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Chapter 31 A decent person doesn't write a diary
What is the situation with the greatest psychological gap in the world?
It's not like finding a girlfriend only to discover she's a seasoned technician, nor is it like excitedly rushing to the store with your winning ticket only to find the promotion ended yesterday.

Instead, after you've gone through countless hardships and pieced together numerous clues to finally find the mastermind behind it all, you discover that he has already turned into a pile of mud.

It was even covered in wallpaper.

Zhou You reached out and waved his hand in front of that face.

—No response.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

There was no response to the greetings.

That mask seemed to exist, but it had no intelligence, no answers, and no clues to be pried open.

Zhou You really wanted to poke him a couple of times with the bloodstained knife to see if he could make him talk, but seeing his fragile appearance, he was afraid that he might accidentally hit him too hard and send him to his death.

After searching carefully for a while, he suddenly looked at the flashlight in his hand.

—Holy crap, how could I forget this?

—Isn't this an excellent tool for torture?

Zhou You turned the flashlight to its highest brightness, then pried open the other person's eyelids and shone it directly into those lifeless eyes.

The pupils shrank instantly under the reflected light, but the intense light immediately caused a burning pain in the lens. Under this pain that penetrated deep into the brain, the face frantically tried to close its eyes, but unfortunately, it was just a face and could not break free from Zhou You's fingers.

Watching the other person's expression change from blank to pain, then from pain to pleading, and finally from pleading to weeping, Zhou You finally took the flashlight away.

"Looks like you still have your own will. I thought you were going to play dead forever."

Zhou You said with a smile, but the face with tears streaming down its face did not respond. After a long pause, it glared angrily at Zhou You, its mouth opening and closing as if it were saying something, but no sound came out.

Although Zhou You wasn't very good at lip reading, he guessed that what the other person was saying must be a bunch of beautiful and pleasant words.

For example, phrases like "You're extremely handsome," "You're dashing, intelligent, and incredibly brave," or "Your luck is off the charts!"
Zhou You accepted all of this calmly—after all, it was all true—but he didn't have time to listen to these praises right now, so he interrupted directly.

"Friend, there's no need to be in such a hurry. Actually, I have no conflict of interest with you. I just want to tell you something."

Before he could finish speaking, the man spat at him.

Although there was no spitting, there was foul-smelling blood.

Zhou You, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all, and even managed to maintain that professional smile.

"Actually, I might be able to help you in a small way."

His face was still full of disdain.

"For example"

Zhou You took out a bloodstained knife and gently made a cut on his face.

The equipment's 'can slightly damage monsters' ability is activated.

The skin, which had previously been devoid of any blood vessels, suddenly burst open, and deep red blood gushed out from the wound like a spring.

"...I'll kill you or something like that."

His face immediately froze for a moment.

Then, an endless madness appeared on its face.

Then you see that face with its mouth wide open, revealing a mouth that no longer has any tongue or teeth, silently roaring something at Zhou You, its eyes changing from the initial indifference and disdain to the deepest pleading.

Although he still couldn't hear the other person's words, Zhou You quickly recognized them this time. He said...

"Please, please, please kill me!"

But at that moment, someone pulled the knife back.

The other party immediately showed great fear—nothing in the world is more despairing than giving hope and then shattering it—and then Zhou You smiled and said.

"As you can see, I do have the ability to free you, but the problem is I can't work for nothing."

Before he could finish speaking, the man opened his mouth wide and roared.

Even a fool could guess what it meant: he wanted to transfer all his wealth to him so that he could give him a quick death.

However, Zhou You simply shook his head slightly, rejecting the idea.

"Don't worry, I don't want any money from you, nor do I want any beautiful women or power. There is only one thing I want, and that is everything you have done with this 'Auspicious and Tranquil Ghost Mother Bodhisattva'."

After he finished speaking, the expression on that man's face—that of Liu Shang, the richest man in the city—suddenly froze.

He had been pleading just moments before, but now he looked as if he had heard something extremely frightening, his eyes becoming weak and timid, as if hoping Zhou You would offer a different condition.

However, Zhou You's opinion remains unquestionable.

"Don't try to negotiate with me, I only want this."

The face was still hesitant, but Zhou You had already squatted down and gently tapped its forehead.

"If I'm not mistaken, this state of being neither alive nor dead must be the work of that Bodhisattva, right? They've already put you in this state, clearly using you as a pawn. What's the point of you still defending Him? You might as well just tell me cleanly and decisively, at least you can get a clean break from me."

This time, Liu Shang finally made up his mind. He turned his eyes and looked in a certain direction.

There was only a pair of carpets made of minced meat and fat.

Zhou You didn't say anything. He stood up without a word, swept the disgusting pile of rotten matter aside with his foot, revealing the empty floor tiles underneath. He tapped them slightly, then immediately reversed the knife and smashed the tile surface with the handle!
There was a loud 'splat' sound!
The brick surface immediately shattered, revealing a hidden compartment and a wooden box inside.

There was only one thing in the box: a very thick diary with yellowed pages.

Zhou You glanced at the face, then took out his diary and casually flipped through it.

The preceding sections consisted of trivial matters, mostly related to business, and many of them were records of extortion, bullying, and market manipulation—however, since Zhou You had anticipated this, he simply skipped over this part.

But just as he turned to the middle, his casual gaze suddenly turned serious.

On this very page, the black ink suddenly disappears, replaced by a brownish color.

Zhou You took a sniff and was greeted by a musty, rusty smell.

It's the smell of blood.

This must have been written with a mixture of blood and ink.

The problem is that, judging from the condition of the pages, it has been dried for who knows how many years, but for some reason, the blood still looks as if it was just applied recently, and the smell has not yet dissipated.

The text in question was quite simple, consisting of only eight characters.

"Today, I met a Bodhisattva."

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(End of this chapter)