Death Progress Bar - Chapter 75 - White Moonlight
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Chapter 75 - White Moonlight

White Moonlight

However, everything was still just speculationthere was no point in worrying about it now.

s.h.i.+ Jin pushed all the messy thoughts out of his mind with a determined shove, adjusted his emotions, and, filled with diligence, went to the bathroom to help Lian Jun to warm up in preparation for the ma.s.sage.

s.h.i.+ Jin finally got a good nights sleep that night, but when he woke up, his mentality nearly collapsed again.

600? How did it go up to 600? Thats it, I give up, Im not doing this anymore. He buried his head in the poached egg pillow, disappointed with the cold, cruel world.

Xiao Si uttered weakly.

A one-off increase of 80 isnt much, you say. s.h.i.+ Jin couldnt even sigh. He patted about for his phone and found s.h.i.+ Weichongs number. He wanted to call his brother to ask if he had quarreled with Xu Jie, but in the end, he didnthe was afraid that asking a question like that was too conspicuous, and it would arouse s.h.i.+ Weichongs suspicion. Frustrated, he shoved his phone back under the pillow.

The bathroom door opened and Lian Jun came out, sitting in the wheelchair. Noticing that s.h.i.+ Jin had changed positions and was now hugging the pillow, he guessed the teenager was awake and leaned over to pat his back, saying, Get up, I have a present for you.

Hmm? Present?

s.h.i.+ Jin turned to look at him.

Actually, this is something I was supposed to give you much earlier. Lian Jun smoothed the younger mans hair, messy from sleep. Some time ago, I promised you that I would check s.h.i.+ Xingruis correspondence records. Since then, the whole of Annihilation had been busy with other things and the investigation got delayed a little, but I got the results a few days ago. I didnt show you right away because I didnt want to distract you before the college entrance examination. Do you want to see the information now?

Correspondence records?

For a moment, s.h.i.+ Jin was confused; it took him a minute to remember that he had indeed asked Lian Jun for help with that. He thought of s.h.i.+ Xingruis mysterious white moonlight, and the last vestiges of sleep disappeared like the morning mist. He jumped up and grabbed Lian Juns hand, saying with excitement, Yes yes yes! I want to see it!

After was.h.i.+ng at record speed, s.h.i.+ Jin finished his breakfast in two or three bites, then took the tablet from Lian Jun.

The file was huge and pa.s.sword-protected. He took a deep breath and entered the pa.s.sword Lian Jun told him.

As the doc.u.ment opened, the first thing that appeared on the screen was an outstanding mini-essay written in a primary school students style. s.h.i.+ Jin blinked, taken aback, and scrolled down. To his bewilderment, he found that the following pages held similar pieces as well.

Wasnt this supposed to be correspondence records? Why is it all compositions and essays?

s.h.i.+ Xingrui erased his correspondence records so completely that the investigators couldnt find any leads, so they decided to tackle it from another direction, Lian Jun provided a timely explanation. Dont hold too much hope, thoughthis doc.u.ment doesnt contain much definitive information. Im making the investigation team continue digging; when they find anything, theyll send it over.

s.h.i.+ Jins eyebrows wrinkled, but his frown smoothed out as fast as it came. He scrolled up to the first page of the doc.u.mentsure enough, the name written on the mini-essay was s.h.i.+ Xingrui.

So the investigators decided to start from the pieces of writing s.h.i.+ Xingrui published?

It wasnt a bad idea. After all, if s.h.i.+ Xingrui wanted to publish an article, he first had to submit it, and it had to be done by letter.

That reasoned out, s.h.i.+ Jin collected his thoughts and focused on the file again. After taking a careful read through the essay, he checked the publication date; roughly calculating, it had been written when s.h.i.+ Xingrui was ten years old, when he should have been in fourth grade.

The information stated that this essay was s.h.i.+ Xingruis first published work. It had been submitted by his teacher and finally published by a small campus newspaper in a nearby city. The investigators were very thoroughthey also added the name, photo, personal situation of s.h.i.+ Xingruis teacher at the time, and their situation now.

