My Life with Narration-Chapter 372 - 369: Are You a Cop?

The result of changing someone else’s fate through one’s own choices, this is indeed the first time experiencing such a direct feeling. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He just grabbed his phone, intending to contact Li Zijun and others, but the narrator immediately gave a warning, scaring him into quickly withdrawing his hand.

Back then, Li Zijun would have been severely injured on a mission due to his interruption, changing the outcome, but that was because he changed it through his own actions.

Now, he just wanted to call the police, and there was an immediate warning. Given the narrator’s nature, as soon as he made the call, the event would certainly occur, and he wouldn’t be able to change it, at most ending up in a car accident along with the other party.

It’s not that he lacks the ability, but he would absolutely not risk his life to rush in, and so the result was naturally set in stone.

Being able to decide a person’s life or death sounds exhilarating, but for an ordinary person, it’s quite heavy, even if the person in front of him is a murderer.

But deep down, after understanding the complete truth of the matter, he doesn’t actually think the person in front of him is a bad guy, at least he doesn’t dislike him.

If anyone else were to experience such a series of blows, and still repay grievance with virtue, they would truly be a saint.

And although the deceased is dead, was she really innocent?

No, she herself had behavioral issues. Not to mention her private life was a complete mess, she quickly divorced after her first marriage, giving people the impression of a marriage scam.

Even after marriage, she was promiscuous with others, even becoming pregnant with someone else’s child which she had her husband raise for four years, not to mention her affair became known throughout their hometown, upsetting her mother-in-law and eventually leading to the division of property, causing a perfectly good family to fall apart, and her squandering the child support her husband provided.

As a child, making her parents unable to hold their heads up in the village is unfilial. As a wife, committing adultery repeatedly, involving more than one person, is unfaithful. As a mother, not qualified, not only neglecting the child but also spending the child support originally meant for the child.

Can such a person be called good?

But did she break the law? No, people can only condemn her morally, and for those truly hurt, there’s nothing much they can do.

Such a person, with just a flick of his finger, could die tonight, and in an accidental manner at that, but he still gave up.

It’s not because he’s noble, but because of fear, unease, anxiety, and reluctance, all those emotions fused together.

Moreover, it’s already hinted that he would be in a car accident, how innocent would the driver be?

Encountering a murderer and choosing to call the police is his instinctive choice as an ordinary person, but preventing that outcome is also his moral conscience.

The moment he completely gave up contacting the police, the narrator sounded again.

[Zhang Heng, not bad-natured, honest and sincere, hardworking, after several days wandering, his mood has stabilized quite a bit, but he’s at a conflicting point, believing that being discovered is only a matter of time and inescapable, with thoughts of suicide and surrender alternating in his mind, he’s making a choice.

To strangers, he’s not dangerous; he’s just momentarily confused, not a terrorist.]

The narration in his head indicated Zhang Heng’s current state, and by this point, Su Qing somewhat understood what the narrator meant by entering the participation of consecutive events.

He needs to use his own choices to achieve a result he deems satisfactory.

As for what kind of result, that’s not important, in any case, it’s all his own decision.

He could call the police now and let him die in a car accident, or choose to pretend not to notice and walk away, but only by doing it would he know what would happen, or he could approach and talk, leading him to suicide or surrender, or even give him an idea to escape, revealing what he knows, letting him choose for himself, so many choices.

It’s like standing at a crossroads, but only one path can be chosen, and after choosing one path, the other paths disappear until the next crossroads where you choose again until reaching a certain result, this is the participation in consecutive events.

From the moment he agreed to Liu Shuzhu’s request, these choices had already laid before him, with no escaping, because no matter what he does, it’s a kind of choice.

Speaking at a higher level, it’s like the mysterious theory of causation.

Similar to a foreign movie called "Crisis Edge," in which the protagonist develops his brain through drugs, calculating countless possibilities, and using the butterfly effect, creates accidental deaths using a pen to achieve the desired result.

Whereas he uses narration as a variable to make choices, eliminating other possibilities to steer events in the direction he hopes for.

"Oh? Didn’t see you’re quite the artist!"

Saying this, the two glanced at the disheveled Zhang Heng, then silently walked past, and Zhang Heng, who was daydreaming, seemed to feel their gaze and turned his head slightly, glancing at the two with the corner of his eye.

Then, somewhat panicking, he turned his head, looking elsewhere.

The two slowly walked to a corner, where Su Qing suddenly stopped, then spoke: "Well, it’s not far from school now, so I’ll stop here. You go back on your own, be careful on your way."

With that, he turned to leave, but Liu Shuzhu looked bewildered: "Did something happen?"

"Uh... secret mission, oh come on, I’ll contact you when I have time!" With that, he put his hands on Liu Shuzhu’s back and pushed her away, then turned around and ran off without looking back.

Since he didn’t choose to call the police, and it was indicated that Zhang Heng posed no danger to strangers, he naturally needed to go and assess the possibilities.

As for the choice he most wanted at the moment, it was naturally for Zhang Heng to turn himself in, nothing else, after all, he couldn’t just let him perish directly.

If action is necessary, then naturally he can’t have a woman with him, the more people the more possibilities, what if an accident happens?

Watching him run off without looking back, Liu Shuzhu was shocked but couldn’t help but feel helpless, stomping her foot before finally heading towards the school alone.

[The paranoid Zhang Heng at this moment is extremely sensitive to strangers’ gazes, your attention just now made him choose to leave. Turn left one hundred meters ahead!]

Soon, Su Qing found Zhang Heng again through the narration, but this time he remained at a safe distance, not approaching.

Because his mind was also a mess, and without the ability to call the police, he could only follow from a distance, continuing like this for an hour.

At 10 p.m., a dejected figure wandered the streets like a street beggar, trailed by a distant shadow.

He found that Zhang Heng seemed to have no goal, just going wherever, until he stopped by a convenience store, bought cigarettes, liquor, fast food, then headed straight for a nearby railway bridge.

[Crushed by pressure, Zhang Heng is thoroughly disillusioned with life, his will to live weakening, at exactly midnight he will leap down, ending his short and tragic life.]

Hearing this, Su Qing knew he had to do something, or it would be over.

Zhang Heng reached the middle of the railway bridge, sat by the side, and began to consume what he bought at the store, taking a sip of smoke with each sip of alcohol.

An hour later, Su Qing, carrying a plastic bag, walked nervously onto the bridge, yet when passing Zhang Heng, for some reason, he didn’t stop, maybe because he hadn’t made up his mind yet.

The two exchanged glances as they passed, Su Qing’s heart racing, palms sweating.

Although the narrator said Zhang Heng posed no danger to strangers, who wouldn’t be afraid of a murderer who’s even dismembered bodies?

After taking another four or five steps past him, Zhang Heng, who was sitting, suddenly spoke, sending shivers down his spine.

"Are you a cop?"

Zhang Heng’s voice was rough, deeper, perhaps due to the alcohol. It gave an impression of extreme instability.

The words left him frozen on the spot.

"I..."

Before he could finish, the seated Zhang Heng continued: "If not, then forget it, if you’re a cop, come over and have a drink."

[Under the heavy psychological pressure, Zhang Heng decided not to run anymore, leaving the call to the police. He will make a leap, potentially leaving unexpected gains!]

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