Those Years When the Son of Destiny Was Severely Scammed [Quick Transmigration] CHAPTER 43

Chapter 43: The Aloof God Is Unattainable (18)

Before nine o’clock, Huo Xian saw the couple’s car outside the residential complex; only Mr. Zhang, the husband, was in the driver’s seat.

He adjusted his hood and pulled up his mask, communicating with Huo Yuan in his mind, “[Huo Yuan, he’s here.]”

“[Received!]” Huo Yuan responded enthusiastically. This was the first time Huo Xian had proactively asked him for help using points (excluding the conscious body incident), so he had to do it perfectly!

What Huo Xian asked Huo Yuan to do might be difficult for ordinary people in this world, but it was simple for Huo Yuan—he needed Huo Yuan to use light refraction to achieve an “invisibility” effect, appearing before Mr. Zhang in an unscientific way.

Zhang Pingfan was very irritated, or rather, furious. He and Lin Xiaomei had been together for twelve years, from dating to marriage. He thought their life would be simple and fulfilling after having another child. But what happened? Lin Xiaomei had fallen for someone else—a woman!

He didn’t understand. How could a woman who had been with a man for more than ten years suddenly fall in love with someone of the same gender? Was Lin Xiaomei perverted, or was the woman who seduced her perverted?

Forget it, he wouldn’t pursue it for now. Dr. He guaranteed that he would cure Lin Xiaomei…

Suddenly, he saw a dark figure in his peripheral vision in front of the car. He slammed on the brakes. When he looked again, the figure was gone. Was it a hallucination?

“Knock knock—” The car window was suddenly knocked on, startling him. When he saw the person outside—their face hidden under a large black hood, like the Grim Reaper—his heart almost stopped.

Zhang Pingfan sat frozen in the driver’s seat, cold sweat quickly beading on his forehead.

“[Huo Xian, you guessed right. Lin Xiaomei was drugged and is unconscious!]” Huo Yuan quickly detected and informed Huo Xian.

The coldness in Huo Xian’s eyes, hidden under his hood, intensified. He raised his hand, and his almost translucent knuckles knocked twice more on the window.

Zhang Pingfan knew rationally that it was impossible to see ghosts in broad daylight, but he couldn’t help the fear and trembling in his heart. After much hesitation, he finally rolled down the window a crack. The next moment, he didn’t even see how the person/ā€œGrim Reaperā€ outside acted. A black object hit his forehead, causing him to scream and cover his head. Only when he saw it was a memory card on his lap did he realize what happened. His first reaction was to throw it away, but upon picking it up, he noticed a note on the back.

The note said: Watch it. Otherwise, bad luck will follow you forever.

Zhang Pingfan’s scalp prickled. The memory card felt like a bomb. Wait, the memory card was given to him by the ā€œpersonā€ who knocked on his window. He just needed to ask… but there was no one outside the window.

“[Huo Xian, I think those 150 points were wasted.]” After walking some distance, Huo Yuan spoke.

Huo Xian raised an eyebrow, “[Wasted how?]”

“[Your goal was to have Zhang Pingfan watch the video, you could have just stopped him and showed it to him. Why did you have to dress up as a ghost to scare him?]” Huo Yuan didn’t understand, feeling it was a waste.

Huo Xian smiled and asked, “[Do you think Zhang Pingfan would have patiently listened to me?]”

Huo Yuan immediately replied, “[You could have beaten him up first, then played the video.]”

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Huo Xian asked softly, “[…Want to write a self-criticism with me?]”

Huo Yuan: “[…]”

Dressing up as a ghost might have been unnecessary, but many Chinese people have superstitions. Seeing the prayer beads and jade Guanyin around Zhang Pingfan’s neck, Huo Xian could basically determine that he was a Buddhist and businessmen generally believe in similar things, so instead of spending time persuading him, a strong approach was better.

