The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

1972, at the turn of spring and summer, Hong Kong City.

In the twilight, the setting sun is sinking, and the busy streets are full of people. There are modern men and women in well-dressed talking and laughing. There are also poor people squatting on the roadside waiting to work hard, just like this prosperous metropolis. , Blooming on one side.

With a creak, a rickshaw stopped on the side of the road.

The one who got out of the car was a teenager, seventeen or eighteen years old. Because of his thin body, the wrinkled white shirt on his body looked empty. On his thin body, there was a pale paper face, even his lips couldn't see a trace of blood, and the whole person showed a fragile and sickly expression.

Because of this sickness, you might not notice it at first glance, but if you look straight, you will find that this is actually a very handsome boy. The face is a long face, a pair of thick black eyebrows, a straight bridge of the nose, and the lips—even the pale lips have an extremely beautiful curvature.

It's a pity that he looks too weak, even when he gets out of the car, he is crumbling as if he is about to fall. It is really difficult for people to appreciate how handsome he is.

At least the rickshaw driver has no such thoughts.

Seeing him, the coachman really looked like he was about to return to the West at any time. He originally wanted to ask a question of concern, but he was afraid of getting into trouble. After all, the poorest people were most afraid of trouble. So after receiving the money for the car he handed over, he thanked him and hurriedly pulled the car and ran away.

Qiao Wen felt that the current self really didn't look like a serious living person, after all, he had just "resurrected from the dead".

The feeling of weakness is really uncomfortable, but it is always good to come alive.

He walked slowly to the sidewalk and turned to look across the street. There was a tea house. There was a gilded sign hanging in the air with the words "Furong Tea Room" written on it.

If there were no accidents, in this teahouse tonight, a 19-year-old young man would stabbed to death a wealthy businessman in the city, thus changing the fate of himself and the wealthy businessman's youngest son.

The reason why Qiao Wen knew in advance that this **** incident was about to take place tonight was not because he had the ability to predict, but because he was in a world of novels at this time.

This young man who is about to kill is the villain in the novel, and the son of a rich businessman is the protagonist.

As for Qiao Wen himself, or the original owner of his current body, he is the good brother of the villain who grew up with him, a small cannon fodder who originally died of illness today.

This role is trivial in the book, because he died too early and he didn't even appear head-on. It only existed in the villain's memories.

Yes, Qiao Wen is a book wearer.

From 2020, he traveled to this novel set in the 70s Port City, and became a supporting actor of the same name in the book.

The time goes back to one day ago, in the early autumn of 2020, in a certain desert in the west.

The desert night with the flow of fire in July was already very cool, and everyone in the camp had fallen asleep, and could vaguely hear the heavy breathing from the nearby tent.

Qiao Wen was guarding the bonfire. He had just gathered up the fire, when he heard someone rustling approaching by him, leaning to his side and whispering: "Brother Wen, do you smoke?"

Qiao Wen turned his head and saw that it was the young boy with glasses on the camping team. He and this trekking team only met during the day. I don’t know what the boy’s name is. I only hear him calling himself an otaku. This time I came out because I’ve been living for a long time and want to experience life. I just followed the team on foot for two days. Just lost in the desert.

"Thank you." Qiao Wen took the cigarette from the boy's hand, lit a campfire on his lips, and said with a smile: "Why? Can't sleep?"

A cold night breeze blew, and the boy couldn't help rubbing his arms, and said, "It's dark everywhere here, and there is no people at all. It's scary."

Qiao Wen asked: "This is the first time in the desert?"

The boy nodded: "The team leader said that he was very experienced, so I signed up. I didn't expect to get lost after walking for more than a day. Fortunately I met you, otherwise I can't figure out what happened." He said sincerely, "I really I admire how you dare to walk through the desert alone."

Qiao Wen smiled and shook his head: "Try a few more times and it won't matter."

He looked up to the distance, the vast sky covered with stars, and the desert that could not be seen at the end, hidden in the darkness, so quiet that there was only the sound of wind coming from nowhere, and no one knew how much danger was hidden in that dark place.

And danger is always fascinating.

