Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 270 Extra 6 [Full text ends]

This is the third year of controlling dreams.

Criminal Investigation Team Two has solved another knife murder case. The murderer is a heartless middle-aged man who likes to sing bad Cantonese songs. He works short-term jobs on construction sites all over the country, working for two months and resting for three months. Occasionally he earns tens of thousands of yuan a month, but most of the time he spends his time in his hometown bragging, playing cards and drinking. He has two daughters who are doing very well in school.

A week ago, he killed his parents, wife, daughter, and friends from drinking and gambling parties, then fled to another city to become a beggar, claiming that this was the true freedom of living.

When the arrest was carried out, the other party fought back fiercely and resisted particularly hard, resulting in injuries to several members of the police force.

Zheng Yan was carried away on a stretcher.

Tan Jia had a cut on her abdomen and was carried by Wu Yang for nearly a kilometer before being taken to the ambulance.

At the time, the hem of her clothes was covered in blood. When Lin Zhiyue arrived at the hospital, he stood stiffly a few meters away, his eyes looking as if he could see Tan Jia being disemboweled, and his breathing changed from the normal rapid range to an abnormally disordered sound.

Tan Ming thought he was going to have a seizure and stab someone on the spot, but he just quietly stayed by the bedside.

Then it developed into An An quietly lying on Tan Jia's hospital bed, quietly keeping Tan Jia company as he slept, his long arms and legs sheltering him under his wings.

At first, he didn't think much of it, but one evening Tan Ming pushed open the door and went in. The lights were off inside. Standing at the door and looking inside, he thought he saw a group of corpses lying side by side in a museum.

He was so frightened that he almost had a stroke; the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Back in Zheng Yan's ward, he said with a heavy heart, "I suspect that half of Lin Zhiyue's soul is still lying in the rubble of the child murder case fourteen years ago. The soul that crawled out was incomplete, which is why he developed autism. The way he lay flat really looks like he was taking Jiajia with him in a suicide pact..."

"If you keep indulging in these feudal superstitions, I'll send you to help the team investigate the case of the skeletons found in the cesspool." Zheng Yan rolled his eyes.

"...But don't you guys really think his current state is creepy? Just like the murderer in this case, people with extreme thoughts are prone to killing and suicide. They seem fine most of the time, but they can suddenly go crazy for no reason. I'm afraid that one day he'll think there are too many people in the world, which is not good for him and Jiajia to be together, so he wants to die together and go to the underworld for their honeymoon."

Zheng Yan couldn't stand him anymore: "Are you crazy? Tan Jia is just sleeping with her eyes closed, not permanently. Do you think Lin Zhiyue can do anything to her?"

Tan Ming paused, then said, "That's true."

Like the deflated onion-shaped inflatable figure at the mall entrance, he breathed a sigh of relief and slumped his shoulders.

"I really hope Jiajia wakes up and slaps him first. I've told him not to lie next to me on the hospital bed these past two days, and he just stares at me like I'm a dead man."

Zheng Yan was too lazy to listen to his stale stories, so she simply threw an apple at him: "Get lost, you're so noisy and annoying."

Tan Ming caught the apple, took a bite, and left.

Tan Jia's injuries were not as serious as they looked, and she was in good health with a strong ability to recover, so she was able to get out of bed and move around normally very soon.

Because the wound was on her abdomen, she had been wearing very short vests lately, revealing the gauze bandages, and occasionally she would drape Lin Zhiyue's shirt over her shoulders as an outer garment. Three years had passed, and Lin Zhiyue had gradually transformed from a boy into a mature young man with broad shoulders and long arms. The clothes that the two of them used to share were now a bit too big on Tan Jia.

She didn't tell many people about her injury, planning to quietly recover and then take a break to travel with Lin Zhiyue.

But Lin Zhiyan and Zheng Shiyan and their group somehow found out that she was injured, and they all rushed to the hospital to see her one after the other.

Zheng Shiyan called her Sister Jiajia, and Lin Zhiyan called her Sister Jia. The way they called each other made the whole ward lively.

Lin Zhiyue was peeling fruit when the unbroken peel broke at a certain moment, and the blade of the fruit knife snapped against the fruit plate.

