Judgment

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Cong Rong never knew that Xu Mingyu, a coward, could actually show such a bright smile.

Once by chance, he saw Xu Mingyu staying with an old man who picked up trash.When he was with that old man, Xu Mingyu always seemed to be very happy.The two of them were covered in dirt, and they rummaged and picked up the trash together, but they were always extremely happy.

When I saw it for the first time, Cong Rong was disdainful. A coward like Xu Mingyu is only worthy of looking for humble happiness in this kind of place.

After a week passed, Cong Rong became puzzled, why two people who were clearly poor and helpless could smile so heartily every day?

A month later, Cong Rong felt jealous.

That unknown old man who collected rags always smiled kindly at Xu Mingyu, smiling more genuinely and happily than anyone else, as if Xu Mingyu was his spoiled grandson.

Cong Rong was jealous, he had never had this kind of happiness, never had this kind of doting.

Back home, there will always be only a cold room, the father who abandoned them, and the silently weeping mother.Does anyone really care about him?

Seeing the old man's smile at Xu Mingyu, Cong Rong felt sore in his heart.

Why are they so happy?

Why are they so happy?

Why, can't I be as happy as them?

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The clock turned to nine o'clock, and Wang Chen finally came back.

Behind him was Liu Tao who was at a loss.Liu Tao looked at William anxiously, as if afraid of being blamed by the strict housekeeper.But he thought too much, and the butler didn't see him at this moment.

"Your Highness." William asked, "It seems to be quite fruitful today?"

"kindness."

Wang Chen nodded, not caring at all how his thoughts were seen through.

"I met very interesting people in the funeral home and found some important clues." He casually glanced at Zhou Zimu, "I already have some clues about that monster that is always collecting all kinds of human souls."

Zhou Zimu didn't even move, as if he didn't hear anything.He was watching TV at this time, and a news break happened to be the news that Zhong Yuyi's funeral was postponed.

"I just can't figure it out. First Li Mingyi, then Zhang Sufen, and now Zhong Yuyi. What is his purpose in collecting these soul monsters?" Wang Chen tilted his head and asked William.

"Could it be that collecting these strange souls will give him extra points in the battle for the throne?"

William shook his head, "There is no such regulation. The candidates are selected by the elders, but the final ownership of the throne is not judged by any monsters, but waits for the opportunity."

"opportunity?"

"When the time comes, all the monsters will naturally know who the throne belongs to." William whispered.

"You mean a vision from heaven?" Wang Chen blinked.

"Maybe." William wasn't quite sure.

"William, I wanted to ask you a question a long time ago." Wang Chen asked sternly: "The selection of the throne did not start from our current year. So, what about the monsters who won the throne before? Where are the king's monsters now?"

"They have all been annihilated in the tide of time, and monsters are not immortal."

"What about the king of the previous generation?" Wang Chen asked, "Is he dead or alive? Doesn't it mean that one of the candidates of this generation is the brother of the former devil king? Then the devil king should not be very old, right?" .”

William was taken aback by the question, showing a confused expression. "I... don't know, Your Highness."

This answer surprised Wang Chen a lot. William, who has always been all-knowing and omnipotent, still has something he doesn't know?Especially on that face that was always calm and composed, there was a confusion that didn't match William's.That kind of feeling is like discovering a mountain that was thought to be insurmountable, but in fact it can be easily crossed.

It turns out that William is not omnipotent.Knowing this made Wang Chen a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.

"Your Highness?" William looked at Wang Chen's expression suspiciously. "Any questions?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly discovered that you also have shortcomings. Before, you were always so perfect. I even once thought that if there is a devil in this world, it should be like you." Wang Chen teased. "William, if the monsters choose the king purely based on strength, then you must be the one."

"I'm just a former loser." William said lightly. "You are the most promising candidate."

"Oh? Why are you so confident in me?"

"I don't know, just subconsciously." Today William seems to be extremely sensitive, not as cold and straightforward as usual. "When I saw you for the first time, I had a feeling—you will definitely become a king."

Wang Chen laughed, "I would like to borrow your good words. However, I also think so."

He turned his eyes to look out the window, the swirling shadow in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, this gluttonous glutton seemed to be hinting at something.An unknown threat is waiting behind all monsters and humans.

"William, I used to fight for the throne just to survive, but now I have more reasons."

The black eyes reflected the night outside the house, and the stars fell into his eyes. Wang Chen said slowly: "Only by becoming a king can you make that final decision, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Then before I make a decision, I can't let other monsters take the throne away." Wang Chen smiled slightly, "I don't want other monsters to choose for me what the world should be like."

William looked at his back and bent slightly. "Then when will you make a decision?"

"Wait a little longer, William." Something flickered in his eyes, and Wang Chen looked out the window, "Let me think about it again."

At night, the lights of the whole city will be dimly lit.

This prosperous city that never sleeps is filled with singing and dancing, radiant brilliance, and possesses infinite prosperity and charm.However, the lights of this night are like a fleeting firefly.If it is not shaken, it will be shattered with a slight blow.

When the final night falls, is there still a gleam of light left on this earth?

But at least for now, these man-made false flames are still on.

Snapped--

Another street lamp went out.

Lao Yu smacked his lips and complained, walking in this dilapidated alley.

"What the hell?"

He managed to find out where Zhong Yuyi used to live, and this time he came here for a special visit.He didn't get any useful information from Chen Qiuju and the others, so Lao Yu decided to find out by himself.

