I Will Never Submit to Miss Grim Reaper - Chapter 59

Perhaps due to the evening rush hour, it took me nearly 40 minutes to get from my rented apartment to the convention center in the morning, but the return trip took a whole hour.

Moreover, the bus was packed throughout the journey, and many commuters were even squeezed to the back, without even a handrail to hold onto, having to rely on the nearby seats to maintain balance.

With so many people, I couldn’t concentrate on writing in the hot and noisy environment, so I sat in the corner by the window, hugging my rabbit backpack filled with all my “stuff,” while looking at messages on my phone.

Whether it was the authors’ group, the readers’ group, the anime group, or the gaming group, almost all the QQ messages today were discussing the “new Loli editor” at Yae-Do. My various photos were shared everywhere, and there were even suspicions that “the photos taken at the convention were retouched.” Later, many passersby came out to confirm, “No retouching and no beautification, this little Loli really looks like this,” and as a result, both Yae-Do and Honeydew websites saw a significant increase in their popularity.

As for WeChat groups, the overall atmosphere appeared quite peculiar.

I hardly use WeChat in my daily life. In my eyes, it’s a tool primarily used by older generations or business professionals. Moreover, WeChat didn’t make a favorable impression on me initially. It started as a tool for casual encounters, emerging during a time when QQ dominated the market. It promoted features like the “shake” function, where some more adventurous college students or bored middle-aged individuals would shake their phones, match with nearby people, chat briefly, and then meet up for various purposes.

I distinctly remember that when I was still in middle school, my classmates were all discussing who had downloaded WeChat and who was a “screw.” It later gained popularity through these casual encounters, and WeChat began promoting features like “free text messages” and “free calls” to persuade middle-aged and older people to download the app and connect with their older acquaintances.

So, on my WeChat, I’ve mostly added adults, bosses, leaders, teachers, or tenants here at my Apartments.

?What happened in Building Three? Why did I see a lot of police when I passed by just now? Did someone commit a crime??

?And there were ambulances, I saw several nurses go in and carry someone out. It’s so scary.?

At this moment, it seemed like everyone in the my Apartments’ group chat was discussing the situation in Building Three, where I reside. Many people posted photos taken at the scene.

In these photos, you could see many police officers questioning nearby residents and property managers, and there were doctors in white coats holding notebooks, jotting something down.

?Their face is covered, it must be too late.?

?A homicide? Is it that terrifying? Don’t scare me.?

?What the heck? Someone actually died? Why isn’t the property management explaining? It’s 2022, and there’s still home invasion murder?!?

Later, perhaps because things were getting a bit out of control, several property managers came out to provide an explanation in the group chat.

?Everyone, please calm down. It’s not as you heard. Please relax.?

?@Everyone, let me provide a unified explanation. Last night, the tenant in Unit 502 of Building Three and the property manager drank all night, and in the morning, he didn’t rest well and had a heated argument with his girlfriend. He was very emotional. At 10 a.m. this morning, the property manager went to Unit 502 to check because he was concerned and found that the tenant had lost consciousness. He immediately called an ambulance. It’s not a homicide, so please stop spreading rumors.?

?The initial examination by the doctor indicates that it was shock caused by a ruptured blood vessel and excessive bleeding. Currently, the tenant is undergoing treatment at the hospital.?

?Please take care of your health, tenants. Rest on time, drink less, and smoke less.?

Scrolling further down, you would see various suspicions from the tenants at the Wuj? Apartments:

?No way, right? Just a drink at night, and it ends like this? A ruptured blood vessel? Which blood vessel??

?I work the night shift. Could it happen to me one day? I also like to drink!?

?Can they save him? What did the doctor say??

?This doesn’t add up. If it’s in the hospital for treatment, why did the police come??

Even when I scrolled to the bottom of the group chat, I didn’t see any property manager explaining the incident again, indicating that they were planning to handle it quietly.

