Chapter 3

**Update Time: March 19, 2013**

A week later, the middle-aged man's detention period was over.

As he left, he patted Zhang Yang's shoulder and said, "Young man, if you're not feeling well, go to the hospital. You should treat any illness early! Sigh, how could a couple of beer bottles have damaged your head so badly?"

Zhang Yang could only smile bitterly and shake his head, unable to argue or even try to.

It wasn't entirely his fault that he was considered mentally ill. After seeing the guard's underwear, he turned his head and saw the other people in the detention room. In that incongruous feeling, he could vaguely see through their outer clothes. If he covered his left eye, which was the source of the incongruity, he could even see the lumps of flesh inside their underwear clearly!

To confirm whether he had X-ray vision, Zhang Yang waited until the others were asleep, then went over and lifted their blankets to peek at their underwear. It's easy to imagine the chaos that ensued when he was discovered. Being considered mentally ill was already a good outcome; he wasn't labeled a pervert and beaten up, partly because he was tall and strong, and had been detained for fighting.

Fortunately, it was all over now!

Zhang Yang finally confirmed that he had X-ray vision. What made him a bit depressed was that the vision lasted only about ten minutes. Once the cool sensation disappeared, he returned to normal. The cool sensation was very unstable, sometimes entering his left eye and sometimes his right. Whenever it came, he also felt dizzy.

There was no way around it; once his eyes were out of sync, his entire sense of perception was thrown off.

In the following days, Zhang Yang was in a daze. What could he do with X-ray vision?

Buy lottery tickets? Discover treasures? Gamble on jade? Peep at women?

Like a sudden lottery winner, he was in a daze, not knowing how time passed!

Finally, his detention period was over, and Zhang Yang walked out of the detention center with a light step.

Breathing in the fresh air and looking at the vast sky, Zhang Yang almost shed tears.

Those who had never lost their freedom couldn't imagine how difficult it was to endure those days!

Zhang Yang swore: "I will never come back here, not in this lifetime!"

Although life was tough, he could do whatever he wanted! Eat whenever he wanted, sleep whenever he wanted! Never before had he felt that even going to the bathroom required a report, and this was no life for a human being!

A red light flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes. The bastards who sent me here, when I find you, I'll make you taste a hundred times worse than this. Detention center, I'll send you to prison!

After changing buses several times to return to his neighborhood, Zhang Yang didn't even go home. He found a bathhouse and took a thorough bath. Coming out of the bath, he bought a set of clothes from a small store with the last two hundred yuan he had. It wasn't superstition; his original clothes were covered in blood and couldn't be worn.

What made him even angrier was that during his fifteen days of detention, not a single person came to see him. The colleagues he had drunk with that day had all vanished without a trace!

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the old landlady came out and asked, "Zhang Yang, where have you been? You haven't been back for half a month! The rent is due at the end of the month! Don't say I'm heartless, but if you don't have the money, you'll have to move out. I rely on this rent to live!"

Zhang Yang replied, "I know! Don't worry, I won't owe you anything!"

"Oh, what happened to your face? You're injured! We are honest people, if you were fighting, I can't rent you the house!" the old landlady said.

Zhang Yang explained, "I didn't fight! I fell while delivering goods and got a cut on my face. It's already healed!"

Shaking his head helplessly, he opened the door and returned to his doghouse. This old landlady, with nothing to do all day, just observed what others were doing. He couldn't understand how her curiosity could be so strong!

Speaking of the scar, Zhang Yang was also very surprised. It was only after a week that he noticed a scar on his face. How strange, the beer bottle hit his head, but he ended up with a scar on his face!

And the scar healed very quickly. By the time Zhang Yang noticed, it was already a faint mark.

If you didn't look closely, you couldn't see it!

A scar suddenly appearing on his originally fair face, Zhang Yang was understandably depressed. But the scar was getting lighter, and he believed it would disappear completely in a few days.

What Zhang Yang didn't notice was that after the scar appeared, his originally ordinary face had undergone a subtle change, giving him a strange aura. This aura didn't disappear with the scar, and with this aura, Zhang Yang was no longer the unremarkable boy he used to be.

This could be considered a blessing in disguise!

This was a shantytown in the Hedong District of Jincheng City, where Zhang Yang rented a place. The house was left by the old landlady's ancestors. The small courtyard had several added rooms, housing seven families. Like the old Beijing siheyuan, but without the TV dramas, everyone was busy with their own affairs, and they rarely interacted.

