Quick Transmigration: Leisure

"What, my granddaughter?"

The old man looked bewildered; he was merely answering the reporter's question about his impression of Zhou Mi, stating a fact that everyone knows.

The old woman seemed like a completely different person; she started yelling about heaven and earth.

"You don't acknowledge it? Hmm?" the old woman retorted.

She looked at the reporter and said with a hint of resentment, "This person doesn't acknowledge his granddaughter and even slanders her! You're ignoring our past! You old geezer! How could you forget! It was me who gave birth to Zhou'er for you!"

The reporter was recording, his hands trembling slightly, overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of excitement.

The excitement of a journalist uncovering a major story. From what I knew beforehand, the two were just neighbors, not close acquaintances.

Now that things have come to light, the person in question is the two men's granddaughter, and this grandfather is still speaking ill of the girl.

She said that it was because she was useless and rebellious that she angered the driver.

Why did she choose not to get married and instead try to make a name for herself outside? It's utterly absurd. She deserved the fate that befell her!

They all seemed to know the inside story of the case.

And it plays a certain role in it.

Having witnessed enough of human nature, the young man instantly understood that the grandmother, who was incessantly complaining about the old man's relatives, wasn't really focusing on Zhou Mi himself, but rather on the old man's denial of their past.

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It's uncertain whether they'll be able to survive the next freezing night.

The suppressed emotions of wanting to be abandoned accumulate, amplify, and erupt in the darkness.

Everyone in the car was listening. Xia Youmi could tell from the middle-aged man's sneer that at least they had all heard about these secrets.

In Xia Youmi's own memory, there was also such a girl.

A girl born in the same village to a woman her mother despised. In her memory, her mother only mentioned her in her childhood and recently, always with a feeling of disgust, as if she had been forced to swallow a fly.

Although I have never explained it to Xia Youmi in detail.

However, it's not hard to guess that it was someone from the same village who was jealous of her parents. Believing in the saying "borrowing luck," they gave their own daughter, who was born shortly after Xia Youmi, a name with the same pronunciation as the name on the other family's newly submitted genealogy.

This matter is commonplace outside, but in their village it's considered eerie and is always avoided. Both boys and girls must be registered in the family genealogy, and once registered, their names cannot be easily changed, even if you secretly alter them outside.

They don't even acknowledge their ancestors!

Xia Youmi learned about this incident when she was a child and returned to the village. She overheard her mother and grandfather arguing, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. It was only after searching through her memories of the village that Xia Youmi discovered this vague piece of information.

Perhaps because the maternal grandfather had already made a scene, the Zhou family changed the character to "Mi" in the genealogy, creating a situation that the two families could barely accept.

So,

In my memory, Xia Youmi's mother always called her Xia Xia Baby, which makes sense.

Otherwise, Xia Youmi really couldn't figure out why she had been dragged onto the bus.

Although it's a far-fetched claim, the case the reporter investigated was related to Zhou Mi, and upon further observation, it seemed that everyone else could be linked to her as a driving force behind her tragic life.

But Xia Youmi was upright, sunny, and kind throughout her life, and she should never be put on trial.

If we say it's because of the control group?

Both daughters were born in villages, both went out to work, and are about the same age.

However, their living environments and final outcomes were worlds apart. As a control group, they confirmed the other party's misfortune, so they had to be dragged onto the bus.

It is still the time when they are holding their graduation certificates, going back to bring honor to their ancestors, sharing their good fortune and receiving praise, a time when they have a bright future.

A pitiful girl whose existence was brutally erased from the world could not bear the brilliance and heat, so she added Xia Youmi to the list of those who were being eliminated.

This guess is a bit dark.

Yes, there is no other way to break through.

Her parents had long since left the past behind and had no desire to return to the village. Whatever bad things her maternal grandfather and uncles might have done, they shouldn't have dragged her down with them.

Therefore, her very existence can only be considered a sin.

Xia Youmi lowered her head helplessly, wanting to simply express her sadness, but she quickly raised her head again.

If she is the control group, then what is Hugh's identity? She is like an assassin, like an avenger.

But all of this is just speculation.

She may seem aloof, but she will take Xia Youmi under her protection if she shows her any kindness.

This is not something an Avenger would do.

If she is the control group, the bad that caused Zhou Mi's misfortune, then is Xiu Ge bad? Or is she the one who plays the game?

Year after year, in those tedious moments of unexplored depth, it constantly speculates on the truth, listing over a hundred dark logics for Xia Youmi. Given that Xiu Ge is the protagonist of each episode, it deduces countless possible outcomes.

Xia Youmi even speculated that perhaps too many cannon fodder had survived, making it difficult to uncover the truth.

Thinking about it,

The old man ahead was having an unusually explosive argument.

It seems that the main storyline is about to be torn apart.

......

The closer it gets to midnight, the harder it is for me to fall asleep.

People kept getting up to check if the window gaps had been reinforced.

The argument between the elderly men stopped when the young man shared a piece of meat with them. At 10 p.m., the wealthy man suggested that they divide the meat first, so they would feel more at ease at night.

Neither the middle-aged family nor the young people had any objections.

After deducting what was already eaten at noon and in the afternoon, there were forty pieces left, divided by number. Ten pieces for the young, fifteen pieces for the middle-aged, and fifteen pieces for the middle-aged. Nobody was happy about it, but that was the only way to go for now.

The middle-aged man thought the strong man was more assertive, but he was also thrifty; even if he were given the food, the strong man wouldn't eat it all and would definitely leave some.

At that time, they might even snatch things away amidst the playful fighting.

If the young man takes it and gives it to the two old people, then there will truly be nothing left.

The strong man agreed to split the food in half because the middle-aged family had two adult laborers, and the middle-aged man wouldn't give too much to his wife and daughter, leaving some left over.

In the end, the two old men who had contributed their flesh were no longer of any use, and could only turn their anger towards each other.

The noise eventually faded into silence.

The young man then offered a piece of meat to quell the pointless infighting, which led them to open up further and recount the details of the case. The reporter continued recording until his recorder ran out of battery, only then feeling satisfied.

He actually had a backup power source, but he wanted to save it for his phone.

He put the recorder in his bag and began happily inspecting the window.

After blocking the hole in the partition of the driver's seat, I glanced inside and saw the driver's body smeared on the floor, dark and shapeless.

His transformation from fear to composure happened in the blink of an eye.

As midnight approached, some people started counting down, bracing themselves for the awkward situation of the eerie cold wind not being able to get in.

"Ten, nine... three, two, one!"

"boom!"

A violent crash echoed from ahead, responding to the so-called countdown, and the windshield shattered like fireworks exploding.

It is broken into uniform residue.

The old man kept wailing, complaining about heaven and earth.

I resent that the other party for committing such a heinous mistake!

Because so much glass shards were blown in, Xia Youmi, Xiu Ge, and the others from the middle section all took shelter behind their seats. They couldn't see what was happening in front of them for a moment, but they heard the old man's screams turn from pitiful to horrific.

It was accompanied by a dull thud as it pierced flesh, once, twice.