Di Qi was fleeing. She believed Fucks would have no trouble finding her, nor would he hesitate to act. But what she had seen was even more shocking.
She ran aimlessly, recalling that scene: what monster was Fucks embracing?
That… was actually another “Fucks”, who was possibly just slightly smaller. When that “Fucks” turned his head, his panicked and frightened face was like an easily startled infant, with pure eyes, an overly youthful face, and a somewhat deformed body…
But “his” face was definitely a replica of Fucks’, with black hair, dark red eyes, and sharp, deep features. It was terrifying – one person with another deformed “self”… intimate… embracing…
This was a nightmare, Di Qi told herself. Wake up quickly; being with Ilso would be better than now.
The pursuers were getting closer.
Di Qi knew she could hardly escape and was almost in despair.
She stood quietly, letting that gaze that penetrated body and soul judge whether her body and soul had become utterly filthy? Yes, she thought.
After a long while, Xian Yousha exclaimed in amazement: “What a marvelous body, truly incredible.”
He stroked Diji’s body.
Diji felt herself become a harp, her body singing an ancient and distant holy song. This was probably like the grace a saint bestows upon the world.
“Child, here, be my model from now on, I will create the best human statue because of you.”
A delicate and ethereal voice sounded in her ear, and Diji, as if under a spell, nodded: “I will follow your instructions.”
“Then it’s a deal,” Xian Yousha curved his lips, handing her a white robe.
The moment she donned the white robe, Diji suddenly felt she too was pure, light enough to drift away with the wind. This was his clothing, indeed imbued with that immortal and spiritual essence, and the filth on her body had been completely expelled.
“Child, would you like to see my collection and works? They are all wonderful artworks.”
Diji stepped lightly and elegantly, following behind him: “It would be my honor.”
Xian Yousha shuttled through the corridor, using his melodious voice to introduce his countless collections and artworks to Diji.
Diji knew these were excellent works, but she wasn’t listening to his introduction.
After holding back for a few minutes, she finally couldn’t help but ask: “Lord Xian Yousha, why don’t you ask me… what I did that made Duke Fucks chase me?”
Xian Yousha smiled, his eyes curved: “What does this have to do with art?”
Diji thought for a moment: “Probably nothing…”
“So what is there to ask? I’m only interested in art.”
He took her hand: “Come with me, child, I want to give you a gift.”
“A gift?” Would someone like him give her a gift? Was she worthy of his gift?
Soon, Diji discovered that the gift Xian Yousha wanted to give her was actually teaching her to play the piano.
The piano, in Diji’s eyes, was elegant and magical. She didn’t think she could produce a sound that would be pleasing to the ear on such a delicate work of art. But Xian Yousha smiled and said to her: “Child, you have potential. In the future, you will definitely play the most wonderful sounds, as if by magic! You must believe me.”
“Someone like me… is that really possible?”
Xian Yousha pointed a finger to his forehead, smiling mysteriously: “I’m very accurate in my judgments.”
And so, Diji began to believe in her potential to create beautiful sounds on this artistic instrument.
“Kay got up from the ground, calmly tidying her messy hair.
"I don't know what you want from Fucks, but I think he won't give you anything, at least not his feelings." She knew what Kay wanted - eternal and loyal love, but that was almost the most impossible thing in the world.
Kay's expression was somewhat cold: "You think I want his feelings?"
"Maybe you don't, but if he has no feelings for you, he will quickly abandon you. Your fate might be miserable. Kay, I don't want this for you. Leave here, forget everything in the past, start a new life. Believe me, anything would be better than now."
"You think you can save me? But you can't even save yourself."
Dichi was stunned, but then she grabbed Kay's shoulders excitedly and urgently said: "Kay, you don't know what kind of person Fucks is! He... is a devil, a true... devil!"
Kay pulled down her hand, sneering: "Of course he's a devil. In this world, everyone is a devil."
"No! Kay, you don't understand! Fucks... he has someone he truly loves! Except for that person, he has no feelings for anyone, he could abandon you at any time!"
“
Kay's expression was perhaps even colder than Fucks': "Dichi, I have already been abandoned by the only person I loved."
"Kay... I didn't abandon you, it's just that I'm no longer who I used to be. I think I abandoned myself. Listen carefully, Kay, Fucks' love is terrifying. You won't want to know who he loves, and I can never tell you - it's too dangerous. I just want to say he's more terrifying than a devil... he will destroy you..."
"In my opinion, you're more terrifying than Fucks..."
"Kay..."
"Enough! If you came to tell me these things, I wish you hadn't come..."
They argued endlessly. They didn't know that someone was hiding in the darkness, hearing their entire conversation.
This guy was Jack from the slums. Jack felt incredibly lucky. He casually came to find Kay and heard such a secret. To gain Fucks' long-term favor, beauty alone was not enough - one needed to achieve something, and now he had a good opportunity.
His arrival caused a huge sensation, and the eyes of all the slum dwellers were fixed on him, with all kinds of reactions. Those who worshipped him said he was the pride of the slum; those who despised him called him a traitor to the slum.
He didn’t care about these gazes, was extremely generous, freely giving away high-end cigarettes and alcohol, and repaying debts double – this earned him an unprecedented welcome and support.
After playing for an entire day, Jacques settled into his old small house in the evening, drinking and making merry with his former brothers.
After eating and drinking their fill, he pulled out a large handful of gold coins and scattered them on the ground, telling his brothers: “I have plenty of these. If you want more, bring something to exchange.”
“Something related to Di Qi. You know, she climbed up to the rich, but she didn’t stay in her place and caught the attention of a certain important person. That person heard she has close ties with the guerrillas, which violates national law. The important person hopes I can contribute to the country, and I need you to find the evidence and witnesses.”
A moment of silence. Di Qi had once been a hero and idol here, and many admired her – making a move against her would be difficult.
Jacques was not anxious at all, slowly pulling out another handful of gold coins and playing with them on the table. He knew these people too well – those without hope or future could only grasp the present, and besides, Di Qi had already abandoned this place.
Finally, someone asked: “If evidence is found, what will happen to Di Qi?”
It seems she still had popularity here.
Jacques suppressed his jealousy and shrugged: “She’ll probably be sent back.”
Seeing them breathe a sigh of relief, he smiled. They must have thought being sent back was a good thing – a punishment, yet a return to their fold.
Afterward, Jacques reluctantly stayed in the slum.
Every day, he did nothing, just waiting. He thought he would have to endure for a while, but after only three days, he got everything he wanted. The moral code here couldn’t compare to the practicality of money.
The video of Di Qi’s meeting with Sass, their conversation recording, transaction records, and a list of witnesses with their addresses – overwhelming evidence. Jacques saw Di Qi’s impending doom: Di Qi, you’re doomed, what else can you do?
