Editor: Elanor
They were going to dig a hole and put La Tie in.
This kind of work would have been done by La Tie before, but since he died and Xia Tian was still injured, the doctor had to do it. Who told him to kill the least amount of people?
Xia Tian stood for a while, then turned to examine the corpse. His battle vision had always been first-rate, and he knew what had happened with one sweep of the battle scene.
He said to Bai Jingan, “Thank you.”
Bai Jingan nodded and said, “Thanks to you too.”
They stopped talking, and Xia Tian went to the bushes, picked up the lost wreath which was still fresh and undamaged in any way.
He took the wreath and carefully sat down on the ground and Bai Jingan gave him a hand. As a tactical planner, he must be vigilant at all times, but if he knew anything about the Killing Show, then it was that at this time it was absolutely safe. The organizers wouldn’t let them die until this dramatic funeral was over.
Bai Jingan took the medical kit and said to Xia Tian, “Take off your clothes.”
Xia Tian took off his shirt. Bai Jingan went over to check and found that most of the bleeding had stopped, but the old wound in the lower abdomen had split open and the blood kept seeping out.
“It needs to be stitched up.” He said.
Xia Tian picked up the sewing kit and handed it to him with a nonchalant expression. Bai Jingan said, “We still have some anesthetic.”
Xia Tian fiddled with the wreath in his hand and said, “When I came to the Upper City, the situation was very ugly. I once told people that I would make a name for myself but no one believed it. Only my youngest sister believed it. She was not yet six years old, and she believed everything I said. When I had said that I would weave a wreath and put it on her head, she was so happy that she talked about it every day.”
His voice was very soft because he didn’t want it to be captured by the radio as this was a private conversation.
So Bai Jingan tried to look like he wasn’t talking. He took a stone and bent the needle with its help . He tossed him half a bottle of wine from his backpack and said, “There’s not enough anesthetic.”
Xia Tian poured in a mouthful of wine; it was a strong wine that wasn’t available in the Middle Ages. The way he drank looked like he was accustomed to this type of surgery.
“The day before the players draw, I received a call from her,” he said, “She said that her mother was dead, beaten to death by a client. She didn’t believe us when we all said he would kill her sooner or later.”
Even as Bai Jingan’s needle pierced his skin, his breath didn’t tighten up for a moment.
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Bai Jingan suddenly realized that he had seen Xia Tian answer that call. It was during a training session. There was no picture when the call was received, only voice.
Xia Tian was sitting in the corner of the training room with his head leaning against the wall, as if wanting to draw a little warmth and security from the wall, looking very tired.
His voice was gentle and serious, full of comfort with a soothing tone, but his hand was fiddling with a knife. When the blade cut the fingertips, he stared at the crimson blood, his face gloomy and cold.
Bai Jingan had never seen him like this before, and even when the situation was at its worst, he could quickly decide what to do next. He was a madman, and he never minded getting a little crazier.
Now he knew why he was like that. He had made a promise that he couldn’t keep. He had bluffed and promised a child that he could solve everything, but he didn’t have any cards in his hand.
But he still calmly reassured the frightened little girl, as if he hadn’t doubted for a second that he would be spared and that they would all live happily ever after.
Bai Jingan felt a choking in his chest. How in the world could there be such a torturous conversation. It was such an unbearable dilemma.
“She really believes in wreaths, the sunshine, that things would get better, and the big house in the Upper City,” Xia Tian said, “I always thought she had a problem with her mind, that kind of hope… was terrible and ridiculous. You couldn’t do that or you would die a horrible death.”
Xia Tian lowered his head. His hair was scattered a little. The sky was getting darker and darker so Bai Jingan couldn’t see his expression clearly.
“In this world, you can count on nothing and expect nothing,” he said in a muffled voice.
His look made Bai Jingan want to persuade him and say something, like things weren’t so bad and everything would be fine, but he couldn’t say anything.
Because Xia Tian was right, this was a sad and cruel world. Although sometimes you had to hold on to something to keep yourself from slipping into the abyss, everything you saw was fragile and breakable.
So in the end Bai Jingan just cut the stitches, tied the bandage, thought for a moment, and patted Xia Tian on the shoulder.
The doctor dug the hole and they put the body in. Then they stood there wondering whether to say something. They had to say something at the funeral because it was going to be on TV.
The doctor glanced at Bai Jingan. The tactical planner had no intention to say anything—they usually conducted the funeral—he stared at his toes, as if there was something particularly worth seeing.
The suffocating silence lasted a dozen seconds. He decided to fill in the blanks, so he stammered, “I… I’ll sing a song.”
Then he began to sing.
It was an episode in “Children of Darkness”, a TV series he had been following. He sang the tune that was played when the actor went to save one of his ends. In the end, only the corpse was recovered. There was no possibility of success in this rescue from start to finish. He had known it, but he went anyway.
The tune wasn’t well-known, but the first time he listened to it, he was moved by the gentle desperation. Now, when someone died, he thought of this song.