Even if I had to guess, Mr. Zhang Weirong from Unit 502 probably didn’t make it.

And he likely passed away before the ambulance arrived, with the doctors possibly attempting to resuscitate him on the scene for a while and then covering him with a white sheet after determining it was unsuccessful.

As for the police officers, they probably came to rule out foul play.

The primary source of income for the Apartments is rent, and even though it’s 2022, people will still care about matters related to “death” – a room once had a death, would you dare to rent it?

So, handling it quietly is the best approach. Just say he became unconscious due to drinking, and then the ambulance took him away. Comfort the tenants in the group chat and say nothing more.

If any tenants bring up the matter in the future or persistently inquire, respond with the famous line: “I don’t know.”

Did someone die? I don’t know, the hospital didn’t inform me.

The tenant in Unit 502? You should ask Property Manager A.

I don’t know what happened either, ask Property Manager B.

Anyway, playing dead should suffice.

“I wonder if Miss Grim Reaper is going to show up at this time.”

At 6:20 in the evening, I finally got off the overcrowded bus after quite a while and walked along the exit of the bus depot, dragging my weary body back to the rented apartment I had been living in for several years.

By this time, the doctors and police officers photographed in the WeChat group had already disappeared from the scene. There were tenants returning from work, charging their small electric scooters on the ground floor, or coming down from upstairs with small bags to go to the market.

The sky remained as gloomy and hot as it was in the morning, seemingly on the brink of rain, but it was unclear when it would start.

“Beep, beep, beep, beep… Unlocked.”

I entered the password, confirmed it, and the door in front of me popped open with a creak.

“I’m back…”

I cautiously stepped into the room, looking around the quiet space. After confirming that there was no one in the apartment, I closed the door behind me.

It seemed that Miss Grim Reaper hadn’t shown up yet.

Thinking of “Miss Grim Reaper,” fragments of the dream I had during the afternoon nap resurfaced in my mind.

Did I… actually know that person before?

Or was it just a dream born out of writing fantasy stories all the time lately?

After changing into the small slippers at the entrance, placing the cola from my rabbit backpack into the fridge, taking a sip of cold water, I “plopped” onto the computer chair.

Originally, doing this as a grown-up would have caused the computer chair to spin around in place, but this time, probably due to my lightweight, it only moved the chair a little.

Now, one thing I can be completely certain of is… I knew that grim reaper, and our past relationship seems to have been quite good.

If the dreams I’ve been having these past few days really are events from my previous life with the miss grim reaper, then she’s likely been “helping” me these days rather than “punishing” me.

What I can’t figure out now is the specifics of these magic and previous life scenarios.

After all, there are so many similar setups, with various interpretations of reincarnation, in each novel world, the rules of magic and otherworlds are all different. Not to mention the various death-related characters in this world, such as Meng Po, God, spirits, and Yama. With such diverse settings, wouldn’t it take several hundred thousand words just to compile the rules of these otherworlds?

If I’ve lost my memories because of “reincarnation,” then there’s no point in overthinking it on my own.

After resting for a while in the computer chair, I decided to go buy groceries and cook dinner, then ask the grim reaper these questions when she arrives.

“I’m going grocery shopping. The location is the commercial street about one kilometer southeast of the rental apartment, Star Source Supermarket. I’ll be back in no more than half an hour.”

I took out a sheet of letter paper from under the computer desk, and in a clean and cute loli font, I wrote this line on it. After cutting the tape, I walked to the largest appliance in the room besides the computer, the refrigerator, and stuck the note on it.

Even though I know that the death reaper has the ability to go anywhere and see anyone’s privacy, she probably doesn’t need me to announce my whereabouts like this.

After completing all this, I roughly tidied up my long hair and denim overalls in front of the mirror. I emptied the contents of my rabbit backpack and placed a plastic bag that I had left over from shopping inside.

“Hopefully, when I come back, I’ll get all the answers from someone who’s not very reasonable.”