After checking the photo, s.h.i.+ Jin found that hed seen it before, when hed read s.h.i.+ Xingruis investigation record last time. The person in the picture bore no resemblance to himself, so he scrolled to the next page without further ado.

Another essay jumped out at him. Judging by the date, it should be the second piece s.h.i.+ Xingrui published, only half a month after the first. Just like the first one, it had been submitted by the teacher and appeared in the same campus newspaper.

s.h.i.+ Jin skimmed through the next pages, finding that all the compositions published by s.h.i.+ Xingrui in fourth grade were submitted by the same teacher. In other words, all correspondence s.h.i.+ Xingrui exchanged with the outside world during that period was through that teacher, not by him in person.

In the fifth grade, s.h.i.+ Xingrui had a new teacher as his previous teacher had been transferred, and so a short gap appeared between the publication datesit took until the second half of the school year for the next article to be published.

It was still an essay, but the place it was published changed: instead of a small campus newspaper, it appeared in the education section of a mainstream munic.i.p.al newspaper, in the special column meant to introduce exemplary examples of essays.

From an unknown campus newspaper to the education section of a munic.i.p.al newspapers.h.i.+ Xingruis publis.h.i.+ng platform made quite a qualitative leap. Unfortunately, the name of the person who submitted his work wasnt recorded this time.

Since there was no teacher helping him anymore, s.h.i.+ Jin was certain s.h.i.+ Xingrui mustve submitted it by himself. There was no information on who sent the article in because s.h.i.+ Xingrui wiped the records of his correspondence too thoroughly.

Unwilling to give up, he checked the next articles with the faint hope that whoever s.h.i.+ Xingrui hired had missed a piece of information somewhere, or that perhaps the newspaper kept the original letter of submission in its archives. Unfortunately, anything he could think of, the investigation team could think of too, and it went without saying that s.h.i.+ Xingrui could as well. The investigators did all they could but found nothing.

It was as if s.h.i.+ Xingruis compositions just materialized on the managing editors desk, without pa.s.sing through anybody elses hands.

s.h.i.+ Jin reluctantly accepted that this was a dead end and turned instead to a.n.a.lyzing the writing itself. As he continued reading, he discovered that from that point on, s.h.i.+ Xingruis articles were published more and more widely.

Ever since the first time s.h.i.+ Xingruis writing was published in the munic.i.p.al newspaper, his articles had become a permanent fixture in the contributors column. By the time s.h.i.+ Xingrui graduated from primary school and successfully entered the public junior high school, the residents of the city had long acknowledged him as a child prodigy.

After s.h.i.+ Xingrui was admitted to the county town middle school, his parents sold their house and fields in order to raise enough money for the tuition and moved from their home village to the county town, but they had a hard time in the beginning. It was during this time that s.h.i.+ Xingruis articles stopped being confined to newspapers, as some textbook publishers and educational inst.i.tutions began to take a fancy to them. They were included in many textbooks and teaching materials; naturally for a generous fee. This helped his family survive the most difficult period after their move.

At this point, s.h.i.+ Jin stopped reading and turned his attention to one of the textbooks that included s.h.i.+ Xingruis writing.

It had been scanned to convert it into an electronic version and attached to the investigation file. A few words on the t.i.tle page attracted s.h.i.+ Jins attention: Planning editor Jian Chenghua.

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That name rang a bell.

s.h.i.+ Jins heart skipped a beat. He promptly scrolled back to the articles s.h.i.+ Xingrui published in sixth grade.

The information Lian Juns subordinates had gathered was very detailed. The investigators had carefully collated general information about all the journalists and reporters who contributed to the issues s.h.i.+ Xingruis article were published in, including the names of the editors in charge of each section and other behind-the-scenes staff. The names of the people responsible for reviewing submitted ma.n.u.scripts were thoughtfully marked in red.

s.h.i.+ Jin scanned that part and soon saw what he was looking for: Jian Chenghua, the editor-in-chief and the editor in charge of the education section.

Was it a coincidence that two seemingly unrelated things, the munic.i.p.al newspaper and the textbook, carried the same persons articles and were edited by the same person? Or was there a deeper connection?

Without realizing it, s.h.i.+ Jin straightened in his seat. He went over the information again, this time paying more attention to Jian Chenghuas name.

