The Urban Legends of Monsters Chapter 1: Letter

A letter

"I'm a messenger, please give me your letter and postage, and specify the deadline you need." The girl's crisp voice came into the window, causing the boy standing by the window to look up.

The girl outside the window sat lightly on the high-voltage wire, her body swaying gently with the wires blown by the wind. She was wearing a strange ancient costume made of tulle, but a pair of long snow-white legs stretched out of the skirt, naked in this heavy snow. There were several gold and silver rings with bells hanging on their bare feet, and the bells swayed in the wind and made a subtle sound. The most surprising thing is probably that behind her, a pair of large wings with colorful feathers are slowly converging.

The boy looked at her blankly, and after a while he uttered two words: "Monster."

"Who's the monster!" A small stone flew in from the window and hit the boy on the head, the girl said angrily, "Seeing a beauty like me, you shouldn't be called a fairy, at least you should be called a fairy. Angel."

"It's obviously a monster." The boy muttered, looked away, and resumed the posture before the girl called him, standing there motionless, looking at the corner of the courtyard outside the window.

"Hey, did you call me here just to let me see you in a daze!" The girl waited for a while and then shouted impatiently.

The boy didn't react as if he didn't hear it.

The girl angrily threw the small stones in her hands into the window one by one, each of which hit the boy's head accurately. The boy finally got angry, grabbed the stone beside his feet and wanted to throw it back, only to find out that it was not a stone at all, but a crystal emerald, shining brightly in his palm. He hurriedly looked at his feet, red, blue, green...a dozen or so beautiful gems were lying on the ground like that, glittering in the sunlight, all of them were the girl like throwing stones Throw it over and hit him.

"Let me explain..." The girl threw another "stone" to attract the boy's attention. "I don't accept that kind of stone as a reward. Remember, if you let me send a letter, I only accept gold, only gold!" the girl announced loudly to the boy from the window.

"Is this a gem?" the boy asked curiously.

"Yes, it's a gem." The girl still had several in her hands, and she simply threw it over, "I declare first, I will never be fooled by you sly customers again, what is the use, etc. In fact, what is the difference between this and letting me do white labor? Really!”

Seeing the girl's indignant look, the boy asked puzzledly, "But aren't gems also very valuable?"

"It's very valuable, but it's useless to me, and they can't be spent as gold. No matter how good the jewelry is, if you have two or three hundred pieces, you will get tired of it!"

"You can exchange them for gold." With so many gems, it should be worth a lot of money, right? The boy did a little calculation in his head, and he thought it was a very impressive number.

"I'm a messenger, and messengers can't sell items, do you understand? We're not merchants, our job is to deliver letters! So I only get paid in gold, I only use it for consumption, and I don't sell anything. Items—this is the rules, you know the rules!"

"I don't understand." The boy shook his head in confusion. It's alright if things are valuable. How can there be so many strange theories.

"Anyway, you can pay for gold. The amount of gold is equal to the amount of your letter × the distance you want to deliver the letter ÷ the number of days in your deadline. If the result is zero, then you only need to pay one or two." The girl said Reach out to him and add, "If you don't know arithmetic, I can do the math for you—as long as you don't mind."

"But I don't understand what you're talking about, I'm not going to send any ghost letter!" The boy finished impatiently, lost interest in talking to the girl again, and began to look out the window again to send his own dazed words.

"You don't send a letter? What do you call me for if you don't send a letter? Are you kidding me? I still have more than 170 letters waiting to be sent, three of which are due tomorrow! I'm going to clean up the house for my boyfriend - we only have the chance to meet like this in half a year! I put down so many things to meet your request, but after talking so much nonsense to me, you say you don't send letters at all!" The girl hovered in front of the window, flapped her wings, pointed at the boy angrily, and said, "Do you think that in the contract signed between us, one of us, the messenger, has only obligations but no rights? Either you will give me a letter and payment now. , or pay the liquidated damages! Otherwise, I will let you and your family's bad faith spread throughout the Nine Realms, and no one will dare to deal with you in the future!"

The boy raised his head impatiently and scolded: "Didn't I tell you, nasty monster, I didn't have a letter to deliver, and I didn't ask you to come, so you came here to talk to me, I don't care about you at all Don't be fussy anymore!"

"What are you talking about, you untrustworthy liar, teasing me and making excuses?"

"You nasty tangled monster!"

"You damned liar!"

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The two of them quarreled across the window. They both thought the other was unreasonable and vexatious. In the end, it was the girl who thought it was not worth wasting her precious time on such a nasty ghost, so she left angrily: "You It's better to remember it for me, I won't let it go." Then he flapped his wings and flew away, the boy rolled her eyes at her back and started to be in a daze again.

The sun was moving on the wall, moving little by little to the middle of the room. When the shadow of the window lattice became the shortest in the day, the girl appeared out of the window again, slapped the window and roared at the boy: "Again. It's you! Say, are you sending letters or not!"

The boy answered her loudly: "Don't send it! Go away! You monster, what are you doing here!"

