CH 3

Those who have experienced life-and-death situations tend to develop extreme thinking.

Be fearless and experience the real world!

Cherish your life and stay away from danger.

Yibei belongs to the latter group. He believes that if he is careful, he can live forever.

Running away from the café, Yibei stopped to take a rest after rushing past two or three streets.

“Tsk, there was obviously something wrong with that rabbit. Thank God, I ran fast.”

Yibei instinctively wanted to get away from that rabbit as quickly as possible, but he didn’t know why he walked towards Mr Rabbit involuntarily.

If it hadn’t been for his burning eye, he would’ve become that rabbit’s victim.

Legend has it. There is an exceptionally beautiful female salesman in the city, but nobody can remember her features. She will stop the pedestrians and give them a price list. Once a person gets the list, something terrible will happen—their wallets will be empty! Those who read the list will unconsciously spend until they have nothing left, including their bank accounts.

Yibei felt that if he had accepted that rabbit’s leaflet, something similar would have happened.

His brain finally processed the incident and found that his hands and feet were freezing, along with the tears running down his face.

Although his dead father left him a fortune so he wouldn’t have to worry about anything, nothing could’ve prepared him for that.

Feeling that he had escaped with his life, his steps became a lot lighter, and within a few minutes, he found himself back at his residence at the edge of the university town.

Stopping in front of his door, he took out his key and opened the door.

“I’m back…”

Nobody responded.

Of course, nobody did! If somebody had responded, he would’ve run out in an instant!

While making fun of himself, he hopped into a pair of slippers and turned on the light.

The light illuminated the dark room instantly—a popular loft apartment, less than 40 square metres, but divided into two duplex floors. The lower floor is the living area, and the upper floor is the bedroom and bathroom.

Exposed brick walls, metal pipes, walnut tables and chairs, old leather lockers, unique ironwork, typical, generic decorations… The room was simple.

He turned around and locked the door, then walked straight to the corner of the living room, where a statue of Acala, the Immovable, was placed.

This statue was given to him by his father’s close friend, Shui.

Shui wasn’t his real name; Bai was.

Shui would often show up at their house to eat and drink, steal his father’s clothes to wear, hide in the trunk, and take a shower with his father…

Wait a minute.

Lu Yibei thought they were in love. Besides, he has never seen his mother before, so he might be right.

As his father’s best friend, Shui took good care of Yibei after his father died in a car accident.

When Yibei submitted his university application, he moved to an apartment near the university town that his father had prepared for him long ago. As a gift, Shui sent him the statue.

Shui explained that the statue protects the house: “Aren’t there rumours on the internet that strange stuff is happening because of the Sun Decaying? Haha!”

Although the statue was hogging up space, he couldn’t refuse his kindness, so he accepted it reluctantly.

After sitting by the statue, Yibei took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. As the coat flew towards the sofa, a paper cube fell out.

He stepped forward to pick it up, and his pupils shrank in fear.

On the pitch-black paper were patterns of rabbits, teacups, and long dining tables piled up in bright yellow colour blocks.

“No…”

This was the leaflet that Mr Rabbit was distributing! And there was the text written on it too…

His eyes briefly swept over the text, and his eyes burned faintly.

Sensing something was wrong, he immediately looked away and crumpled the leaflet into a ball.

Like a rabbit, the paper ball bounced on the ground before rolling into a corner.

In the shadows of the corners of his loft, the curled yellow lines seemed to flow with magic, tempting people to read the text.

‘Damn it, did that rabbit really slip the leaflet into my pocket, or did he… use some strange way to put it in there?’

His back felt cold.

He can’t just throw it out; he can’t doom someone else to read it.

Besides, what’s to say that the leaflet won’t come back to him?