After s.h.i.+ Xingrui entered middle school, his articles still appeared in the education section of the munic.i.p.al newspaper from time to time, and Jian Chenghua was still the education sections editor. On the surface, they had no personal relations.h.i.+p, and s.h.i.+ Xingruis articles didnt appear in any other textbooks Jian Chenghua worked on.

s.h.i.+ Jin frowned, uncertainaccording to the available information, the overlap of editor and writer in those two publications really did seem to be just a coincidence.

He shook his head and continued to read the file.

In the second grade of middle school, s.h.i.+ Xingrui no longer wrote only essayshe began to try his hand at literary a.n.a.lysis and short stories, slowly expanding the the range of places he submitted to until it included national education journals and magazines. Little by little, he acc.u.mulated some reputation and popularity. However, even then he didnt abandon the local munic.i.p.al newspaper and regularly published something in the education sectionsometimes articles, sometimes poems, sometimes tips on how to study, cementing his position as a prodigy.

This situation continued until s.h.i.+ Xingrui was admitted to the provincial high school and advanced to the second grade without difficulty. In the last semester of his soph.o.m.ore year, s.h.i.+ Xingruis writing stopped appearing in the munic.i.p.al newspaper. s.h.i.+ Jin noticed it coincided with Jian Chenghuas sudden move to B City, where he joined a major newspaper.

He felt his heartbeat speed uphis hunch was correct, Jiang Chenghua had some connection to this case.

Him being responsible for editing both the newspaper and the textbook that s.h.i.+ Xingrui submitted to, could be explained by the fact that there were a limited number of people in the education circle of a rural area, so it was inevitable that peoples work would overlap sometimes. But could it still be called a coincidence if s.h.i.+ Xingrui stopped submitting articles to the newspaper as soon as Jian Chenghua left?

Whats more, with s.h.i.+ Xingruis utilitarian character, it was suspicious as h.e.l.l that he still insisted on publis.h.i.+ng articles in an insignificant local newspaper when submitting them to a national-level one would be much more beneficial to him. He mustve had some kind of ulterior motive!

s.h.i.+ Jin called up Jian Chenghuas information and checked his photo.

A picture of an overweight, middle-aged and plain-looking man popped up.

s.h.i.+ Jins excited expression froze. He examined the photo but was disappointed to find that the fat man did not bear any resemblance to himself. Besides, with his age, it was unlikely he couldve been s.h.i.+ Xingruis white moonlight anyway.

He thought hed hit the jackpot, but was he wrong after all?

His face set in a deep frown, s.h.i.+ Jin scrutinized the photo again, but in the end, he was unable to fool himselfit was impossible for this person to be s.h.i.+ Xingruis unforgettable love. Sighing with disappointment, he returned to perusing the information.

However, it only made him even more frustrated.

Because starting from the second semester of his soph.o.m.ore year, s.h.i.+ Xingrui stopped submitting articles, not only to the munic.i.p.al newspaper but also to the other publications, and focused on studying. s.h.i.+ Jin recalled that it was in this period that s.h.i.+ Xingruis fathers health had taken a sudden turn for the worse, and he became a regular guest at the local hospital.

That was probably one of the reasons s.h.i.+ Xingrui stopped writing, to take care of his father.

At this point, s.h.i.+ Jin read more than half of the file already.

He began to lose hope.

s.h.i.+ Xingrui erased the records of his personal correspondence too well. From the fifth grade, when s.h.i.+ Xingrui began to personally submit his compositions, to the second year of high school when he stopped for a timeit wasnt a short period of time, and he submitted so many articles over those years and yet, s.h.i.+ Xingrui hadnt missed even a single letter. It was insane.

Without detailed correspondence records, it was nigh impossible to find useful information just by checking s.h.i.+ Xingruis publication record.

s.h.i.+ Jin was disheartened. After going over such a large amount of information, the only thing he got was a confirmation of his conjectures.h.i.+ Xingruis letters must be the key, otherwise, the man wouldnt have put in so much effort into getting rid of them.

