After a period of darkness, Chu Tang once again accepted this new world. She was fortunate to have such good friends, fortunate to have met her current students, and also grateful for... that voice. Although, she still wasn't sure of the voice's origin. Sometimes she wondered if it was a delusion or a split personality.
Jiang Lin pondered for a moment and asked, "Recently, has there been a homicide near you?" When he met Chu Tang, he had seen a faint aura of blood on her.
Chu Tang's thoughts drifted for a moment, then she nodded, "Yes."
Jiang Lin: "At that time, was that person with you?"
Chu Tang's voice became firm: "Yes." It was because of that incident that she was able to confirm that the voice's existence was not a mental issue. Instead, there was an unknown entity following her.
"Judging by the voice, he is likely between 23 and 29 years old. Male. Wealthy family, and his appearance... should be quite good." That person was quite narcissistic. Chu Tang mused over various details, estimating, "However, before he met me, something must have happened. His physical body is probably dead." Perhaps what accompanied her was just a wisp of a soul? Or perhaps, it was actually a ghost? Chu Tang was unsure. She also didn't know why he would appear by her side.
Jiang Lin had a general idea. "One last question, when did he leave?" Chu Tang answered this question quickly. "Sixteen days ago." That morning, she woke up and lay in bed for a while. Then she got up, washed, exercised, and made a simple breakfast. Throughout the process, it was quiet. There were no other sounds. She thought perhaps the other party was too lazy to speak. Or had temporarily gone somewhere else. That voice would often leave for short periods before. In the afternoon, she began practicing her instrument, and when she got hungry, she started preparing dinner. The entire day passed quickly. Until she lay back in bed, the voice had not appeared. The next day, the voice still did not appear. Then came the third, fourth, and fifth days... He had vanished as if into thin air. Never to reappear. Chu Tang's composed melodies could not be heard by him. The words she wanted to say never had the chance to be spoken. But thinking about it, he had appeared out of nowhere, perhaps out of pity for her, so he stayed for a short while. Now that she had emerged from her despair, and felt alright, he had left? "He might be the guardian spirit of my ancestors?" she guessed jokingly. "Isn't there the 'Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld' now? I suppose my ancestors saw my parents and felt sorry for me, so they took leave to look after me?" Her tone was quite cheerful, but her eyes couldn't help but well up with tears. "With the ancestors watching over, my parents should not have too difficult a time down there..." Jiang Lin listened quietly. After her emotions calmed down, he patted her head and left.
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Knock, knock! Knock, knock! The door to the lounge was knocked upon. Xiaoyue, the band's lead singer, called from outside, "Sister Chu Tang, are you awake? It's time!" Chu Tang suddenly woke up and instinctively replied, "Awake." Awake? Had she fallen asleep? She recalled the scene in her dream, vaguely remembering that she seemed to have talked with a musical note about something. Finally, that musical note flew up and hopped on her head. Chu Tang raised her hand to touch her head; the sensation of touch was quite real.
"Sister Chu Tang?" Xiaoyue walked in, ready to escort her out. When her gaze fell on Chu Tang's face, she couldn't help but smile, "Did something good happen?" Chu Tang: "What?" Xiaoyue smiled, "You're smiling so happily, did you have a good dream?" Chu Tang's lips curved into a smile, "Yes. I suppose so." In the dream, she remembered the colorful musical note particularly clearly. It seemed to gather all the beautiful colors in the world, shining with dazzling light. Just as she had seen it with her own eyes before...
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"That's great, it seems the streamer isn't here to collect souls." "Miss is so capable, her life will definitely get better and better! Keep it up!" In the live stream, the viewers were also greatly relieved to see Chu Tang open her eyes. They were afraid that she might just disappear while sleeping. When they first saw Chu Tang, most viewers felt 'sympathy.' Sympathy for such a pretty girl who became blind at such a young age. Then came regret. In the prime of her life. After that, watching her difficult journey, they felt pity and concern. They felt that being blind was not easy, and it strengthened their resolve to pay more attention to blind paths and cause less trouble for such people in the future. But when the band began to perform, and Chu Tang started to listen and offer guidance, seeing her sparkling presence, the viewers involuntarily began to admire her. Their thoughts about her underwent a qualitative change. – This is a girl who cannot see and faces difficulties everywhere. – She cannot see, but she can see that this is a tenacious girl with experience in living independently. – This is a talented girl! She is amazing! "I really want to get to know her and become friends!" "She's shining!" "Huh? Is the streamer leaving?" While the viewers were sighing with emotion, they suddenly noticed the camera shift, and the streamer floated away. "Streamer: Work is done, work is done, no overtime." "Haha, upstairs, is that what you want to say to your boss?" "Clocking out precisely at the end of the shift, countdown thirty minutes."
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"Goodbye, Sister Chu Tang~!" In front of the bus stop, Xiaoyue watched Chu Tang take her seat. After the bus slowly drove away, she walked back by herself. Upon returning to the second floor where the band was located, everyone was still resting. "Want some water?" The handsome boy with slightly curly hair walked over and handed her a cup of hot water. He casually asked, "Did you take the bus again?" Xiaoyue took the hot water and moistened her throat, "Yes." "Isn't it more convenient to take a taxi?" the boy asked. "It's different." Xiaoyue quickly drank the hot water and smiled, not saying more. She looked at the others, "Are we going to eat directly later?" The other members of the band knew that she had a good relationship with Sister Chu Tang. It was also because of her that Sister Chu Tang became the band's mentor. But only she knew that she and Sister Chu Tang met because she took a slight detour on her way home that day. Passing by an alley entrance, she bumped into a young woman who was running out in a hurry. The young woman looked very disheveled and had bloodstains on her. She seemed to be blind, and after being knocked to the ground, the young woman was very anxious to get up. But she tried twice, and her legs couldn't muster any strength. Xiaoyue quickly helped her up, "I'm sorry... are you alright?" At that time, Xiaoyue's heart was a little flustered; had she stumbled upon a crime scene? Who knew that the next second, the young woman tightly grasped her hand: "Call the police! Please! Help me call the police!" Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat, and she nimbly took out her phone. About seven or eight minutes later, the police car arrived. Soon, a cordon was set up around the area. – Something had indeed happened in the alley. A man was dead. No one knew how a frail blind girl managed to escape from inside. But the street surveillance proved that it was indeed the man who, under the guise of leading the way, brought the blind girl into the alley. What was the intention? Anyone could guess.
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For ordinary people, taxis are indeed more convenient. But for Sister Chu Tang, buses and taxis are different. The former is a public space, with many people, many pairs of eyes. The latter is a private, enclosed space. With no escape route. No one to ask for help. And no room to fight back. Not that everyone has to be a good person, but... if it can be avoided, it should be avoided as much as possible.
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