Threat letter?Whether it was targeting Zhong Yuyi or the students he sponsored, there must be some big secret behind it.If you can catch a clue, it will be big news.Old Yu licked his lips excitedly, thinking proudly that his special sense of news is the most valuable compared to those reporters who followed the trend.

He had a hunch that it must be Zhong Yuyi who was hiding the secret.There must be some amazing inside story hidden behind this good man who is praised by the world.

"Ah, here it is."

It was nearly ten o'clock, and there was no one in the alley at this time.Lao Yu looked around stealthily, then walked towards the small shack not far away.

Low eaves less than a person's height, walls made of stone bricks and plastic sheets, this is where Zhong Yuyi lived before his death.The door was unlocked, and it opened with a slight push.There was a pungent smell in the room, Lao Yu frowned, and took out his mobile phone to light up.

There are a lot of things piled up in the house, old books, discarded bottles, and some waste cardboard, all neatly bundled together and piled up.There were piles and piles piled up, almost filling up the shed.

Lao Yu stepped over carefully, and it could be seen that Zhong Yuyi had preserved these rags very well during his lifetime, as if they were some valuable treasures.He walked to the only bed board and lifted the quilt.

A cloud of dust flew up, and Lao Yu waved his hand, rummaging around the bed.

"Yes!" He found a small notebook, and hurriedly opened it in surprise.

But after seeing this, he was very disappointed.This is just a bookkeeping book, and the latest page reads: [Today I sold 59 yuan and 57 cents, had dinner for [-] cents, and saved [-] yuan and [-] cents. 】Flipping through the book, there are still money in the last few pages.

But they were all fifty-cent bills, with food expenses marked on the side.

Zhong Yuyi's handwriting is not pretty, but every stroke is clear, making people think it is clean handwriting at a glance.The notebook is full of memories, without leaving a single space. They all remember how much money they save every day. Sometimes they write down big minus signs and numbers with a red pen.That should mean that the saved money was sent out.

Lao Yu looked at the five hairs, and he didn't know how many times he had rubbed them in his palms, making them dirty and wrinkled.This was Zhong Yuyi's usual meal money. He kept these fifty cents bills so carefully, but in the end, he never used the fifty cents—he would never use them again.

Carefully put the accounting book into his pocket, and put away the fifty cents.Lao Yu said to himself in his heart, there is really no news, this account book can also be used to fight people's tears.So you have to keep it well.

After that, he searched the whole house several times, but he still didn't find anything of value.A broken bed board, a battered trailer for hauling junk, and some bundles of twine.There is also a room full of rags, this is all of Zhong Yuyi's legacy.

The sum is less than 200 yuan.

However, Zhong Yuyi's tuition fees for sponsoring students for so many years have already exceeded hundreds of thousands.Are these hundreds of thousands of dollars accumulated from these rags?

Lao Yu didn't want to stay in this room anymore, the air here was so bad that it almost suffocated him.He fled away from Zhong Yuyi's old hut, and only took a deep breath when he got outside.That dilapidated and dirty little shack made him feel scared, scared from the bottom of his heart.

Why are you afraid?Lao Yu didn't think about it, and he didn't dare to think about it.

"Tsk, unlucky, there's nothing." Old Yu cursed resentfully, and turned to leave.With his pockets in his pockets, he walked casually on the way back.But when he reached the entrance of the alley, he tripped over something.

What are you doing?

Just as he opened his mouth to scold, he suddenly realized that it was a person who tripped him up, a man lying on the ground foaming at the mouth.

"Help me, save me..." Seeing Old Yu, the man's eyes lit up and he stretched out his hand to him.

That arm was like an evil ghost unwilling to leave, tightly wrapping around Old Yu.

"Save me!"

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Cong Rong felt that he was really shameless.

Every time, he secretly followed Xu Mingyu, watching him laughing and laughing with that poor old man, and only seeing his heart sore that he thought of going home.But as soon as he got home, facing the empty room, he felt even more lonely in his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the happy smiling faces of those two people.

Today, he still followed the old and the young as usual.Watching them cheerfully pick up one empty bottle after another is easily satisfying.

Well, Cong Rong watched Xu Mingyu pick up the bottle with distaste.That idiot can't even do a good job of picking up junk. If I go, I will definitely be able to pick up more and faster than him.Then, then, will the old man smile at him and touch his head like that?

Cong Rong, who was so dazed, didn't notice that his stalking had revealed his whereabouts.As soon as Xu Mingyu and the old man turned around, they saw him standing at the corner of the street in a daze.

"Cong Rong!" It wasn't until Xu Mingyu shouted loudly that he came to his senses.

Cong Rong wanted to turn around and run away, but felt that it was embarrassing, so she stood there awkwardly and didn't know what to do.

"Hey, little baby." The old man picking up trash suddenly spoke to him. "Can you do me a favor, little baby, and pass the can at your feet for grandpa?"

Cong Rong looked down, and there was indeed an empty Coke can at his feet.At that moment, his heart was about to bloom with joy.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be reluctant, picked it up and handed it to the old man. "Here, here you are."

The old man took the jar and habitually reached out and touched his head.

"Good boy."

Cong Rong should have disliked those dirty and rough hands.However, for some reason, he couldn't help crying.How long has it been since I heard someone say hello to me? How long has it been since no one has touched me so tenderly?

He didn't cry, but looked at the old man and said stubbornly: "I'll pick it up for you too, I must pick up more than that idiot!"

The old man laughed, making a sound like an old leaky bellows, his face was wrinkled, more like a rag.

However, Cong Rong felt that he had never seen a more beautiful smile than this one.It was not until many years later that he made up his mind to protect this smile forever.

For this, Ning would spare no effort.