I should be happy my guess was correct, s.h.i.+ Jin consoled himself. Cheering up a little, he read the rest of the file.

s.h.i.+ Xingruis publication history was blank from the second year of high school to the first half of his freshman year in university. It was only in the second semester that he started publis.h.i.+ng again, but it was no longer the same as beforeinstead of polished essays and interesting short stories, what he published were only highly specialized, professional articles.

All of a sudden, s.h.i.+ Xingrui transformed from a literary genius who loved writing to a studying tyrant. Whats more, he seemed to have no more intersection with Jian Chenghua. Although both of them were in B city, one was working peacefully in a newspaper and the other led a glorious university life. It seemed that, from the beginning to the end, they had never once met, even by chance.

Four years had pa.s.sed like that. Once he finished reading the last paper s.h.i.+ Xingrui had published during his college years, s.h.i.+ Jin reached the end of the doc.u.ment at lastafter graduating, s.h.i.+ Xingrui focused on running the company and never touched a pen again.

At the end of the report, the investigators noted that since no written information about s.h.i.+ Xingruis personal correspondence could be found, they paid special visits to s.h.i.+ Xingruis high school and junior high school cla.s.smates to inquire about it.

Based on the cla.s.smates vague memories, the investigation team concluded that while s.h.i.+ Xingrui often received and sent letters during his school years, they were all from newspapers and magazinesno one had ever seen him get any personal letters.

s.h.i.+ Jin put down the tablet and collapsed on the sofa.

Still nothing.

The investigation team had made great efforts, collecting every piece of writing s.h.i.+ Xingrui had ever published, attempting to restore the correspondence records based on that. They partially succeeded, but it wasnt enoughhe needed more detailed information to find clues.

Should he continue to wait and see what else the investigators managed to ferret out?

He raised the tablet again, looked at the last page of the doc.u.ment, then stared blankly into s.p.a.ce.

Even if he waited, this would probably be all he got. s.h.i.+ Xingrui was too careful; s.h.i.+ Jin wasnt willing to bet that the man had missed anything that might be a clue.

The best course of action was to go over the data available to him with a fine-tooth comb, and try to extract useful information.

He refocused his gaze and read over the file page by page once again.

If s.h.i.+ Xingruis white moonlight was a living person, if they really existed and had really contacted s.h.i.+ Xingrui by letters, it would have left some traces for sure. s.h.i.+ Xingrui wasnt born into a rich family and as such, his circle of childhood acquaintances wasnt large. There was pretty much no way he could get a pen pal other than through the newspapers.

There must be something related to that person in the data.

Were they s.h.i.+ Xingruis fan? Perhaps they liked his articles so they wrote him a letter, or something like that?

However, s.h.i.+ Jin recalled the last page of the data and dismissed the speculation with a shake of his headif it was a fans letter, s.h.i.+ Xingruis cla.s.smates should have heard about it. Besides, s.h.i.+ Xingrui had never disclosed his address in a newspaper, so it wasnt as if any fan could have sent him a letter in the first place.

Maybe it was one of s.h.i.+ Xingruis schoolmates, one of those the investigators didnt interview? They admired s.h.i.+ Xingruis talent so they wrote an anonymous love letter, sparking s.h.i.+ Xingruis feelings?

But that didnt seem right eithera schoolmate could just sneak the letter into s.h.i.+ Xingruis desk, they wouldnt need to send it by post. However, with so many students at school, something like that wouldnt have remained a secret and before long, rumors would be flying.

There were no loose ends to grasp, none at all.

s.h.i.+ Jin frowned, his fingers unconsciously swiping over the tablet screen until Jian Chenghuas photo appeared again. An instinct gave him pause, his attention refocusing back on this person.

Jian Chenghua, the only person in this information likely to have some special connection with s.h.i.+ Xingrui, was fat, old enough to be s.h.i.+ Xingruis father, and didnt bear even a bit of resemblance to s.h.i.+ Jin. However, as the editor-in-chief, he had access to all submissions sent to the munic.i.p.al newspaper; if he used the replies the newspaper sent as a pretense to write to s.h.i.+ Xingrui, it would have gone unnoticed.