The boy looked at him calmly. Today the team crashed like headless flies during the day. When the drinking water was about to run out, the young man seemed to have fallen from the sky, leading them to find the water source, and then camped nearby.

He didn't know his identity, he only knew that he was an experienced hiker, with superior physical strength and a calm attitude, well equipped, and he should be quite rich. In fact, most adventurous people want to find excitement because they are not short of money.

Moreover, he was very handsome. In the light of the campfire, the handsome face with a little stubble was almost distorted and handsome.

Qiao Wen didn't care about the boy's gaze, looked at him with a smile, and said casually: "Or you would just snooze by the campfire? I'm by your side, don't be afraid."

The boy meant this: "Then call me when you are sleepy, and I will change shifts with you to watch the fire."

Qiao Wen curled his lower lip, noncommittal.

The boy spread the blanket under him, wrapped in a windproof suit and lay down, thinking of something, took out the kindle he carried with him, and handed it to Qiao Wen: "If you feel bored, read a novel to pass the time."

The long night was really boring, Qiao Wen took it and opened the first book on the shelf.

"The Great Man of the Seventies."

Just look at the name and you will know that it is a cool text on the Internet for YY.

Qiao Wen rarely reads web articles, but thinking about waiting for the group to wake up to replace him, it is estimated that he will have to wait until dawn, so boringly open the place and start to read and kill time.

When he saw that the villain in the story was shot to death by the protagonist, the sky finally turned white, and the people in the tent woke up one after another.

He returned the kindle to the boy who woke up.

The boy rubbed his face and took it, and asked casually: "What book are you reading?"

Qiao Wen said: "It's the first book on your bookshelf."

The boy said: "That online novel. By the way—" I suddenly thought of something, and said with a smile, "There is a character with the same name as yours."

"Really? I didn't pay attention." Qiao Wen passed the time, looking scribbled, and didn't notice that there was a supporting actor with the same name in the book.

The boy wanted to be a fan of novels. When he talked about this, he became interested: "It's the villain Chen Jianan, who died early, only appeared in his memories. The two had a poor family back then, and the boy became seriously ill and had no money to go to the big hospital. Chen Jianan went to assassinate the male protagonist dad in order to make money for his medical expenses. But when he finished killing, this young man had already died in the black clinic in the Kowloon Walled City. Chen Jianan was greatly stimulated and embarked on a path for money. Unscrupulous crooked road."

After he reminded him, Qiao Wen remembered that there was indeed such a small supporting role, who was no longer there before the beginning of the story. He was just a character who appeared in the memories of the villain Chen Jianan, so he didn't care about the name.

It was originally just a cool text to pass the time, and this kind of vulgar plot is really nothing special. It was just described by the boy that he was suddenly slightly moved by the friendship of the villain in the book.

Because he happened to have a fat girl who could save his life, there was even a southern character in his name.

Other people came to say hello one after another, interrupting the two people's small talk.

The group washed briefly, ate some dry food, and set off on the road before the sun rose. At noon, Qiao Wen sent them to the nearest highway, and went on the road alone, continuing the unfinished desert journey.

Since Lin Nan's absence, all the adventures and journeys the two have planned together can only be done by him alone.

This desert trip was his last stop. When it was over, he would return to the worldly fireworks and live a good life as Lin Nan hoped.

It's just that the world is unpredictable. Just halfway through this desert journey, Qiao Wen encountered a sandstorm.

The yellow sand swept across the sky, and he was quickly buried in the sand, his breathing became harder and harder, and in the end, the whole person fell into deep darkness.

He knew he was going to die.

I just don't know if I can see Lin Nan after death.

"Awen! Awen! You wake up, don't die!"

The harsh howling shook the eardrum, and the violent shaking of his body pulled Qiao Wen back from his suffocation.

A smell of fishy heat jumped up from his throat, forcing him to cough heavily, and then gasp and breathe hard, like a drowning person regaining air, and the feeling of suffocation was finally relieved.

"Awen, you...you are not dead?"

Qiao Wen lifted his eyelids with difficulty, and a strange boy with tears appeared in his sight, holding his shoulder and shaking. He finally knew why, just like seasickness, his dare to feel was shaken hard by the child.

