1. The Messenger of Death
I am a person who can predict death. Don't believe me? You can come and check my case records. I have accurately predicted 11 deaths. I can predict the life and death of patients more accurately than medical staff. At this point, you may be typing Chills, because if you are unfortunate enough to be the object of my prediction, you will undoubtedly call me the god of death and avoid me as much as possible; however, if you are the enemy of the object of the prediction, or even the spouse or children, and there is a possibility that you can benefit from it, then you can call me the god of death. My God, we can talk. Actually, I don't care what others call me, as long as you pay for my predictions.
I don't have a proper job, no wife, no children, and when I feel lonely I go to the red light district to have fun. I usually only have a cat to keep me company. As for my neighbors, let alone them, they are a group of elderly people who are about to die – because, There is a nursing home next door to me. When I have nothing to do, I like to take my cat to the nursing home for a stroll. I am familiar with the doctors and nurses there.
That day, I had a lot of money in my bank account, so I could spend a lot of money. During that time, I became addicted to gambling and started spending time in casinos. I was placing bets at the slot machine with great interest when a The guy in sunglasses patted my shoulder and said, "Steven? The legendary 'Messenger of Death'?" Although this guy's behavior was not very polite, he was taller and stronger than me, so I definitely couldn't beat him. For the sake of my friend, I didn't argue with him. I shrugged and said, "It's me. What do you want?"
This guy took me to the smoking room, and we talked while puffing smoke. He said his name was Baroque, and there was an old man named Hasin in the nursing home next door, and that was his father. He has always been a bad person, and he was always confused about it. Later he realized that the reason was that his mother was a dissolute person when she was young, and his father always suspected that he was not his biological son.
"This problem is easy to solve. A DNA test will reveal the truth." I interrupted.
Baroque said that it would be nice if his father thought the same way, but his father was a man with a strange temper. He would not listen to anyone's opinions on anything he believed in, and he would not do any scientific verification. As he grew older, his temper calmed down a lot, but he still felt resentful about his mother's past. Although his mother had passed away for many years, he was still indifferent to Baroque. He even adopted a son. What's more outrageous is that he He has repeatedly expressed his intention to leave a large portion of his inheritance to his adopted son, although he has not yet left a will.
Hearing this, I seemed to understand something: "Oh, you must want me to keep a close eye on him to prevent him from getting confused in his last moments and really depriving you of your inheritance rights." "You are so smart!" Baroque said fiercely. "My father is a wealthy man. He has at least five million in assets. As long as the inheritance I inherit is considerable enough, even if it's only 50%, it will be a huge number. I will never treat unfairly those who help me, you know. "
We looked at each other meaningfully and said goodbye to each other.
According to Baroque's request, I immediately rushed to the nursing home. I was only responsible for keeping an eye on Hasin and tracking his life trajectory. Once that trajectory showed signs of coming to an end, I would immediately inform Baroque. I didn't need to worry about other things. I met the old man named Hasin, who was already bedridden. The doctor said he had an incurable disease and would not live long. I deliberately asked him about Hasin's family background. The doctor said Hasin was a The wealthy man was generous with his money. He set up a special account in the sanatorium with a six-digit amount. The money in his account was available to doctors at any time as long as the hospital deemed it necessary.
I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard this. It seemed that what Baroque said was true. I could make a fortune again.
2. Strange employer
For the sake of that handsome reward, I appeared at the nursing home with my cat every day. If the cat behind me hadn’t explained something, people who didn’t know me would have thought I was an employee of the nursing home. My efforts paid off. , I found that Hasin's life was coming to an end, so I quickly called Baroque: "My dear employer, the old man you care about will probably go to see God in a few hours."
In the microphone, Baroque's voice was full of surprise and doubt: "Hey, are you sure? A nurse in the nursing home said that my father is suddenly very energetic today and has a good appetite."
I stared at the room where Hasin was, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Damn it! Those idiots who only rely on instruments know what a last gasp is. Please believe me, believe the judgment of a professional, Hasin is definitely I can’t bear it anymore!”
