QT- I’m Almost Died
Chapter 232. Teacher Fan: This World Belongs To Me
Zhou He was a die-hard fan of Su Fengxi. Of course, when Fan Jialuo’s prophecy came true and Su Fengxi appeared at the concert with such a hideous and ugly appearance, his beautiful impression of her was completely shattered. But he was different from ordinary people, he wouldn’t become a fan of Fan Jialuo just because Su Fengxi’s image collapsed.
That person did have some peculiarities, but dislike is dislike, no reason needed. Seeing his face and hearing his voice instantly brought a wave of nausea to Zhou He’s mind. This was Zhou He’s most immediate feeling towards Fan Jialuo.
He posts about hating Fan Jialuo online almost every day, and even though he is often harassed and insulted by his fans, he has never given up. He dislikes his unconventional style, the calmness and indifference in his eyes, and especially his seemingly all-seeing eyes.
But today, he forgot to do his “homework,” and just held his phone tightly, staring intently out the window through the gap in the thick curtains.
His father tried to peek through the curtains, but was coldly shooed away, “Pa, go back and watch over Huihui. Don’t come near here.”
With gray hair and red, swollen eyes, Father Zhou staggered a few steps, then stopped, turned around, and asked in a trembling voice, “Are your Ma’s and your wife’s bodies still there? Has anyone helped them clean up? I want to go downstairs. I can’t stay at home anymore. I’m old, it doesn’t matter anymore. I can’t stay here!” He slowly sat down on the ground, covered his face with his hands, seemingly wanting to cry but holding back for the child in the room, and only a few broken breaths escaped his throat.
Zhou He’s eyes reddened as well, and he gritted his teeth, saying, “Pa, go back! Don’t say such discouraging things! Huihui still has a high fever. If you don’t help me take care of her, what am I supposed to do? There are only the three of us left in our family. If you collapse, how will Huihui and I survive? Huh?”
Zhou He turned around and glared at him, his eyes seemingly about to burst, tears streaming down his face. He pulled back the curtains a crack, and through the crack, one could vaguely see the lights outside, flashing red and blue, constantly changing——the distinctive glow of police lights.
Father Zhou struggled to his feet and pleaded, “Just let me see it, just one glimpse.” As he spoke, he walked to the window and squeezed past his son, who was occupying the gap.
Zhou He had no choice but to press down on his shoulder to minimize the possibility of him being exposed. The two seemed to be guarding against something outside the window, but in fact, even they themselves didn’t know what that thing was. Some rumors said it was a vengeful ghost, some said it was a demon, and some said it was a god.
Father Zhou crouched down to look outside. His previously suppressed breathing suddenly turned into heavy gasps, and then his forehead slammed against the glass. He could no longer hold back his sobs and burst into tears. He saw the fountain pool below the window, shimmering with a bloody light, and the pieces of corpse still floating in it, his wife’s body among them. They had just celebrated their golden wedding anniversary and were preparing to spend another decade together, but they never expected the tragedy to strike so suddenly and so tragically.
Many forensic doctors stood by the pool, continuously scooping up body parts with nets and arranging them on a long plastic sheet to piece together a complete human body. One of the forensic doctors, who was specifically responsible for identifying the body parts and putting them back in their proper places, suddenly collapsed. Several nurses hurriedly rushed toward her, yet she lay there for only four or five seconds before struggling to scramble back to her feet. Without uttering a single word, she first burst into a fit of violent sobbing, pounding the ground as she wept——her demeanor one of absolute, unbridled grief and indignation.
Even from that distance, her cries could still be heard clearly, like needles pricking, like knives scraping, tearing at the heart in waves.
Father Zhou seemed to have caught her cries, his sobs grew louder and louder, and he hung precariously from the windowsill, as if he might fall at any moment. Without his wife, he didn’t want to live anymore.
Zhou He himself was also crying, but he still covered his father’s mouth tightly and pleaded in a barely audible voice, “Shh, shh, Pa, don’t cry. What if that ghost hears us? It doesn’t matter if you and I die, Huihui is only five years old, she’s still so young!”
Father Zhou pried his son’s hands off and said desperately, “Huihui’s whole body is burning up like fire. The medicine isn’t working, and the police won’t let us go out. What can we do but stay with her? She witnessed her Nainai and Mama’s accident. She’s probably scared out of her wits! If she doesn’t make it through tonight, neither of us will live. We’ll all die together.”
A deep despair gripped Father Zhou’s heart, causing him to lose the will to live. Otherwise, he would never have uttered words that sounded like a curse upon his granddaughter.