Zhang Yang rented the smallest room, only about ten square meters, with no kitchen. A bed and a few belongings were all he had, and it was no wonder the old landlady was worried. If Zhang Yang left without a word, the things in the room wouldn't even cover the rent.

Although the monthly rent was only three hundred yuan.

Lying on his wooden bed and hearing the familiar creaking, Zhang Yang sighed. Indeed, no matter how luxurious, nothing could compare to one's own humble abode! As for his job, Zhang Yang was prepared. After being absent for half a month, how could that stingy boss wait for him?

He probably hired a new employee the day after Zhang Yang was detained.

This society lacked everything but people, especially ordinary workers!

Zhang Yang sighed helplessly. However, he still decided to go to the company the next day, not for those unrighteous people, but to get his deposit back. He had paid a thousand yuan as a deposit for this courier job!

Lying there for a while, Zhang Yang felt a sudden movement. The cool sensation once again surged into his left eye.

After a few days of exploration, Zhang Yang had confirmed that the cool sensation alternated between his left and right eyes. For example, if his left eye could see through things on the first day, it would be his right eye on the second day. Zhang Yang could now control the timing of the cool sensation to some extent.

However, the duration of the X-ray vision remained unchanged, still about ten to fifteen minutes. No matter how hard he tried, it didn't work beyond fifteen minutes.

Today, he hadn't used his ability yet. Zhang Yang was a bit worried that his ability might not work outside the detention center. He had resisted the temptation to use it on the well-dressed women he saw on the way, fearing the shock.

As the cool sensation surged, Zhang Yang covered his right eye. With no one around, he decided to give it a proper test. Indeed, the wall disappeared, and Zhang Yang could clearly see the TV in the neighboring room!

"Yay!" Zhang Yang exclaimed excitedly.

The ability hadn't disappeared; he really had X-ray vision. Thinking about this, Zhang Yang couldn't control himself and burst into laughter!

He felt as if a beautiful life was waving to him!

After a long while, Zhang Yang's excitement subsided. He couldn't help but look at the neighboring room again. It was real, he wasn't dreaming!

Closing his left eye and opening it again, Zhang Yang, like a child with a new toy, couldn't stop experimenting. Accidentally, his left eye looked at the ground, and suddenly a golden light flashed, hurting his eyes!

Zhang Yang quickly closed his eyes, calmed down, and looked again. What was that golden light?

Curiosity got the better of him, and he focused on the ground. He soon found the source of the light, about a meter underground, a wooden box was buried there! Zhang Yang focused his vision, and the golden light appeared again. This time, he didn't close his eyes, and his breathing quickened!

Gold bars! The small box was filled with gold bars!

Zhang Yang couldn't stand it anymore and sat on the bed.

His eyes were full of golden stars, and he mumbled, "Rich, rich!"

How much were those gold bars worth? Zhang Yang's mouth gaped open, and his mind was a mess!

Take them out, take them out, they're mine, all mine!

Zhang Yang paced back and forth, looking at the concrete floor. He wished he could dig it up right now and take out the gold. Fortunately, he had some sense of calm. He knew this was a rented house, and if he started digging, he would probably be reported to the police by the old landlady before he could even finish!

Thinking of the detention center, Zhang Yang's heart suddenly calmed down!

Stay calm, stay calm!

Zhang Yang kept telling himself until he was completely calm, then he let out a bitter laugh.

Indeed, wealth moves the heart. He had only seen the gold and forgotten that this place didn't belong to him. If there was no concrete floor, he could have dug it up secretly, but with the concrete, even the slightest carelessness would alert others!

How would he explain it then?

Even if he dug out the gold, the old landlady would take it!

Was he just going to be happy for nothing?

Zhang Yang suddenly hated his X-ray vision. Before he saw the gold, he could lie on the bed and sleep peacefully. Now, he couldn't even sit still!

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and decided to go to the company. Staying here would only make him more anxious!

The company was actually a small distribution center. With the rise of online shopping, various logistics companies sprang up like mushrooms after rain. The logistics company Zhang Yang worked for had a grand name: Wontong Logistics.

Zhang Yang's daily job was to pick up and deliver goods, riding his motorcycle around the city. After a hard month's work, he earned only 1,500 yuan. For such a job with no future, Zhang Yang had even paid a thousand yuan deposit.

Thinking of the college graduates who, upon graduation, sat in offices and earned thousands of yuan, Zhang Yang felt extremely unbalanced. Was it just a matter of a degree? They could do what he could do, so why were their salaries so much higher? He and his hardworking colleagues could only barely make ends meet!

**End of Chapter**