He Wants to Climb the Mountain

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I waited for someone in the underworld. I wanted him to die just like me, his face ashen, no longer able to carry himself with such noble airs. I hated him for killing me, but when he finally came, I discovered he hadn't even spared my corpse.

I was already dead, and he still humiliated me! What a pervert! What a lunatic! There's no way to settle this grudge.

But no matter how impossible it is to settle, that was all in this lifetime. In the next, we'd never cross paths again. Who could have guessed that the Granny Meng soup had been watered down? I still remembered my past life, and worst of all, I was still entangled with him!

I'm glad. This time, I have a whole lifetime to settle the score with him.

A fake ferocious little bastard, the mischievous dog Tu Shan, bottom; a ruthless top with few emotions, who is tolerant and magnanimous in this life, You Qi.

* First person narration

* Just take the bottom's thoughts with a grain of salt. He's a little bastard who'd rather do evil than good.

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Next story: A Real Mermaid Has Joined the Cast

Duan Rong is well known in both the detective and police circles. People call him Second Brother Duan because he's the second son in his family. His older brother died.

An aquarium in a small town unexpectedly became a huge hit, drawing a constant stream of visitors every day. At nine every evening, the mermaid show was the main attraction. The mermaid performers included not only women, but also handsome, pretty young men.

That brought in plenty of female visitors, too.

One evening, the aquarium called the police. Eight minutes into the mermaid show, a female mermaid fell from the water's surface, and a cloud of blood spread through the water. The crowd screamed. The police arrived at the scene right away and secured the area. After investigating all night, they had collected very little evidence.

Duan Rong got the call and exhaled a puff of smoke. "I'll take the case."

On the third day after the incident, he took the subway to the aquarium. The mermaid show had resumed. Watching the mermaids swim back and forth behind the glass, he got a craving for a cigarette, so he unwrapped a White Rabbit milk candy and ate it. The white candy looked striking against his skin.

"It's only a matter of time before a real one gets mixed in with them."

The real mermaid, who had excellent hearing and really had slipped in with them, nervously touched his own tail. I haven't been found out, I haven't been found out...

Duan Rong has plenty of tattoos. One of them is on his wrist: a green venomous snake, its head covering the back of his hand. Later, those hands would cradle a little mermaid's tail day after day, helping him put on his mermaid tail costume.

Duan Rong had never cared much about whether he lived or died. He just stood there, waiting for the person who planned to take his head. While waiting, he picked up a mermaid. Even a rough man started shaving and cleaning the bathtub. He was working a case when he got a call from his little fish. He took out his phone, his smoky voice rich and deep as he called him, "Be a good boy, sweetheart."

His life became his little fish's, and every day he started dreaming of having little fish babies with him.

A sweet-voiced, clingy little mermaid who works hard performing every day just to get something to eat before meeting the top, and can openly soak his tail; a rough, filthy detective who does whatever he wants, behaves badly, and has no sense of propriety.

A huge difference in size.

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