I will never give in to Miss Death

Because I couldn't bear to turn on the range hood, the aroma of the soup could only diffuse in the room little by little, and flow through the narrow cracks in the window into the darkness outside the window.

"Don't leave tonight. I'll make you remember my dream."

"Why are you here in Lost Land, little girl?"

"Pull up a chair and listen to me. There are prices and we are open tonight."

In the lower right corner of the computer screen, there are typing software, QQ, WeChat, and music player lined up in a row. They are crying and refusing to fall asleep.

The QQ chat on the left is constantly flashing group chat messages——

[I went to the comic convention and saw the legendary loli editor, she was really cute]

【Why is the picture so blurry?】

[Haha, I only dared to take pictures from a distance. Please forgive me for being a social phobic. It’s already amazing that I dared to go to the comic convention.]

As my hands gradually became familiar with the tapping, the words on the screen began to beat rhythmically -

[Those beautiful ideals that were once promised, expected, not seen, and not remembered, withered away with the footsteps in the pain]

[We will spend the rest of our lives on the road]

Come, let me take you home

[Pandora is an evil witch who knows the most vulnerable desires of human beings...]

What I'm writing...

Why am I feeling so upset?

The meal is almost ready, but a certain death god hasn't come yet? Could something have happened?

Can something happen to the god of death?

If something like that happens to them... I'm afraid an ordinary person like me can't help, right?

"..."

For some reason, while I was typing tonight, I just couldn't calm down.

I even forgot the principle of "cutting off all connections while typing" that I had long been accustomed to. I kept QQ open the whole time, and whenever there was a flashing avatar in the lower right corner, I would click on it to take a look, as if I hoped to receive some information.

Amid the intoxicating aroma of winter melon and bone soup, the sound of a nearby resident talking could be heard from below the open window.

"I heard that a tenant died here during the day. It's terrible."

"No way? Is he really dead? Did the housing manager say so himself?"

"Shh... I finally found out, it seems to be... in the late stage, but it was never discovered. I drank all night that day, and the blood vessels in the tumor ruptured, and I bled profusely. The doctor came and covered me with a white sheet."

"Doesn't he drink with the room manager every day? Shouldn't the room manager be held responsible?"

"That's why they didn't dare to say it in the group. I guess the man's relatives will come and make trouble in a few days. He was only in his twenties, and he's gone just like that."

"..."

I don’t know how much time had passed, but the rice cooker in the kitchen made a "ding" sound.

The final winter melon and bone soup is ready.

I got up from the computer chair, jumped down, went to the kitchen, and opened the lid of the rice cooker.

Suddenly, a rich aroma of meat hit my face.

Just leave it like this for now and wait until the temperature drops a bit before serving.

Back to the computer, I copied out the novel I was going to update today and started checking for typos and grammatical errors.

After carefully checking and revising the manuscript, I copied the revised content into the website's built-in spelling check system and corrected two incorrect sentences.

I then copied the second-checked manuscript to a website specifically for error correction.

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Looking at the prompt that popped up on the website, I hesitated for a moment and took out my phone to scan the code.

[Receive 25 yuan, you have activated the 1-month VIP membership of Secret Tower Writing Cat]

I refreshed the website and copied the manuscript into it again. I began to check the various minor problems in the novel one by one according to the options on the right side of the website such as grammatical errors, typos, and sensitive words.

Five minutes later, after confirming that the manuscript was almost finished, I opened the author backend of Miguabao, entered the chapter number and title of the novel, pasted the finished manuscript in, and clicked "Publish New Chapter".

On the second day of Miguabao’s new book, it received 1129 hits and 52 collections, which is considered... steady development.

After taking a final glance at the QQ icon on the lower right corner of the computer, I got up and went to the kitchen, stepped on a small chair, picked up the only large bowl in the room used for soup, grabbed some paper towels, and poured the winter melon and bone soup in the rice cooker into the large bowl. By the way, I took the inner pot of the rice cooker to the sink to wash it clean.

I returned to the cushion with the winter melon and bone soup, put the bowl in the middle of the dining table, and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

This way all the dishes for tonight are ready.

But why didn’t the Grim Reaper show up?

I tried two rice bowls with saury and pickled cabbage at a temperature.

Just right, ready to eat.

The food on my table at this moment would be considered a "full banquet" for me on a normal day.

In the middle is a large bowl of steaming winter melon and pork bone soup, on the left is his specialty, saury with pickled cabbage that he only makes once every few months, on the right is fresh green pumpkin sprouts fried with garlic, then there are two bowls of rice and two cups filled with chrysanthemum tea.

In addition, on a small table not far from here, there is apple cider vinegar that has just been taken out of the refrigerator, with ice water dripping on the surface. Next to it are disposable cups and washed strawberries on a small plate.

It's been almost two years since I entertained "guests" like this.

The main reason is that when I was working before, almost no one came to the house I rented. Later, when I changed my career to become a novelist, I had even fewer friends.

So I was stood up for the rare opportunity I cooked for someone?

