Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 32: Let's see who has the stronger fate, him or those wandering ghosts.

Rental housing.

After finishing her noodles, Ruan Zhijuan began to ponder why Zhou Gangxun treated her this way.

Because he didn't want to wash his underwear? But Zhou Gangxun just washed them very smoothly... He didn't even mind the underwear that had been peed on, and he even seemed to smell it.

Hmph, this is only what he saw; what about the times he didn't see?

That filthy, smelly dog ​​Zhou Gangxun might do something to his underwear.

Ruan Zhijuan leaned back on the sofa, hands on her hips. She knew that Zhou Gangxun had thrown out her underwear a few days ago just to play hard to get.

On the surface, he seems cold and indifferent, but inside he's probably incredibly anxious, so anxious he'd practically beg and cry, "I'm sorry, my dear wife, let the stinky dog ​​wash you, the stinky dog ​​washes the best and cleanest~"

I was afraid he really wouldn't let me wash.

But not this one... then what is it?

Did I eat the peaches before and not leave any for him?

Or did he find out I secretly used his perfume yesterday?

It can't be that he said he was poor, useless, or a stray dog... and then he just holds a grudge, right?

Hmph, what a stingy old poor man (๑°3°๑), you want to kill him over such a trivial matter.

Just give him a peach as compensation, and treat him better in the future.

Ruan Zhijuan reluctantly thought about it, then reluctantly took out the ten yuan from the pressure cooker in her pocket and went out to buy peaches. The doctor had said last time that he could eat a peach.

Then buy another one for Zhou Gangxun.

We arrived at the fruit shop.

Uncle Wu rushed to greet Ruan Zhijuan with tears in his eyes, as if seeing a family member. "You've come...you've come! What would you like to buy today? Peaches?"

As he spoke, he opened the bag and began picking peaches to put inside, one, two...

Thanks to the little master's reminder, ever since he had that cunning Master Yang change the grave, his mother appeared to him in a dream that night, saying that the new place he was living in was quite nice, his nails and hair were not growing as fast, and he had also found his father, whom he could never find before because he was always lost in a maze.

They even made him burn a set of manicure-specific nail clippers and an air conditioner.

Finally, she asked him if he could burn Ruan Zhijuan's remains for him, saying that she really liked the little doll.

Uncle Wu immediately refused, saying that Ruan Zhijuan was a living person, not a paper doll, and that a living person could only go down to earth when their lifespan ended, just like when they were alive.

Afraid that his mother would say he should do something for the person and then send him down, he quickly said he would burn a few handsome men for her.

After much persuasion, they finally agreed to send three muscular, handsome men to work for his mother. Only then was his mother satisfied and gave up her idea of ​​taking advantage of Ruan Zhijuan.

Just these past two days... his dad started appearing in his dreams again, tearfully asking if he could burn more clothes for his mom's muscular boyfriends, so they wouldn't be wearing tank tops and going in and out all the time.

I'll burn three sets of cotton-padded clothes tonight.

Thinking this, Uncle Wu filled the bag even faster, three, four... five... five...

Ruan Zhijuan's watery eyes widened suddenly, and she was so frightened that she stammered, "Enough...enough!" Don't add any more spice. Does he still think he's the same guy who had thirty dollars the other day?

He looked at the peaches and mentally calculated that of the ten yuan Zhou Gangxun had given him yesterday, he still had seven yuan left. He had two yuan before, plus the ten yuan he earned from selling the pressure cooker, making a total of nineteen yuan.

But these nineteen dollars were all his hard-earned savings! He never imagined he would spend them all on Zhou Gangxun to buy peaches.

This uncle isn't taking the ride.

"I...I'm allergic to peaches, so I don't want too many today, just...just two." He slightly raised his chin, waved his hand, and said in a pretentious manner, "You know what an allergy is, right? It's the kind that's really uncomfortable and dangerous. It's not that I don't have money."

Uncle Wu pulled his hand away from the peaches he was about to pack, saying, "It's an allergy. You can't eat too many."

She started taking peaches out again, and tentatively asked, "Did you...see my mom today?"

Grandma?

Ruan Zhijuan looked at the fruit shop where there were only the two of them, blinked, and said, "No."

Uncle Wu glanced at the still rocking chair, ran over and gave it a push, asking, "Now?"

Ruan Zhijuan:...Oo?

"Ah, it's good that she didn't come." Uncle Wu lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that his mother would come up again to take Ruan Zhijuan away. He was worried that she would be taken away by someone else again. But he still had to thank her properly for this.

Thinking about it, Uncle Wu picked and chose, putting two mangoes into Ruan Zhijuan's bag of peaches and two pieces of pineapple.

I also grabbed a handful of cherries; the tall young man wanted to buy these last time—they were all big and red.