Both of them fell silent, glancing sideways at his expression.

Jung Si-yeon: Your brother won't suddenly stab someone, will he?
Lin Zhiyan: Yes, probably not? Sister Jia is here, and he always acts like a normal person.

Jung Si-yeon: That's right. Ah, isn't this exactly the cool girl × gloomy obsessive I ship? This performance fits the character requirements perfectly.

Lin Zhiyan: You can even crack this? Are your teeth a stainless steel chainsaw?

Then she stood up and said to herself, "It seems like it's time to leave. Ten minutes of visiting is enough to show our concern. Sister Jia, we'll come to see you again in a couple of days."

Lin Zhiyue's gaze locked onto her and let her go, then he looked at Zheng Shiyan.

"...I'm going to check on my dad. Sister Jiajia, you get some rest."

There was no chance to say the rest of the words, and it was time to leave.

Before leaving, An Qinyuan dragged Lin Zhiyue outside and whispered to him as if imparting a secret: "You can't do it this way. Dating isn't just about the two of you. Friends are a very important factor. Do you understand her friends? If you want her to lead you into her social circle, you have to tolerate your social circle interacting with her first. The more circles you have that overlap, the more stable your relationship will be."

Lin Zhiyue glanced at him.

An Qinyuan raised his hands in surrender: "I didn't mean anything by it. It was my aunt who told me to do this. She's very anxious about your situation. When will you suddenly get some good news? She's already prepared a set of gold jewelry for your engagement, and she's already bought a house for your wedding. If you suddenly have a child, she should be able to register the child in three seconds using a simulation in her dream."

Lin Zhiyue shifted her gaze and calmly looked at the road ahead.

While I could ignore everything else, the comment about my friend was somewhat useful.

In fact, Lin Zhiyue had met Tan Jia's friends.

When they flew abroad together, they stayed in her old house, where all the neighbors were her friends who came to visit them, or rather, to see him.

They seem very curious about who could become Tan Jia's boyfriend.

Among the people who came, some had very sharp eyes, and their seemingly friendly scrutiny concealed a hidden criticalness and contempt.

He didn't care; he could tell that none of these people were influential enough to sway Tan Jia's opinion of him.

However, when he went to the kitchen with Tan Jia to cut fruit, he took the opportunity to share a long kiss with her, which was witnessed by people outside.

Tan Jia later said that those people privately called him a ghost, a ghost that clung to her.

"Would you hate me because of their opinions?" he asked at the time.

Tan Jia replied, "Of course not. Other people's evaluations are based on their preferences, and I chose you based on my own preferences."

He liked that sentence. After the recollection ended, Lin Zhiyue told An Qinyuan about it, intending to tell him that he and Tan Jia had already merged in social circles, but he was really not interested and only wanted to merge with Tan Jia himself.

But An Qinyuan's performance was exaggerated.

"Don't pretend to be so detached. A relationship with only a promise and no certificate is fragile and easily broken. But with the witness of family and friends, it can still be considered a common-law marriage, which is legally recognized. However, without the approval of your friends, your love is in grave danger, and someone outside could be waiting to oust you and take your place at any time!"

Why were they forced out?

His confidence left An Qinyuan speechless.

"...Aren't you worried that she'll lose interest in you and be attracted to someone else? What if she doesn't like you anymore?"

She said she wouldn't cheat on her boyfriend.

"You believe her just because she says so? You're even more idiotic than the female lead in a TV drama!"

"Don't you all believe what she says?" Lin Zhiyue looked at him calmly.

An Qinyuan suddenly dared not meet his gaze.

To be honest, Tan Jia is a very charming girl, and anyone should give her a second glance or listen to her carefully.

He coughed and mumbled, "Then you should just let it go."

Lin Zhiyue watched him flee in disarray and return to the ward.

Tan Jia was watching a video introducing tourist attractions on her phone and didn't look up at him. She only habitually moved over and leaned on his shoulder when he sat on the hospital bed.

"Look, this place is pretty, and there happens to be a rare meteor shower passing by next month. We can camp there and wait to watch the meteor shower."