As he expected, after a struggle, Zhang Pingfan reluctantly inserted the memory card into his laptop. The images on the screen made him forget his fear of the “Grim Reaper,” because compared to the “Grim Reaper,” Dr. He and his two assistants were the real devils.

…

The next morning.

As soon as Huo Xian woke up, Huo Yuan excitedly went online to tell him what had happened the previous night—He Yunjia, Chen Rong, and Yang Hao were all arrested.

The police were a bit late, not due to negligence, but because they first investigated and gathered evidence from the victims. They only arrested them after sufficient evidence was collected.

“[When the police arrived, He Yunjia was watching his videos in his home theater, doing shameful things. He didn’t expect to be caught, so the video recordings became evidence of his crimes. He couldn’t even deny it.]” Huo Yuan admired the police’s decisiveness and efficiency, and the satisfaction of seeing He Yunjia arrested.

Despite this, Huo Xian wasn’t particularly happy.

He Yunjia had been a psychologist for ten years, with an average of 2-3 “patients” a year. Over ten years, dozens of people had suffered severe physical and psychological trauma. The damage had been done and was etched in the victims’ hearts.

Huo Xian didn’t know about the other victims, but in the original owner’s memory, it was a terrible experience. Ironically, in the recordings Huo Yuan found, He Yunjia used his hypnosis skills to erase the victims’ painful memories, ensuring they wouldn’t remember the past, scheduling “re-checks” at regular intervals.

The delay in the police’s arrival was also because the victims hadn’t realized they were victims.

“[Huo Yuan],” Huo Xian called.

“[Yes?]” Huo Yuan responded.

Huo Xian said, “[Send the video to Lin Xiaomei.]” He paused, adding, “[Don’t follow up after you send it.]”

“[Huh? You’re not going to follow up?]” Huo Yuan asked.

“[Yes, they’re unrelated people. Sending her the video is just a warning… but she should be on high alert after Zhang Pingfan drugged her.]” As Huo Xian went to the kitchen, he saw a book on the coffee table in the living room.

“A History, Experience, and Theory of Homosexual Studies”

Huo Xian: “…”

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Whose book it was and why it was there was self-evident.

Since their visit to his maternal grandparents, Huo Xian’s father had subtly hinted, and several books about homosexuality appeared at home. His father was secretly reading them a few days ago, but now it was blatant, as if he was trying to let Huo Xian know. Huo Xian found it both funny and absurd.

Huo Xian picked up the book and flipped through a couple of pages. Huo Xian’s father “happened” to come out of the bathroom. He was momentarily startled when he saw Huo Xian, then coughed to remind him of his presence.

Huo Xian wanted to facepalm and remind him that his acting was terrible.

“Dad, this one isn’t interesting. Can I recommend a couple of others?” Huo Xian asked.

At his words, Huo Xian’s father’s eyes widened. “You’ll recommend them? Do you know what kind of book this is?”

Huo Xian tapped the cover with his finger, “It says it right there.” He paused, then looked at him with an ambiguous expression, “Dad, are you reading this book… to do something wrong to Mom?”

Huo Xian’s father almost choked on his saliva, his face turning red, his hair practically standing on end as he pointed at Huo Xian, shouting, “Nonsense! Your mother knows I’m reading these books!”

“Then why are you reading books about homosexuality? You’ve never shown this interest before,” Huo Xian questioned.

Huo Xian’s father was speechless. Why was he reading books about homosexuality? Wasn’t it because he was worried his son would go astray? But he didn’t know how to say that. He couldn’t tell Huo Xian, “You’re not allowed to be gay,” and expect him to marry a girl and have children.

Huo Xian stopped there, putting the book back on the coffee table, helplessly saying, “Dad, I think you’re overthinking. Firstly, I’m only 16, and I haven’t thought about dating yet. Secondly, your overprotective attitude will only make me rebellious. If I develop feelings for a boy in the future, you’ll be to blame.”