In just a short while, when Uncle Wu returned to Ruan Zhijuan, the bag was already full.

"Uncle, hurry up and pay the bill..." Ruan Zhijuan grabbed the money in his pocket, her face turning red. What... what are you doing? I said I didn't want it, why are you forcing me to buy it?

I don't know if nineteen yuan is enough to pay.

No way... we can't put any more in there, otherwise we won't be able to afford to buy it even if we sell it later. It's only worth 150 yuan now, and I don't know if its value has dropped again in the last couple of days.

Uncle Wu was about to pack a watermelon for Ruan Zhijuan when he looked up and saw that Ruan Zhijuan had red eyes and was blinking as if she was about to cry. "Waaah, Uncle Wu, I...I didn't bring that much money...I...my husband has...but, but my husband doesn't earn money easily..." I can't give it to you, all that money is for me.

Ruan Zhijuan sniffed, and her husband might even chop her up at the price now.

Uncle Wu smiled. So that's what she was worried about. She felt sorry for her husband. "It's free. It's a gift. You won't have to pay for anything you buy from my shop in the future."

Ruan Zhijuan: ō.Ó Zundu jiadu a.

Well... since it's a gift, then... then it's fine, hehe, hehehe_(ÒωÓ๑ゝ∠)_.

You should have said so earlier! Hurry up and put the watermelon in, don't tire yourself out. And those peaches we just took out, (￢з￢)σ put them back too, it's not good to let others eat them after they've been touched, hehehe.

I'll come often from now on, I love coming! ヾ(*Ő౪Ő*)

……

On the way back, I passed by the community's bulletin board and saw that a lot of people had gathered there.

Ruan Zhijuan, carrying a bag of fruit, went closer and saw a piece of paper pasted on the bulletin board, covered with dense writing. He blinked and muttered to himself, "County...Standard...Announcement, what is it?"

The Public Security Bureau... is striving for leniency...

The boy next to her, who was also looking at the notice board, heard Ruan Zhijuan say the words "county magistrate" in a serious tone. At first, he thought it was some kind of accent, but after realizing what it was, he was amused and laughed. He explained, "This is a reward notice, about the collection of clues for the case."

The boy looked to be under twenty years old, over 1.8 meters tall, very handsome, with fair skin, hair that reached his waist, and a good physique. He looked like someone who studied art.

Reward offered... Clues sought...

As Bai Zhiqi finished speaking and was about to leave, she noticed the handsome boy next to her prick up his ears and subtly moved closer to her, repeatedly coughing and urging her to continue.

He stopped, looked quietly at Ruan Zhijuan, and turned back to read uncertainly, "On the evening of July 19, 2002, a murder occurred in this residential area. The victim, Lin (male, 19 years old, a first-year student at Fucheng University), was murdered. The suspect's identity is unknown and he is currently at large..."

"In order to quickly investigate the case, identify the suspects, and prevent new victims from appearing... we are now publicly soliciting clues related to the case..."

"It is suspected that this is the same perpetrator behind the series of heinous murders involving dismemberment that occurred a few days ago..."

Ruan Zhijuan followed the words the man read, her eyes constantly tracking them. Although she couldn't quite catch them, the phrase "cooking corpse case"... it felt like she'd heard it somewhere before...

That man! The one with two eyeballs!

"Isn't he dead? The murderer of the cooked corpse case?" Ruan Zhijuan couldn't help but whisper as she leaned closer to ask.

Bai Zhiqi paused upon hearing the question, her gaze shifting to scrutinize Ruan Zhijuan, especially his eyes. She replied, "Yes, the one who died was the first serial killer of the cannibalistic murders. The one committing the crime now is the second, perhaps a copycat attack, or maybe the wrong person was arrested back then...."

I was resurrected in another's body.

Bai Zhiqi didn't say anything more. He lowered his eyes, his long hair blowing in the wind, revealing several distinct dark red finger marks on his fair neck. "Scope of clue collection... During the time of the incident, were there any suspicious persons... or vehicles... in or near the community..."

It turns out to be a new murderer... and a new... recent victim...

Ruan Zhijuan's gaze fell on the following text: "According to the police's current sketch of the suspect, he is about 1.9 meters tall, with a well-proportioned or slightly muscular build, and engages in physically demanding work... He may have backgrounds from out of town... He only recently came to Fucheng..."

Ruan Zhijuan looked at it very carefully, blinking her eyes slowly as if she were trying to decipher the text.

Bai Zhiqi's reading aloud became background noise for a moment, as if it were far away, "Knowing clues about the victim's whereabouts and contacts before the crime..."

"Other information related to the case, such as unusual noises heard during the time of the incident, the sound of chopping meat... or clues about possession of suspicious items involved in the case, the murder weapon, a cleaver, high voltage..."

