in it.

"I hope I can get all the answers from some unreasonable guy when I come back."

No. 060 Little Loli’s Hospitality

At 6:30 in the afternoon, especially on holidays, there are a lot of people in the supermarket.

As the largest and longest-running supermarket in the center of the commercial street in the central district of Kamihama City, a unique ecology has been formed here - the main supermarket on the second floor, a small shopping mall on the first floor, and various independent shops: clothes, shoes, cosmetics, food and drinks, and even several fast food restaurants similar to "KFC", but the names are generally shocking, such as "Ken Deqi", "Ken Da Ji", "Mai Don Lao" and so on, except for Wallace.

The Wallace on the first floor here is an authentic official chain store, and the products are super cheap. And I don’t seem to have seen any copycat Wallace stores. I don’t know if no one thinks highly of this brand.

"If you spend 58 yuan, you can come here to participate in the lucky draw!"

"Today's specials: Black Beauty watermelon 1.98 yuan per pound, Shiranui mandarin orange 4.98 yuan per pound, Kamihama Kita-Yang District premium beef 45 yuan per pound, pork bones..."

"When you are in the elevator, please keep an eye on your children and do not stick your head or hands out of the elevator to avoid accidents..."

In addition, there is another reason why I like this big supermarket, that is, the activities here are very simple and crude, and when they hold an activity, the specific content of the activity is clearly written at the entrance, with red and black fonts enlarged and bold, without any weird premises like "forward to 10 groups", "ask friends to help cut a price", "scan the QR code and follow the WeChat account", etc. Discounts are discounts, just buy what you like, and there will be a lottery if you spend more than 58 yuan. You can take the receipt to the activity area on the first floor and give it to the waitress to draw, and the lottery can be redeemed on the spot.

For example, today's event is that you can draw a prize once you spend 58 yuan, and you have a % chance of winning. The first prize is a small household refrigerator.

Although all I got in the last few years were consolation prizes, like a small bottle of water, a pack of napkins, etc., but it's better than nothing and it can make me feel better at least.

"Welcome to Xingyuan Supermarket!"

I took the elevator and went straight to the main supermarket on the second floor. I took the small cart on the left hand side and pushed the cart forward with a little force. With a "whoosh" sound, I happily used the small cart to slide a few meters on the open space at the entrance of the supermarket, and then went straight to the supermarket vegetable market.

There is a famous saying in a certain game: Even if an antique is worth a fortune, the happiness it brings to people is only for the moment they first own it.

When I go shopping in the supermarket, every time I put the daily necessities I like into the shopping cart, the joy I get is like choosing one favorite antique after another.

This kind of happiness is particularly evident when wages and bonuses are just paid.

Such as this moment.