Arrange everything clearly for him!

This fellow deserves to die, but he needs to die logically, preferably in some kind of “accident.”

Zhao Dongchuan secretly pondered how to make the matter seamless, ideally without a trace of his involvement.

After a moment of contemplation, he quickly thought of a method that would both avenge the original owner's death and leave no hint of his own hand in the killing.

… … … …

Him committing murder? Not to that extent, not to that extent! He isn't that kind of person! He wouldn't dirty his hands for someone like that; he could let Li Zhou go very cleanly!

Zhao Dongchuan, hidden under the covers, chuckled.

Originally, he wanted to physically eliminate Li Zhou, but he ultimately abandoned that plan. A child of a prominent family dying mysteriously in the compound would trigger a series of chain reactions, causing too much commotion.

So he chose a relatively compromise solution: to have Li Zhou “accidentally” die during a street fight.

Children of prominent families love to fight, so if he accidentally died, wouldn't that be very reasonable?

Therefore, he used the effects of Hypnotism to set up a psychologically triggered suggestion: if a fight broke out and he injured someone, he would unconsciously, at a certain moment, throw himself under the opponent’s knife, and before he died, he would drag that dog-headed strategist down with him.

According to the habits of this group of people, it would most likely take effect within a month or two.

He still left a glimmer of hope; as long as Li Zhou stopped fighting and turned over a new leaf, he would be fine, but that was basically impossible.

He then used the Hypnotic Bell again to blur many of the scenes from this meeting, making Li Zhou believe it was a dream.

However, whether it was due to the excessive consumption from frequent use of the bell prop or some other reason, he felt very mentally exhausted and a bit groggy.

He almost couldn't even use the Breath Concealment Technique and Lightness Skill. Fortunately, he rested in the woods for a while and felt a bit better, then tidied up the scene, before forcing himself to gather his spirits and exit the compound by the original route, then hurried towards the train station.

He even forgot to take off his glasses when entering the train station; it's easy to make mistakes when busy.

Fortunately, there was no facial recognition or real-name registration then; they only checked tickets, not people. He only realized this problem when he was almost at the platform, so he quickly found a corner, pretended to pee, and took off his glasses, putting them back into his space.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dongchuan felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. The train whistle and the sound of the wheels, like a lullaby, made him drowsy.

Soon, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

… … … …

When he woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

He slept on the upper bunk, alone, and didn't bring any luggage, just a satchel under his head as a pillow. No one paid much attention to him, so it was quiet, and he had a good night's sleep.

Zhao Dongchuan rubbed his eyes, looking at the rapidly passing scenery outside the window below and the sunlight streaming in, feeling very relaxed.

It's good for people to get more sun!

Shaking his head and letting go of a sudden, inexplicable sigh, Zhao Dongchuan half-bent, put on his coat, took out his toiletries from his space, stepped down the ladder from his bunk, and walked towards the pantry…

After a day and two nights of bumpy travel, Zhao Dongchuan successfully returned to Huangyuan City.

After leaving the train station, Zhao Dongchuan rode his bicycle back to his dormitory, greeted warmly by the gatekeeper.

He cleaned the dormitory, which hadn't been occupied for many days, took a shower, and then rode his bicycle towards Jia Bing's home.

After being away for so long, he had to visit and, while he was at it, snag a meal. He really missed Sister-in-law Shufen’s… cooking.

Zhao Dongchuan rode quickly and soon arrived at Jia Bing's house.

Aside from a new pair of couplets with a strong revolutionary feel, the courtyard was basically unchanged.

The little black dog, Baron, hearing the sound, darted out, barking, “Woof! Woof!”

He was very familiar with Zhao Dongchuan's scent and had already sniffed out that an old acquaintance had arrived before he even entered the courtyard gate.

Zhao Dongchuan parked his bicycle, and Baron was already circling his pant legs, wagging his tail like an electric fan.

“Hahaha, little Baron, Happy New Year, did you miss me?”

Zhao Dongchuan squatted down and petted the dog's head.

Baron let out a comfortable whimper and lay on the ground, exposing his belly.

“This time, I brought you something delicious!” Saying this, he took out a few chicken bones with shreds of meat from his space. These were all things he had specifically saved when clearing the dining table in Beijing.

He didn't have a dog at his Beijing home, so bones were usually thrown away. He occasionally thought of it and secretly saved some in his space.

Baron smelled the fragrant meat bones and became even more delighted, wagging his tail vigorously at Zhao Dongchuan.

Zhao Dongchuan threw the bones far away!

“Go, Pikachu!”

Baron dashed off with a whoosh, ran over, and lay down to enjoy the delicious food.

“Oh, Little Zhao, you're back!” Hearing the commotion outside, Jia Bing, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, opened the door and came out, looking at Zhao Dongchuan with surprise. Due to the large temperature difference between inside and outside, his glasses were covered with a thick layer of fog, which, combined with his astonished expression, was quite amusing.

“Haha, Teacher Jia, if I didn’t come back, I’m afraid the library would expel me!” Zhao Dongchuan said with a laugh, making a joke.

“Come, come, come, let's go inside and talk, it's quite cold out here!” Jia Bing happily pulled Zhao Dongchuan into the house.

“Who's here?” Sister-in-law Shufen, with her big belly, was sitting on the kang, knitting.

“Sister-in-law, Happy New Year!” Zhao Dongchuan greeted.

“Oh, Little Zhao, you're back! Happy New Year, Happy New Year!” Shufen smiled and was about to get up to pour tea for Zhao Dongchuan, but Jia Bing stopped her.

“Don't move, the doctor said you're almost at your due date, and now is a critical period. Try not to move; I'll do it!” With that, Jia Bing picked up the cups and poured tea.

One cup for each!

“How was it, this visit home, what did you think?” Jia Bing sat on the edge of the kang, took a sip of hot tea, and asked with a chuckle.

Zhao Dongchuan smiled and said, “It was great. Everyone at home was overjoyed. I rested for half a month with good food and drink; it was incredibly comfortable!”

“You gave us another surprise. Just a few days after New Year's, our library received a letter from you, sent by Peoples Literature in Beijing. I knew what it was about as soon as I touched it.

Sure enough, a few days ago, the new Peoples Literature was published, and your poem was prominently featured in it!”

“It also sparked a discussion in our library. Most of it was praise, though there were certainly some critical voices!” Jia Bing said, wiping his glasses with a piece of cotton cloth.

“The curator directly said in front of everyone that your poem expressed his innermost feelings, which settled the matter!”

“The curator is so good to me! I'll have to visit him later!” Zhao Dongchuan said with a cheerful laugh.