Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Mi frowned.

What do you think about him, what is there for a dead man to think about.

He really doesn't understand what Cheng Chen is going to do until now, he has obviously chosen to do everything.

He looked down at Cheng Zhan, his tone was flat, but the words he said were so deep that Cheng Zhan couldn't stand still, his internal organs seemed to be stirred by a sharp knife, making his life worse than death.

"You have the right to think that I died four years ago, so you don't have to have any further entanglements with me."

After Jiang Mi finished speaking, he turned around and was about to get in the car.

Cheng Chan's eyes were red, and he grabbed Jiang Mi's wrist again with a desperate expression.

"Jiang Mi...do you hate me..."

Jiang Mi's expression loosened slightly, as if recalling some long and distant memories, and then he said calmly: "I don't hate, it's unnecessary."

It's because he doesn't know people clearly that he is in this situation today, but if he had the slightest suspicion of Cheng Zhan back then, he wouldn't be like this now.

He has died once and for all, and knows what to do and what not to do.

Ma Shu on the side couldn't bear to look at him. He frowned thickly, took a deep breath, and couldn't help persuading him: "Master Jiang...you really don't know what your life has been like for the past few years, sir. Treat him like this..."

Jiang Mi couldn't help laughing in his heart, so has anyone asked him what life he has lived in the past few years?

"So, how should I forgive him as if nothing happened? Why, just because I don't know what he's been up to these years?"

Cheng Zhan's face was pale and bloodless, and he scolded in a low voice, "Ma Shu, shut up."

Then Cheng Zhan slowly let go of Jiang Mi's hand, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, "Yes... I'm sorry... I never... never wanted you to forgive me..." As long as you know that you are still alive, you can go far Just looking at you from afar is enough...

"Okay, then from now on we don't have to meet again."

After Jiang Mi finished speaking, he turned and sat back in the car.

Cheng Zhan stood there, his hands trembling, and the night wind lifted his clothes, making him look thinner, but he didn't move forward.

He Huai drove past.

Jiang Mi was sitting in the back seat with his eyelids half lifted and his eyes slightly darker. He knew that Cheng Zhan was still standing behind watching him at this time, but he didn't care about it.

He Huai glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help shouting, "Brother Jiang, are you okay?"

Jiang Mi raised his eyes and looked over, "It's okay."

He Huai looked at his face carefully again, and found that Jiang Mi did not seem to have any emotional ups and downs.

So He Huai opened the chatter box again, "Hey, Brother Jiang, who didn't click on the past, I understand, I just don't know that you are playing so wildly..." His voice gradually became weaker, as if he was jealous.

Jiang Mi didn't understand what He Huai said in the last sentence, but he wasn't in the mood to ask.

The two returned to the mansion all the way, washed up and fell asleep again.

After all, I have to go to work as usual the next day.

While the people in the Police Department of the Supervisory Office waited in fear for half a month, but there was no movement at all from the living Hades side.

It is said that the behavior of the living hell king has always been that you provoke me, and I will break you.

Everyone was puzzled, it couldn't be that this new boy really had two brushes on his back.

Everyone only had their own suspicions in private, and they were quite satisfied with the police department's ability to maintain a peaceful life. Whether the newcomer really had two brushes or not, it had nothing to do with them.

And Jiang Mi also commuted to and from get off work as usual.

Cheng Zhan seemed to have never appeared in front of him again as he said.

For Jiang Mi, this is a good thing. It is a waste of time for Jiang Mi to pester him with a few words over and over again.

do you forgive me

I do not forgive you.

do you hate me?

I do not hate you.

Apart from these, Jiang Mi felt that he had nothing else to say for a while.

It has never been his character to be addicted to the past and unable to extricate himself.

Jiang Mi understands all these things, Cheng Zhan is just a helper and a cold-eyed bystander, but it is the Qin family who really need to solve it.

He came back here four years later, only to hear that the Qin family still seemed to have a place in Winterfell.

That Qin Zhishan is still not dead.

He still has a lot to do in the future.

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this day.

Jiang Mi took a one-day monthly leave, while He Huai could only continue to work in the police department due to shift shifts.

So Jiang Mi stayed in the mansion by himself.

It has been raining outside since early morning, and the rain is not light, and small puddles have appeared on the uneven road.

The dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the thunder was muffled, shrouding the entire Winter City in darkness. The shops across the street had even turned on the light bulbs so that customers could see clearly.

Most of the pedestrians on the street walked through the rain with umbrellas in their hands. There were even fewer rickshaws, and it seemed that they were not prepared to make so much money in this bad weather.

Jiang Mi doesn't have any important things to deal with today, and it's rare to have time to rest in the past few months.

So Jiang Mi is not going to go out today.

After he got up in the morning, he washed and changed his clothes, and made some simple breakfast for himself.

Processing some documents brought back from the police station to the mansion.

About two hours later, the rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, turning into a torrential rain. The branches and leaves of the trees in the distance were bent by the heavy rain, and the wind howled fiercely.

