On this night, just like the previous two nights, Su Kun went to bed very late.

He stubbornly stayed in the living room, enjoying the cool air from the air conditioners in the rooms on both sides, and had Geng Zimo accompany him to watch a football match for a while. They also chatted a bit about the demolition and relocation.

In order to ensure everyone was well-informed, the Demolition and Relocation Office specifically distributed printed notices to every household in the old district, providing more than enough information. The relevant matters were also published online. The two sheets of paper Su Kun took out from the mailbox at the door of the old house today were the notices.

After briefly looking through it, Geng Zimo also scanned the relocation transition compensation and resettlement terms on Su Kun's computer, and said, "The demolition of your area is quite fair, not the best but better than the worst."

In the past ten years or so, there have been quite a few old districts demolished and relocated around Li City. Because the use of the land after demolition was different, the resettlement conditions and compensation were not exactly the same.

A few suffered losses, with the compensation not even enough to buy a resettlement house with a normal area, and they had to pay a lot more. A very few small districts, however, made quite a bit of money.

They had heard about the old district of Xinghuawu on the south side of Li City, which was demolished in a hurry due to the expansion of a large company. They exchanged new houses for old ones based on the area, and also gave additional compensation. Many people whose economic conditions were a bit tight before the relocation suddenly had two houses and hundreds of thousands of yuan in compensation in their hands, becoming much more well-off.

Of course, Su Kun's old district didn't have such good luck, but the compensation was enough to get a new house.

This afternoon, he had discussed with Aunt Zhang, Yingzi and others for quite a while, and their opinions and ideas were basically the same.

They definitely wouldn't be the first to sign the agreement, but also wouldn't stubbornly refuse to sign. After all, they actually agreed with this matter in their hearts. Moreover, in the old districts demolished in Li City in the past ten years or so, except for the few examples mentioned earlier, the conditions for most were stable within a certain range. Even if they dragged it out to the end, the conditions wouldn't improve much.

Originally, Su Kun didn't expect to completely turn his life around through the demolition and relocation. For him, exchanging that old house that he could only watch others live in for a new house that he could live in himself, without having to pay rent every month, was satisfying enough.

What made him most satisfied was that the resettlement housing for their old district was located near S University. With this, he naturally excluded the other commercial areas he had previously selected for starting his business, and planned to set up camp on the street in front of S University.

Thinking about this, Su Kun suddenly felt that the future was very bright. He leaned against the sofa, shook his feet that were drying on the coffee table, raised his chin smugly and said to Geng Zimo, "I can finally get rid of you, this damaging friend, and this small, broken building with a gloomy alley. I'm going to live in a bigger house! No rent! ~~ Several rooms! ~~"

Geng Zimo stretched his long legs, straddled over him, and walked towards his own bedroom without looking back. Before going to sleep, he couldn't help but ask sarcastically, "What do you need so many rooms for? One for your head, one for your hands, one for your feet, and your body in the living room?"

Su Kun subconsciously imagined the scene described in his words, then looked at him in horror, "...!!!" Σ(っ °Д °;)っ

QAQ Damn, don't you know I'm timid?!!

Accurately understanding his emotions, Geng Zimo satisfactorily closed the bedroom door and went to sleep.

Su Kun sat on the sofa alone, stiffly looking around -

The kitchen and bathroom were pitch black, always making people feel there were shadowy figures; Geng Zimo's closed door was hidden in the shadows, with a few footsteps, then quickly became silent; the football match on the TV had ended, and the lively atmosphere had completely dissipated; most of the other buildings outside the balcony were also dark, with only a few lonely lights shining in the night...

A bird in some tree downstairs let out a low "coo--", accompanied by two barks, instantly bringing Su Kun back to his senses. He leaped up from the sofa, turned off the TV and the ceiling light in the living room, and rolled into the bedroom in a flash, kicking the door with his foot to shut out the darkness outside. But the next second, he was stunned.

Fu-- damn! I forgot the things in the room are even more deadly!

He stared at the seemingly quiet coffin with a stiff face, his lips moving silently a few times. The fearful feeling wrapped in the dark atmosphere outside was caused by his own wild imagination, but the little ghost in the room was real, and this was the fundamental reason why he was reluctant to go to bed early... _(:з」∠)_

But you can't escape the inevitable. Besides, this non-human "brother" was deadly persistent, stubbornly sticking to him like a lingering ghost.

Su Kun moved to the bedside with heavy steps and a tragic face, glanced at the coffin, then carefully lay down. He quickly rolled to the side next to the wall, wrapped in the thin quilt he had taken out of the cabinet during the day, bundling himself up tightly from neck to feet, as if sleeping like this would prevent him from being gnawed by the ghost.