Two minutes later, Ruan Zhijuan moved. He grabbed Bai Zhiqi's arm and pointed to the reward standards section below. "I... I have bad eyesight. Can you read this to me?"

Although Ruan Zhijuan was unwilling to admit that he was nearsighted, he was even less willing to admit that he was illiterate.

Bai Zhiqi's pupils contracted slightly as he stared blankly at Ruan Zhijuan's hand gripping his bloodless, livid arm. After a few seconds, he managed to utter a sound, "Reward criteria... If you help the police narrow down the scope of their investigation and clarify the direction of the investigation, the reward will be between one hundred and five hundred, depending on the circumstances..."

"A reward of one thousand to three thousand will be given for providing the suspect's identity, key characteristics, motive, and whereabouts of the stolen items..."

"A reward of five thousand will be given for directly assisting the police in apprehending the suspect or finding key evidence, such as bloodstained clothing or the murder weapon..."

"If the case has a significant social impact and provides clues that directly lead to the solving of the entire case, a reward of RMB 10,000 will be given."

"Next are the reporting hotline and address."

Bai Zhiqi thought for a moment and added to Ruan Zhijuan, "For a case like this serial murder, dismemberment, and cooking of the body, the circumstances are heinous, so I think we can give 20,000."

Twenty thousand yuan!

Ruan Zhijuan's eyes instantly turned into laser eyes („ಡωಡ„), she wished she could lie on that piece of paper, and all that could be heard in her head was the echoing sound of "twenty thousand yuan...twenty thousand yuan..."

Twenty thousand yuan could buy twenty spicy snacks, let alone peaches.

"Young man, did you hear me when I spoke to you?" Ruan Zhijuan was in a good mood when a man in his thirties patted him on the shoulder, pointed to a piece of paper on the bulletin board, and waved his hand at him, saying, "I told you I can't read, so I can't read it to you. You can ask someone else later."

Ruan Zhijuan blinked, completely bewildered. What was this person talking about?

Didn't he just finish talking to that handsome long-haired guy next to him? How come he didn't hear it?

However, when Ruan Zhijuan looked around, there was no one around; he was the only person on the entire notice board.

……

construction site.

It rained a little more in the afternoon, and the wall on the south side was painted several times before being covered with new cement to cover the bloodstains and human figures.

"The developer said they need someone brave enough to watch the construction site at night, and they'll pay them 120 yuan a day," one of the workers said. "If you stay until the project is finished, it'll take about ten days, and you can earn more than 2,000 yuan, which is more than two months' salary."

"Night watch? That means you don't do any work, just watch the construction site? And you can get over a hundred yuan for that? I'm daring, incredibly daring, I'll sign up, get me a job..."

A man nearby chuckled, "Arrangements? Do you think you can just go whenever you want? They said it'll be by drawing lots, it's all about fate. Whoever God wants to go, that's who goes!"

Destiny, fate...

Zhou Gangxun stared at the gloomy sky with his dark eyes, smoking without saying a word.

Before the end of the workday, the developer called all the workers together to draw lots.

After drawing their slips of paper, the workers huddled together in small groups, discussing what they had drawn. "None, mine was blank. What did the slips we drew have on them?"

"I heard it was a black line drawn with a pen." "Then I didn't get it either, what a waste."

Zhou Gangxun casually picked up a piece of paper, tore it open, and saw a black line drawn on it.

"Brother Xun, you won!" "What kind of luck is that...!"

With a sigh, the surrounding migrant workers and others immediately looked at Zhou Gangxun, their eyes falling on the note in his hand. There was envy and disdain in their gazes. "It's hopeless. Let's go. The 120 yuan is someone else's."

"What's going on? He's a new guy on the construction site, how come he gets all the good things?"

One hundred and twenty yuan a night, almost four times the regular wage, for night watch.

No matter how you look at it, there's something going on inside.

Zhou Gangxun gave a cold smirk as he looked at the slip of paper he had drawn, a gesture reminiscent of the King of Hell's roll call.

But he's short of money, isn't he? He wants to support a wife who's a money pit.

How can I give him perfume worth tens of thousands of yuan if I don't have money?

She can spend thousands of dollars on perfume alone, and eating a peach that costs a dozen dollars can land her in the hospital, costing her hundreds of dollars in medical expenses. She's born with a life of luxury and needs to be fed money.

Especially now that her lover is dead, he's the only one left to support his pathetic, stupid wife who only knows how to seduce others.

Let's see who has a stronger fate, him or those wandering ghosts.

Then, taking the money, he slapped it repeatedly on Ruan Zhijuan's beautiful, dirty face, which was both crying and laughing, calling him "husband."