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The hot heat waves made a rustling sound through the leaves, the noisy cicadas were incessant, two black dogs were lying under the shade of the tree with their tongues out, and a few weak birds were heard on the wall.

It was a summer afternoon, and even the air was floating with a lazy smell.

But this hot summer air suddenly became cold and gloomy after entering Le Jing's bedroom.

Le Jing lay drowsily on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, but his body was still cold. His body seemed to be wrapped in a thin film, isolating him from the heat outside.

Since the beginning of summer, Le Jing's body has become inexplicably weak. Specifically, it manifested as general weakness, cold hands and feet, excessive sleepiness and anorexia.

Doctors came in waves, both Chinese and Western medicine, but they could not find out the cause. They could only see that Le Jing's body was rapidly declining. There was even a doctor who shook his head directly after taking Le Jing's pulse and told Le Jing to prepare for his funeral.

The old doctor who had warned Le Jing earnestly before that "wisdom will hurt you" said bluntly this time: "You are running out of energy." But the old doctor was puzzled because generally people with such symptoms are very old people. They are not sick, but their time has come, so their bodies will slowly lose vitality, which is the so-called death of old age.

The old doctor was puzzled because Li Jingran was not one of those old people who died of old age. He was only 17 years old this year, but why did his pulse look like those of those over 80 years old.

Le Jing had a guess about this.

When he came through, Li Jingran was already dead. In other words, he was actually possessed by a dead body. He had been sick frequently before, and he guessed that it was a rejection reaction caused by the incompatibility between his soul and Li Jingran's body. Now the vitality in this body is rapidly lost, and it is very likely that the rejection reaction has intensified. His soul may soon leave Li Jingran's body. In other words, he is going to die.

Two months ago, Nakamura Ryota said that he would be killed in 185 days. He calculated the time and found that the day was October 4, which happened to be the Double Ninth Festival.

In the past two months, Le Jing has not been idle. He asked his deskmate Ding Hui to mobilize the power of his family to investigate the mastermind behind the assassination.

But if they completely hibernate after failing this time, then even the police investigation will not find any clues. After all, there is no surveillance in the Republic of China, and finding a killer in the whole city of Beiping is no less than finding a needle in a haystack.

So he also accelerated the pace of the plot of "Dynasty Rise", wanting to use more "forbidden" content to force those people to show up again. The current plot of "Dynasty Rise" has progressed to the point where the emperor was killed by the wild barbarians. Xu Wangmu has raised a 300,000-strong army of volunteers under the banner of revenge for the emperor. There are many literati and generals serving under his banner, and most of the lost land of Dahua has been recovered. At this time, they were storing up food, building high walls, sharpening their knives, and preparing to recover the other half of the lost land occupied by the wild barbarians under the banner of revenge for the emperor.

If those people really wanted to kill him because of some ideas contained in "The Rise of Dynasties", then they would not be able to sit still after seeing the current plot development.

Because Xu Wangmu now has more than 300,000 troops and enjoys the worship of the people under his rule. After driving away the wild barbarians, his reputation will inevitably be pushed to the top, and he will be the most powerful person in Dahua.

... Faced with such achievements of Xu Wangmu, the people of the world can only count on the throne.

Xu Wangmu, a commoner, will wear a yellow robe and create a great cause.

Although the background takes place in an imaginary ancient time, Dahua is different from the Republic of China and is a feudal monarchy, but "The Rise of Dynasties" is a book that tells a serious story of rebellion.

So Le Jing has been staying at home these days, and Li Shuran has also asked for leave to stay at home. Many plainclothes policemen were also ambushed outside the house, hoping that if the assassin came again, they would be able to catch him in one fell swoop.

However, the plots written by Le Jing were not published by the Peking Fiction Newspaper. At the same time, the editor-in-chief Zhang Xiguan, who had not visited for a long time, finally visited.

Since the publication of The Animal Way, Zhang Xiguan had assigned the task of collecting manuscripts to a new editor, and no longer came to discuss the plot of The Rise of Dynasties with Le Jing with great interest.

Le Jing was not sad about this, but it was just that people with different paths could not work together.

Zhang Xiguan, who suddenly came to the door this time, looked as pale as a dead person, and stared at Le Jing as soon as he came in.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhang Xiguan looked at him with despair but also a little hope, and asked softly: "Will Xu Wangmu be the emperor?"

Le Jing's nod broke Zhang Xiguan's last fantasy. The old man looked at Le Jing with a pleading look: "Xu Wangmu can assist the new emperor and create a good story of monarch and ministers getting along well with each other."

Le Jing shook his head and asked almost cruelly: "If you can be the emperor, why do you have to be a minister?"

Zhang Xiguan's face completely lost all the blood. He lowered his head in a state of despair, and his body was shaky.

Le Jing waited patiently, but had no intention of comforting him.

Comfort? How to comfort? He couldn't change the direction of the plot.

So in the end, they were just different paths and couldn't work together.

Zhang Xiguan lowered his head, his voice was low and hoarse but extremely firm: "Then I'm afraid our newspaper can't continue to publish your works."

Le Jing was not surprised by this answer.

In this case, he would just change another newspaper and submit again.

Zhang Xiguan seemed to have guessed what Le Jing was thinking, and quickly added: "I'm afraid that no newspaper in China will publish your article in the future."

Le Jing, who had been calm from the beginning, finally raised his eyebrows.

So was he completely banned?

The other party had such power, no wonder later generations speculated that the murderer would start with the Kuomintang and the Green Gang.

