The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

After taking a shower, Wen Qiu did not wear the pajamas given by Pei Du, but asked for a set of daily clothes instead - it was almost 11 o'clock and he had to go home.

"Rest here for one night." Pei Du held the bathroom door, refusing to let him go. "I'm worried if you leave now."

"Hasn't Wei Ziying been arrested? What's there to worry about?" Wen Qiuyi leaned down and slipped under his arm. "I'm leaving. I can't sleep unless I lie down in my bed at home."

Pei Du frowned as he watched him put on his clothes. Wen Qiu had a deep obsession with going home. He would go back even when there was a typhoon, when he was flirting, or when he was kidnapped. He was like a miser who was obsessed with the gold and silver at home and couldn't leave for even a day.

But today he didn't want to let him go, as if the fear of losing something still remained in his bones. He couldn't rest without keeping him under his watch. Besides, the doctor said to pay more attention to his mental state. Although Wen Qiu looked fine now, Pei Du always felt that this calmness made him uneasy.

But Wenqiu was just as stubborn and insisted on leaving. "No, there won't be any buses if we're late."

"Give me a reason."

"Do I need any other reason to go home?" Wen Qiu's tone became tougher, "This is not my home."

He would never have spoken to Pei Du in this tone before, but too many unusual things happened today and he didn't have the energy to pretend.

Pei Du was simply helpless with him: "Okay, then I'll take you back."

He wanted to see what kind of magical cave Wen Qiu lived in.

"Thank you, no need to bother you..."

"Then don't even think about leaving today."

The two men argued for a few more words, but Pei Du did not give in and blocked the main door like a door god. Wen Qiu had no choice but to agree and told him the address.

Pei Du drove the man home and drove to the dilapidated village in the city. Then, following Wen Qiu's instructions, he found the old and dilapidated house hidden in the alley. There were garbage bins beside the narrow road, and cars were parked crookedly. Everything he saw was old, except for the little OMEGA in his car, which was new and rooted in this dusty place.

There is really nothing worth mentioning here. Even the air in this place that Wen Qiu calls home is filled with a poor atmosphere.

"Let's stop here. It's hard to turn around if we go any further." Wen Qiu said, "Thank you for sending me back."

"..." Pei Du leaned over to help him unbuckle his seat belt, then hugged him without saying a word and refused to let go.

How come he was like a big dog with separation anxiety? Wen Qiu patted his back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Pei Du then reluctantly let go of her hand and muttered, "Call me when you get home."

"I know, I know." Wen Qiu couldn't help but smile, and took the initiative to kiss him on the cheek before getting out of the car and leaving.

Pei Du touched his cheek in a daze and watched him leave. He saw him skillfully walk through the alley, avoiding brick and stone puddles with ease, and his figure gradually disappeared in the dark alley.

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Wen Qiu ran upstairs in two steps and knocked on the door next door. Although he had sent a message to explain earlier, he was still scolded by Aunt Wu, who blamed him for coming home so late every day and the child crying when he couldn't see him.

As Aunt Wu was talking, she suddenly noticed the gauze on his head and asked in surprise what happened. Wen Qiu said that he had fallen while working, which was met with a heavy sigh.

When they took little Zhiliao home, he was crying as expected. Wen Qiu kissed his red face apologetically, said sorry and loved him countless times, then undressed him and held the child in his arms against his skin.

Recently, the little cicada has developed a new habit, and he likes to rub his belly, like a kitten kneading milk. As he rubbed it, he really stopped crying. The cricket pupa came up to drink milk, and Wen Qiu had to bite it. The little guy is almost one year old, and he is not light. Wen Qiu sometimes thinks that when he was still in the belly, the piece of meat that fell off his body has really grown up.

He held the child in his arms and fell asleep for a while, then had a nightmare. In the dream, Wei Ziying's ghost lingered on him, rubbing against him like a mad dog. Wen Qiu woke up from the dream, sweating profusely, and hurriedly wrapped himself in the quilt.

