Weird Regulator

It was snowing with rain in the mountains in December.

The cold air from the north of Tianming Mountain moves all the way south, opening the curtain of winter.

On the street in the early morning, sanitation workers kept spitting out white mist through their knitted scarves, and cold raindrops hung on their eyelashes.

The work of cleaning the road was hampered by the bulky cotton clothes, so the progress was very slow.

The worker held the wall with one hand, took off his gloves and scarf, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

In the cold air, the one-dollar lighter went back and forth several times before lighting the cigarette.

He took a deep breath, raised his head with satisfaction, and exhaled a mouthful of white mist mixed with frost.

A few withered leaves fell from the bare branches. They were beaten by rain and snow and fell to the wet road to death.

The worker sighed, held a cigarette in his mouth and picked up a tool to sweep it aside for subsequent cleaning.

But at this moment, a pretty girl suddenly appeared on the road, pressing on the fallen leaves, as if falling from the sky.

The flashing car lights on the street were mottled and dim in the rain and snow. The workers took a few steps back in panic, dropped their tools and fled.

The girl slowly opened her eyes. The rain and snow falling on her eyes turned into a mist of water vapor, making her eyes clear and beautiful.

The white sportswear was stained by the wet road and no longer as pure as before.

She just lay on the road, letting the cars pass by slowly, and looked at the sky quietly.

On rainy and snowy days, the gloomy sky was very low, as if it was about to collapse.

Slowly, warm tears fell down the girl's face.

A young man with shaggy hair and dark skin ran through the rain and snow from the other side of the street and stopped in front of her.

His voice was still so soft, he held her face and wiped away those tears for her.

Jiajia, don't cry.

…

Guan Qi, when you read this letter, it means that you are enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the fifth branch.

Similarly, it also means that the last bit of fate between you and my uncle and nephew has been exhausted.

In the first half of his life, my uncle was up and down in the business world and did many bad things. He thought that being without a wife and children was my retribution.

When I was fifty-six years old, I realized that the real retribution was coming to this Tianhai Hotel.

It turned me into neither a human nor a ghost, neither good nor evil, and my already low bottom line became lower and lower until it disappeared.

The day I met you, I was very happy, really happy.

You are the only hope and the only joy here, which makes me truly understand this world.

People can't just live.

There are many things that we should pursue, hope for, and pay for.

Good luck to you. I have already taken care of the fifth branch for you.

Your life is also miserable, and I won't be able to help you for much longer.

The intrigues in the first half of my life, the life and death struggle in the second half of my life, my old bones are about to be worn out.

After I die, I will use my sinful objects to possess my ghost in your body.

It is harmless and is an obsession I left behind to save your life.

It only appears when you are literally on the verge of death.

Perhaps, after my death, this will be the last time our uncle and nephew meet.

But I still hope you never see it.

On the other side of the computer screen, Li Guanqi had tears streaming down his face, clutching the envelope in his palm tightly and crumpling it into a ball.

A video from the past plays on the screen.

A gray-haired man was at the desk, holding a pen and writing this suicide note.

The handwriting on the letter paper was written with strong strokes, as if it was about to pierce the paper.

Li Congrong is such a sharp-edged man. He is like this in the real world, and he is like this when he enters Tianhai Hotel.

Uncle, it's time for us to leave for Fengcheng.

In the video, the door was pushed open after ringing several times, and Li Guanqi appeared at the door ready to go.

Li Congrong looked at his nephew in his prime with a smile in his eyes, and pressed the suicide note in the book at hand.

He stood up from the chair, straightened his spine, and said domineeringly:

Today, our uncle and nephew will go into battle together to capture that ghost!

…

It's still early, so people at work are either preparing breakfast, or setting their alarm clocks back a few minutes to lie in bed a little longer.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar community in front of him, Hou Guisheng had some confusion and anxiety on his face.

This community has not been demolished, but the walls have been re-insulated and repaired. It looks brand new and as beautiful as the city feels.

Ten years have passed and this is his first time back here.

A place called home.

Sometimes Hou Guisheng couldn't help but think that the timing of returning from that mission was such a coincidence.

It seems that Tianhai had long expected that Chen Hansheng would die in the fifth store manager mission, so he invited him back again after he had forgotten about it.

I'm home.

The aunt wearing a cotton hat passed by him and greeted him warmly.

Yes.

Having not socialized with others for too long, Hou Guisheng's tone of voice was a bit stiff.

It seemed that he had been doing the task for so long that he had almost forgotten what tone he should use when talking to normal people.

He finally arrived outside the unit where he lived, but the unfamiliar electronic door blocked him.

Hou Guisheng stood at the door, not knowing what to do.

For a person like him, it is not difficult to open a door, but he does feel at a loss now.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and entered a number that he knew by heart.

When the call was made, the store manager, who had fought his way through ghosts and ghosts, was extremely uneasy.

Hey, who's here so early?

A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end, as if she hadn't woken up yet, so her attitude was not good.

Hou Guisheng froze in a daze, with only the sound of wind in his ears and a blank mind.

The woman on the phone kept saying something, but he didn't listen to a word.

In a hurry, Hou Guisheng hung up the phone and ran away.

…

Tianmingshan Cemetery.

Two bone-white tombstones are close together. The portraits of a man and a woman on them are smiling very kindly. It can be seen that they were very affectionate during their lifetimes.

There are no weeds and no dirt around the cemetery. It is probably because people often come to clean it.

A rain and snowstorm washed away the tombstones even more cleanly. They looked brand new, as if they had been buried here not long ago.

Xue Tingtao knelt obediently in front of the tombstone, holding a bouquet of white calla lilies with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Looking at the portrait on the tombstone, some things that happened in the past often echoed in his mind.

Putting down the flowers, he raised his head and looked at the rain and snow in the sky, and said softly:

It's almost the new year again.

Xue Tinghai was wrapped in a woolen coat but unbuttoned, letting the cold wind blow on his chest and asked quietly.

At this time in the past, Mom would be in the kitchen rolling out dough and making dumplings.

Those memories appeared on Xue Tingtao's face. After a moment, he turned his head and said with a smile:

I remember when I was a kid, big brother, you always took away the food from my bowl because of your physical strength, so I never had enough to eat.

Another year, I couldn't help but feel hungry in the middle of the night, so I went to the kitchen to look for meat, but in the dark, I stuffed raw meat filling into my mouth.

Because of this incident, I had a bad stomach and had to be injectable for several days. The money was enough for us to eat many meals of dumplings.

Xue Tinghai kicked his younger brother, couldn't help but smile and cursed:

Your boy has been a troublemaker since he was a child.

The rain is getting less and less, but the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the world is about to be enveloped in a vast white.

The two brothers stopped talking. One of them stood on the ground and the other lay on the ground with their parents who were sleeping here.

In the quiet cemetery, Xue Tinghai closed his eyes and whispered:

I want to eat the dumplings made by mom.