I Chose to Fake My Death Chapter 13

 

 The scene was orderly and my plan was carried out smoothly.

As I predicted, not all of them were Lolicons or Lesbians. Most of them just want to be close to the cute me. A lot were high school student and most chose to pay 4 yuan to rub my head. The indirect kissing sales volume is still low.

Although I’m still concerned about why high school students didn’t go to school, I was lucky to be able to make money with them here.

     → What a cute girl, but why is she doing this to make money?

　→ To help her sick parents?

　→ It’s really possible. Do you remember where she came from?

The slightly painful feeling of heartache will lead to trouble. I don't want that anymore.

　→ You guys... I’m a left-behind child and my parents didn’t leave my living expenses. My parents aren’t sick, do you want to curse them?

Well, the total is a full 143 yuan and I still have 2 bottles of nutrition drink left. What are 3-days of living expenses?

I put the money in the suitcase and get up to go home. It’s been a busy day and now I want to go home to play a game, but I feel like I’m forgetting something very important. Oh well, I can think about it later.

I leave the mall, pulling the suitcase and swaying on the sidewalk. This is a kilometer away from home and will take about 30 minutes to get there. Thinking about it with a slight smile, it was a pretty big show. I didn’t notice my cuteness is drawing appreciative looks from the people around me.

"Look out little girl!” (Person on the street)

"Huh?!” (Hitomi)

I look to see what is wrong and see a car speeding toward me. Then I’m flying...

I had the green light...

I was lying 4 or 5 meters in front of the car with my suitcase torn open and everything inside scattered.

"Driver, you hit me and made me lose my money!"

Surprised at my voice, the driver runs to me and I see their feet.

To be honest, I finally remembered what I had forgotten before. The vector operation that couldn’t even take off a bottle cap.

"You, you’re okay?” (Driver)

"If you flew 5 or 6 meters, would you be all right?” (Hitomi)

“......” (Driver)

"Uncle, do we settle this publicly or privately?" (Hitomi)

"I..." (Driver)

"Don't think, what does your heart say?" (Hitomi)

“......” (Driver)

My suitcase! It took me so long to make that money! All gone, all gone! Damn it! Am I not supposed to worry about my life first?

"I'm a woman." (Driver)

“......” (Hitomi)

It’s my turn to be speechless. A woman driving so fast! To tell the truth, my head is reeling, why didn’t I notice that the driver is female?!

"In short, you hit me! I want you to pay for my mental damage!" (Hitomi)

To get more information, I secretly open an eye, but what I see leaves me dumbfounded. When I looked at her car, I see it’s clearly a police car!

"It's kind of exciting to be hit by something." Ha. Ha ha.

I immediately jump up and gently held my head.

"Son of a bitch! I ended up scamming the police… No I wasn’t scamming in the first place!” (Hitomi)

"You… Are you sure you're okay? I was on the phone and felt the bump. When I looked, you were flying away from my car. You flew so far, I was sure you would die.” (Driver)

"I'm fine, but you've ruined the most important thing that helps me live.” I said, raising my head and pointing to the shattered suitcase stuck under her wheel.

"This suitcase contained all the money I had worked long and hard for. Although I’m not dead, isn’t this much worse?" (Hitomi)

The driver was young— in her early 20’s. She looks very professional in her uniform. She was the class treasure when she was in school, right? Now she’s a police officer. Ha Ha Ha!

That police lady (Interpol?) seems to look surprised when I came back. I shook and patted my head, watching her confused look; I could not help feeling a pain in my heart.

"Little girl... Are you living alone? Why do you want to earn your living by yourself? Where's your parent? Don't they want you anymore? Or..." (Driver)

"Hey, be quiet!" (Hitomi)

I can't figure out why there are police officers like this who are so out of line. Are all police like this? Obviously, I asked for compensation, so why did she become a good-hearted person and try to comfort a homeless girl?

"Don't say useless things. I’m not dead, so I'm not going to pursue it for now, but the money I worked so hard for and my suitcase are gone. How do you intend to compensate me for the loss?" (Hitomi)

"That... I mean, aren't you homeless? If you don't mind, you can live at my house for now, so you don't have to work so hard." (Driver)

Uh... The proposal seems good. Anyway, there is no one home and there is nothing important at the house. It's not too late to leave home. Anyway, it’s the police, it shouldn’t be a big deal. Right?

"That... How many people are in your family? If there are too many, I will feel uncomfortable and depressed.” (Hitomi)

"Rest assured! It’s just me! It's a small house, but it's perfectly fine to share it with you." (Driver)

She saw that I had intended to agree and seemed happy. I became lively when I spoke. It’s nice to be lively and active, but I don’t really get along with the type. I don't want to be at the mercy of this kind of thing.

"Alright, I will, but don't do anything strange or I'll leave right away!” (Hitomi)

Saying that, I walk straight to her wheel to start picking up my money.

The wind wasn’t strong and didn’t blow it away. There were a lot of people on the road who followed me from the mall and when I stood up they got quiet.

Kneeling on the ground and seriously start picking up my money and put it in my pocket. Why am I kneeling down? I just thought it looks a little cuter. Why did you come back here to pick it up? Because I want the principle to be paid back and my hard work to have a return.

The people around are surprisingly quiet, they have neither dispersed nor stepped forward to help me. They’re just standing quietly watching me.

"OK... You’ve recovered enough. I'll buy you a new suitcase."

"Oh ..."

I get up, get in the car and close the door, a set of actions with little delay. Do you think you're not being stared at?! One more thing...

What was that feeling of a hand manipulating me at the time I was hit?

Is this a chance for me to change my life?

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