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Chapter 118 Super Spare Tire - Next Mission

Zhou Leng returned to the workshop. She clicked to complete the task. Han Hao's projection appeared not far away. He had a worried and sad face.

Zhou Leng asked casually: "What's wrong with you? Didn't I fulfill my wish as you asked? Why do you look so unhappy?"

Han Hao smiled, but with sadness in his eyes, he said, "She doesn't love me. She loves you who has become me. Same skin, different endings. Doesn't it mean that she doesn't love just my soul?"

Zhou Leng asked: "Do you know why she doesn't love you?"

"why?"

Zhou Leng replied: "Because you have no self, you don't love yourself, you don't cherish yourself, and you put yourself in a cheap and humble position. How can you let others look up to you? What is love? The premise of love is admiration. Is there anything about you that others admire? You love Shi Ying for her beauty, her free and easy style, and her scheming. Aren't you loving these things that you don't have? What qualities do you have that she admires? Does she admire your male gender?"

Han Hao was silent.

Zhou Leng said: "It's time for you to leave. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Maybe your love is so deep because you can't get it." After she said that, she waved and pressed the button to send the other person away.

Xiao Ding was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

Zhou Leng suddenly felt a little tired, so she floated to the bed and tried to close her eyes. She had walked many roads and erased many memories, but at this moment she still felt tired. She didn't know where this tiredness came from, so she could only slowly fall asleep.

After a long time, Zhou Leng finally opened her eyes, and what she saw was still the empty workroom. She floated to the screen to see her next task.

Client's name: Lv Xiaoqin

Client’s gender: Female.

Occupation before death: housewife.

Cause of death: suicide.

Age at death: forty-five.

The client’s wish: that her husband no longer loses his mind due to drug abuse, that he not be stigmatized, and that her son can live well.

Zhou Leng walked through the corridor, with the opponent's soul mark imprinted on his body.

Lv Xiaoqin's husband Song Junyang is a man with a heart of justice and passion for service. He joined the police force with great excitement. In the late 1990s, in order to infiltrate drug dealers, he took drugs many times and cracked down on several drug trafficking criminal gangs. He also held several red books in his hands, on which were written the four words "drug rehabilitation due to work".

Due to years of drug abuse and drug rehabilitation, Song Junyang's physical fitness declined and he suffered from depression. The team asked him to switch to pre-trial, but after years of running around outside, he had little in common with other colleagues in the police station, and gradually he became more taciturn.

At the age of 40, Song Junyang went through the retirement procedures. Because of his many outstanding achievements, the leaders of the bureau applied for special approval for his retirement at this age. Even so, his family was torn apart by his long-term absence and external pressure.

Lv Xiaoqin became mentally ill due to long-term concerns about her husband's safety, fear of retaliation from her and her son at home by enemies, and the pressure of neighbors misunderstanding that her husband was a gangster. Her son Song Wei also suffered from depression in such an environment.

When he reached middle age and retired at home, the once thrilling life was long gone, but the harm brought by that life continued. Two years after retirement, Song Junyang could not stand the erosion of drugs and he relapsed.

The former anti-drug police officer embarked on the road of drug trafficking, and was finally caught and sentenced. When he was released from prison, Lv Xiaoqin took Song Wei to commit suicide. After learning all this, Song Junyang also chose to end his life where his wife and children died.

After her death, Lu Xiaoqin regained consciousness. She wanted to exchange her soul for a life of peace for her two relatives.

Zhou Leng took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She seemed to be sitting alone beside the bed, with the sun shining on her. She thought carefully that it was about a month since her husband retired and came home. She was mentally ill, and her nine-year-old son had begun to suffer from severe depression. He forced himself to smile, but abused himself in the lonely night.

Zhou Leng got up and walked out of the bedroom. The house was relatively clean. Her son went to school and her husband should have gone out to buy groceries at this time. Only she, a mentally ill woman, was quietly basking in the sun at home. She sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and started playing Animal World.

Closing his eyes and sinking his mind, feeling the world where he couldn't practice at all, Zhou Leng calmly opened his eyes again.

Half an hour later, the door opened.

When Song Junyang came back from shopping and opened the door, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa watching TV. He was startled but his tone was normal when he asked:

"How do you feel today? What show did you watch?"

Zhou Leng tilted his head and smiled and replied:

"I watched Animal World. I haven't watched it for a long time. Today I suddenly wanted to watch it. What vegetables did you buy? I haven't cooked for you for a long time. Let me cook tonight."

Song Junyang was actually horrified. After all, his wife's condition had been getting worse since three years ago. She could only be awake for one or two days a month. When he was working, his mother helped take care of her. After he retired, his mother returned to her hometown in Northeast China. Now that his wife could suddenly communicate normally, he didn't feel happy at all, but only felt strange. But he still said obediently:

"Okay, I'll help you today. My son hasn't eaten the food you cooked for a long time."

It's rare for the couple to cook together like an ordinary family.

The primary school Song Wei attended was just opposite the community, so he went to and from school alone. It was not popular to pick up and drop off children at that time.

People-pleasing personality and depression do not seem to conflict.

Song Wei has been living with his mentally ill mother and his complaining grandmother for many years. He has been living cautiously. His father has always appeared in front of people as a gangster and a bad person, which has dealt him a fatal blow. Even though his father recently came home and said that he had to do so all these years, the damage has been done.

Song Wei lowered his head, slumped his shoulders and carried his schoolbag. All the boys of his age walked in groups of three or four, but he was the only one who seemed to want to hide in his own shadow.

Arriving at the familiar door of his home, he rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, then tried to put on a smile, took out the key and opened the door. What he saw was no longer the familiar quietness, but a somewhat unfamiliar warmth.

Zhou Leng ran over and hugged her adopted son. She patted his back with both hands and said, "My dear son, you are back? Today I cooked this dish for you. Come and have a taste."

Song Wei was a little at a loss.

After Zhou Leng pushed the door to confirm that it was closed, she let go of Song Wei and turned around and shouted, "Old Song, reheat the food quickly, our son is back."

"okay."

The family began to have dinner in a lively atmosphere. This scene was unfamiliar to the three of them. Zhou Leng was unfamiliar with the people he was getting along with, and the other two were unfamiliar with such a warm atmosphere.

After taking a bite of the dish, Song Wei said, "Mom, it's as delicious as the one you cooked for me before. Are you recovered?"

Zhou Leng nodded and said affirmatively: "Mom is fine now. Dad is back. It's all right now as long as Mom has figured it out."

Song Wei smiled from the bottom of his heart and ate mouthful by mouthful. He wanted to cry, but held back his tears because he was afraid that his crying would affect his mother's mood.

Song Junyang's eyes also turned red. Perhaps it was right for him to apply for retirement actively. Although he left the career he loved, his family was redeemed.

After dinner, Song Junyang went to wash the dishes, Zhou Leng sat on the sofa watching TV, and Song Wei went to the second bedroom to do homework. It was a rare quiet day in their home.