The entire courtyard is full of villains

Liu Guangqi took a deep breath, glanced at his stupid and cowardly parents, and felt utterly powerless.

"What else can we do?" he gritted his teeth. "We can only hope that Zhang Erhe will never wake up again."

P.S.: There were a few sarcastic comments in the comments section today. I checked the information, and sure enough, it's those lowlifes again. Dude, I'm a legitimate little karaomi right now, and you're still targeting me? Fine, since you asked so sincerely, I'll tell you, read on, there will be an explanation. If you don't want to read Pure Black, then there's nothing I can do.

Chapter 185 Give Him a Quick Death

In the unknown space, Zhang Erhe stood rooted to the spot, panting heavily, hands on his hips. A figure opposite him appeared and disappeared, head bowed low.

"Stop hiding... I saw you a long time ago," Zhang Erhe said breathlessly, then sat down on the ground!

The figure opposite no longer hid and slowly raised its head—that face was none other than Zhang Erhe.

“You…you clearly had a chance to win just now,” Zhang Erhe said, sitting on the ground, his gaze fixed on the person opposite him. “If you had just taken one more step, you could have swallowed me whole. Why did you give up?”

Zhang Erhe, sitting opposite him, remained silent for a moment before slowly replying, "What good would it do to devour you? My soul can't hold on much longer. Even if I win, I won't live for long."

"So?" Zhang Erhe shrugged. "Don't you hate me?"

“I did hate you.” Zhang Erhe’s voice was low. “I hated that you took everything from me… But later, seeing how you treated Jiaojiao, Guanxue, and Lao Si, I suddenly couldn’t hate you anymore. You did better than me.” His tone was tinged with regret.

"Then why did you bring me here in the first place?"

"I'm just not willing to accept this, and I want to have a real fight with you."

"I'm afraid it's not just that." Zhang Erhe clapped his hands and stood up. "Since you're not going to make a move, then I'm leaving." He turned to leave.

"Wait—" a voice finally rang out from behind, "You want to make a move against Zhang Guowei, don't you?"

"Yes." Zhang Erhe didn't turn around. "The matter of Lao Si can't be left like this. Don't try to persuade me to show mercy."

“I’m not trying to persuade you.” Zhang Erhe across from me shook his head. “It’s just that, for the sake of our past acquaintance… let’s give him a quick death.”

Zhang Erhe turned around abruptly: "You're still too soft-hearted."

The person on the other end chuckled softly: "It's not that I'm soft-hearted. It's just..."

“Okay, I agree.” Zhang Erhe nodded directly, then extended his hand. Zhang Erhe on the other side hesitated for a moment, then slowly extended his hand as well.

The two hands reached out to each other, and the moment they clasped, the figures opposite them began to flicker and become transparent.

"One last question," Zhang Erhe asked in a low voice, "when you were being beaten that night...did you see who did it?"

Zhang Erhe, who was opposite him, suddenly opened his eyes wide, then smiled with relief, turning into a speck of light that merged into Zhang Erhe's body.

In the empty space, only Zhang Erhe's voice could be heard: "Everyone says you have a heart as hard as iron... but it turns out your softest side is hidden here."

"Go in peace. I understand what you mean."

In the hospital ward, Zhang Erhe slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Qian, who was fast asleep beside him. He gently pressed his hand on the other's neck, then silently got up, stretched his body, opened the window, and disappeared into the night.

Not far from the No. 95 courtyard house, there is a small courtyard house with one entrance.

Zhang Guowei sat at the table with a gloomy expression. On the table sat an empty bottle of wine. He rarely drank, let alone used alcohol to drown his sorrows, so his current state was truly ironic. Even more ironic was that this wine was a gift from Zhang Erhe years ago.

This morning, the Municipal Public Security Bureau bypassed the Dongcheng Branch and disciplined him directly—for concealing and failing to report intelligence about espionage, which led to Ma Qianli's death, he was stripped of his entire position and given a major demerit and a party warning. At his age, receiving such a punishment means his life is over.

"Was I wrong?" Zhang Guowei murmured to himself. "Why does everyone think it's my fault now?"

His son had a big fight with him before and moved to the factory-allocated apartment; his wife tried to persuade him several times to no avail, and then left completely, leaving only the words, "You should reflect on your own behavior." These successive blows finally made him doubt his own consistent actions.

He sat there blankly for a long while, then suddenly slammed his fist on the table: "I did nothing wrong!"