“…”How did I become the culprit?ā€ Huo Xian’s father frowned, feeling a little uneasy. Then he remembered something and asked vigilantly, ā€œHave you also read these kinds of books?ā€

“Yes, I skimmed through a few online,” Huo Xian didn’t hide it. Before his father could raise his hair again, he explained, “This is the first time a boy has confessed to me, and I’m curious about his psychology, so I looked up a few books.”

Huo Xian’s father: “…” That seems in line with Huo Xian’s personality.

“Anyway, Dad, I don’t have any feelings for any particular gender right now, so don’t be so nervous. And let’s let the chips fall where they may. If I really like men in the future, you can’t force me to change. The books say these things are innate… If you’re worried I might go down the wrong path, why don’t you and Mom have another child while you’re still young?” Huo Xian either didn’t speak, or when he did, he could shock people to death.

Huo Xian’s father watched as Huo Xian went into the kitchen, remaining bewildered for a long time.

Until Huo Xian called from the kitchen, “Dad, do you want dumplings or noodles for lunch?”

“…Noodles,” Huo Xian’s father replied dazedly.

“Okay,” Huo Xian replied.

Usually, Huo Xian’s mother cooked. Today, she was out with her old classmates, leaving only the father and son. Huo Xian originally planned to stir-fry a couple of dishes and cook some rice, but seeing the braised beef and beef stew on the table, he changed his mind. The simpler, the better.

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He deveined the shrimp, boiled water, and blanched the shrimp. He boiled another pot of water with noodles, and blanched the tripe, lettuce, fish balls, and quail eggs; he arranged the noodles, added the beef stew, poured in hot water, added the noodles, arranged the ingredients, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and two bowls of delicious noodles were ready.

“[Huo Xian, I want to try it too.]” Huo Yuan suddenly became curious about human food.

Huo Xian paused, “[Can you share my sense of taste?]”

“[Yes, but it’ll cost points.]” Huo Yuan’s tone was calm, but Huo Xian could hear the anticipation.

Thinking of those “wasted” 150 points, Huo Xian sighed softly, “[Can you keep it within 550 points? No, should it be within 183?]” Now that Huo Yuan’s point deduction mechanism was triple, it was really troublesome.

“[Yes, yes, yes! Sharing taste is just like ‘invisibility’, only 50 points, 150 points for an hour!]” Huo Yuan hurriedly replied.

“[Approved.]” 150 points was still a lot, but it was much better than the previous 100×3, and this was the first time Huo Yuan had been so eager about something.

“[Yay, Huo Xian, thank you!]”

Huo Yuan excitedly shared Huo Xian’s sense of taste. Huo Xian’s father’s eyelids twitched when he saw the large bowls. When he saw the ingredients in the noodles, he was surprised.

Huo Xian’s noodles had many ingredients, but they were beautifully arranged and generous. The beef stew was something they had eaten for more than ten years, rich and fragrant, and it tasted really good.

Even so, Huo Xian’s father still felt complicated. He thought: It’s not strange that my son’s appetite is so big at his age, but he’s 40-something, maybe my son thinks too highly of me.

But since it was his son’s intention, it was a sweet burden. He might as well eat it.

Huo Xian didn’t know his father was thinking so much while eating. His mind was filled with Huo Yuan’s happy voice, “[Delicious, the beef is so good! Huo Xian, I want to eat a fish ball…]”

Huo Xian picked up a fish ball. It was handmade, tender, smooth, and chewy.

Huo Yuan continued to happily bubble, “[It’s a little less flavorful than the beef, but it’s light and refreshing, and delicious!]”

“[Try the tripe.]” Huo Xian picked up a piece of tripe and took a bite.

“[Mmm…soft, full of broth, delicious!]” Huo Yuan commented.

After trying everything, Huo Yuan even gave high praise to the noodles, which were not particularly flavorful, liking them very much. He regretted not having Huo Xian share his sense of taste when he wasn’t being restricted by points.

Feeling like he missed out on a billion dollars. QAQ

 

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