Zhou He dragged him back to the bedroom, ordering him to stay by his daughter’s bedside and not think about anything else, before returning to the window to continue looking out. After his father left, he thought the living room would be quiet, but instead, he found himself surrounded by faint cries——from upstairs, downstairs, and across the street. The residents of Happiness Community could no longer feel any happiness, for many of their loved ones now lay in the fountain below, their blood rising into the sky as a mist. Every breath they took was now soaked in the stench of death.
Zhou He stared at the thick pool of blood that resembled a purgatory, and he simply couldn’t imagine that his mother and wife were now lying in it, floating and sinking, broken and fragmented.
Blood filled his pupils, stinging his eyes and bringing tears to his eyes. He had to close his eyes, calming the flames of anger and hatred within him, then took out his phone and repeatedly refreshed the police website, trying to get some latest information. He had to find out what had happened. No matter what the killer was——be it demon, monster, or malevolent spirit——as long as it still walked this earth, he would find it, and then he would kill it!
Seemingly because Du Shasha’s disappearance triggered unpredictable public opinion, the police finally stopped being secretive and released a more complete case report this time. Zhou He firmly remembered the murderer’s name——Ma You, a madman who thought he was a god! His half-body photo was also posted at the top of the report, he looked like a very weak and ordinary young man.
Zhou He stared intently at that face, thinking resolutely——So it was you! If I am fortunate enough to meet you again in some corner of the world in the rest of my life, I will use my life to destroy you!
Zhou He believed the police report, because he knew that since Beijing was under a state of wartime emergency, the government would never joke about something like this. He kept refreshing the news webpage and saw all sorts of reports, supermarkets emptied of stock, shops vandalized, the entire city closed for the next day, and streets under curfew……
One after another, photos filled with chaos and panic appeared on Zhou He’s phone screen, as despairing as if the end of the world had arrived. Suddenly, he saw a photo of hundreds of body parts scattered in a workers’ shed. Unable to bear the bloody impact, he chose to close his eyes.
He could no longer look at this world that had changed beyond recognition overnight, nor could he look at people’s hearts. Who on earth could do such a thing!
In his grief and despair, he heard a calm yet familiar voice in his ear, “There is only one god in the world, and that is me, Fan Jialuo.”
A God? Fan Jialuo? Zhou He had a natural sensitivity to this name, which he slandered and even cursed every day, so he immediately opened his eyes and looked in the direction from which the sound came. It was a huge billboard standing opposite Xingfu Square, which had been off just moments before, but was now suddenly lit up, shining as brightly as the sun in this night when even neon lights dared not flicker.
Zhou He’s mind was instantly captivated by it.
The voice came from a blurry figure sitting in a luxurious armchair, bathed in dazzling light from behind, shrouding him in darkness. All around was pure white light, he was merely a pitch-black silhouette, yet strangely, it evoked a feeling that the whole world had faded away, leaving only his vibrant presence.
The light slowly moved from his back to his side, illuminating half of his face and giving his high nose, deep-set eyes, and thin lips stunningly beautiful lines. His skin was even whiter than the light, while his pupils were as black as an endless universe, where stars, planets, shooting stars… all the celestial bodies in the vast sky could be found, giving him an instant, fatal attraction.
What is this? At a time like this, why on earth is Fan Jialuo still trying to advertise himself? Has he gone completely mad with the desire for fame? Zhou He inwardly cursed him, yet his gaze remained stubbornly and uncontrollably riveted upon the man. Faintly, he even heard the sound of someone upstairs sliding open a floor-to-ceiling window and stepping out onto the balcony.
These people are practically risking their lives to get a clearer view of Fan Jialuo!
The video continued, and the dazzling light shifted from behind to his side, illuminating Fan Jialuo’s exceptionally handsome face and revealing his relaxed and carefree demeanor. He crossed his long legs, one hand resting lightly on his knee, the other lazily propping up his forehead. The shadow cast by his hand blurred his features, but made his star-studded eyes appear exceptionally bright.
Zhou He felt as if all his thoughts, all his gaze, all his consciousness were being held captive by those eyes. He was completely unable to do anything but stand motionless and stare at this person. Meanwhile, Fan Jialuo raised his chin at the opportune moment, his tone becoming increasingly dismissive, “This world belongs to me. I am extremely displeased with the behavior of some who presume to be a false god. Without my recognition, Ma You, what are you?”
Hearing this, Zhou He gradually realized——Was Fan Jialuo actually provoking that serial killer? What was he planning to do? Had he gone mad? Now was not the time to ride the wave of popularity!