Hasin's room has a window. Although it is tightly covered by curtains, it cannot stop me from judging Hasin's life. Outside the window is a green vegetable field, and my cat is squatting at the base of the wall under the window. Motionless, the setting sun shines on the vegetable garden and the cat, everything seems so vibrant. What a beautiful day, but unfortunately, it is the last day for Hasin, which is really cruel!
Sure enough, more than three hours later, funeral music sounded in Hasin's room. The facts once again proved that my judgment was not sensational. At this time, I received a phone call from Baroque, saying, "Okay, you have nothing to do. You still Get out of that damn place, and I'll give you some money soon!"
So I waited excitedly for good news from Baroque. However, after waiting for a week, Baroque did not contact me. Although I knew that it was not easy for him to inherit a large estate, It has become a reality, but it is not too much to ask about the progress, right? So I called Baroque again. But to my surprise, the mobile phone number that Baroque had been using was out of service!
This damn guy wanted to play with me, and then kicked me away after using me. Humph, it's not that easy! So I frantically looked for Baroque. But there are so many people, how can it be so easy to find someone? Fortunately, I I was smart enough to secretly take a picture of Baroque's face with my mobile phone. So I went to a newspaper office, showed them the picture of Baroque, and said I wanted to publish a reward notice, who can help me find Baroque's face? If you can find him, I will pay him a handsome reward!
The people at the newspaper looked at me with a slightly teasing look and said to me, "Sir, you don't need to look for Baroque, because it's useless even if you find him – you must not be our loyal reader, because just the day before yesterday , we published a news report that this guy had been beaten to death on the spot for murder."
Oh my god! Who can I ask for money? Why am I so unlucky?
I quickly found the newspaper of that day, and when I finished reading the news, I was stunned. Because the Baroque in the news was not the Baroque I knew. The news said that one evening a few days ago, Baroque suddenly He broke into the villa of the wealthy Hasin, attacked and killed Hasin's wife with a baseball bat, and robbed her jewelry, cash and other valuables in the villa. Just as he was about to leave the villa, Hasin's Lewis, the son, came back, and Lewis fought with Baroque, and finally killed Baroque. In other words, Baroque was not Hasin's son at all, but Lewis, the son of Hasin.
I was confused for a moment. Since Barok was not Hasin's son, why did he pretend to be Hasin and contact me? Since he asked me to predict Hasin's death, why did he kill Hasin's wife? If he was doing this for If he hadn't had the money, he could have visited the empty villa after Hasin's wife went to the sanatorium to deal with Hasin's funeral, and he wouldn't have run the risk of being seen by Lewis.
III. The Secret of Prophecy
Although I was very unwilling and did not understand, since Baroque had become a person who could not speak, I could only consider myself unlucky. Fortunately, I was doing a business with no capital investment, and Baroque's death did not actually What I lost was just a lot of money I missed making. So after a few days of unhappiness, I quickly plunged into a life of luxury.
That day, I was drinking in the bar, and a charming woman walked in. Her S-shaped curves and round buttocks immediately made me swallow my saliva. I couldn't help but look at her a few more times and whistled. Unexpectedly, I soon paid the price for my restlessness – a guy as strong as an ox came up to me from behind the beauty, grabbed me from the swivel chair like a chicken, and punched me in the eye. The beauty hurried over to pull the strong man away. Before he left, he said to me viciously: "Shut your chicken ass from now on, or I will tear it apart, and you will never drink cat urine in your life. !”
Touching my burning face, I kept lamenting that my bad luck might not be over yet. After finishing the drink, I suddenly felt that life was boring. Just as I paid the bill and was about to leave, a pair of gentle hands gently touched my shoulder. Patting it gently. "My name is Danielle Macy, and I just had a big fight with my boyfriend and we broke up. I apologize for his rudeness to you."
I didn't expect such a sudden turn of events. I was so happy that I quickly asked the waitress to bring us two more cocktails. As a result, we didn't know how much we drank that night. Of course, Maisie's alcohol tolerance was even worse, and she soon became drunk. When I helped her out of the bar and asked where we were going, she said, "Just to your house, honey!"
