Traveling through Thailand

Chapter 180 Parting

When Jom got the news, he ran to the river with a pale face. When he saw the person being rescued, his legs gave out. If there was no one behind him to support him, he would have fallen to the ground.

“How, how could this happen!!”

Next to this body were the bodies of two other strangers, and all three bodies had horrific scratches on their necks.

A man in police uniform walked up to Yai and said, "Mr. Yai, we've found the person you were looking for. It's just..." He looked at the place where the body was laid. "I'm sorry, but we still have no idea who the murderer is."

"The murderer committed the crime on my territory. This is undoubtedly a slap on the face of my family. I hope you can find the real culprit as soon as possible and give us a clear explanation."

"Yes, we will do our best to find the real culprit and give your family an explanation."

Jom, supported by Yai, walked over to the body. Even with the corpse right before his eyes, he couldn't believe that after chatting with Yai and eating his cooking, they would be in this state again. The deep scratches on the neck, whitened from being soaked in water, were especially noticeable. If you looked closely, you could even see the slit throat.

He tried to speak several times, but his mouth just opened and closed but no sound came out.

Since he was not familiar with the rules of the time, Ming was fully responsible for the funeral. After everything was done, Ming came to Jom, who was sitting on the stairs in a daze, holding the bag he had brought with him.

Jom's eyes, dull and lifeless, trembled when he saw the familiar schoolbag. He knew the specialness of this schoolbag and knew that keeping it would bring hidden dangers.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the dryness in his throat made it difficult for him to pronounce words. He felt much better after drinking the water Yai handed him.

"He brought this bag. Let's bury them together."

Ming shook his head and refused: "This bag was left for you by Tu."

"What?" Jom was puzzled, not understanding what he meant.

Seeing that he wouldn't accept the bag for the time being, she sat on the other side of him and looked into the distance: "Tu said that if he disappears one day and this bag still exists, he will give it to you."

Jom frowned, because the deeper meaning of his words showed that he - Tucha had known that he would leave one day.

Yai, who was sitting next to him, also frowned and asked, "Did he know that he would be in danger?"

"I don't know about that."

"Under what circumstances did he say that?"

Ming tilted his head in thought: "When I signed the contract."

"Contract?" Another word popped out, and Jom's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Well, yes." After saying that, he quickly stood up and ran into the house. Soon, he put a piece of paper in front of Jom.

"Tu asked me to give this to you. I originally wanted to give it to you as a New Year's gift, but I didn't expect this to happen."

Jom took the paper and saw what was on it. His eyes widened. "This."

"Tu said that even if you don't want to be a housekeeper anymore, you can still have an income, so you won't go hungry in this day and age."

Jom clenched the paper in his hand, tears welling up in his dry eyes again. Perhaps it was the glass of water that made his dry eyes fill up with tears again.

He understood Tucha's intentions. He did this to provide himself with a way out. He was clearly the eldest, yet he had been taken care of by Tucha since arriving here.

When he thought back on the few times he had spent with him since coming here, the most memorable ones were the camping trip and their last meeting.

When something was stuffed into his hand again, he came back to his senses. He looked at the black notebook in his hand with a puzzled look: "What is this?"

"This is under the contract paper. I thought it must be important, so I brought it to you."

Jom flipped through the notebook, and the moment he saw the contents inside, he knew that Tu Cha had already made preparations for possible dangers.

This book records many modern favorites. It not only details the recipes but also the amounts of each ingredient. With such detailed instructions, even someone who has never cooked before, with a bit of culinary talent, can create dishes that are nearly identical to the originals by following the instructions step by step.

Ming also saw the record inside, his eyes widened, and then he came to his senses: "No wonder the taste is so different even with the same steps. It turns out they didn't get the exact amount. They knew to put three spoonfuls of salt, but they didn't tell me how much salt a spoonful is."

Jom closed the notebook and hugged it tightly to his chest. "Ming, I'll take this notebook back with me. Tomorrow I'll record the steps for the food you're pickling and give them to you."

Hearing him say that, Ming subconsciously waved his hand to refuse: "No, no, this is Tu's gift to you. You just need to send us the prepared juice every day."

Jom shook his head and stood up: "There are many other delicious foods in here, your portion is not enough. And Tu originally wanted to give it to you, but he just didn't have time." As he said that, he opened the notebook and turned to another page, which contained complaints about Ming.

Ming blushed when he saw the complaints. He shifted his gaze awkwardly and subconsciously defended himself, "Well, I thought he just revealed the recipe, but I didn't know there were so many things to pay attention to."

With this small joke, the sadness between them was slightly relieved.

Jom and Yai returned to their own residence. Yai knew that Jom was in a bad mood today, so he gave him a day off and let him go back to his room to rest.

When Tucha woke up in the hospital, he saw Tay, now with a stubble on his face. The familiarity of his face brought a smile to his face. He tried to speak, but felt a pain in his throat.

Fear flashed in his eyes, and he recalled the last scene he had seen in that world. Thinking of that expressionless face, those cold eyes that looked at a dead object, his already bloodless face paled even more. If he hadn't been able to breathe, he might have been mistaken for a long-dead corpse.

Tay also noticed his fear, and he immediately held down his trembling body: "It's okay, it's okay. The doctor said that the wound on the neck has been sutured, and fortunately the tubes were not damaged. You can't speak now, you can write down anything you want to say." Then he picked up the notebook he had prepared long ago and placed it in front of him.

Clearly, the fears they each imagined were not the same. One was the fear of being killed by a killer, while the other was the fear of being hit by a car, falling into a river, and having his throat slashed by a sharp weapon while fleeing, believing that this time there was no escape.

Tucha looked at the notebook in his hand. He picked up a pen and wrote on it, "Where's Jom?"

Tay sighed when he saw the words on the notebook: "He hasn't woken up yet."

Tu Cha lowered her eyes: Really? He's still in that world. I hope the things left behind can reduce obstacles between him and the one he loves.

Thinking of the car that hit him, he wrote in his notebook with anger on his face: "Where is the driver?"

"The driver died at the scene."

"??"

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Tay clutched his hand tightly, distressed. "That driver took cefuroxime and then drank alcohol. You know that taking these two drugs puts a person on the verge of death."

What he didn't say was that it was his fault that Tu got into a car accident.

A few days ago, the company had a bidding conflict with another party. To retaliate against him, they wanted to target someone close to him. However, they didn't expect the person they targeted to be a fool, still wanting to earn money even with a cold. So, after taking medicine, he resolutely got in the car. But on the way, his craving for alcohol came back, and he couldn't resist and guzzled a bottle of wine.

Just like that, after he finished his work, he disappeared on the spot.

What's even stranger is that he originally wanted to personally lead people to wipe out that guy's lair, but he didn't expect that a group of people would show up and take down that company before them.

Thinking of this, Tay looked at Jom who had fallen asleep again without him noticing.

He suspected Jom wasn't as simple as he appeared. Perhaps... even he himself didn't know there were other forces protecting him that he couldn't even detect.

Tay leaned over to the sleeping Tucha's face and said, "No matter who you are, you are the one I have chosen for my life."