While Jiang Chenghua was still working there, s.h.i.+ Xingrui continued to submit excellent articles and pieces of writing to the munic.i.p.al newspaper. He continued to do so even after being admitted to school in the provincial capital and having his articles begin to be published in nationwide journals and magazines. By then, hed gained enough of a reputation that it was, in fact, not suitable for him to write things meant for primary and middle school students.

It was really, really strange. s.h.i.+ Xingrui wasnt a nostalgic person; after sailing out into the wide seas, he had no reason not to abandon this small pond as soon as it was no longer of any use to him.

In light of that, there must be something to Jian Chenghua after all.

s.h.i.+ Jin sat up. After thinking for a moment, he headed to Lian Juns studywith a lack of other leads, any piece of information that made him think twice was worth digging into.

Lian Jun was approving doc.u.ments. After hearing s.h.i.+ Jin out, he took a look at Jian Chenghuas picture on the tablet and said, You can ask Gua Nine to investigate ithe can apply to log into the official system and check some basic information. This Jian Chenghua is just an ordinary person, it should be easy to check his background.

Pleasantly surprised, s.h.i.+ Jin thanked him with a kiss, took his tablet, and went to find Gua Nine.

It was indeed easy to check Jian Chenghuas life historyit only took Gua Nine one morning. He brought his laptop to Lian Juns study to show the results of his investigation to s.h.i.+ Jin, but for some reason, his expression was noticeably strange.

s.h.i.+ Jins heart beat faster, in both antic.i.p.ation and worry. Have you found something? he asked.

Yes, I have Gue Nine trailed off, looking like he didnt know how to continue. He stepped forward, put the laptop on the desk, and unlocked it. See for yourselves.

The screen lit up, and an old photo appeared, of a teenager. He was fat and pale, but the warm smile on his face made him look cute and kind. When the photo was taken, he was sitting in a hospital bed, looking towards the camera and making the V sign.

Xiao Si cried out.

Lian Jun frowned and instinctively looked at s.h.i.+ Jin.

s.h.i.+ Jin, in turn, was staring at the photo, struck dumb with shock.

When he first transmigrated, the body of the original s.h.i.+ Jin was very fat, and although he didnt remain fat for long, he remembered quite well how he looked back then. If not for the fact that it was clear this photo had been taken long ago, he wouldve suspected the person in the picture was the still fat s.h.i.+ Jin.

Who is he? he asked in a hoa.r.s.e voice, his heart pounding and his pulse thumping in his ears. At last, he felt the faint touch of the truth brus.h.i.+ng his fingertips.

Its Jian Chenghuas son, Jian Jinwen. He died of cancer, Gua Nine replied. He tapped the keyboard and continued, This is a picture taken a month before his death.

Another photo appeared. The teenager in the previous picture became a young man, but he looked quite ill: his skin took on a sickly pallor and his lips had turned blue. Despite this, the warm, gentle expression didnt disappear from his face. He wore a hat on his head and held a magazine in his hand, smiling happily at the camera.

Apart from the complexion and age, the person in the picture was nearly indistinguishable from s.h.i.+ Jin. The only difference between them was that the man lacked the small mole on s.h.i.+ Jins nose.

Lian Jun stared at the photo in a daze. Looking at that face, identical to s.h.i.+ Jins yet sallow and emaciated, for a moment he was caught in an illusion that he was looking at a s.h.i.+ Jin who didnt have long left in the world. Before he could think, he slammed down the lid of the laptop and slid out from behind his desk to grab the teenagers hand.

s.h.i.+ Jin was surprised by the sudden series of actions, but it didnt take long for him to react and return his lovers hold. Forcing down the shock and other feelings rocking his heart, he soothed, Its all right, thats not me, you know Im perfectly healthy, thats not me.

I know. Lian Jun felt the warmth of s.h.i.+ Jins hand in his, and the frantic beating of his heart slowed down. Tightening his grip, he said, Im sorry, I overreacted Gua Nine, bring the computer over here.

Gua Nine glanced at his boss, worry evident in his gaze, but moved the laptop to the other side of the desk without protest.

After reopening the lid, s.h.i.+ Jin hastily scrolled down, skipping over Jian Jinwens pictures until he reached the part of the file that held information.