Ninth class citizen

Chapter 93 As long as you want
Xie Xiaohei could feel that his body was getting colder and his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

Maybe this time, I can really leave this world and make them completely satisfied.

He closed his eyes as if relieved, his arms hung limply, and knocked over the basin placed beside him to collect waste.

But the mother and daughter, who were talking about their future, didn't notice any of this.

"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

"The electronic lock has a problem again." The stepmother stood up and grumbled, "Your father was reluctant to spend money to find someone to fix it, so he fiddled with it several times, but it still couldn't recognize him. Now that we have to move to a new house, there is no need to fix it anymore."

She stepped over Xie Xiaohei, who was lying on a stretcher in front of the door.

Because they were worried that he would dirty the bedding at home, he was left there to die as soon as he was brought home.

The stepmother's shoe stepped on a dark red blood clot. She lowered her head and saw the overturned plastic basin, her brows furrowed in disgust:
"I know you did it on purpose. You just want to disgust us." She reached out to open the door while scolding loudly:
"Or maybe you thought your dad would be soft-hearted after seeing you when he came back? How foolish and pathetic. To tell you the truth, your dad is going to apply for a residence registration certificate for the new house. When you die, we can move to the new house neatly. If you still have some filial piety, die quickly to avoid upsetting the whole family."

"Squeak." The door was opened, revealing several strange and cold faces.

"Uh, it's not Old Xie." The stepmother looked at the people's clothes and appearance that were out of place in the F-level community, and put on a smile: "Who are you?"

"This is Xie Xiaohei's home, right? Who are you to him?" Bosen stepped forward and asked.

"Yes, I am his mother." The stepmother said with a smile. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head and she suddenly realized:

"Are you here for Xiao Hei? Don't worry, our Mr. Xie has signed the contract and taken the money, and he will not regret it. No matter what, he has raised this child for so many years, and he wants to wait for him to take his last breath."

She stole a glance at the expressions of Nan Rong and his group, and seeing that their expressions had become even colder, she quickly added:
"But if the adults can't wait, we can too."

Before she finished speaking, Xie Dalin's voice came from behind the crowd.

"Don't even think about it!" He had just climbed dozens of floors and was obviously a little out of breath.

What he had just done was not as smooth as he had imagined.

At the beginning, everything was fine. The people from the Housing Authority accepted his information and the approval document for changing the community and living standards, and their attitude was quite polite.

But before he finished the formalities, the other party suddenly received some notification and immediately changed his face. He claimed that his approval document was fake and had him kicked out.

I was already very angry, and when I returned to my house, I found that the elevator was broken.

The residential buildings in the F-class communities are at least a hundred years old. They have fallen into disrepair and it is common for the elevators to stop working.

As I climbed up, I found a group of people gathered at the door. The neighbors in the building were all looking in, and my wife's sharp voice could be heard clearly.

This made him instantly understand the purpose of this group of people's visit.

It turns out that you don't want to give the house, but you still want people to die early, right?
How can there be such a good thing in the world?

"Xiao Hei is the child left by my ex-wife. I promised her to take good care of him. I agreed to your conditions against my will before, and I have been regretting it. Now I have thought it through, and I want to save him! I will take him to find that gentleman now and tell her that my son is the real Xie Xiao Hei!"

Before Nan Rong and others could say anything, the stepmother grabbed Xie Dalin by the collar.

"Do you know what you are talking about?" She was so angry that her eyebrows were raised and her saliva sprayed on Xie Dalin's face: "I have received the money and you have signed the contract. How can you go back on your word like that? Apart from other things, so many adults have come to our door. If you say you don't want to do it now, are you going to kill our whole family?"

Xie Xiaomei, wearing a new red dress, also ran out of the house. She stepped on her brother's chest as a stepping stone and jumped into Xie Dalin's arms: "Dad, I want to live in a big house, wear new clothes and eat good food, and I don't want to share a room with my brother anymore!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xie Dalin winked at his wife and said righteously, "No matter what, he is still your brother! And do you think we can move houses now that he has passed away?"

Bosen blinked and said at the right time: "Why, is it that the Housing Authority didn't deliver on its promise to you?"

Xie Dalin finally waited for this sentence and nodded quickly: "Isn't it?"

He briefly recounted the previous incident and reiterated his attitude: "This is my son, his life is not worth only 3 Cowans!"

"Since you are reluctant to do it yourself, let me help you." Nan Rong said and walked out.

Xie Dalin and his wife instinctively wanted to stop them, but were restrained by Ying Shi and others.

The same thing happened to Xie Xiaomei. She had figured out her father's plan, and pretended to be cute as she threw herself at her brother, but Bosen easily picked her up and threw her unceremoniously onto the gray stone floor of the corridor.

"Thank you, Xiaohei." Nan Rong did not mind the dirt on the ground. He squatted down in front of him, patted his face, and slowly sent a gentle mental power into him.

Xie Xiaohei felt warm all over, as if he was being bathed in the spring sun, and all the pains seemed to be very far away.

Is death such a happy thing?
A cold voice fell into his ears. This voice was inexplicably familiar.

"Are you willing to live a good life, or obey their wishes and die?"

"I don't want to die." He murmured, not knowing whether the other party could hear him.

Although the world has not given him much warmth since his mother's death, the world outside is so vast, whose dream is not among the stars and the sea?

No matter how cold and cruel the world is, it is always real.

The illusory warmth and happiness receded like the tide, and the familiar pain returned to me again.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him.

Her long, straight black hair was tied into a ponytail, and her clear black eyes were sparkling.

"Nan, Assistant Nan!" His eyes instantly lit up.

He remembered her, whether in the dream space or later.

It was she and Lady Melissa who gave him hope of life, but it was wiped out by his own family.

A tear slid down from the corner of Xie Xiaohei's eye.

"Do I still have a chance to survive?"

"As long as you want." Nan Rong's right hand was covered with the light green alloy block.

The top melted instantly, revealing golden crystal injections inside that were sparkling with various colors.

She took out a milky white injection with a silvery glitter and inserted it into Xie Xiaohei's carotid artery without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)