Trying to Believe

Honestly, Fang Ran felt that the twenty years he had lived weren't as exciting as the past four days.

Three days ago, he experienced an 'earthquake', was buried by a train station, buried by a building, and finally became a wanted criminal for stealing national historical relics.

Two days ago, he experienced high-altitude skydiving, fell into an unfamiliar city, and crashed down from the rooftop of a building.

One day ago, he blasted his way into a Female Locker Room, was then dragged into Night Battles, truly experienced life and death, killed someone, and finally experienced cross-dressing for the first time in his life.

However, Fang Ran felt that none of those things were as shocking as what happened today.

Because everything from the previous days was beyond his understanding, Fang Ran automatically categorized it under 'worldview reconstruction'.

But what happened today was something that was definitely within Fang Ran's understanding!

Transactions, gunfights, darkness, money,

Holy crap, did these things from movies really happen to me?

Fang Ran's mouth twitched as he looked at the box filled with US Dollars in front of him. This was money he had never seen in his life and would never be able to earn in his life.

"Sigh."

Fang Ran slumped his shoulders helplessly and sighed, then picked up the box of US Dollars.

Fifty thousand US Dollars was unexpectedly not heavy.

"Oh? This is not bad, at least a small gain."

Ling also saw the money in the box and said without much surprise. Then, seeing Fang Ran pick up another box, she asked with interest:

"Don't you want to open it and see what's inside?"

Fang Ran rolled his eyes: "No, I can guess what these two groups were trading with my toes. It's definitely not anything legitimate, and it's definitely not something a normal person like me should see."

"Heh~" Ling chuckled lightly, not bothering further. After clearing everyone's short-term memories with Psychokinesis, she floated outwards and said:

"Let's go, we just got a bit of money, I need some things."

"Uh..."

Then Ling saw Fang Ran looking at her with an incredulous expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fang Ran held a box in each hand and spread them out helplessly:

"Hey, Queen, please, this isn't my money?"

Ling turned around and stared at him with a look of disbelief. He, he doesn't want it?

This guy who only has a living expense of a little over a thousand a month?

Then, in the data space, the Gothic Lolita-like Ling suddenly became a little interested. She felt this was an opportunity to understand this guy's thought process.

So Ling deliberately spoke in a very seductive tone:

"Are you sure you don't want it? This is fifty thousand US Dollars, which is over three million Renminbi. According to your so-called ideal of five thousand a month, it's money you'll never earn in your life."

Fang Ran, with his slumped shoulders and dead fish eyes, looked at her and said speechlessly:

"So?"

"So?"

Ling smiled softly, a smile like a little devil tempting humans:

"So, you just need to take this money. No one will know. You can even sell their 'goods' again."

"So much money, just lying there for the taking, aren't you tempted?"

Fang Ran looked like his mouth was twitching, staring at the Summoned Beast that was 'talking nonsense' in his eyes.

My heavens, are the guys in Night Battles all this lawless, this wild?

He rolled his eyes:

"This is stolen goods. Keeping it is illegal."

With that, Fang Ran turned his back to Ling and walked out.

Ling didn't know that when Fang Ran saw the five hundred thousand US Dollars in the box, he didn't have even a hint of greed in his heart.

It wasn't that Fang Ran was a saint; it was just that in the mindset he had been taught by his parents since childhood, there was simply no thought of hiding so much money for himself.

When he saw so much money, besides 'Holy crap, so much money!', he just sighed helplessly.

Damn it, I'll have to take a detour later to report it and turn it in.

Ling frowned, looking at his back. Her voice lost its playful tone and became cold and serious.

"Are you serious?"

"They genuinely wanted to kill you just now. You defeated them. Logically, these things should be your spoils of war. But you're going to turn these things in?"

Ling slowly floated behind him, looking down at his back:

"In Night Battles, this is only natural."

Fang Ran's steps stopped. He was silent for a second, then he suddenly spoke softly:

"You're right, but I'm just an ordinary person. I can't do it."

Then he slowly walked out, speaking softly as if lost in thought, as if talking to Ling, and also as if talking to himself:

"I'm different from you. My mom told me since I was little that I must be honest and not do bad things."

"This is indeed a large sum of money. Perhaps it's true what you said, I might never earn this much money in my lifetime."

Ling looked at his somewhat inexplicable back at this moment, which seemed exactly the same as the back he showed that night when he let go and fell from the air to save that girl.

"So this money is not within my understanding. Therefore, I cannot, and do not want to hide this money, even if you erase my memory, even if no one knows."

"Conscience, honesty, abiding by the law, maybe it's these things. Think whatever you want."

Then Ling heard him suddenly sigh. That Fang Ran who was always timid, always unreliable, always complaining...