However, no one could stop Fan Jialuo’s mad actions.
His raised foot began to swing casually up and down, the spotless toe gleaming in the light. This slightly frivolous gesture revealed his inner disdain perfectly. He curled his lips into a smile, his tone half-smiling and half-mocking, “Ma You, do you dare show your face before me? Do you dare to stop living like a rat, scurrying around solely in the gutters?”
He lowered his crossed legs, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at everyone. His slender fingertips extended, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he smiled disdainfully, “I’ll be waiting for you at New Era Square. I will crush your internal organs just as I would stomp a rat to death, leaving you to die without a shred of dignity.”
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, which shone like cold stars. The light slowly shifted from his side to his back, plunging him back into darkness. In a bright white halo, he was the only striking figure.
The billboard went dark, and Zhou He felt a sharp pain in his chest. He realized he had unconsciously held his breath and watched the incredibly childish video. Fan Jialu was provoking Ma You, saying he would be waiting for him at New Era Square for a face-to-face duel. Was he insane? Was he courting death?! Good heavens!
At that moment, Zhou He actually forgot his inexplicable disgust for this person and instead genuinely worried about him. Having witnessed too many deaths at once, he could no longer bear the passing of another dazzling life. Of course, he also had to admit that hearing Fan Jialuo say he wanted to crush Ma You and make him die without any dignity gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
He opened the window crack and stared for a long time at the now-extinguished billboard, his mind in turmoil.
From above, on someone’s balcony, a low shout suddenly came, “Fan Jialuo has guts! At a time like this, he is the only one bold enough to step forward and say a few words.”
Yes! That’s just Fan Jialuo’s style. He dares to say what others dare not say, he does what others dare not do, he offends people others dare not offend without hesitation. Even among millions of people, he is the most special one. To put it nicely, he is unconventional, to put it bluntly, he defies the world.
Zhou He finally realized that the reason he disliked Fan Jialuo so much stemmed from his uniqueness and unconventionality. He was like an anomaly, deeply irritating him. Yet now, when everyone else was gripped by fear, falling silent, disappearing, and cowering at home, he stood up and challenged the murderer. Regardless of his true feelings, at least for this moment, Zhou He admired him.
“I hope you’re just saying it and you won’t actually wait for him in the square. If you live, and if I live too, I’ll never speak ill of you again.” Zhou He huddled under the windowsill, muttering to himself as tears streamed down his face——
At the same time, Fan Jialuo left the brightly lit filming location and went to Chief Yan’s side for a final conversation with everyone.
“When is the best time to save them? That’s for Abbot Changjing to decide. He should be able to sense the changes in the strength of the space created by Ma You,” Fan Jialuo said, looking at Abbot Changjing.
“Benefactor Fan is indeed a powerful psychic, it seems he has seen through my cultivation.” Abbot Changjing clasped his hands together and solemnly promised, “I will certainly not fail Benefactor Fan’s trust.”
Fan Jialuo raised his wrist and said, “Let’s check our watches. It’s 4:43 a.m. now.”
Everyone checked their watches carefully, and then nodded in unison.
Fan Jialuo gave a few more instructions before approaching Dr. Song, who had maintained a somber expression. Dr. Song raised his chin and suddenly asked, “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
“Say what?” Fan Jialuo asked, his face full of confusion.
Song Rui said in a deep voice, “Tell me about your plan this time, and what you will face after entering that space. I know that in the outside world, your power may be comparable to that of a god, but in that space, Ma You is the true god. You acted so calmly, as if you were certain that you would return safely, and you avoided talking to anyone about the consequences of the plan’s failure, in order to minimize obstacles, right? You don’t want anyone to disrupt your plan, including me, right?”
Fan Jialuo remained silent.
Song Rui stared into his dark eyes and said with a wry smile, “Others have been unknowingly calmed down by you and forgotten the dangers of the plan, but I won’t. Do you know why I didn’t stop you?”
“Why?” Fan Jialuo asked earnestly.
“Because of the promise we made. A long time ago, we promised that no matter what situation we were in, we would trust each other unconditionally. Do you remember?”
Fan Jialuo suddenly realized, his voice becoming hoarse, “I remember.”
“I remember, so I didn’t stop you. I believe you will come back as promised, right?”
“Yes, I will come back.” Fan Jialuo nodded, then suddenly smiled, as if he had just thought of something.
Song Rui couldn’t help but smile, then pulled him over, held his head in his arms, and pressed his forehead against his, whispering again, “You must come back.”
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