My name is Chen Ying. If I have to use two words to describe my life, then "betrayal" is undoubtedly the most appropriate.
Not long after I was born, my father betrayed the family and chose to live with another young and beautiful woman.
From then on, my mother always put all the blame on me. She felt that it was because she was pregnant with me that her figure was out of shape and that her father changed his mind.
So whenever she doesn't get her way, she will yell at me and destroy my favorite toys.
Growing up, I was complete without a single toy, just like my family.
Living in such an environment, my personality became withdrawn and I didn't like to talk.
After I went to school, although my grades have always been relatively high, because of my personality, I had no friends, and even the teacher who valued my grades the most didn't like me very much.
I will always be the most inconspicuous one in the class.
It went like this until high school. Once I was bullied by classmates from other classes. Hao Xiongdi, the sports committee member of our class, chased those guys away.
In this way, Hao Xiongdi became my first friend in life.
Hao Xiongdi is tall and handsome, and always has a confident smile on his face. Although his academic performance is not good, everyone likes him.
I envy him very much and want to be like him, but I know that is impossible.
During the last final exam of the first year of high school, Hao Xiongdi came to me and wanted me to pass the answers to him and his friends during the exam. I agreed without even thinking about it.
After the exam, they all achieved good results, but later I found out that Hao Xiongdi made a lot of money by passing answers to his "friends".
But I don't care, I'm happy to be able to do things for my friends.
From then on, I would pass on the answers to them every time they took the exam, until one time, one of the students was caught during the exam, and he confessed about passing on the answers.
In fact, cheating in exams is not a particularly serious matter. At most, it is just a warning. But whoever let it slip, the teacher actually discovered that someone was making money by passing on answers. This kind of behavior is quite bad.
Just when I was worried about Hao Xiongdi, the teacher found me. Only then did I realize that all the cheaters were saying the same thing, saying that I was the one who made money by passing on answers.
I laughed, I was laughing at my naivety and my stupidity, but I didn't argue because I knew that even if I told the truth, no one would be on my side.
I was given a serious offense and lost my only "friend".
Because of the bad records in my file, even though my grades were more than 20 points higher than the admission limit, my favorite university still didn't admit me, and I ended up going to an ordinary university.
On the first day of school, I received a big gift from my mother, who committed suicide.
I guess she has been waiting for this day for a long time because she feels that after going to college, I will no longer need her.
Holding my mother's urn, I didn't feel any sadness because I was happy for her. She was finally free and no longer suffered, but I continued to live in pain.
I store my mother's ashes in the funeral parlor, and I often visit her. It's not so much that I visit her, but that I really like staying in the funeral parlor.
Here, all sins will turn into dust and all filthiness will disappear.
I even think this place is more sacred than those temples, and the cremator who puts the corpse into the furnace is the real savior.
From then on, an idea came into my mind to open a funeral parlor.
Of course, this is just an idea. After meeting that girl, this idea no longer exists.
She is very beautiful and loves to laugh. Influenced by her, I became cheerful and no longer taciturn.
At that time, I made up my mind to create a better future for us.
I used my scholarship to trade stocks and futures, and I quickly made a lot of money. I thought I could give her the life she wanted.
But when I saw her getting into a black Mercedes-Benz and the car started shaking again, my heart was completely broken.
I tasted betrayal again, and I began to hate everyone in the world. I secretly swore that from now on, I would never give anyone a chance to betray me.
When I graduated from college, because of my extraordinary financial talent, my teacher recommended me to a Fortune 500 company, but I refused.
I still remember that when he heard that the reason for my refusal was to open a funeral parlor, he was so surprised that he even dislocated his jaw.
I finally realized my original dream and opened a funeral parlor with the wealth I accumulated in college.
Moreover, I not only run a funeral parlor, but I also work as a cremator myself. I like the feeling of pushing people into the furnace and burning them to ashes, and then putting the ashes into boxes.
Sometimes I even come up with the idea of pushing a living person into the furnace, but I just think about it, I'm not that crazy yet.
By chance, I saw a familiar license plate number and saw her and a bald middle-aged man getting out of a black Mercedes-Benz and embracing each other as they walked into a luxury hotel.
I laughed, thanked God for giving me this opportunity, and then secretly tampered with the black Mercedes-Benz.
A few days later, I saw her again and pushed her into the stove with my own hands.
I thought I would always live such a boring life, but I didn't expect that a book would make my life more exciting.
Once, a homeless man who died of a heart attack was brought to the hospital. When I opened the body bag, I found that the homeless man's expression was very ferocious, as if he had seen something horrific before his death.
But I have seen corpses that were more horrific than this, so I didn’t pay much attention to them and pushed the corpse directly into the stove.
When the ashes were collected after the burning, I saw a book with a black cover among the ashes.
It is normal to find metal and other items in the ashes after burning, but it is more bizarre that the body was burned to ashes but the books were preserved.
Out of curiosity, I left this black book without words, and then stored the ashes of the homeless man. If no one came to claim them for three months, the ashes would be destroyed.
When I was bored at night, I took out the black book and flipped through it. Unexpectedly, my fingers were scratched with blood by the sharp pages.
The blood stains were instantly absorbed by the black book, and then I saw red fonts appear on the page.
【Immersive Script】
[Owner: Chen Ying]
[Fear value: 0 (can be drawn once when reaching 1000 points)]
[Title: Soul Funeral Master]
[Title Skill: Soul Burial Technique]
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I like the script missions released by Black Book. Although I will encounter different types of ghosts, I think it is easier to get along with ghosts than with people.
But one thing I don't like very much is that in multiplayer scenarios, I will meet a lot of strangers, and there are always some of them who want to get closer to me.
I know that they are just preparing to betray me.
I once swore that I would not give anyone a chance to betray me, so before they betray me, I want to let them taste betrayal first...