There were unknown birds calling hoarsely at night, and the swaying branches outside the window looked like ghosts. Wen Qiu closed his eyes tremblingly, and suddenly all kinds of dark memories came flooding back. Sometimes it was Wei Ziying who knocked on his back, and sometimes it was Lu Yiping holding a bottle of wine; sometimes it was Wei Ziying's ghost face pressing on him, and sometimes it turned into the fat Boss Cao, and there were many other vague images; then he seemed to hear a knock on the door, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat. Manager Cui was outside the door, shouting that he finally caught you, and he wanted to take Xiao Zhiliao away to deal with him...

Wen Qiu covered his head with the quilt, curled up like a shrimp, and the little Zhiliao lay beside him, breathing softly. Wen Qiu crawled over helplessly and hugged him, but was afraid of waking him up. However, this child could not give him strength, he was too young and needed to protect himself.

The darkness pressed down from all directions, making it gradually difficult for him to breathe. He stood up and turned on all the lights, then the TV, and then his mobile phone to play a short video, wrapping himself in sound and color.

In fact, he was very scared from the moment he was caught by Wei Ziying. But when he was trapped, his mind tried desperately to calm himself down and find a way to save himself; after being rescued by Pei Du, he was obviously panicking, but he couldn't express it, as if there was always an independent brain system that controlled him to be decent, well-behaved, not to cause trouble in front of Pei Du, and preferably always be likable.

Now he was the only one left, and all the support disappeared. A pool of rotten flesh immediately collapsed and scattered all over the ground.

He suffered like this, and when he couldn't hold on any longer, he would fall asleep for a while, and when he was awakened by a nightmare, he would shiver alone. Later, Wen Qiu finally remembered that there was a half-finished bottle of wine in the kitchen, and after drinking it, he fell into a coma-like sleep.

Even so, he was glad that he insisted on leaving Pei Du's house. At least he wouldn't have to be seen in this state.

/
Pei Du drove away from Wen Qiu's home and drove directly to the basement of Jiangzhou Huadao Villa.

The guests have left, leaving behind a mess. This villa is only used for parties and is usually a bleak sight. Naturally, no one can imagine what the structure of its basement is.

Wei Ziying was locked up in the basement. He was hit by three bullets, but they were not fatal. Doctors were treating him urgently.

"Have you checked it out?" Pei Du asked the leading security guard, "Who let him out? And who sent him here?"

Wei Ziying had been locked up in Pei's mental hospital for three years, and had been in a state of confinement, with no possibility of escape. Moreover, even if he could escape, how could he know that Pei Xiao's birthday party was being held here? Mingshan Sanatorium and Jiangzhou Flower Island were half a Jianghe City apart, so how could he get here in his mental state?

"We're still investigating. The sanatorium said the surveillance was damaged. I've asked them to send it for repair. In addition, all employees and patients are not allowed to leave until they are interrogated." The security captain reported one thing after another. "Captain Wang, the traffic police, also responded and said they would help retrieve the surveillance footage to investigate Wei Ziying's whereabouts. In addition, we've already started investigating tonight's guests to see if there are any accomplices of Wei Ziying..."

"Who else could it be? This is our own sanatorium, and all the employees are our family members. Who could have let him escape from outside? He is just stealing from the inside." Pei Du lit a cigarette, "Pei Zhihui, Pei Jiayan, Pei Qin, Pei Hai..." His tongue rolled over the names of his family members, "Just start the investigation from these people."

He smoked gloomily, feeling extremely unhappy.

Go after him, yes, but when these beasts were setting up the game, did they ever think that this madman could hurt Pei Xiao? In any case, they shouldn't break the rules of the game. Pei Xiao was already outside the game and wouldn't fight for anything from them. She shouldn't be hurt.

What's more, this time it was Wen Qiu who was injured and saved his sister from disaster. He was innocent to the extreme and suffered an unprovoked disaster.

He glanced at the security guards uncertainly, and decided that they were all good-for-nothings, and he hesitated for a long time, not knowing when he would finish his investigation. He flicked the ash off his cigarette with his fingers, then called the owner of the boxing gym and asked him for a number.

Soon, he dialed the number. The person on the other end picked up the phone quickly but said nothing, as if waiting for his opening remarks.

"Li Tianchang?"

"Mr. Pei, it's me." Li Tianchang - the underground boxer he saw that day - responded in a hoarse voice.

"You asked me for a job before, do you still want one now?"