Originally, the windows in the house were opened for a little ventilation, but due to the heavy wind and rain, Jiang Mi had to get up to close the windows tightly.

Wearing casual clothes at home, he came to the window, and just as he was about to reach out to close the window, he saw a figure standing outside the yard downstairs.

Because the windows in the house were facing the courtyard, Jiang Mi was able to see clearly.

The figure stood alone in the drowsy rain, with a thin figure, and his robe was wet by the rain, which was very embarrassing.

Jiang Mi knew who that person was after just two glances, and he couldn't be more familiar with that person.

It's Cheng Zhan.

Jiang Mi rested his hand on the window, his eyes were slightly darker, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, which was really incomprehensible.

Why did Cheng Zhan still stand at the door of his house on a rainy day? It was clearly agreed last time that the two sides would not see each other, so why continue to make trouble like this.

Jiang Mi paused, and continued to close the window.

He didn't have any hatred for Cheng Zhan, and he didn't feel any pleasure to relieve his hatred when he saw Cheng Zhan standing in the rainstorm.

Rather than saying that he didn't want Cheng Zhan to stand in the rain, Jiang Mi didn't want Cheng Zhan to stand in front of his house.

If Cheng Chan is willing to stand in a place where he can't see, Jiang Mi doesn't care.

However, Cheng Zhan is now standing at the door of his house.

Jiang Mi couldn't deceive himself and act as if he hadn't seen it. He left the second floor, went to the living room on the first floor, and found two umbrellas.

He braced himself and walked out of the mansion.

Cheng Zhan raised his head almost immediately after hearing the movement. The rain wet his hair and stuck to his pale face, making his glasses covered with water droplets.

Jiang Mi opened the courtyard door, and when he got a little closer to Cheng Zhan, he smelled a pungent smell of alcohol.

Cheng Zhan stared blankly at Jiang Mi, and unconsciously murmured: "Jiang Mi..."

Jiang Mi glanced at him, and said quietly: "So you are using the strength of alcohol to come here and pretend to be crazy?"

Cheng Chan opened his lips, and his thin lips were white, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Now, what else do you want to do?"

Cheng Zhan murmured, his posture seemed to be as low as dust, "I didn't want to do anything..."

Jiang Mi raised his eyes and looked at the drowsy sky in the distance, "So you stand in the rain because you want me to pity you? It's so boring. You chose this road by yourself, so why regret it now."

Cheng Zhan's expression was broken, tears mixed with rain, he knew that he had chosen to put his purpose above everything else, and he knew that those had become irreparable mistakes.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Jiang Mi.

But Jiang Mi stuffed an umbrella in his hand.

"You go back." Jiang Mi looked down at Cheng Zhan, holding an umbrella with his right hand, and the rain splashed on the umbrella surface, and he continued.

"You don't have to do this. If you do this because you feel guilty and want to be forgiven by me, then I will say I forgive you now. From now on, can you let go of all this?"

Cheng Zhan bit his lower lip until blood oozes out, as if all hopes had been crushed in front of him, "I...was wrong, from the very beginning... I did it wrong..."

Jiang Mi frowned slightly: "So what if you are wrong, no one blames you, you don't have to be like this at all."

There was a fishy sweetness in Cheng Zhan's throat, and he seemed to understand that there was no room for change, but for Jiang Mi, he couldn't let go, it was the pain engraved in his bones and blood.

That was his obsession for more than 1000 days and nights, that was madness, that was an indelible desire that devoured everything, life and death.

Cheng Zhan lowered his head, unable to see clearly, "So, we can only do this forever..."

Jiang Mi said calmly, "Yes."

"Is that... Only if I die... can I change..." Cheng Zhan's voice became more depressed under the cover of the sound of rain.

Jiang Mi had lost the patience to continue chatting with Cheng Chan in the rain. He took the umbrella in Cheng Chan's hand, opened it for him, and stuffed it back into Cheng Chan's hand.

"This is not a problem that can be solved by death. Instead of thinking like this, it is better to live well. I really don't understand what you are going to do. If it is out of guilt, I will say that I forgive you. Why do you still do this..."

Jiang Mi hadn't finished speaking yet.

Cheng Zhan seemed to be stimulated, and raised his head suddenly, with desperate madness and impulsiveness in his eyes.

"because I love you……"

As soon as Cheng Chan said the words, the two people in the rain were stunned.

Jiang Mi frowned, and gradually came to his senses, feeling extremely absurd in his heart.

In the past, Jiang Mi may have had a little dependence on Cheng Chan, but now, Jiang Mi has no feelings for Cheng Chan. To Jiang Mi, Cheng Chan is more like a stranger.

"You're crazy."

Jiang Mi couldn't help but speak.

What happened four years ago lay before the two of them, almost an insurmountable gap.

How could Cheng Zhan say such a thing? Don't he think it's ridiculous?