I took out my phone and looked at the time again.

It’s past eight o’clock, which is past the agreed time. I seldom eat dinner at this time.

So she had something urgent to do? Or was she just playing a prank on me?

Damn it, I hate this the most. He said he would come, but not only did he stand up, he didn't even leave any contact information.

If it's some good friends in real life, and he's not there at the appointed time, and he doesn't call or text me to explain, I can at least call him and ask about the situation.

Now with someone like the Grim Reaper...what should I do?

I don’t have her phone number and I can’t travel through time, so how can I find her now?

Thinking a little depressed, I put down the chopsticks in my hand.

Wait for her for a while and save the draft first.

Maybe when I'm typing, the space behind me will suddenly be torn apart, and then a flat-chested guy will suddenly pop up.

Oh, flat chested?

Thinking of this word, I tried to stand up and shouted to the empty living room: "Hey! I see you, come out quickly, if you keep hiding in that gap, your breasts will never grow bigger!"

"..."

Quiet.

no respond.

There is no space crack, no god of death, and no one's iconic long legs in black stockings.

Why didn't he come out even after being called so much? It seems that he really had something urgent to do.

Then I'll reluctantly wait for you a little longer.

After confirming that the guy was not nearby, I returned to the computer and opened the typing software.

Then my stomach started to growl.

"Wait for her for an hour at most, just one hour!"

Thinking irritably, I placed my hands on the keyboard.

It's 8:35 now. If that bad-tempered guy doesn't come by 9:30, I will eat all the food I cooked today by myself!

……

No. 063 Ice Confectionery

At 1800:, feeling a little anxious, I entered words into the typing software and couldn't write any more.

Turning around, there was still no movement in the empty living room.

Did she remember the date wrong?

I came to the living room, took off my slippers and stepped onto the cushion. I was silent for a few seconds in front of the small dining table filled with food, then slowly knelt down and tested the temperature of each dish.

Except for the winter melon and bone soup which was still warm, the other dishes were almost reaching room temperature.

Under the light, my shadow at this moment was reflected on the rich bone soup - smooth hair, big and bright eyes, clean and white face, with an expression that looked a little aggrieved, a little puzzled, and a little... worried.

The sauerkraut cut into flower patterns and drizzled with delicious fish broth was already a little wilted.

Two sauries lay side by side in the middle of the soup.

Next to the delicious dishes were two ceramic bowls filled with crystal clear rice, and two pairs of chopsticks were quietly placed on the table.

Turning around, I saw that the strawberries that had some water droplets on the surface had completely lost their moisture, and the liquid in the two cups containing chrysanthemums began to turn a little green.

"Gululu..."

My stomach protested loudly, and the food in front of me was a fatal temptation to me.

Should I...eat first?

I hesitate.

According to the etiquette of entertaining guests, it is very rude for the host to eat before the guests arrive, which means that the host does not take the guests seriously.

But in this situation…if the Grim Reaper doesn’t come, or if she really remembers the time wrong, do I have to go without eating for a whole night?

Now, since she is already a god of death, it is unlikely that she can't remember the time, right? Is there such a careless god of death?

The young man who was taken away by the god of death in the urban village not long ago and the resident of 502 upstairs came to my mind.

If the god of death remembers the time wrong, doesn’t that mean... some people can live a few more days, while others will die early?

If this were true, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

With a confused mood, I got up, put on my slippers, went to the door next to the living room, opened it, and walked into the corridor of the rental house outside.

Through the windows in the corridor, one can see that the sky over Kamihama City is already full of stars at this time.

The overly bright city light pollution has blocked out most of the stars, and one can only barely see the faint twinkling of stars through the black cloth above one's head.

This reminds me of the story about "stars" that the director of the orphanage often told us when we were young -

"Every star in the sky is a person's soul. If one day you see a star falling, it means someone has left this world. Don't be sad or afraid, because that is the destination of all of us..."

I don’t know why, but even though I was the one who was stood up, I seemed to be more “worried” about death than “angry”.

It stands to reason that a being with a power beyond science like her would not make such a mistake. Even if she really couldn't come due to some emergency, couldn't she just tear open a space channel and travel freely around the world? Couldn't she just take a few seconds to come and tell me?

Something might have happened to her.

Yet I can't seem to do anything.

At the stairs, I tried to stretch out my hands.

The little girl's hands are white and tender, and her ten fingers shine with a healthy rosy glow under the fluorescent lights in the corridor.

Until now, apart from being able to see the god of death, I don't seem to have any ability that is above science.

Even if that Grim Reaper is really in danger, I... I can't do anything.

So there's actually nothing I can do now except wait here quietly for her to come back, right?

After looking at the night sky outside at the corridor for a while, I turned around and went back into the house, closing the door with a "plop".

No, Yin Nuoer, you have to be more cruel.

That Grim Reaper is the culprit for your recent chaotic life. Others stood you up, so why are you still worried about their safety?

Maybe right now that guy is hiding in some gap, secretly watching you and laughing at your anxious look!