He gently exhaled.

"I'm still an ordinary person. If dozens or a hundred Renminbi fell on the ground, I'd be overjoyed and pick it up, thinking I had great luck today."

"If I dropped a few hundred yuan on the ground, I'd hesitate and feel a bit anxious. If I didn't return it, I might just keep it myself."

Saying this, Ling looked at his back and seemed to chuckle slightly.

"But if it were a few thousand yuan, or even more, I'd think, 'With so much money, how anxious must the person who lost it be? Maybe it's money they needed for a doctor's visit, or money they worked hard to earn?'"

"This is the thought process of most ordinary people. You can mock it as the behavior of common folk, but I think at least half of people would do this."

"Among the remaining half, only those who are so poor they desperately need this windfall are the greedy villains and scoundrels."

"So,"

He raised his right hand and tapped the briefcase containing over three million yuan, speaking softly:

"I'm just an ordinary person, unlike your way of thinking, which has been hardened by the cruelty of Night Battles."

Ling looked at him, silent for a moment, then sneered:

"Naive. Do you really think anyone would do something so foolish with you?"

"Yes!"

To Ling's surprise, he answered with absolute certainty, then said firmly:

"There definitely will be, even if you can eliminate the worry of being caught. There definitely will be."

"In the face of major right and wrong, the choices ordinary people make are always guided by their inherent conscience and sense of justice."

He paused, touching his chest. After the silence, he tried to convince himself, speaking softly:

"I've always believed that in this society, there are more good people."

Ling looked at him. After confirming that he was speaking from the heart, she scoffed, seemingly recalling some unpleasant memories.

Suddenly, she didn't want to talk to 'this' Fang Ran anymore. She was more used to the Fang Ran who, although stupid and cowardly, was obedient.

So Ling spoke with a cold laugh, looking at the bulge in his pants pocket:

"Ho ho~ Ecstatic over a few dozen or a hundred, hiding a few hundred in the end. So that's why you pocketed the loose change those two people were carrying just now?"

"Uh..."

Ling saw his back stiffen for a moment, then revert to Fang Ran's cowardly posture.

He turned around, revealing the same miserable/distressed face Ling usually saw on Fang Ran. He said awkwardly and hesitantly:

"Uh, about that, when you're doing good deeds and upholding justice, you have to collect some compensation for your efforts, right? Even heroes need to eat."

Ling didn't hesitate to expose Fang Ran's act of pilfering the personal belongings of the two bosses, then coldly and incisively sneered:

"You've been rambling on for ages, and it's still because you're a coward! You don't dare to take the big money, so you sneakily take the small money!"

Ling's contemptuous tone was like a knife piercing Fang Ran's chest. Fang Ran felt deeply hurt.

Ling snorted and floated away. Fang Ran quickly followed like a bag-carrying lackey, jogging along with a flushed face!

Holy crap, I think I just said something super chuunibyou.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Why did I say something like that again!

I want to die!

The next day.

At a police station in a certain suburb, Officer Xiao Zhou yawned as he arrived for his morning shift. He took out his key and had just opened the door to the duty room when he suddenly felt a chill.

Then he saw two boxes tied together that had smashed through the window and been thrown inside.

Xiao Zhou immediately became alert, gripping the gun at his waist, and cautiously approached.

Then he found a note on the two boxes that read:

[Port, cargo area, third row of containers, they won't wake up until night.

Also, you're welcome, my name is Partner of Justice.]

Xiao Zhou was puzzled, what does this mean? He opened the two boxes and his breath stopped for a second.

In one box, neat stacks of US dollars were arranged, and in the other box.

It was full of contraband!

Only then did Xiao Zhou snap back to reality and instantly understood the meaning of the note.

He immediately called his superior! His superior was also startled and ordered him to secure the scene immediately, saying he would send people over right away!

After finishing, Xiao Zhou stared at the two boxes in a daze. Turning them in was normal.

But fifty thousand US dollars, someone actually didn't want it and turned it in?

Xiao Zhou felt a surge of passion/excitement in his heart, burning hot, the passion from when he was in police academy reignited.

There really are people like this in society!

Partner of Justice...

If that person were in front of Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou would definitely shout a sentence at him!

"This is a police station! Not a public security bureau! And this is the household registration section, we handle household registration!!!"

Xiao Zhou really wanted to know.

Which impersonating idiot reported the crime by tying the stolen money together and smashing the window of the household registration office with it!

However, at this moment, in the back row of a certain university classroom, a certain coward was drooling and catching up on sleep because his nightlife the previous night was too exciting.

He wrote desperately until midnight, but the number of saves hadn't changed at all, not even a new book review. He was heartbroken and couldn't breathe.