Lin Zhiyue nodded, peeled off the shirt she was wearing, and leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

The two leaned against each other, chatting casually without any particularly noticeable changes in tone or loud laughter or anger.

When they were together, things were mostly peaceful, so peaceful that Lin Zhiyue felt at peace, and Tan Jia could get a good night's sleep anytime, anywhere.

Being able to get a good night's sleep is actually a very demanding condition.

Tan Jia dislikes intense arguments and conflicts stemming from love, hate, and resentment, and she also dislikes inner struggles and anxieties. Whether it's herself or her partner, these things bother her.

There are many troublesome things, especially after she started having nightmares. If being in a relationship only brings more trouble and a worse state of being, then it's a complete mistake.

Lin Zhiyue is just right, a drifting island and a wandering boat, a perfect match.

...

A week later, the wound had completely healed, and Tan Jia put her travel plans on the agenda.

They weren't going to just one place. On the third day at noon, they passed by the section of road where Tanjia had once crossed state lines to watch the sunrise, and then a segment of their journey was randomly inserted.

In the early hours of the morning, as darkness was just beginning to fade, Tan Jia drove a car across the interstate road.

As the car turned, the tires rolled over the pebbles on the side of the road, shooting out at an angle and hitting the grass, startling a bunch of insects into chirping.

At first, there were almost no other cars on the road, but as we approached the observation point, the number of cars began to increase.

Groups of friends and couples arrived at their destination with their car doors and windows open, and the sounds of laughter and yawns drifted out, occasionally mixed with a few cheers, indicating that a couple was kissing.

Their car also stopped; because they arrived relatively early, they managed to find a good spot.

"Is the sunrise here beautiful?" Lin Zhiyue asked, looking at the dozen or so cars around them.

“So-so,” Tan Jia shrugged, “but like my brother said when he was a kid he would walk several kilometers with his classmates to see an open-air movie. The movie might not be good, but the journey to the movie was exciting, so there was some anticipation for the destination.”

After saying that, she got out of the car, held onto the door handle, looked up at the faint light peeking through the horizon, and said, "It seems like I'm even more excited than last time when I came alone. What do you think?"

She turned to look at Lin Zhiyue, raised an eyebrow, and asked.

Lin Zhiyue got out of the car with her and stood beside her, gazing at the horizon together.

He had also seen the sunrise, on the night he escaped from danger fourteen years ago.

He crawled out of the burial mound and kept running and walking. The moon above his head gradually disappeared, and the shadows of mountains and forests appeared on the horizon. The moment the sunrise shone on him, he heard voices and finally collapsed, feeling dizzy.

“Indeed,” Lin Zhiyue replied, “I’m suddenly looking forward to the sunrise here.”

After a long period of preparation, the sun finally leaped over the horizon, instantly illuminating the world.

In the car ahead, several couples were kissing amidst cheers and jeers.

Lin Zhiyue turned to look at Tan Jia.

She was looking at him too, her hair swaying slightly in the wind beside her cheeks. When she got close to him, the ends of her hair brushed against his collarbone, tickling him so much that his eyelashes trembled.

The two hands hanging at their sides touched, the silver rings on their ring fingers collided, and then their fingertips intertwined and hooked together.

They drifted before sunrise in different times and spaces, finally meeting at the same sunrise. The ship landed on the deserted island, and from then on, they each had a place to stay.

This concludes the story.

I struggled a lot with the first few side stories. I thought that after writing so many plot lines, I wouldn't be able to write romance anymore. But the last chapter went very smoothly. It's like they knew it was time to say goodbye.

Thank you all for your continued support and interaction with this book. This is another transitional work for me, and I'm really happy to have received your love. I've read every comment and every compliment you've given me over and over again, and they are a source of motivation for me every night I write.

From 18 to now, the total word count of my writing, excluding those that have been banned or blocked, is exactly 1000 million. This is truly an amazing achievement. When I wrote my first book, I never imagined I could write so much, nor did I expect to receive so much love from so many people. I am so grateful to everyone, and I love you all (ˊˋ*).
The bus has arrived at the station, and our journey together has come to an end. See you later! (Waves enthusiastically)