"Zhang Guowei, you still haven't realized your mistake?" a voice softly rang out.

"Who?!" Zhang Guowei subconsciously reached for his waist, but then suddenly remembered that the gun had been taken away during the day.

The door was pushed open with a "click".

Zhang Erhe, wearing a hospital gown, walked in from outside.

"Erhe? You...you weren't in the hospital? Are you better?" Zhang Guowei's face flashed with surprise, followed by an undisguised look of guilt. He couldn't help feeling guilty after learning that Zhang Erhe was hospitalized—after all, only he knew best the brotherly bond between Zhang Erhe and Ma Qianli.

Zhang Erhe didn't respond to his words, but instead slowly approached: "My brother Zhang Dajiang died saving you. Now, my brother Ma Qianli also died saving you. Tell me, how should these two lives be repaid?"

“I…” Zhang Guowei was speechless for a long time before whispering, “I would rather it was me who died that day.”

“I know,” Zhang Erhe nodded, “but unfortunately, you are the one who survived.”

“Sometimes living is more painful than dying,” Zhang Guowei replied in a hoarse voice.

Zhang Erhe suddenly chuckled, a laugh so cold it sent chills down Zhang Guowei's spine.

"Pain? You dare talk about pain?" He took two steps forward and grabbed Zhang Guowei by the collar. "Ma Qianli never uttered a word of complaint against you until his death, but what about you? When you were concealing information, did you think of him? When you were clinging to wishful thinking, did you consider the possibility of death? You said you'd rather it was you who died—"

He suddenly pulled Zhang Guowei close, almost face to face, "Then why don't you just die? The dead can't be brought back to life. Can your casual 'I'd rather' really pay for a life? Just because you were greedy and reckless, I lost my good brother, Qiqige lost her husband, and the child in her belly lost its father—and you think you can just smooth things over with a single sentence?"

"Erhe, I..."

"Snapped."

Zhang Erhe pulled a dagger from his pocket and threw it in front of Zhang Guowei.

"Come on, since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

Zhang Guowei picked up the dagger with trembling hands, pressed it against his chest, and tried several times, but could not manage to stab himself.

"It seems you still don't want to die."

"Erhe, don't force me..." Zhang Guowei gritted his teeth and gripped the knife handle tightly again.

"I'm forcing you."

The dagger remained suspended at his chest, unable to penetrate for a long time.

“Coward,” Zhang Erhe suddenly loosened his collar and turned around, “stop acting like this.”

"It's not that I'm afraid of death, it's just that..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Erhe, who had his back to him, suddenly turned around, snatched the dagger, and plunged it straight into Zhang Guowei's heart.

Then, he held Zhang Guowei's hand, which was still firmly in his grasp, and slowly pressed it onto the hilt of the knife.

“Zhang Guowei, you should be glad,” Zhang Erhe whispered in his ear. “I originally wanted you to die a slow and painful death… but I promised someone I would give you a quick one.”

Zhang Guowei opened his eyes wide and slowly looked at the dagger aimed at him. Then, as if resigned to his fate, he shook his head, gave a bitter laugh, and closed his eyes.

Zhang Erhe put on gloves and erased all traces of his presence, arranging the scene to resemble Zhang Guowei's suicide out of guilt. After everything was in place, he quietly left, his figure disappearing into the night.

When he returned to the hospital, Wu Qian was still asleep by the bedside.

Zhang Erhe gently lay back down on the hospital bed and closed his eyes. The struggle with the original owner's consciousness during this period had been too mentally taxing; he was indeed exhausted.

P.S.: To the person who said I was being sentimental, did you see this chapter? The protagonist was only occupying this body before, but I never said that the original body was completely dead!

Chapter 186 You're finally awake!

Logically speaking, Ma Qianli was the original owner's brother. He hadn't been in this world for very long, and his bond with Ma Qianli wasn't nearly as strong as the original owner's. But after Ma Qianli's death, an overwhelming grief swept over him, and this unusual emotion made him vaguely feel that something was wrong.

On the night of Ma Qianli's burial, he had barely lain down when his consciousness was pulled into an unfamiliar space by a force. The original body was waiting for him there, and a relentless battle of consciousness ensued. The original body had completely lost control due to the news of Ma Qianli's death, becoming exceptionally difficult to deal with. He barely managed to resist with all his might, and even if he were to eventually devour the original body, it would undoubtedly require a tremendous expenditure of his mental energy.