Naturally, we had a wonderful evening.
From then on, there was a woman named Maisie in my life. Logically, I should be very satisfied and content with such a hot woman by my side, but I felt a little uneasy in my heart. I always felt that Maisie doesn't belong to me. Perhaps this is due to the inferiority complex of a man who is not outstanding.
Sure enough, Maisie's ex-boyfriend Jay Chou soon came up to her and begged her to come back to him. Where is the momentum of punching me with the arm? But Maisie obviously still has feelings for her ex-boyfriend and almost agreed to rekindle her relationship with Jay Chou. I was afraid of losing Maisie, so I tried every way to spend money to coax her. She was happy. But Maisie was a very calm person. That day, we went to the bar and had some fun. When we got home, Maisie suddenly asked me to break up. I hurriedly asked why. Was it because I treated her badly? ? Maisie said no. Then, am I not rich enough? Maisie said no. Finally, under my questioning, Maisie told the truth: "Steven, I don't have a job, and I have never seen You've worked before. We're living off our savings like this. Even if you're a millionaire, you can't make it. I want to go back to Jay Chou. After all, he has a decent job. I feel more at ease living with him. ”
Damn it, why did she bring up that stupid muscle man again? I took advantage of the alcohol and said to her with a little dissatisfaction and full of boasting: "Honey, please forget about Jay Chou. Although I don't have a job, But I never worry, as long as Oscar is here, we will have a good life. "
Oscar is the name of my cat. Maisie looked at Oscar and shook her head in confusion. Looking at her silly and cute expression, I told others for the first time how I make money.
A few years ago, when I was very poor, I discovered by chance that my only companion, Oscar, was a strange cat. That morning, Oscar followed me to the sanatorium to borrow money from a doctor. Sometimes it would flutter at butterflies, sometimes it would roll on the ground, it was very active, but then it suddenly hid under a window in a room and became quiet, I couldn't call it away. I had no choice but to go to the doctor alone. From morning till noon, I tried my best to ask for money but failed. When I returned disappointed, I found Oscar was still there and crying could be heard from the room!
After listening to my story, Maisie's eyes widened: "In other words, when someone is dying, Oscar goes to the window sill of that person's room and accompanies that person through the last moments of his life?" I nodded: "At first I also found it incredible, and I was afraid that science could not explain this phenomenon. It might be that Oscar could sense the special smell of a dying person. Later, I verified it twice, and I was sure that Oscar did have this special smell. Yes, so I started to make a fortune with Oscar’s supernatural powers…”
Sometimes, it is very uncomfortable to keep a secret in one's heart. It feels like letting a woman wear a beautiful dress without giving her a mirror. I shared this secret with Maisie that I have never made public. Afterwards, I felt extremely relaxed and fell asleep quickly.
The next day, when I opened my eyes and woke up, I suddenly felt something unusual around me. I found that Maisie was gone, and more importantly, Oscar was also missing!
I called Oscar's name at home, and I went to the nursing home to look for Oscar's shadow, but I couldn't find it. I had to admit with frustration that it was taken away by Maisie. I don't know where Maisie took Oscar, but I'm sure she wants to do the same thing and let Oscar help her get rich. This hateful woman!
Although it was a big blow to me to lose Maisie, it was not a big deal, because as long as I had money, I would never have trouble finding beautiful women. But if I didn't have Oscar, I don't know what I would have done. Where to go.
4. Final Prophecy
Without Oscar, my cash cow, my good days soon came to an end. My money was almost gone, and my body gradually lost its vitality. In the end, I even had to use the last bit of my savings to move into the house next door that I often visited. nursing home.
In the nursing home, I only had a TV to keep me company. That day, after watching a few episodes of soap operas, a piece of news attracted me. It was a charity dinner. A rich man named Lewis became the philanthropist who donated the most on the spot. , and was interviewed by the host on the spot. Could Lewis be the son of the wealthy Hasin who shot Baroque? I thought of Baroque, and the mystery that had been forgotten reappeared in my mind.