"You liar, I'm really welcome to disturb me again!" The girl didn't bother to talk about it this time, so she turned around and flew away. The boy was also very angry at her for disturbing him repeatedly. The gems she had dropped before were yelling at her back: "Hate monster, get out of here!"

Both of them decided that the other was deliberately making trouble with them, and then affirmed that the other was a nasty guy, and in their hearts, they wished to never see each other again. But it backfired. A few hours later, when the sun was halfway behind the buildings, the girl returned to the window again.

Her pretty face was contorted by the atmosphere, and she clasped the glass with her fingers and shouted, "Are you playing the 'wolf is coming' game! I warn you, I will take your entire Families crossed off my customer list! I'm telling all the couriers to never deal with your family of liars again! Teasing couriers for fun, I've never heard anything like that, I've never heard anything so outrageous thing!"

The message of "I have an important letter" from the service contract she was signed, flew over from the east of the city over and over again, and this time it was during her date with her boyfriend, why didn't she get angry ? Usually because of her profession as a messenger, a girl has always been respected, at least everyone is polite to her. The first time she encountered such an encounter, she was a little too angry, and she said it again and again. Temper, threatening to advertise the boy and his family as liars.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't call you here, and I don't know what a messenger is. You say I called you, teased you, and brought out the evidence, otherwise you're a liar." The boy was inexplicably scolded by her liar and liar, and naturally he was also angry, jumping and shouting at her.

"You want evidence?" It wasn't easy. The girl stretched out her hand, and a small bell on one of the bracelets on her wrist detached from her hand, flew into the window lightly, stopped in front of the boy, and spat out A mass of light. In the changing light, a pattern appeared. It was this boy. He was calling with a helpless expression: "Please help me... I want to send him a letter... Please help me..." The sad face of the boy in the picture is so different from this boy that they don't look like the same person at first glance.

"And this, this..." A few small bells came flying again, and the scene was the same, except that the boy's call was more urgent and anxious each time, it was the kind of helpless despair The expression made this girl rush over for the third time after being deceived twice, and it turned out to be another deception.

"Do you still want to deny it? Don't think that our messengers don't make a 'backup' when they accept a job, we will have a detailed record of each job!" The three small bells were shaking, and the image of a boy appeared at the same time, a girl. Said triumphantly, "If you want to deny it, at least you have to come up with a more clever trick. Use such a trick to fight against me, hum..."

"I... didn't say that, you faked it..." the boy said flatly.

"What, you..." Even in front of the evidence, the young girl had no idea that someone would be so cheeky, so angry that she couldn't say a word, she pointed at the other party and shivered.

"I really didn't say it... Although I really have something I want to tell him, but I haven't said those words, and I haven't called a messenger, and I didn't know there was a messenger like you, postman. Shouldn't they all wear green uniforms and only deliver letters? If you send letters, don't you have to go to the post office by yourself?" The boy looked at her blankly.

No, he really doesn't seem to know...

The girl touched her head. How could she have sent a message without knowing it? By the way, his age seems to be too young...

"I don't know you. You don't seem to have signed a service contract with me. It should be someone else in your family, or your ancestors signed a contract with my uncle? Because I have a large number of customers from my uncle. Inherited from there (she has not completely sorted out these customer information until now), you may not know that your elders have this contract? But according to the contract, good things will automatically notify you when you want to send a letter The nearest courier - I happen to be in this city. Go back and ask your elders and you'll understand what's going on."

The boy said blankly: "I have no elders, I am an orphan."

"That's no wonder, it's your family who haven't had time to tell you about it..." The girl suddenly realized. She looked at the boy up and down again: "I'll take a closer look, oh... your monster blood is also very weak, maybe there is an ancestor from the seventh or eighth generation who was a monster-probably you yourself don't Do you know that?"

"You're the monster! I'm a human!" the boy yelled angrily, and no one would be indifferent when someone said they were a monster.

"Of course you are not a human being. Among my clients, there are no mortals in the human world. I am a very pure messenger and pay great attention to clients."

Nowadays, some messengers will answer any kind of letters in order to expand their business, and messengers like her from a family of messengers are very disdainful of this situation. Messengers travel through all walks of life, serving the gods, monsters, immortals, and gods, not for the human beings in the human world. They have their own postal network and their own technology. They should not exist on the customer list of the messengers, unless this mortal person If you are a cultivator, or if you have a monster, or a **** and the people, you have the possibility of being accommodating.

"Although your bloodline is far away, you are still among my clients, not to mention that your ancestors signed a contract with the messengers of our family. As soon as you have any letters you want to send, I just happen to be there. As soon as I asked, I was summoned and had to come." The girl sighed, and after tossing it several times, it didn't seem that the other party was completely wrong. "Forget it, I admit that it wasn't your fault just now, but that I was too boring. I took back what I said you were a liar and apologized to you. You can hand me the letter."

"Then I apologize too, I shouldn't call you a monster...though you are indeed weird..."

"Insincere guy! Believe it..."

