At 4:00, Nu Da Chang Yu's first iron grinding third watch

  In the afternoon, I couldn't bear my headache anymore and had to ask for a leave. Director Wang looked at me with an inquiring gaze but didn't say anything else, just told me to go back home, take some medicine and have a good rest.

  After all, a funeral home is a place with a heavy atmosphere of death. We deal with the dead every day, and occasionally some discomfort can be understood, so he didn't ask any further questions.

  I greeted my uncle, and he also knew that something was wrong during the day, so he was planning to come see me. Now that I'm here, he's not so worried anymore, and after comforting me for a few words, he said he would cook delicious food for me tonight.

  So I hailed a taxi that was stopped at the entrance and went home after what happened in the morning.

  All the way, he looked preoccupied with his thoughts. I don't know why, but when we were approaching my home, his fists clenched even tighter, which made me feel uneasy. It seemed like someone was going to be in trouble.

  After the car stopped downstairs, when I paid and got off, his figure disappeared unknowingly! I was a bit confused about the situation, worried that something might go wrong, and ran upstairs with a headache.

  I was already having a headache, and now that I've gotten angry, the brain that had just started to feel a little better has turned into mush again. Everything looks blurry and unclear.

  Leaning against the handrail of the stairs, rubbing his temples, he cursed: "Damn it, Ming Yan, do you want to make a scene on this festive day? Not knowing how to cherish me is one thing, but I'm already half-dead, and you're actually playing hide-and-seek with me!"

  As I walked up with a sigh, took out the key and opened the door, I heard a mournful cry coming from inside the house. But as I listened carefully, the sound stopped abruptly, could it be that the person inside had heard my footsteps?

  Won't be robbed again?

  My heart suddenly rose to my throat. I looked at the neighbors on the left and upstairs, and it seemed that no one else was startled. How did the sound suddenly disappear?

  I looked around the room suspiciously, then quietly closed the door and tiptoed in. Listening carefully, I realized that the sound was coming from my uncle's room. The voice sounded familiar because I had heard similar noises last night, and this morning I saw a certain someone with a swollen face and a scowl on their face.

  Chang Yu isn't Snake Immortal, is he? Then who's repairing him?

  I was a bit dazed and pushed open the door: "Chang Yu, Ming Yan just had an epileptic fit, I don't know where he ran to..."

  Now that Chang Yu is at home, I have nothing to be afraid of. At this time, another thing is more important. However, when I opened the door and said that Ming Yan had gone missing, what I saw in front of me was a shocking scene.

  At this moment, the snake immortal looked like a domestic animal waiting to be slaughtered, with both hands and feet tied together, and a pair of socks stuffed inside. He looked at me pitifully by the door, his pleading expression was particularly heartbreaking.

  At the same time, Ming Yan, who was secretly scolding his ancestors, was also in the room, with a gloomy face, gritting his teeth and kicking Chang Yu's foot, looking very unsatisfied.

  I stared blankly at them, casting a somewhat sympathetic glance at Chang Yu, and asked: "What act are you guys singing now?"

  Chang Yu's mouth was stuffed with socks, and except for shaking his head and humming, he couldn't say anything.

  Ming Yan turned around and saw that I was back, smiled at me, and kicked Chang Yu who was humming and muttering to himself, saying: "I told you this guy is unreliable, it's all his doing!"

  He said that I was a bit confused, rubbing my somewhat dizzy head, "Can you make it clear? I'm a bit confused, I don't understand!"

  Ming Yan held my hand and helped me sit in Uncle's armchair, telling me all the ins and outs that I didn't know.

  Yuan Xue's feelings for Ming Yan were all due to Chang Yu's momentary confusion.

  That day, after saving Rong Yu and Yuan Xue, Ming Yan had gone to see them. It was on that day that I had the idea of asking for help. However, at that time, my attitude was too resolute, and Ming Yan only said to let Yuan Xue test my tone, but didn't think that all of this would be seen through by me.

  Ming Yan was really considerate in helping Yuan Xue, and he endured my cold jokes and ridicule, waiting for me to come around. Chang Yu and Yuan Xue both saw this, and for a young girl like Yuan Xue, at an age when she was just starting to develop feelings, she was still very confused about emotions, and with Chang Yu sometimes not understanding her, Yuan Xue slowly began to rely on Ming Yan.

  Every time she sees Ming Yan, she becomes so shy that she can't help it. Ming Yan's gentleness and humility make the little girl secretly admire her. When we were busy with her affairs to the point of being overwhelmed, her heart began to change slowly, becoming less urgent than before, but having the idea of giving up reincarnation.

  She then got a way to stay from Chang Yu's mouth, which was to give up the opportunity of reincarnation and make up her mind to cultivate into a ghost fairy, thinking that she could be with Ming Yan together.

  The whole thing can be summed up in just a few words, but the reality is that it's a matter of life and death. In Chang Yu's opinion, an offhand remark has brought me so much trouble.