At this moment, a figure flashed across the TV screen. It was Maisie! This liar finally showed up. I immediately called the police station and asked them to help me catch Maisie, because Maisie Stole my Oscar! But when the police heard my request, they scoffed: "You want to send the police to arrest a woman just because she is suspected of taking your pet cat? Please, we can't waste tax money like this. People’s money!”
I quickly explained the magic of Oscar, and the police laughed again after listening: "Mr. Steven, you should just stay in the sanatorium. If you really think you are a genius with crazy thoughts, you can try to write a supernatural novel. !”
No matter how I convinced myself, the police refused my request. But I was unwilling to give up. I started to ask to see the newspapers of the nursing home. I wanted to keep an eye on Lewis and Maisie! Soon, I saw the masterpiece of the paparazzi in the entertainment section. , and it was the passionate shot of Lewis and Maisie on the yacht. Oh, I seem to understand something! Lewis must have been eyeing me for a long time, and he wants to know how I predict death. Of course, he doesn't She would not come to me directly, but used a woman to lure me in. When she found out that I was just an ordinary guy and all my secrets were with Oscar, Maisie took Oscar and left me!
Soon after, my condition started to deteriorate and I felt something was wrong with my nerves. The doctor said that I was fine when I was awake, but when I was confused, I often talked nonsense. But I still tried to figure things out when I was awake. The whole story: Maybe, in fact, Baroque has nothing to do with Hasin. He is just Lewis's subordinate, or even hired by Lewis. Baroque came to me according to the trap designed by Lewis, asking me to predict Hasin's death, and then Before Hasin died, Baroque killed Hasin's wife, causing her to die before her husband. In this way, the wife would not be able to inherit her husband's estate, and the only beneficiary would be Lewis, because his share would be greatly reduced. Increase, or even all of the inheritance. However, Lewis did this on the premise that Lewis and his mother were at odds, so I had to find the basis for this.
Many of the female nurses in the sanatorium were experts at getting gossip, and I was naturally popular with women. When I talked to them, I deliberately brought up the topic of the Hassin family. Soon, I learned from their stories that I learned about Hasin's family from him: Lewis was Hasin's adopted son. He was just the son of a former business partner of Hasin. Hasin and his wife had no biological son. Under the dying wish of this friend, Hasin took on the responsibility of taking care of Lewis. , and recognized Lewis as his adopted son. However, Lewis was unruly and extravagant, which made Mrs. Hasin very unhappy. She even spread the word that she would not give Lewis a penny of her inheritance in the future.
Oh, I see. It seems that Lewis had long been eyeing his adoptive father's huge fortune, but after Hasin's death, Mrs. Hasin became a major obstacle in his way. He had to get rid of her before Hasin's death. Only in this way can we achieve the goal of occupying the family property. So, my prediction can come in handy at this time!
I think, in fact, with my talent in reasoning, I can be an excellent detective , but why do I put all my hopes on a cat that can predict death? I am so pathetic. What is even more pathetic is that I felt that I didn't have much time left, so I quickly wrote a long letter and asked the doctor to send it to the police station.
I was relieved that the police finally took it seriously and arrested Lewis and Maisie. Oscar was back with me. This incident naturally became a big news in newspapers and on TV. Soon they confessed their crimes. Their criminal steps were not much different from my reasoning, but they were more careful and complicated. What was even more outrageous was that Lewis instructed Maisie to do this while she was with me. My drink was secretly poisoned, which was the direct cause of my rapid health deterioration.
I felt like I could die with a smile on my face. That day, I suddenly told the doctor who was visiting me my last wishes. The doctor interrupted me rudely and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild, Steven. You are not in danger of death. We have first-class emergency care and medical services in our nursing home. Rehabilitation equipment, you will be that lively person in no time."
But I knew I couldn't believe him. Because I saw Oscar jump in from the windowsill. At this moment, he was squatting quietly on the table, and his captivating eyes were staring at me motionlessly. I…