Although in the evening, he had splashed watermelon juice on the little ghost's body, or more precisely, it had passed right through the little ghost, and at dinner, he had eagerly presented it with a bowl of fermented bean curd mixed with porridge. But when it was really late at night, when everything was quiet and silent, and a man and a ghost were alone in the same room, when it was time to sleep, he wilted.

Just like when he was four or five years old, a little ball with round, big eyes, running around in the courtyard of the old house during the day, scurrying from the east room to the west room, rolling from upstairs to downstairs, like a cat that had gone wild, not feeling scared at all. But as soon as the sun went down, he became well-behaved, clutching the hem of his clothes like a little tail, following the adults closely, impossible to shake off, refusing to stay alone no matter what, nowhere was okay, even with the lights on, it was useless.

Curled up in the cocoon-like quilt, Su Kun tremblingly closed his eyes, couldn't hold on for a few seconds before abruptly opening them again, glancing at the coffin. Seeing it still motionless, he tried closing his eyes again, then opening them, repeating this over and over...

He originally thought he would be like the previous two days, enduring until two or three in the morning, then falling asleep restlessly when he couldn't hold on any longer. Who knew this night wouldn't be so hard to get through. Perhaps it was because he had already subconsciously felt that the little ghost's murderous intent towards him had faded quite a bit, at least not openly showing the disgust he had glimpsed before.

So, after only opening and closing his eyes four or five times, his consciousness began to feel distant and floating.

Ten minutes later, Su Kun's breathing became smooth and long, and his originally tense expression due to fear gradually relaxed in his sleep. His bangs were no longer damp from the shower, but dry and fluffy, parting to both sides and revealing his clean forehead.

The curtains in the room had never been drawn, and the dim moonlight outside cast a thin layer over him, softening the contours of his cheeks. His features were not particularly outstanding, but his brows and eyes were clear and clean, giving a very comfortable and approachable feeling.

It was under this moonlight that Gu Yan gently pushed open the coffin lid and drifted to Su Kun's side.

The more he looked, the less he could understand how confused his first self who broke free from the coffin must have been to mistake such a completely different person for that gloomy and narrow-minded fatuous emperor.

Examining Su Kun's features with his eyes closed, from his slightly upturned eyebrows, slender eye lines, to his rather high nose bridge and slightly fleshy lips, they were all very similar to that fatuous emperor. However, the impression of a person's appearance often relies on the features at first glance, and then is influenced by the aura emanating from their eyes, making them look more and more different from the first impression. After a long time, it is even difficult to accurately recall what he looked like at first glance.

Perhaps it was because Su Kun's personality traits were too prominent. After only two or three days of contact, Gu Yan's impression of him had already been overwritten by his various rich expressions. If previously, when Su Kun was quiet, Gu Yan could still see a trace of the fatuous emperor's shadow on his face, then now, even if he took off his emotionally obvious expressions during the day and lay on the bed with his eyes closed, Gu Yan could completely distinguish him from that fatuous emperor.

This feeling was very strange, as if a different soul was wrongly placed in the shell, and then lived out another way of life.

Speaking of souls...

Gu Yan's gaze moved down a few inches from Su Kun's face. The originally tightly wrapped quilt loosened after he fell asleep, revealing a section of his neck and the loose collar of his cotton home T-shirt. The red string hanging around his neck was slightly skewed, with the end hidden under the collar, slightly protruding, and rising and falling slightly with his chest as he breathed evenly.

Around it, from Su Kun's neck to his chest, there was a layer of black air, which was not very obvious under the cover of the night.

Seeing that Su Kun was sleeping soundly, Gu Yan floated forward a distance, then gently landed on the thin quilt, as if in a mud marsh, slowly sinking. Until his line of sight was level with Su Kun's chin, he carefully reached out, wanting to pick out the thing at the end of the red string, or pull Su Kun's collar down a little.

However, he had obviously been living an adult life for too many years and had forgotten that he was now a short-armed and short-legged little cub.

After General Gu's fingers flicked a couple of times, he stopped moving with a deadpan expression on his small face [...].

He... couldn't reach it =_=

After a moment of silence, digesting this fact, General Gu, with half of his body not sunk into Su Kun's body under the quilt, silently moved forward a little more and reached out his hand again.

This time he could reach it, but... he couldn't touch it!!

General Gu finally realized in hindsight that as his body shrank, or perhaps because he had been interacting with this not-so-smart person for two days and was somewhat influenced, he himself had become much more stupid, actually forgetting that he could only barely touch Su Kun's body, not including Su Kun's clothes and that red string.