I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

"I choose option 4!"

After reading a few system prompts, Yan Jiefang made his choice directly.

Options 2 and 3 are also very impressive, or rather, extremely impressive.

But option 4 is clearly more suitable for his current usage environment.

If I have the chance in the future, I might try out the first two types.

We should hurry up and take care of that suicidal Xu Damao.

Once he makes a decision, he won't hesitate.

Yan Jiefang went straight out the door and headed towards the public toilet, just like he would normally go to the toilet.

When he got to the toilet, he first flushed the urinal, then looked at the quiet toilet under the dim yellow light.

In the early hours of the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was no one here, and it was unlikely that anyone would come at this time.

This is a good time to deal with some things.

After walking to the vicinity of the door and confirming that no one was around, he immediately took out the purple Mind Rifle and imagined Xu Damao's image in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, all the scenes, people, and objects within a one-kilometer radius appeared in his mind.

Based on his previous imagination, a red arrow pointing downwards directly locked onto a long-faced man in the west wing of the backyard of No. 95 courtyard.

This person is very recognizable; you can tell who it is at a glance.

Xu Damao must have just made a mess of things.

I'm so exhausted now, I can sleep so soundly.

Yan Jiefang didn't care whether Tong had messed up or not, and immediately issued the devastating decision of brain death.

Suddenly, everything went black before his eyes, and all the scenes that had appeared in his mind disappeared.

He had no idea what would happen after this attack.

At the same time, he also felt slightly dizzy.

The entire process takes less than 10 seconds and determines a person's life or death.

He knew someone who had suffered brain death after a car accident.

Even with all the advanced technologies and equipment of later generations, they didn't last long before they died.

He later specifically searched for relevant information and found that even with the most advanced medical care, one could only live for a week or two at most.

Without the brain's command, various organs will lose control. (Brain death and a vegetative state are not the same condition; the two are very different.)

Humans die naturally.

Given the medical conditions of the 60s, even if someone were immediately taken to a hospital, they wouldn't survive more than a few hours.

Moreover, no one knows that he is brain dead.

Before long, Xu Damao will become incontinent and then die without anyone noticing.

With Xu Damao gone, there will definitely be fewer things happening in the courtyard house.

But none of this has anything to do with Yan Jiefang.

He adheres to the principle of "I will not offend others unless they offend me".

If Xu Damao hadn't gone out of his way to cause trouble this time, he wouldn't have thought of this person at all. Just like in the previous years, everyone was living peacefully and going about their own business.

The courtyard was awakened by Lou Xiao'e's piercing screams in the early morning.

She had a strange dream in which she played games with a wooden figure for a long time, and then slept with the wooden figure on a boat.

For some reason, the boat capsized, and she fell into the icy water.

The moment she fell into the water, she was immediately awakened.

When I touched the bed, it was ice-cold.

I can smell a very strong, foul odor at the tip of my nose. What is this?

Did I wet the bed?

No, it was Xu Damao who wet the bed!

Lou Xiao'e shoved Xu Damao hard:

"Da Mao, get up right now! How old are you? Still wetting the bed! Turn on the light right now!"

As a result, Xu Damao remained motionless and unresponsive.

She also noticed that Xu Damao's body temperature seemed a bit off; it felt cool.

Lou Xiao'e carefully checked again, and the body temperature and condition were indeed wrong.

In addition, there was a foul odor filling the nasal cavity...

She felt her mind explode and jumped out of bed like a shrimp.

Ignoring her disheveled appearance, she rushed to open the door and screamed loudly:

"Ah! Someone come here! Xu Damao is dead! Xu Damao is dead!"

The quickest to react was Liu Haizhong on the opposite side. As someone who considered himself a potential "old man," he was always ready to handle any major incident that might occur in the courtyard, earning him unanimous praise from all the residents.

But when he led the way to see Xu Damao's body, he still felt that he probably couldn't handle the situation.

His bangs show he's clumsy, but not stupid!

Before long, the police officers arrived, and the on-duty doctor also arrived.

After examining the scene, the on-duty doctor, Dr. Liu, shook his head at the police officer:

"It is estimated that the time of death was 5-6 hours ago, probably around 2 or 3 a.m., and no external injuries were found."

An autopsy may be needed to determine the specific cause of death.

Xu Fugui's wife lay by the bed, clutching her son's cold hand and wailing desperately, while Xu Fengling silently wiped away her tears.

Xu Fugui stood to the side, staring at Lou Xiao'e, who was still somewhat shaken, with a livid face.

His son died, and he felt like the sky had fallen.

Could it be that the Xu family line has ended here?

This is absolutely unacceptable!

After several days of investigation, the police carefully examined all possible places where the room could have been entered, but found no useful traces.

They also inquired about the neighbors in the courtyard, Xu Damao's parents and relatives, and Lou Xiao'e's interpersonal relationships.

He had no enemies, and even if there were some minor conflicts, it was unlikely that the other party would come specifically to kill him.

Moreover, all of these people have alibis.

The hospital concluded after an autopsy that the cause of death was cerebral hemorrhage.

In the parlance of that era: a stroke.

The case is now closed.

Xu Damao's body was sent to the East Suburb Crematorium.

Liu Guangtian personally handled the matter, ensuring that Xu Damao's body was properly cremated.

He sighed inwardly: I never thought Brother Da Mao would die too. I wonder who will be next?

Although the Xu family was furious, they had no choice but to accept this harsh reality.

After Lou Xiao'e returned to the Lou family, she never came to the courtyard house at No. 95 again.

There was a lot of discussion about this matter in the courtyard, with all sorts of opinions being expressed.

Many people secretly cursed Lou Xiao'e as a vixen who had caused great harm to people.

Sha Zhu felt a sense of emptiness when he saw that his childhood nemesis had suddenly disappeared.

Madam Jia Zhang hid at home and bowed three times to Jia Dongxu's portrait:

"Thank goodness, Xu Damao died! It would be better if everyone in this courtyard except for our Jia family were all dead!"

"Then this huge three-courtyard house will become our Jia family's property!"

Yi Zhonghai, also hiding in the house, sneered: "So what if you, Xu Damao, have money and a beautiful wife? You still died before me."

And who will end up with his beautiful wife, Lou Xiao'e?

The only thing that bothered him was that Xu Damao actually died of pleasure!

After Xu Damao's death, the west wing of the backyard was left uninhabited and was temporarily sealed off.

But such a nice house, in this day and age, the street certainly won't let it stay empty for long.

Xu Fugui was aware of this situation, and a few months later he moved back with his wife and daughter.

Yan Jiefang had also heard about the incident at No. 95 Courtyard in Mianhua Hutong.

After all, this is a big scandal that ordinary people would love to hear, full of bizarre elements.

Before long, hundreds of different versions were created.

He didn't care about this at all; after all, it was already 1965, and he would officially start working after this semester.