Weird Regulator

Many years later, if there are still people alive...

Maybe they will still remember the four hours on January 3, 2016, and those who will never come back.

How many people died and how many people survived in this super-large task of ten branches that took a year to prepare.

The dead were unwilling, regretful, remorseful, and relieved.

The living were sad, mournful, fearful, and punished.

There is no torture in the world that is more cruel than memory, because people who carry memories have to continue to bear more pain.

…

22:10.

A broken red rope was tied to Li Guanqi's broken left limb, letting it flutter in the wind, like a broken fate.

The swaying rope was like the willow branches in his memory, and also like the colors on the girl's braids.

It flickered in front of his eyes, pulling his memories back to a long, long time ago.

Lu Caiwei jumped in front of Li Guanqi, wrapped around his arm, and smiled at him foolishly.

Two white little canine teeth embedded in the pouting lips, close to his ear, whispering a "little secret" to him.

"Actually, I don't like doing missions at all. I just want to protect you in every dangerous moment..."

The red rope broke twice in the wind. The unreasonable wind was so violent that it swept this last bit of thought into the sky and blew it away without a trace.

"Protect you..."

"Protect you..."

"You..."

Li Guanqi finally woke up and burst into tears.

His broken body couldn't catch up with the red rope that was drifting farther and farther away. He crawled forward with his last hand in a mess, but it was useless.

Just like the fate that had already ended, the more you want to grasp it, the more you will lose it.

...

22:10.

White steam filled the entire hot private room.

The air outlet of the copper pot was emitting white smoke, and the room was so stuffy that it made people cry.

The boiling red oil was swirling with well-cooked tripes, which rolled, curled, and turned white, exposing their bellies, torturing each other.

Plates and handfuls of tripes were thrown into the pot by Su Chenghe one after another, until the hot pot soup overflowed from the copper furnace and made a squeaking evaporation sound on the furnace wall.

Su Chenghe no longer felt realistic and handsome through the endless steam, only numbness and blur.

He stared blankly at the cold and hard custom-made chair next to him, without saying a word.

This chair was bigger than any other chair in the private room, twice as big, very special and eye-catching.

Its owner was a simple and honest man who was two meters and two meters tall and weighed three hundred kilograms.

The rising steam enveloped the room, blocking the view, as if it had a magic that made people fall into hallucinations.

Su Chenghe looked at the chair infatuatedly, and he actually saw the man in a trance, rolling up his sleeves with his big hands and laughing heartily.

"Don't just stand there, let's celebrate that we both survived our seventh mission, celebrate!"

The tripe in the pot, which had been impatient for a long time, was picked up with a chopstick and wrapped with a secret dipping sauce with just the right saltiness, giving off a strong aroma that aroused appetite.

In the warm and comfortable room, listening to the cold wind outside the window, just smelling the fragrance is enough to make people intoxicated.

"Yes... yes... celebrate! Celebrate! Hahahahaha."

Su Chenghe came to his senses, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a full bowl, eating, picking, eating, picking...

Until the bowl in front of him fell over, the soup splashed, and the sauce flowed down the table to the ground.

The man who had never cried, with his mouth full of tripe and meat slices, cried "sobbingly".

His hands could no longer stop, and he only cared about tasting the "bitter and salty" food with one chopstick, one chopstick, one mouthful, and one mouthful. "Celebrate! Dachui, let's celebrate..."

...

"An'an, this is the fifth letter I have written since you died.

When you were alive, I made you worry too much, and after you died, I didn't let you rest, and I always disturbed you.

Am I really disappointing...

The moment I heard the news of your death, I really wanted to grow up.

Your death will make me reborn, make me independent, make me calmer and more courageous, and more like a store manager.

But I'm afraid...

I'm afraid of the night in this hotel, I'm afraid of those shop assistants who rely on me to survive, I'm even afraid of being called a store manager.

Have I disappointed you? (Changed to: I really don't want to disappoint you!)

This morning, I opened the first four letters I wrote to you again, wanting to remember myself who made those vows.

But you don't know, three little I will lead the team to carry out a joint mission of the ten branches.

The location of this mission is Orange Lake Happy World. I went there when I was a freshman. There are many fun places there. The uncle who sells cotton candy praised me for being pretty...

(Delete this sentence)

Such a large joint mission is unprecedented, and it is also a mission that we have discussed and brewed for nearly a year.

Li Yi, Ji Li, Fang Shenyan, Hou Guisheng... Those terrible people are going to participate, and the lineup is even stronger than the store manager mission.

So I know that this mission will be very, very difficult.

An An, I feel no confidence...

Mo Chou has been helping me with strategies, but Sister Chen has always been pouring cold water on me. I hate her! (But I know she is actually a good sister.)

I don’t need her to say it, I know that this time it may be really dangerous.

But believe me, this is definitely not my suicide note.

You always say I am immature and childish, but if I don't do this, I will be so scared that I won't even have the courage to live.

Maybe I can survive this mission, maybe not.

If I can get out of Orange Lake alive, I will forget you and never bother you again.

If I really die there, I will find you and we will be a pair of happy ghosts together.

(Laughing) Jiajia~”

…

Tianmingshan Cemetery, row 3 D4.

Xue Tingtao took off the scarf from his neck and used it to clean the fallen leaves and thin ice on the bone-white tombstone.

His palm brushed the black words on the white background from top to bottom - "Brother Xue Tinghai's tomb, brother Tingtao Li".

He has left some short stubble on his chin, and his originally fair face has darkened a bit, looking no longer as fragile as before.

Only when he saw the three words "Xue Tinghai", his eyes still showed a strong sense of dependence.

The tombstone engraved with "loving father Xue Liye, loving mother Zeng Meihua" , standing next door, including Xue Tingtao's family of four, they have been reunited.

The tombstone of his parents was filled in by Xue Tinghai when he was seventeen years old.

The tombstone of his brother was also filled in by Xue Tingtao before the commission mission.

In fact, there are no bones in these three tombs, they are all cenotaphs.

The winter wind is always cold, and the sky is always far away, often reminding people of some distant things and people in the past.

This time Xue Tingtao did not cry, he stood in front of the tombs of his parents and brothers, his voice was very soft.

"Dad, Mom, and brother, don't worry, Tingtao has grown up."

...

In the wind, in the water, in the letter, in the tombstone... those scenes are all the fate of killing.