  I understood the whole story, although I was curious about how Ming Yan suddenly realized it. But seeing Yuan Xue's appearance today, I more or less guessed something. Glancing at Chang Yu who was still tied up like a rice dumpling, he harmlessly shrugged his shoulders and stood up to walk towards him.

  Chang Yu's dry and withered eyes blinked fearfully as he stared at me, his head shaking like a drum, humming and muttering as if I would eat him in the next second.

  Obviously he is more terrifying than me, I should be afraid of him instead, how did it turn out this way?

  I squatted down and didn't hit him, but patted his head comfortingly. I looked up with a hint of reproach and said, "It's already happened, what's the use of hitting him now?"

  Chang Yu heard this and was deeply moved, tears streaming down his face. He nodded vigorously in agreement, thinking that what I said made sense.

  Ming Yan was puzzled, staring at Chang Yu and then at me with a questioning gaze: "Why didn't you hit him? This guy's big mouth almost got you slapped, shouldn't he be punished?"

  "I didn't say you were wrong either." I stood up with my hands on the bed frame, let out a long sigh, shook my head and raised the corner of my mouth to give Chang Yu a cold, stern glance. "Since we've already tied ourselves together, it's not bad to just settle this one account lightly. It's also fine to include all the old accounts from before when you guys were plotting against me."

  I've had enough, I dropped the sympathetic disguise and walked towards Ming Yan with a bad attitude: "Just beat him to a pulp, let him remember it for a while, don't beat him to death, be gentle. My head hurts, stop beating him and take him to the living room, I still have questions to ask!"

  Originally still angry, this time I knew the truth, my mood improved and even my headache wasn't so painful anymore.

  Ming Yan heard my words and accepted my command very readily without any doubt.

  It was just the muffled cry behind me that sounded like a pig being slaughtered, which made me unbearable to look straight at it. It seems that Ming Yan's hand is quite ruthless, otherwise he wouldn't have cried out so miserably!

  What needs to be said will still be said, no matter how much fuss is kicked up.

  Ming Yan carried out the somewhat disheveled Chang Yu, whose handsome face was now almost unrecognizable, having clearly swollen up a circle.

  He handed me a tattered paper bag, his mouth twitching in pain as he said, "This is what I brought back from the Liu's yesterday."

  I couldn't help but feel a little sympathy, so I turned my head to look at Ming Yan and gave him a thumbs up. It wasn't exactly praise, just an expression of admiration: "That's ruthless!"

  "He asked for it, this is considered light, best not to give me trouble again in the future, otherwise I won't just hit him but stew him." Ming Yan stood with his hands behind his back, coldly and angrily staring at Chang Yu, still grinding his teeth, apparently this one beating was not enough to eliminate his resentment.

  Chang Yu was so scared that he shrunk his neck, and from his expression, it didn't seem like he was just going along with Ming Yan's words, but rather, it was a genuine tremble of fear. I looked at Chang Yu with inquiring eyes, and the latter simply smiled nonchalantly, still able to let go even after being beaten so badly.

  Is he trying to tell me something? For example, a ghost's grudge...

  Chang Yu moved to my other side, keeping a distance as if it made him feel safer, using me as a shield to boost his courage and said: "Let's discuss something, if there's really something important, next time, in non-serious situations, can you not hit the face? If it gets broken, I won't be able to go out and do things."

  "Hmph." Ming Yan's action was like that of an ancient person who was angry, he flung his sleeve and sat down on the sofa beside me, ignoring him.

  This counts as turning the page, Chang Yu also understood and resumed his usual playful smile, sitting on the sofa on the other side of the coffee table. Even though he was beaten up, he didn't forget to eat. He picked up a greasy peach and took a bite, saying to me: "Yesterday when I went to get it, there were two groups of people staring at me. This thing is obviously just a bunch of nonsense, my IQ can't even understand it. Why are they acting like it's something they must have?"

  I took out the things inside while listening to him recount what had happened, and after placing everything on the table, I looked at the secrets that everyone wanted to get in a daze.

  A nighttime neon-lit photo of a certain large bridge, a geometric formula, a string of nonsensical Arabic numerals, and a sheet of paper with different words scribbled in disarray - what concept is this?

  With my high school diploma, I'm not smart enough to guess the riddle! Are these mismatched things really evidence?

  I looked at the paper bag again, and turned it upside down, afraid of dropping anything. Two pieces of paper came out, one was a shopping receipt and the other was a special paper for a savings box.

  I'm completely clueless about deciphering, this kind of detective game will only get my brain tangled. I looked to the two men beside me for help, pointing at the things on the table and asked shamelessly: "This, how do you solve it? Are you sure that's all there is?"

  Chang Yu also looked as bewildered as I did, shaking his head and saying: "Don't question it anymore, this thing the old master said was his son's most treasured possession, because it didn't look valuable, so they were all placed outside, he never thought that one day they would become the target of outsiders, so important.

  Moreover, Liu Sheng also had a dream given to the old man, saying that as long as I go under your name, it will be given to me, and others are not allowed to discuss.

  I looked at the things on the table with a bitter face, this Liu Sheng is really weird, isn't he giving me a hard time?