Chapter 2: I Killed Someone

  At this moment, I have many doubts in my heart. How did this old beggar know the address of my home?

  Why did he take the initiative to rush to the 'door' and deliver himself to death?

  Is there anyone in this world who is not afraid of death?

  Since he's not afraid of death, why did he come looking for me?

  Looking at the old beggar in front of me, I think that if someone has been a beggar for a long time and is still willing to be a beggar, it means he doesn't want to die.

  And who is the old beggar behind?

  I think that things won't be so simple, but I didn't have the chance to ask. Everything can only wait until after killing the old beggar, perhaps there will be an answer then, and the secret of the blood characters on the wall can be solved.

  I slowly moved my hand from behind, revealing the fruit knife I was holding, and placed it on the old beggar's neck. The knife was very sharp, and a deep gash instantly appeared on the old beggar's neck. My heart was pounding loudly, and I could even hear my own heartbeat. I could still feel cold sweat oozing from my palms. I turned my head away, but my hand couldn't move. I didn't dare to kill him.

  I don't dare kill people, nor do I want to kill people.

  Murder is against the law.

  Just as I was about to loosen the fruit knife around the old beggar's neck, the old beggar's face remained calm, and then he suddenly rushed towards the direction of the blade.

  With a "whoosh" sound, the blade sank deep into the old beggar's neck, and fresh blood splattered all over my face. The old beggar fell to the ground, his life extinguished, and fresh blood flowed out of the wound on his neck, flowing onto the floor. His complexion was calm, he died very calmly.

  Looking at the dead old beggar, the hand holding the fruit knife couldn't help but tremble, and with a clang, it fell to the ground.

  I killed someone.

  I really killed someone!

  This isn't my illusion, I can still clearly feel the old beggar lying on the floor, his body slowly cooling down, feeling a surge of energy leaving his body.

  Death is accompanying me, as beautiful as an angel.

  Legally speaking, I am guilty of murder, but they don't know that I have already let go and couldn't bring myself to do it.

  It was the old beggar who wasn't afraid of death and had rushed over himself.

  I thought so at that time, but if I say it out loud, who will believe me?

  I crouched beside the foul-smelling corpse of an old beggar, my eyes fixed intently on the clock on the wall. I was watching the time; it was now 11:50, just ten minutes to 12 o'clock.

  I just sat there quietly, my eyes fixed on the clock on the wall, not moving at all, only waiting for 12 o'clock to pass, maybe I could get an answer, killing people is for my own survival, because I don't want to kill people without reason, nor do I want to have a case of taking lives in my hands, even if it's just an old beggar that no one would care about.

  I thought 10 minutes was such a long time, it felt like I had been through a century. My eyes were getting dry and when the minute hand jumped to 12:00 on the wall, my heart was racing wildly. I was so tense that even my palms were sweating. When 12 o'clock passed, I confirmed that I wasn't dead, then let out a huge sigh of relief, making sure I was unharmed. Only then did I collapse exhaustedly beside the corpse, having received too much stimulation tonight, mental stimulation, and feeling extremely fatigued.

  At this moment, footsteps were heard, and I quickly got up, vigilantly looking at the 'door' outside. The next second, the sound of the key turning the 'door' handle, the person who came in was a middle-aged man, looking extraordinary, wearing a suit, adding a few points to the serious feeling.

  "Is it you who told him to come and die?" I asked cautiously, looking at the middle-aged man.

  Before the middle-aged man could answer my question, I asked again: "He said that after he died, you would come to see me."

  The middle-aged man nodded and said calmly: "Yes, nice to meet you, Chen Yu Song."

  I heard this and became vigilant, saying unpleasantly: "I'm not that happy to know you, and how did you know my name?"

  A face I didn't know pointed at an old beggar to send him to death, and he even knew my name, all of this was so bizarre that it couldn't be any more bizarre.

  The middle-aged man showed a kind smile and said: "My name is Tang Guangze, I've investigated you beforehand, so I naturally know your name."

  "Why are you investigating me? What's with the blood letters on my bedroom wall, can you explain that to me?" I asked tensely.

  Tang Guangze smiled and said: "The blood characters on the wall are because you were cursed by King Goujian of Yue."

  He didn't answer the first question but directly explained my second doubt.

  "A curse from King Goujian of Yue?" I muttered to myself, and couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.

  Tang Guangze's eyes seemed to have a magical power, tightly locking onto mine, and he smiled as he asked, "How is it that you don't remember me?"

  Upon hearing this, I subconsciously sized up Tang Guangze's face and quickly rummaged through my memories. Suddenly, it dawned on me, and I said: "So it was you! You're the guy who came to my shop two months ago with a sword for appraisal!"

  Although I received a great shock and stimulation tonight, it didn't mess up my memory.

  Because of that identification, the impression was too deep, I still remember it very clearly.

  It's like this.

  I don't remember which day it was in February, but that night, I sat on a rattan chair holding an antique appraisal book, put down the book and looked at my own two-year-old antique shop, let out a long sigh. As a university student who had just entered society, opening an antique shop really wasn't a good way out, because the water in this industry was deep enough to drown me. Without years of experience playing with antiques and collecting some pieces, it's easy to encounter fakes. But what can I do? I majored in archaeology in college after all.

  These days, studying archaeology is either joining the national archaeological team or becoming a tomb raider. My family doesn't have any background, so joining the national team is out of the question. Becoming a tomb raider would be illegal, and if I'm not careful, I'll end up in prison eating free meals.

  "Whatever, mom was right. What's wrong with choosing a major? I had to choose archaeology and now it's going to be closed in two days anyway, so I won't lose any more money." I stood up from the chair with great frustration, preparing to close up shop and take a rest.

  However, at this moment a middle-aged man rushed in hastily, holding a long wooden box with his mobile phone. The middle-aged man looked extremely frightened as if he had encountered something terrifying.

  "Little brother, are you the boss of this antique shop?" The middle-aged man walked up and asked directly.

  I took a closer look at the other person, nodded and said: "Yes, I am the owner of this antique shop." Then asked very enthusiastically: "What do you want to buy an antique? I have antiques from all dynasties here."

  Customer standard procedure, no matter what time, as long as there are customers, must put aside things in hand.

  "No, no, no..." The middle-aged man hastily shook his head and said: "I don't want to buy antiques, I came to find you for something."

  When I heard that the middle-aged man was not here to buy antiques, I immediately took a step back and my attitude changed. What's he doing in an antique shop if he's not buying antiques? Damn it, and coming so late too! I asked: "What business do you have with me?"

  "A few years ago, I bought a bronze sword from an acquaintance, but after bringing it back home, some extremely strange and frightening things happened." The middle-aged man's face was filled with fear.

  As I heard this, I suddenly became very interested. After all, antiques have a story behind them, no matter what they are. So I curiously asked: "I wonder if something terrible and strange happened in your family?"

  "Little brother, I have a favor to ask of you." The middle-aged man spoke up, his face somber.

  "You haven't said..." I was somewhat displeased.

  "I know you antique shop owners have seen it all, please, I beg of you, save me!" By the end, the middle-aged man was already in tears, sobbing as he pleaded: "As long as you can save me, I'm willing to pay you 200,000!"

  Two hundred thousand!

  When I heard this number, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

  To know that I'm about to close down the antique shop due to poor business, if I can really earn this 200,000, then there's no need to close the shop and I can also repay the debt borrowed for opening the shop, allowing my parents to live a good life.

  Seeing my hesitant expression, the middle-aged man said with a face full of fear: "I have a premonition, tonight I will die under this bronze sword."