Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

For three days, I unplugged all the telephone lines, network cables, and TV sets, and locked myself in the room. Even Xiao Ping, Wang Jiawen and the others brought in three meals a day.Except for going to the bathroom, I don't even touch the floor with my feet. I just sit on the bed like this, from sunrise to sunset, from dark to dawn.

Xiao Ping, Wang Jiawen, and Zhao Wei took turns to persuade me, but I couldn't listen to what they said. Later, even seeing them felt irritated.Whenever I heard the sound of the door being pushed open, I simply covered myself with a quilt and waited for them to go out before coming out.

Of course, I didn't go to work. Now I'm full of cranky thoughts, and I can't concentrate at all. It's even the first time I feel timid about this profession.

Although he had interrupted his career as a reporter before and went to a small town to become a teacher, but at that time he chose to leave just to escape Ren Min, and his heart was full of helplessness and yearning for the profession of reporters.

But now, I keep asking myself: Why do I want to do this job, why do I want to interview this matter, why do I need to know so much?

It is only now that I understand that being kept in the dark is also a happy thing, but unfortunately, it is useless to regret it.

In the past few days, I have repeatedly thought about every time I got along with Ren Min since I came to this life, from the things he did, what he said, to various small details.The more I think about it, the more chilling I feel. Ren Min's mind is too deep, he can hide himself so well, and then step by step, secretly expand his business plan.In this regard, I am not his opponent at all, let alone check him, I am even being played around with applause, and I don't know it at all.

But I still don't understand, how can a person be so hard-hearted?Except for one or two times, he showed a little fragility and struggle, but most of the time, he didn't show any trace at all. Even when I think about it carefully now, I can't think of him showing any guilt.

Or, does he feel that locking me up, giving me food, and not beating me, is treating me well?

Thinking back to the conversation I had with him when I first met him in this life... He must have known that at the time, knew that I was the one he killed with his own hands, right?But he just watched silently, without panic or fear, let alone joy, I couldn't see any fluctuations in his mind at all.

Afterwards, my actions to avoid him, the words I said to reject him... He knew everything well. Seeing my performance, what would he think at that time?I thought he was innocent, that's why there were so many struggles and hesitation. If I knew that he in this life was clearly the same person as he in the previous life, if I knew, I would definitely avoid him and avoid him, leaving no room for him.

So, can I blame him for everything? It's because he has too high a level and can perform tricks without any flaws. That's why I was fooled so much, and it took me so long to be fooled.

But, am I right?I questioned myself, but I couldn't give a firm affirmative answer.Yes, I admit that when I first met Ren Min in this life, I still had some expectations for him, hoping that he would not be as bad as what I encountered, and hoping that I could change some things.As a result, it made things worse.

Not to mention anything else, Ren Min advanced the start time of the project, which means that this chemical project that poses a huge threat will be completed and put into use earlier, and the surrounding residents will fall into danger that may occur at any time sooner. middle.

I'm so useless...a deep sense of defeat haunts me and makes me feel even more depressed.

On the fourth day, Wang Jiawen couldn't take it anymore, rushed into the room, lifted my quilt, and dragged me up again.

"Wang Jiawen, what are you doing!" I looked at Wang Jiawen who was squatting on the ground helping me put on my shoes, and shouted impatiently.

Wang Jiawen raised his head and twisted my thigh so hard that I cried out in pain. "You kid, you've been imprisoned for two days, you've been pissed off, and you're still learning those messy things on TV, can't you play autistic? Change your clothes quickly and go out for a walk with me. What's wrong with you? , we two brothers will be relieved after a drink."

I was still rubbing the pinched sore spot on my thigh. In a blink of an eye, Wang Jiawen helped me put on my shoes, and then a pair of iron hands pulled me up, not allowing me to struggle at all, and pulled me out of the room.

Outside the house, Xiao Ping and Zhao Wei stood side by side. When they saw me coming out, they stared at me with four eyes. Xiao Ping quickly opened the door, and Wang Jiawen pulled me into the corridor the next moment.

I was used to the dark yellow light in the room with the curtains drawn, but now I walked into the white and bright corridor with the windows open, my eyes still couldn't adapt to it, and I squinted slightly.

"Let's go." A voice came from behind, and I turned around to see Xiao Ping and Zhao Wei standing behind me, looking at me with smiles.

"You..." I blinked and said, "You really don't need to do this, I will be fine in a few days, I just want to be alone..."

Wang Jiawen patted me on the shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go, if we don't care about you, you idiot, you will definitely die. Don't worry about anything now, just drink happily."

"Yeah, let go of the things you're worried about and the things you're afraid of from now on. No matter what, we're still here. At worst, we'll help you clean up the mess." Xiao Ping said.

I couldn't help them, so I went downstairs with them, got into Xiao Ping's car, and went to the food stall we used to go to together.

The four of us sat down, and as soon as the wine was served, Wang Jiawen immediately poured me a full glass and brought it to my mouth: "We have worked so hard to take care of you these days, it's not too much for you to drink this glass, isn't it?" ?”

Looking at the golden liquid in front of me, I understood what he meant. It might not be a good way to vent all kinds of melancholy in my heart with alcohol.As I thought about it, I picked up the glass and drank it down.

This night, I drank a lot, knowing that I was a little confused, even the hand holding the wine glass began to tremble, but I still drank it one after another.

Anyway, with Wang Jiawen and the others around, you don't have to worry about waking up and finding yourself sleeping on the street and losing your wallet.

Heat is constantly coming out of the top of the head, and the world seen from the eyes is all in a daze.I propped myself up on the table and stood up, trying to go to the bathroom based on my memory, but within two steps, I felt my stomach churning, followed by a burst of vomiting.

I held on to a nearby pillar casually, bent down slowly, rubbed my chest with one hand, and started vomiting after a while.I seemed to have been vomiting for a long time, until my chest started to hurt, and then I slowly stopped, but when I straightened up, my brain was spinning, and my hand holding the pillar wanted to hold it tightly, but it slipped away instead. up.

After that, I have no memory at all.