The girl flew in directly through the window as if there was nothing in front of her. Those aluminum alloy windows, glass, and anti-theft iron windows had no effect on her at all. "Please send me the letter and payment and I will deliver it for you."

"Can you really help me deliver the letter?" The boy was a little disbelieving.

"Of course, you want me to say it a few times, I'm a professional messenger, professional, you know? No matter where your recipient is or what the background is, as long as you pay gold, give me a reasonable deadline. I can send it—of course, if you say that you will send it to Kunlun, but you only give me one day, you can only ask someone who is smart.”

"I...have no gold..."

"What? I don't do white labor!" The professional smile on the girl's face disappeared immediately, and she turned to leave.

"I, I only have this!" The boy held out his hand and showed her the gem he picked up.

"This is originally mine, and I won't be fooled again, I won't ask for these useless things again, no, I just want gold!" The girl declared decisively.

The boy lowered his head and stopped talking. After being silent for a long time, the girl finally couldn't help but ask again: "You really don't have any gold?"

"No..."

"Does the recipient of your letter have gold?"

"He... should have..." The boy's eyes were blank.

"Okay, let's set a recipient to pay." The girl said cheerfully, "Give me the letter and the recipient's name, there is still a time limit."

The boy's eyes widened: "The recipient pays? Is that okay?"

"Why not, I also sent a divorce book worth fifty thousand taels of gold—of course the recipient paid for it. You didn't see the expression on that Hua Xin Lang at that time, haha, it was wonderful, he was I almost jumped off a cliff because of my debt!" The girl proudly showed off the good things she had done to the boy.

"It's just that you teamed up to blackmail people." The boy muttered softly.

The girl narrowed her eyes: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly. Do you want to send your letter, or I'll leave if you don't?"

After thinking about it, the boy stretched out his hand and said to her, "I'm going to send him a message and tell him..."

"Dean, do you really want to reduce or exempt the medical expenses of the patient with the nineteen beds?" the director of surgery asked cautiously. This is really not like the dean's usual style. The boy's family did not find the media, nor did they seek help from the society. Even if the medical expenses were reduced or exempted for him, it would not bring any benefits to the hospital's reputation. They all put the word "interest" on their lips.

The gray-haired dean leaned against the window and jumped out and looked out. After a while, he nodded and said, "Yes..."

"But such a large sum..."

The dean thought for a long time before answering the question: "Xiao Xu, last night, I had a dream of a woman with wings, and sent me a letter asking me to Help this child..."

As the dean is getting older, he begins to believe that karma is chaotic and karmic, and this idea immediately popped into the minds of his subordinates.

"Do you know who sent the letter? It's me, it's me! You don't know, I actually had this disease when I was young. This disease is well cured, but because there is no Money, I can see the death day by day. One of my parents died because they overworked and earned money for my medical treatment, and the other committed suicide because of despair. , and adopted me so that I survived and had the opportunity to get a good education.

When I lay in the hospital bed, I swore more than once in my heart: If I can grow up, I must be a good doctor, I will treat children who are in the same situation, and Don't want their money so that their families don't face the same situation as mine. But, I forgot... I don't know when, I forgot all of this, I forgot it completely... I only have the interests of the hospital left in my heart... Last night in a dream, I received It's my own letter, when I was young, I scolded me... This matter is settled, you can do it..."

It's a strange thing to be scolded by myself in a letter in a dream...

The dean shook his head and looked out the window with a smile.

I have decided to set aside a fixed fund every year to help families with sick children like this, even if it is for a childhood dream.

The subordinates walked out one after another, still somewhat disapproving of the Dean's decision. The dean studied medicine abroad when he was young. After returning to China, he was famous all over the country for his superb medical skills. After middle age, he founded this private hospital. Now this hospital has developed to a scale comparable to that of a large state-owned hospital~IndoMTL .com~ This dean is beyond reproach regardless of his medical skills, character or ability. He only places too much emphasis on the word "interest" and does not do anything useless in his life. If the patient pays a penny less, he will also. Watching the other party die at the door regardless. However, the price of his hospital is fair and the price of medicine is low, so he did not accuse him of bad medical ethics. Unexpectedly, when he grows old, he also has a conscience to discover, one day when his heart softens, it seems that no matter how high education he has received or how scientific career he is engaged in, when people get old, they will be involuntarily afraid of gods and Buddhas. .

"I sent a letter to myself, and I found a courier specially, and said that the fee should be paid in gold, and asked me to pay... When did I have such a good imagination..." The dean looked out the window and asked himself muttering.

Suddenly the phone on the table rang: "I'm... my wife, what's the matter? What, the thief... lost something? Didn't hurt anyone? ...Call the police, report it, I'll go back right away...Golden necklaces, gold rings, gold ingots? Are these things missing? Strange, there is a passbook worth tens of thousands of yuan in my drawer...No, no, it's not a private house Money... Anyway, I'll go back right away..."

He hurriedly hung up the phone and went out. In the corner under his desk, a few small "pebbles" were exuding a charming light in the sun...

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