The doctor sang, “On a warm spring morning, she kissed him and took him away. He lay on earth’s bosom, and the trees rustled like a child returning home. On a clear summer night, she kissed him and took him away…”
The lyrics covered all seasons—spring, summer, autumn and winter. The song had a monotonous antiquity. He wasn’t sure whether La Tie would like it, but the solemn scene of everyone standing in front of his tomb singing should satisfy him.
He was a little worried about being laughed at before he began singing, but now obviously no one had thoughts of laughing.
They filled in the dirt, and the doctor said to Xia Tian, “Do you want to say something? He liked you very much.”
“He liked everyone,” Xia Tian said.
“Say something,” the doctor said, “Just… just say a little bit, you can’t just say nothing.”
Xia Tian gave him a gloomy look, then turned to look at this lonely tomb, which had to rely on online polls to make sure it could be kept.
“Okay,” Xia Tian said, “Buried here is La Tie. He was born in the District T15 of the Lower City. I don’t know who his parents are and whether he loved anyone. I guess no one knows and no one cares. This kind of person is an appetizer on the Killing Show. His life was shitty and cheap.”
The doctor coughed, feeling that his words were inappropriate, but couldn’t bring the courage to interrupt.
Bai Jingan just stared at the newly turned soil without saying a word.
“I didn’t like him and I guess no one did,” Xia Tian continued, “He was broken, and he was used and hurt all his life, but he still didn’t give up. He kept longing for something important and meaningful… Generally that’s how fools died.
“But to be precise, he died to save me, even though I didn’t deserve it. There are things in the world that are worth dying for, and a good meal is almost worth it, but I definitely don’t count. The God of War prayer doesn’t count either.”
Xia Tian bent down and put the still fresh wreath from the grass on La Tie’s grave. There was some blood on it, but he was dead, so he wouldn’t mind.
The doctor said, “I hope they will still let him be buried here after hearing your eulogy.”
“He’s dead; he won’t pick and choose.” Xia Tian said.
The doctor swallowed the words on his tip of lips and looked at Bai Jingan again, hoping that he could also say something. But their tactical planner focused on the new dirt on the grave. Noticing his gaze, he raised his head and said, “Is it done?”
“Yeah,” the doctor said dryly. Bai Jingan stood up, indicating that the matter was over. After all, he had a knack for making everything boring.
“Um… shall we find another place to hide?” The doctor asked.
“It’s not a good idea to hide.” Bai Jingan said.
He looked up at the owl. After such a tragedy, it hadn’t flown away. It was perched in the trees watching the remnants of the team and their silent funeral.
“What’s wrong?” Xia Tian said.
“They like you,” Bai Jingan said.
Xia Tian was stunned. Bai Jingan turned and left, thinking to himself, they wanted to see him, and keep bringing the fight to him, so he had to adjust the plan.
Xia Tian glanced at the owl, his face cold. He turned around and left.
He took two steps, suddenly turned his head, and blew a murderous kiss at the owl.
Bai Jingan really wanted to pounce on him, grab his hand and pull it down, pulling away from the sight of the robot bird.
He could almost hear the cheers of the planning team on the other side of the camera.
The chief director of the 199th Killing Show was called Jakowski—he was not originally called that, but he wanted to be a little exotic.
His hair was dyed yellow; he always had an artist-like neurotic temperament. He drank a lot of alcohol every day. Most of the time he found the job crushing, and the alcohol made everything better.
The occasional sobriety was creepy, and he used more alcohol to solve it.
He was very rich, but the TV station held his lifetime contract. Now was not an era when you could make enough money to get away. The company had to protect its investment.
He followed the largest piece of the group of screens in front of him that was cut in the Wreath Cemetery—the name they just came up with. La Tie’s body sunk in the soil, full of blood, and an iron sword almost split him in half.
Another desperate person, chasing the wrong light came here where there was money, promises, and comfort, and then he died in this huge, bloody, corpse-filled net.
Xia Tian’s three-person team was passing through a sparsely wooded area and their expressions could be clearly seen in a few small screens, especially Xia Tian’s expression.
Their golden boy had changed his clothes and didn’t look particularly distressed. Jakowski decided to switch to a background view with sad music—a slow version of the song “She Kissed Him”. Since it was just after the funeral, the scene should be a bit sad, and after a series of battles, there was also a need to slow down the tempo.
The start of legend (´；ω；｀)
Yes!
Wow. This story leaves me speechless every single chapter…
Thank you for translating! (Also, I like your profile picture PiaPia)
Thank you for reading. Hehe, I also like it very much. And your pp is also super cool!
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Jesus christ what’s wrong with me 😭, i read it as peepee
Now I think about it, people normally say pfp huh. Hahaha
Thank you for the chapter 😊
I do wonder though..how do you blow a murmurous kiss (￣□￣;)?
That’s sad, especially Xia Tian’s eulogy.
Thanks for the chapter 🥰
Thanks for the chapter. Xia’s Tians speech almost made me cry, Don’t know why.