But at the very last moment of the battle, the original body suddenly stopped. After resolving the inner conflict, without any warning, the original body voluntarily dissipated, turning into fragments of consciousness that all merged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, he finally gained complete control over the body. He was the original body, and the original body was him. The original body sacrificed itself to achieve perfect fusion with him.

Around 5 a.m., Wu Qian slowly woke up, raised his hand to rub his sore arms, and stretched his neck. He had slept on his stomach all night, and now his whole body ached. He looked at Zhang Erhe on the bed, who was still fast asleep and showed no signs of waking up.

Wu Qian sighed softly, "My dear second brother, when are you finally going to wake up?"

At eight o'clock, the doctor came to check on him as scheduled. After the examination, Zhang Erhe's breathing and pulse remained stable, but no one dared to be sure whether he would have a fever again today.

After the doctor left, Wu Qian stayed by the bedside, lost in thought, when the door to the ward creaked open.

He turned his head and saw Qiqige, heavily pregnant, struggling to walk in, with Ma Yunduo carrying things beside her.

"Fourth brother's wife, what brings you here?" Wu Qian quickly got up to greet her.

"Third Brother, I've come to see Second Brother." Qiqige's voice was somewhat weak as she looked at the person on the bed and asked anxiously, "What did the doctor say? Second Brother's illness shows no signs of improvement?"

Wu Qian shook his head helplessly: "The doctor said that we need to see if the fever continues today before we can make a judgment."

"Then... Second Brother, he hasn't woken up at all?"

"No."

Qiqige walked to the bedside, looked at Zhang Erhe's pale face, her eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks: "Second brother, please wake up. You promised Xiao Ma that you would take care of the three of us, how come you're so sick now?"

On the other side, at Zhang Guowei's doorstep, two policemen arrived. The young officer had just called out "Chief Zhang" when he was glared at by the older officer beside him—Zhang Guowei had been dismissed from his post yesterday.

The young policeman shut his mouth in frustration, and the two of them shouted at the door for a long time, but there was still no response from inside.

"That's strange. The lock is locked from the inside. Could it be that he's not home?" The old policeman frowned and looked at both sides of the courtyard wall. It was quiet all around, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

The two called out for a long time without getting a response. Just as they were about to return to the station to report, the old policeman suddenly wrinkled his nose.

"Xiao Li, can you smell anything?"

The young policeman sniffed hard, then shook his head blankly: "No."

"Something's not right." Before the old policeman finished speaking, he had already taken a few steps back, then took a running start, jumped, and nimbly climbed onto the top of the wall.

He glanced into the courtyard, then jumped in, and sure enough, found the gate only locked from the inside. The older policeman opened the door and let the younger one in. The two followed the faint, fishy smell and headed straight for the main house.

The two of them froze the moment they pushed the door open.

Zhang Guowei lay slumped on the table, his face ashen white. A dagger was embedded in his chest, its tip piercing his heart, and a large pool of congealed black blood lay on the floor. One of his hands was still tightly gripping the hilt of the dagger, his knuckles white.

"Xiao Li! Hurry back to the station and get help!" The old policeman's voice trembled slightly.

The young policeman was so frightened by the scene before him that his legs trembled. He had only been working for a short time and had never seen anything like it before. Upon hearing the news, he stumbled and ran outside.

Not long after, Director Song of the branch office arrived at the scene with his men, his face ashen.

He swayed as he looked at the scene inside, his eyes filled with shock. The forensic doctor who had accompanied him didn't dare delay and immediately began to protect the scene and conduct an examination.

The doors and windows were locked from the inside. There were no signs of a struggle inside. The only fingerprints on the dagger were Zhang Guowei's. An empty wine bottle was also on the table.

All the signs put together point to a highly probable conclusion—suicide.

Inside the ward, Qiqige pondered for a moment before speaking, "Third Brother, come out with me for a moment."

Wu Qian didn't ask any questions and followed her into the corridor. Only Ma Yunduo remained in the ward. She carefully moved to the bedside and looked at the sleeping Zhang Erhe.

Although she was young, she knew that without a father, she would be bullied. She had already lost her father, and now it seemed that even her little sister Jiaojiao's father was about to leave. Thinking of this, she tiptoed forward and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the room, reached out her little hand and gently touched Zhang Erhe's cheek. If her little sister Jiaojiao couldn't remember what her father looked like in the future, she would tell her sister everything she had touched and seen.