"..." Li Tianchang was silent for a while before answering, "I'm not in Jianghe City now."

"Where?"

"Lvliuzi Village." He reported the name of a village near Jianghe City. "I'm hiding from people."

Pei Du knew who he was hiding from and chuckled, "If An Yunqi really wants to find you, it's useless for you to hide anywhere. If you come to work with me, I can give you shelter."

Li Tianchang breathed rhythmically into the microphone. After three breaths of consideration, he spoke: "Boss, what do you want to do?"

"I heard that you, the dark boxers, know the most about the painful but non-lethal methods."

"Yes."

"I want you to help me interrogate someone. Beat him to death, but don't beat him to death. Torture him slowly."

"What happens after the results of the trial are out?"

"These are two different things. Whether he recruits or not, we still have to fight him."

"it is good."

"Don't you want to ask why?"

"You are the boss, I listen to you." Li Tianchang said calmly, "Tell me the place, and I will go there right away."

/
Wen Qiu woke up from the thirst of a hangover, staggered out to drink a glass of water, came back and opened his phone to see that it was only a little after six o'clock. Fortunately, today was Sunday, saving the trouble of asking for leave. He was about to bury his head in sleep for a while, but found a red dot on WeChat.

He clicked on it and saw that it was a message Pei Du sent him at three o'clock in the morning yesterday: "Let me know when you wake up."

Wen Qiu then casually sent a sleepy puppy emoticon.

Two seconds later, the phone vibrated and Pei Du called.

Did you get up so early? Or did you stay up all night to deal with those things? Wen Qiu answered the phone and said lazily, "Morning..."

"Morning," Pei Du's voice sounded tireless, "Look downstairs."

Wen Qiu's eyes suddenly widened, he jumped up, ran to the balcony with a wider view, opened the curtains, and sure enough, he saw Pei Du's car parked outside the alley.

It seemed that the car noticed him, and the lights flashed. The man's deep voice seemed to come close to his ear, tickling his ears, "Wait for you to get off."

Wen Qiu washed up and changed his clothes quickly, fed Xiao Zhiliao some milk powder, and then held the burping baby to knock on the door next door. Aunt Wu got up early every day, and she had already come back from morning exercise to cook breakfast. She looked at him in surprise: "Hey, you came back late this time, left early, and you are injured. Where have you been?"

"It's just a bit busy, but I make a lot of money." Wen Qiu smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry to bother you during this period, I'll treat you to dinner later!"

He walked downstairs in two steps at a time. He didn't know why he was in such a hurry. Maybe it was because last night was too tormenting, or maybe he just didn't want Pei Du to wait for even a second.

Passing through the narrow alley, the view around him suddenly opened up, and he saw Pei Du leaning against the car door with a cigarette between his legs, his eyes fixed on one point. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, his suit open, his tie tucked into his pocket, and his shirt messily wrinkled.

The pale morning light illuminates the misty blue night sky, and the damp and cool wind blows away the lingering dreams. At this moment when everything is in the dark, he is as clear as a dawn washed by water.

Seeing him running over, Pei Du opened his arms slightly, leaving a gap for a hug, and Wen Qiu rushed in, hugging his waist affectionately, like a baby bird returning to its nest.

Wen Qiu sniffed and complained, "Smoke less, it's bad for your health."

"Yeah," Pei Du threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, "I'm so sleepy, I need to wake myself up."

"You never left?"

"I left and returned home, but I was so worried that I couldn't sleep." Pei Du slowly stroked his hair and smelled a faint scent of alcohol, a little milk, and the scent of soft bedding on him. "I had to drive back again. I feel at ease staying here. I didn't dare to call you because I was afraid of disturbing you."

During these three sleepless hours, he waited from late night to dawn, slowly sharpening his thoughts like sharpening a knife. Wei Ziying's matter had already been resolved, and he knew exactly what to do next; however, the matter regarding Wen Qiu was still undecided. After all, he had never cared so much about anyone in his life, and he really lacked the experience to deal with it.

But at least he has confirmed that he cares, so he should treat this relationship more seriously. Before he can come up with a definition, he should at least hold the person in his hands with treasure.

(End of this chapter)