StarCraft: Everyone wants the Queen

Chapter 240 He 'died' and came back to life.

Just as Desk had finally managed to calm down and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath, he heard what Lia said.

She said she was also there to check in.

These words struck him like a heavy hammer, freezing his blood and making it difficult to even breathe.

His throat felt like it was blocked by something, and his voice became trembling.

"You... what did you say you came here for?" Desk's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes held a hint of disbelief and fear.

“You’re here to clock in?” Leah glanced at him, her tone tinged with impatience.

"Desk, what's wrong with you? Are you getting old and your memory is failing you? Are you starting to forget things? What are you doing here if I'm not clocking in for work? Coming to your house for a free meal?"

Lia's words were like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Desk's heart, causing it to plummet to the bottom and shatter into pieces.

Deske's eyes widened, and tears uncontrollably streamed down his face, dripping onto the cold cement floor and leaving a damp patch.

"You, you..." Desk's voice trembled so much that he could barely utter a complete sentence. His fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"What do you mean, 'you'?" Leah smoothed her short, ear-length hair and looked at him as if he were an idiot. "If I don't come to work, who turns on the power to the base? A ghost?"

When the word "ghost" was mentioned, Lia's tone visibly wavered slightly, but she quickly straightened her back and became much more confident.

Since Desk admitted that it wasn't her who beat him up, but a ghost, what else did she have to be guilty of?

Upon hearing this, Desk felt as if struck by lightning, staggered a couple of steps, and almost lost his balance.

His lips trembled, but no sound came out; only tears streamed down his face like beads from a broken string.

"Here's some tissues," Shen Qingqing said, pulling a pack of tissues from her bag and handing it to Desk. "Don't cry. A real man doesn't cry, he bleeds but doesn't shed tears."

A glistening tear rolled down Deske's lower eyelid, hitting the ground and bursting into a bright, sparkling teardrop.

Shen Qingqing felt a pang of pity for him looking so disheveled, but also found it somewhat amusing.

She knew she couldn't let Deske lose face at this moment, so she explained for him, "Deske didn't cry, he just stared with wide eyes because they were too dry."

Deske clenched the tissue in his hand, letting out a low whimper, like a wounded beast.

Suddenly, with a loud "Aww," he collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of her chest so tightly that the veins bulged, and bluish-purple veins appeared on her pale skin.

"Qingqing...you, come here," Desk said weakly, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Shen Qingqing squatted down and handed him her hand as he asked. "What's wrong? Is there anything else you want to say?"

“I…feel it…” Desk held her hand and placed it on his chest. “What did you feel?”

Shen Qingqing thought for a moment and then said, "The fabric of your shirt."

"Anything else?" Desk asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, as if he were anticipating something.

"Hmm..." Shen Qingqing closed her eyes and carefully felt it for a moment, then blurted out, "And that little pocket on your chest that's used to keep your heart warm."

The large hand that held Shen Qingqing's small hand finally lost its strength, as if it had lost all power and means.

The last glimmer of light in Desk's eyes vanished. His lips moved, and with his last ounce of strength, he spoke in a trembling voice:

"No, you didn't touch anything, not even my heart!"

"Because my heart has already sunk to the bottom!"

After saying this, Desk kicked his legs, closed his eyes, and lost consciousness.

Shen Qingqing and Liya looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Shen Qingqing reached out and checked Deske's breathing, finding that he was still breathing.

"He's... dead?" Shen Qingqing asked in disbelief.

Leah frowned, squatted down to check Desk's pulse, and then helplessly shrugged, "He's faking it."

"What was the cause of death?" Shen Qingqing continued her act.

Leah thought for a moment, then shrugged. "It's suspected that he checked in for three consecutive months, only to find that he wasn't number one. His heart shattered, leading to his death."

Shen Qingqing: "..."

Leah: "..."

The two insects remained silent for a while before Shen Qingqing finally broke the silence, "So... what do we do now?"

Leah stood up, dusting her hands off. "What else can we do? Call an ambulance. Although I think he's beyond saving."

Shen Qingqing nodded, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she were seriously considering a profound question.

"Ambulances aren't very effective, are they?" she said calmly, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

“You mean…” Leah raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

She seemed to have guessed what Shen Qingqing was going to say next, but she deliberately dragged out her words, waiting for the other person to finish speaking.

"Contact the crematorium and cremate the body on-site."

Shen Qingqing's tone remained calm and composed, as if she were discussing how to deal with an insignificant item. Her eyes even held a hint of seriousness, as if the suggestion was perfectly reasonable.

After hearing this, Leah couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She shook her head, her tone carrying a hint of approval, "I think it's a good idea."

His gaze fell on Deske, who was lying on the ground, and his smile grew even brighter.

“However,” Lia suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Shen Qingqing, “won’t the crematorium think we were too hasty? After all, he ‘died’ so suddenly, without even leaving a suicide note.”

Shen Qingqing shrugged. "Then let's write one for him. He talks so much anyway, we can just make up a few lines."

Leah nodded, finding the suggestion quite reasonable. She pulled out her terminal from her sleeve, opened her memo app, and began earnestly 'ghostwriting':

Dear World:

I, Desk, have lost all hope after failing to achieve first place in three consecutive months of attendance tracking. Therefore, I have decided to leave the Zerg world. Please scatter my ashes on the attendance machine at the Zerg base, so that I may be with it forever!

Shen Qingqing leaned over for a look and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You wrote such a perfunctory suicide note! If he knew, he would jump up from the ground and berate you."

Leah shrugged dismissively. "He's already 'dead,' so what if he jumps up?"

After saying that, he looked down at Deske lying on the ground and suddenly noticed that his fingers seemed to have moved.

“Wait a minute,” Leah narrowed her eyes, crouched down, and examined him closely. “Did he move?”