I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 43
The sudden appearance of the Grim Reaper made me reflexively turn around as I had already started heading downstairs to swipe my card and leave. I looked towards the staircase on the first and second floors.
“What’s going on?”
Seemingly attentive to me the whole time, the man who was going upstairs noticed my reaction and asked, “Little sister, is there something else you need?”
Obviously, he couldn’t see the Grim Reaper hovering in the air, nor did he have any idea about what was happening.
I…
What should I say?
To avoid arousing this man’s curiosity, I tried not to look at the Grim Reaper, which had now floated above his head.
Completely different from the Miss Grim Reaper from last night, this one that had suddenly flown out of a crack was enveloped in dense black energy all over its body. It had an eerie, unsettling feeling.
It lowered its head, wore a hood, and its face was obscured by black mist, making its appearance indistinct. It didn’t utter a word, just silently held a scythe while floating in mid-air.
“Um…”
I took a step forward, intending to say something, but I felt the same sensation as before. The space around me split open again, revealing a narrow black gap, and then the Miss Grim Reaper who had stolen my chicken soup last night emerged from it, handing me a small card.
It was an ID card.
The small card in my hand clearly displayed my photo and basic information:
Name: Yin Nuo’er
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: December 24, 2003
Address: Room 801, Building 3, Nanxiwan Residential Area, No. 3, Wanghai Road, Nanqi District, Shenzhen City
Born in 2003? 19 years old? Oh, wait, it’s only May now, so I should be 18 and a half. But why…
I look like an elementary school girl. No one would believe me if I said I was 18 years old.
I cast an inquisitive glance at the Grim Reaper girl who had only partially emerged in front of me. She gestured with her eyes towards the man not far away in the stairwell and shook her head.
Was she telling me not to interfere?
Well then…
Considering this man had very little interaction with me and was the type who changed girlfriends four or five times a month, I nodded slightly to the Grim Reaper girl, indicating that I understood.
For some reason, in that moment, I saw a hint of tenderness and full affection in Miss Grim Reaper’s eyes as she looked at me.
However, the next moment, she leaned in close to my ear—
“This is a present for you. I’ll come back tonight, Cutie.”
Immediately after, the crack beside me closed, and the Miss Grim Reaper disappeared into thin air.
—
“Little sister?”
Seeing me not speaking, the man in the stairwell became even more perplexed. He raised his voice, “What’s wrong? Is there something over there?”
“Oh… nothing, nothing.”
I quickly turned around and asked, “Big brother, what’s your name?”
“Me?”
He seemed a bit puzzled, “Why are you suddenly asking that? What do you want?”
I introduced myself, “I’m Yin Nuo’er, and you?”
“Well…”
The man hesitated for a moment but eventually said, “Zhang Weirong.”
“I see.”
I gave the man named Zhang a smile that I thought would be cute, with my hands behind my back, presenting myself as an obedient little girl. “Big brother, you look quite handsome today.”
“You… Why are you suddenly telling me all this?”
The man was clearly flustered. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing, just reflecting a bit.”
I waved my hand at him and gave a final glance to the Grim Reaper above his head. “Goodbye, big brother!”
With that, I didn’t pay any attention to the man’s reaction and ran out of the apartment without looking back.
I really shouldn’t get involved in these things.
Walking on the clean streets outside the apartment, bathed in the hazy morning sunlight, and breathing in the fresh, pure air, I silently thought to myself.
My ability to see the Grim Reaper was probably granted by that Miss Grim Reaper. If I understood correctly, the appearance of a Grim Reaper generally meant that someone was about to depart from this world. Moreover, the Grim Reaper girl and the Grim Reaper who couldn’t be seen clearly and had an unknown gender, who came to harvest lives, seemed to be different individuals.
Either there are multiple Grim Reapers in this world, or that grim reaper belongs to a category of “doppelgangers” or something.
In any case, as an ordinary person, I have no right to get involved.
The resident of Apartment 3 on the fifth floor, Room 502, I now know his name, Zhang Weirong.
In my impression, this guy falls into the category of someone who is quite “seasoned.” Sometimes, when I was rushing to meet a deadline and couldn’t sleep at two or three in the morning, I would often see him and the building manager sitting in front of the door, drinking and chatting.
When I came back after working until three or four in the morning, utterly exhausted and getting only three or four hours of sleep, I could still see him and the building manager smoking and drinking outside. Even after returning from their late-night activities, this guy still wouldn’t sleep. He would be in the group chat boasting about how much he could drink the previous night.
Sometimes, in the afternoon when I went out to buy groceries, I would see him going out alone and then coming back late at night, completely drunk. He would mumble nonsense at the bottom of the building because he forgot his keys, all the while playing games on his phone and smoking.
Smoking, drinking, irregular sleeping patterns, changing girlfriends frequently, and partying every night… This kind of lifestyle indeed makes you a prime target for the Grim Reaper.
In the past, I had only attracted the Grim Reaper when my sleep schedule was slightly irregular, bringing death upon myself due to exhaustion. But this guy had essentially maxed out his deadly “BUFFs.”
“Boss, two char siu bao (Chinese steamed pork buns)!”
“Alright!”
“Give me a youtiao (Chinese fried dough) and a cup of soy milk!”
Walking along the roadside outside the apartment to the familiar breakfast shop, amidst the aromas of soy milk, youtiao, and other pastries, I quietly stood in line behind the other customers.
I’ve been eating at this breakfast shop for almost three years. The owner and his wife are locals living nearby, very friendly. Since I always order a cup of corn juice, they’re quite familiar with me. Every time they see me heading their way, they automatically pour me a fresh cup of corn juice from the juicer at the back.
“You have to work on Labor Day today?”
When it was the turn of the person in front of me to make their purchase, perhaps because they were also a regular, the shop owner’s wife didn’t wait for him to speak and prepared eggs and soy milk for him, saying, “Doesn’t your company give you a day off?”
“Who gets a day off? Our company only gives us four days off a month. They don’t care about May 1st or Qingming Festival.”
The young man who was speaking took the breakfast handed to him and casually scanned the payment code. “If you ask me, they should just cancel Labor Day.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Labor Day was originally established to celebrate the hard-won eight-hour workday and the two-day weekend for laborers. Look at the current situation, there are no eight-hour workdays, and no weekends. We haven’t achieved what it was supposed to celebrate. Labor Day is better off being canceled. It’s a misnomer.”
He said it in a joking tone and then walked over to his electric bike and hopped on. “Good business.”
“Alright, take care!”
Now it was my turn.
“Good morning, little girl.”
It was probably the first time the shop owner’s wife had seen such a young child with long hair buying breakfast alone. She gave me a curious look. “What would you like to order?”
“One meat bun, one vegetable bun, and…”
I originally wanted to say “corn juice,” but as I thought about how this combination was almost identical to my previous self, I hesitated for a moment and casually said, “And a cup of soy milk.”
“That’s four yuan in total.”
“I’ll pay with Alipay.”
“Alright.”
Holding my breakfast, I walked back on the path and started checking the order information on my phone.
There’s a problem here now. For the past few days, I’ve been using my old Alipay and bank card to make purchases, but I don’t know where my original body has gone, and I have no idea how that Grim Reaper will handle this situation.
If “I (Uncle)” am considered missing when the time comes, then the “me (loli)” who used these Alipay and bank cards might run into a lot of trouble.
I pouted in frustration.
I must clarify these issues when I meet with that Grim Reaper tonight.
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