If that was the case, I'm afraid the other party's attack on him was just the beginning.

Just as Le Jing expected.

On the afternoon of the day after Zhang Xiguan's visit, the plainclothes police outside the house suddenly disappeared. Then Ding Hui came to visit, with a strange face and apologetic eyes, and bowed deeply to him as soon as he arrived.

Le Jing asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Why do you give me such a great gift as soon as you come?"

Ding Hui stood up, lowered his eyes and dared not look at Le Jing: "I'm sorry, sir, let's not meet in the future."

Le Jing was silent for a while, and looked at Ding Hui with a hint of understanding: "Did the superiors say something?"

Ding Hui's shoulders trembled, bit his lip and didn't speak.

Le Jing seemed to be just talking to himself and asked: "How long can I live?"

The only answer to him was silence.

Le Jing shook his head and smiled nonchalantly: "If that's the case, how can you come to visit me in person? If they know about this, your life will be even more difficult."

Ding Hui's shoulders shook even more violently.

"Go away quickly. Don't come over again in the future."

Ding Hui seemed to be frozen, standing there for a long time without moving.

Le Jing urged him: "Don't be in a daze, hurry up and leave."

Ding Hui seemed to be suddenly awakened. He looked at Le Jing deeply, his eyes were complicated, filled with all kinds of emotions that Le Jing was too lazy to read, and then turned around and left.

Le Jing also turned around and prepared to go into the house.

Suddenly, a thin voice came from behind him: "China is not a paradise, hurry up!"

Le Jing closed his eyes and sighed.

Go quickly...

But where can he go?

Going anywhere is just a way to survive.

The flames of World War II will eventually ignite in countries around the world, and the whole world will be crushed by a huge meat grinder.

Except for the North and South Poles, the world is scarlet.

Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth.

The only lesson that mankind has learned from history is that mankind cannot learn any lessons from history.

Le Jing suddenly felt very tired.

It's still 22 years before 1949.

It's still 64 years before the end of the Cold War.

There is still a long way to go before the country rises and the economy takes off.

That night, someone threw a ball of paper wrapped in a stone into his yard. There were only eight words on the paper: "Leave China to survive." The handwriting was crooked, and it should be written by someone with his left hand.

Le Jing vaguely felt that the note was written by the person who deliberately tripped him from the muzzle of the gun.

The next day, Le Jing fell ill.

The mental fatigue seemed to affect the body, and his body was visibly declining.

Lying drowsily on the bed, Le Jing suddenly felt fed up.

This paper-like body really fed him up.

This fucked-up world really fed him up.

Le Jing closed his eyes and could vaguely hear Li Shuran's soft sobbing outside the house. The fire in his heart burned more and more fiercely, and there was an angry lion roaring in the fire.

They wanted him to die.

He was indeed going to die.

They didn't even have to assassinate him, his body wouldn't last long.

So the outside world has been particularly calm for the past month since he fell ill.

Those people are not in a hurry to assassinate him.

There should be one of their people among the doctors who diagnosed him.

So they are all waiting for him to die.

Waiting for him to die powerlessly on the hospital bed.

But...

Le Jing coughed and laughed, with a scorching flame burning in his deep eyes.

Why should he do as they wish?

Do they think a dying person can't make any waves?

Do they think they can sleep peacefully after he dies?

Dreaming a fucking daydream!

Li Shuran heard the heart-wrenching cough coming from the house and rushed up worriedly: "Brother, are you okay?"

In her field of vision, she saw that her eldest brother, who was dying and was notified by the doctor to prepare for the funeral, sat up. His face was bathed in shadows and blurred, but his phoenix eyes were surprisingly bright, with a desperate ruthlessness.

"Brother...?"

"Shuran." Her brother gave her a strange smile, his voice soft and erratic: "Can you do me a favor?"

Li Shuran swallowed her saliva, and subconsciously lowered her voice: "What favor?"

"Tell my friends that I'm going to die." The young man's lips opened and closed, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out its core dangerously, "If they are free, can they come and listen to my last words?"

Li Shuran felt like she was falling into an ice cave.

"No! You won't die!" She rushed up and held Le Jing's hand tightly, like a madman: "I will invite the best doctor for my brother and prescribe the best medicine for my brother! So..." She sobbed loudly, her eyes pleading, not knowing whether she was trying to convince Le Jing or herself: "You won't die, you won't."

The brother did not comfort her. He seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts and said to himself: "After I die, you will follow Nakamura Ryota to leave China. Don't go to Japan or the United States. You are not allowed to set foot in China in this life. Do you understand?"

For the first time in her life, Li Shuran yelled at her brother fiercely: "I don't understand! Brother, you won't die! No!! I won't go anywhere!!"

"Shuran." The brother took a breath and said weakly: "Be obedient, don't let me die and close my eyes."

Li Shuran took a few steps back with tears in her eyes, and shook her head desperately in collapse: "No! No! Impossible! You are still so young..." Then she ran out with her face covered.

Le Jing tilted his head in confusion, a little puzzled. In the traditional sense, death is indeed a sad thing, but is it necessary to be so sad?

Li Jingran was not good to Li Shuran before. After he crossed over, he only fulfilled his basic obligation to support Li Shuran, so why did Li Shuran have such deep feelings for him? Why can't she accept his death?

"Ah, human hearts are really hard to understand." Le Jing struggled to get up from the bed, put on his shoes, and staggered out of the house, muttering to himself: "I hope Chunyan can calm down."