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"Lindenko didn't respond, so there shouldn't be any movement."

When Song Mi left, he remembered that the first time he came here was because of the Zhang family.

"How is Zhang Yuling doing recently?" Song Mi asked.

"Same as always, I've already reported the matter she raised last time to my superiors, and they've approved it. I'm just busy lately and don't have time to take her there."

Zhang Yuling’s request was not excessive, and she didn’t have much time left, so it wouldn’t hurt to meet him once. Now that so many things were involved, who knows, what use would the secret Zhang Yuruo told her be?

Song Mi understood his thoughts and agreed.

"See you tonight." Song Mi left the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner at the Security Bureau, and she took the scale to find Si Qicheng first.

Song Mi passed by a fruit shop and saw the newly-arrived navel oranges. They looked good, so she bought a few.

While paying, Song Mi was suddenly bumped by someone, and his phone fell to the ground, with the screen shattered.

"Oh my, who is this blind man?" The boss who was about to scan the payment code was so angry that he started cursing when he saw his phone become like this.

But the figure that bumped into Song Mi left in a hurry without even looking back, but it looked like a female.

Fortunately, it was only broken, not damaged. Song Mi quickly paid the bill and caught up with the woman.

Song Mi grabbed her shoulders and a bunch of fruits fell out of her arms.

The man turned around and glanced at Song Mi, only to see a sickly and skinny face without a trace of life, and a pair of eyes that were frighteningly empty.

The man didn't care about the things on the ground and ran away.

The boss also saw the man's dropped fruit from a distance, and was so angry that he chased after him, beat him up and scolded him, and picked up the better fruits on the ground.

After picking up the fruits, the boss wanted to thank Song Mi, but found that she had already hurried to chase that person.

"Girl, that alley is remote and the things there are not valuable, stop chasing her!" the boss shouted anxiously.

But Song Mi walked very fast, and before she finished shouting, Song Mi had disappeared.

Song Mi chased this person not because she stole things, but because she had the aura of the living dead.

This person should have died long ago, but she can move now. She is not the type of person who can revive by possessing a dead body like Song Mi.

This person's soul is her own soul. Her soul is still alive, but her body has long lost the breath of life.

There was still a trace of that person's breath on Song Mi's fingertips. She used the talisman as a guide to lead her to the place where that person was hiding.

This is an alley that is ready for demolition. The white paint on the yellow brick walls has peeled off and is mottled over a large area. Many windows are gone, and some courtyard gates have even collapsed.

It's obvious that no one lives here anymore.

The talisman took Song Mi around several dilapidated courtyards and stopped in front of a small three-story dilapidated building.

The doors upstairs were all wide open, and standing downstairs one could clearly see the situation inside the house - it had become an uninhabited ruin.

Only the door of the house at the very end of the second floor, which was painted with mottled green paint, was tightly closed, and the talisman also stopped in front of that door.

Song Mi went up and knocked on the door twice, but there was no movement from inside. Song Mi pushed the door open carefully, and a man in black rushed towards her. Song Mi dodged to the side, and an old chair fell to the ground.

The girl then swung the kitchen knife at Song Mi. Song Mi quickly released the force from her hands, clasped his hands behind his back, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground.

"I don't have any money!" The girl looked both self-righteous and confident.

"I don't want money from you." Song Mi stopped her from struggling.

"Then why are you looking for me?" The girl didn't understand. She was so poor, why did this man look for her?

"You are already dead, why are you still alive?" The girl turned her head away in shock, with such an expression on her sick face, which looked a bit scary.

"How... who are you?"

Song Mi twisted her arm and she slowly lowered her head. "I didn't do anything bad. I just followed the game mission. I just wanted to live..."

"Game?" Song Mi thought of Lu Yin.

The girl said her name was Wang Ying and she was only twenty-seven years old.

"I was diagnosed with cancer a year ago and received a critical illness notice six months ago. My parents have passed away long ago, and all my savings were used up while I was recuperating in the hospital.

Later I discovered the game Green Field, which I had intended to use to kill time, but I didn’t expect that as long as I completed the tasks, my body would actually recover.”

"What was your last mission?"

"Finally?" Wang Ying thought for a long time. "Finally, they asked me to donate my most precious thing, but I have nothing. Life is precious, but I'm dying soon. I only have a few thousand yuan left, so I donated it all to Greenland."

"Where are your game records?" Song Mi let her go after making sure she stopped struggling.

"After I was reborn, my game records disappeared." Wang Ying showed her all her download records, including bank transfer records, which had disappeared.

It seemed as if she had never even downloaded such a software, but her memory was indeed restored because of this software.

Looking at her haggard and decadent appearance, Song Mi took out the payment code from her phone and transferred 10,000 yuan to her.

"Since you're alive, live well and stop stealing."

Wang Ying looked at the extra 10,000 yuan transfer record in disbelief. Because her sickly face was too scary, no one had ever hired her, not even the job of washing dishes in a restaurant.

Wang Ying stood on her second floor, looking at Song Mi who had already come downstairs, and called out, "What's your name?"

Song Mi turned around and looked at her, "Song Mi."

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough to reach Wang Ying's ears.

Song Mi.

Wang Ying looked at her back, tears welling up in her skinny and sunken eyes. This was the first kindness she had received from people other than Lu Yin since she fell ill.

When Song Mi returned to the fruit shop carrying navel oranges, he looked at the time and it was already past four o'clock.

Song Mi called Si Qicheng, who said he was done with his work and had booked a restaurant next to the company, so she could just go there directly.

The traffic was particularly congested on weekends, and it was already past five o'clock when Song Mi arrived at the restaurant, but fortunately he made it in time.

"The road is too congested, sorry." Song Mi felt that it would be more convenient to ride a motorcycle next time he went out.

"No hurry, why are you apologizing to me?" Si Qicheng stood up and came to help her take off her coat, and saw that she was carrying a small box.

"What is this?" Si Qicheng asked curiously.

Song Mi even picked out a small gift box to put it in. "This is for you."

Si Qicheng asked the waiter to serve the food. He pulled Song Mi to the dining table and opened the box. There were four round and plump oranges inside.

Si Qicheng looked at Song Mi in confusion, "Why four oranges?"

"These are navel oranges!" Song Mi smiled like a cunning cat, "Four navel oranges, Si Qicheng!"

"..." Si Qicheng finally understood the meaning of the four oranges and couldn't help laughing. "How could you come up with such a homonym?"

"When I came to see you, I passed by a fruit shop and saw some beautiful navel oranges, so I thought of you." Song Mi said truthfully.

The smile between Si Qicheng's eyebrows became more and more intense. From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time he heard someone give him such a homophonic nickname, but it seemed not bad.

What's more, Song Mi thinks of him just by seeing the orange, and even praises him for being handsome!

"Do you like it?" Song Mi asked.

"I like it." He really liked it. This should be the first time Song Mi gave him something.

Although he was a little reluctant to eat it now, he couldn't take it away for a while, so when the waiter came to serve the dish, he asked the waiter to help cut it and serve it.

After all the dishes were served, the waiters left. Si Qicheng suddenly stood up and asked Song Mi to close her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Song Mi was puzzled, but still did as he was told.

Si Qicheng stood next to her and asked her to stretch out her hand.

Song Mi felt a metallic coolness on the ring finger of her right hand. She opened her eyes and looked at Si Qicheng who was half-kneeling in front of her, stunned.

"What are you doing?"

Song Mi wanted to help Si Qicheng up, but Si Qicheng didn't move. "Actually, I owe you not only the ring, but also a wedding."