He took two deep breaths, then eased a little, then said in a dumb voice, "Hao Tsai, are you called the soul?"

Howard?

Qiao Wen was stunned. Not only did he blurt out the name of the strange boy, but he also clearly spoke Cantonese.

Just as he was dumbfounded, suddenly there was a memory that didn't belong to him, and the tide flooded his mind.

After a moment, he looked around his eyes incredulously.

This is a dimly lit room. He thinks he is well-informed, but he has never seen such a simple and dilapidated house in his lifetime. The yellow wall, a small window with broken glass, a few tables and chairs in the house that have not even been painted, and a few black pottery pots that boil medicine on the table, and a mixture of various medicines is exuding throughout the room. The pungent smell.

An old seated fan was creaking on the table next to it.

Dark, humid, sultry, dirty...

The memory that just rushed in told him that this was a clinic, a black clinic in the Kowloon Walled City of Hong Kong City in the 1970s.

Seeing him waking up, Hao Tsai finally released the hands holding his shoulders swaying wildly, wiped his eyes, and shouted out excitedly: "Uncle Hua! Come on, Awen wakes up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin old man in his 50s and 60s came in from the outside.

This man was born with a round nose and small eyes, long beard, and a melon hat that was popular in the Republic of China. Unlike a doctor, he looked like a fortune teller with a stall under an overpass.

He walked over in disbelief, stretched out his hand to lift Qiao Wen's, frowned and took a closer look, then grabbed his wrist, and glared his soy eyes as he pulsed, unbelievably slapped his tongue: "It's weird, just now He obviously stopped beating his heart and lost his breath, how come he came back to life again?"

Hao Tsai stopped his wailing and turned to sobs, and said intermittently: "Uncle Hua, you just said that Awen is gone, I almost died of fright."

Qiao Wen honestly sat down on this small wooden frame bed under him, allowing the old Chinese doctor to practice watching, hearing and inquiring on himself, while silently digesting the new memories he had just acquired in his mind, sorting out the current situation.

Obviously he encountered a sandstorm in the desert, why did he come to this strange place as soon as he opened his eyes?

Fortunately, he had just read the net article called "The Seventies", so he quickly determined that because of metaphysical power, he who should have died in the sandstorm was reborn in the world of this novel. , Became the cannon fodder of the same name as him in the book, that is, the good brother of the big villain Chen Jianan who belched early.

This world is the Hong Kong City in the early 1970s—it is called Hong Kong City in the book, and the corresponding real world is actually the chaotic and prosperous Hong Kong in the 1970s.

He stroked the timeline in his mind.

He remembered that when Chen Jianan died, the author described his past mental journey in a large volume. The most important memory was the day his brother Qiao Wen, who grew up, died.

Qiao Wen in this world has been a sick child since he was a child. When he was 18 years old, he had a serious illness. He lay in the broken clinic in the Kowloon Walled City for several days. Foreign hospital treatment. However, both of them were poor children of the Kowloon Walled City at the time, so there was no money to go to the big hospital.

In order to make money for Qiao Wen's medicine, Chen Jianan accepted a murder mission from the boss of the society. The target of the assassination was the father of the protagonist Lin Zihui.

This was his first murder, and it went well. However, when he took the money and ran back and prepared to send Qiao Wen to the foreign hospital, the teenager lying on the shabby crib of the black clinic was already cold and hard.

That was the darkest moment in Chen Canan's life, that is, since then, he vowed to make a lot of money, and since then embarked on a path of no return of the villainous villain, which became the source of his future tragic ending.

If I am not mistaken, today is the day Qiao Wen died and the turning point in Chen Canan's destiny. Combining the situation where Hao Tsai had just grabbed the original body and shook the ghost and howled the wolf, and the reaction of the old Chinese doctor Uncle Hua, Qiao Wen in this world should have died, but because his soul entered, this body came back to life.

The original Qiao Wen became him.

But anyway, he who died in the desert was reborn as another person in another world.

He promised Lin Nan to live well, even if he changed the world, changed his identity and body, it was always good to be able to survive.