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Zhuo Muyang sat on the floor for a long time before slowly regaining his composure. The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, and the noise of "哗哗哗" made him very upset. His legs and feet were weak, and he stood up with the support of the chair. Just picked up the cup on the table and took a big sip of water, before he could swallow it, the breathing light of "Alei" turned on at this moment.

"Master, hello, here is the audio novel "Sneaking Night Attack". The author will broadcast it for you on the [-]th." After the female voice ended, a very calm male voice played the broadcast deliberately Qiang began to narrate the novel: "This was an ordinary night, but a thunderstorm shattered Li Changyu's dream..."

"Pfft..." Zhuo Muyang choked on the saliva as soon as he heard the author's name. He spat it all out and contributed it to the floor, forming a spray-like water trail on it, and some dripped on his chest, getting wet His expensive shirt.

Before he had time to wipe off the water droplets on his body, he just wiped his mouth casually, then quickly sat down in front of the computer, opened the browser, and typed the name of this work and the author in the search box. Although several novels with the same name were found, there was no One was written by the author called "Nineteen Days", and there was no novel that started with this. He was relieved, but a cloud of fog lingered in his heart, and one was not publicly released on the market or on the Internet. Why does the novel appear in the player of "Alei".And whether this thing was struck by lightning and became insane, he didn't give an order and it automatically rang again.

He subconsciously said, "Alei, stop."

"Alei" turned a deaf ear and continued to broadcast the next story: "Three people appeared at the door of his house. The leader held up an arrest warrant and said to him with a smile: 'Mr. Li Changyu, you have been arrested. Please come with us?" Li Changyu rolled his eyes, he seemed to be drawing a route to escape, but the man saw through it, and with a hook of his finger, the two people behind him waited for the opportunity to move, as fast as lightning ..."

The man's voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't make it coincide with the voice in his memory anyway, especially the pen name, which always reminded him of that person. His fingers moved his arm, and he couldn't help but initiate Trembling, even the voice added a trace of panic. Fortunately, no outsiders at home witnessed his distress, so he repeated subconsciously: "A, Alei, stop."

"Alei" paused for a while, and this time he was no longer unresponsive, but continued: "I'm sorry, master, I can't receive your instructions for the time being, and I will continue to play the audio novel "Sneaking Night Attack" for you, author Ten It will be broadcast to you on the [-]th, from the [-]th..." The story continues, "...just like that, Li Changyu's hands were restrained by those two people. He asked him in a mocking voice: "Do you still want to run?" Li Changyu tried to break free, but failed. He gave up struggling and asked, "Who are you?" With a smile on his face, he answered him solemnly: 'Luo Wencheng.'"

The reason why Zhuo Muyang was so sensitive to look up "work and author name" on the Internet was because he had a little doubt about the pseudonym "Nineteen Days", but when he heard the name Luo Wencheng, his eyes widened. Eyes, hairs stood on end, how he wished that his hearing could also be amplified by this action. The reason why he became confident was that this novel was clearly written by his dead boyfriend Jiang Xu, and it was something he had never read before. seen.As for why Zhuo Muyang thought of Jiang Xu through the name Luo Wencheng, it was because Jiang Xu always said in front of him that he particularly liked a mystery novelist in China. So when he said he was going to write a book, he used the names of the characters in the novelist's book to disassemble and reassemble them into the hero in his book, and that name was Luo Wencheng①.

Jiang Xu plays the guitar well, but he has not gained much in writing all the time. Most of the manuscripts he submits fall into the sea.However, during the whole university period, Jiang Xu kept writing and writing, and because of this delayed a lot of things, he had a very unpleasant quarrel with his family on the eve of graduation. His family seemed very angry and directly cut off his source of income.In fact, Jiang Xu seldom talked about his family's situation in front of him. Zhuo Muyang only knew that he had two older sisters. It must be because his parents pointed out his success, and they were so angry when they saw that he was not doing his job properly.

Zhuo Muyang appreciates Jiang Xu's persistence, and also loves his consideration for himself, but once facing "money", Zhuo Muyang feels very unbalanced.At this time, the two of them were relying on him to make money alone, and their lives were very difficult. Jiang Xu, on the other hand, had never cared much about material things, and he felt happy in the bitterness of eating bran and swallowing vegetables.But Zhuo Muyang is different, he grew up eating bran and swallowed vegetables, and his pursuit of material things is even more than ordinary people.

People are like this. When they are in trouble, they can't remember the other party's kindness to him before. They only focus on the gains and losses in front of them and get stuck in their own logic and cannot extricate themselves.Even though Jiang Xu always optimistically told him that it would be fine, Zhuo Muyang felt that he would not be able to hold on anymore.He persuaded Jiang Xu to go out and find a job, but this person just stayed at home and wrote something, claiming that this matter was very important to him, and if he failed again this time, he might never have the courage to pursue his dream for the rest of his life.

Zhuo Muyang was exhausted from working several jobs every day, but Jiang Xu was talking to him about empty and unrealistic things like dreams. He wanted to laugh when he heard it. After all, he couldn’t get his diploma and degree certificate because of his poor grades. After studying for four years, he could only drop out of college and couldn't find a decent job, but he didn't feel that it was a small loss because he had to save enough capital to start a business. For rich people, education is not so important.

Maybe hard work can really make up for it. One day Jiang Xu called him excitedly, saying that he had received a manuscript fee for a novel, which was tens of thousands of yuan. How many times did they quarrel before Zhuo Muyang heard the number? The time is negligible, and he has even planned in his mind to use the money to improve his life or as the start-up capital for starting a business, but at this time, Jiang Xu did something that made him unbelievable, that is, he unexpectedly Bought a used car.When he happily held the car key, he excitedly showed off to him: "Mu Yang, I can pick you up to and from get off work every day."

Zhuo Muyang exploded at that time, his mind went blank, and he yelled at Jiang Xu: "Are you fucking sick? We live this kind of life, but you use this money to buy a car? I really don't know you What do you think!"

Jiang Xu stared at him with the car keys in his hand. After coming over for a while, he forced a smile and said, "I can still write. Look, I still have a lot of manuscripts on my computer..." He said He couldn't go on anymore, with that smile, his eye circles turned red all of a sudden, and he spoke with some aggrieved emotions, he tried his best to control himself not to cry, and he did, but at this moment, Zhuo Muyang turned his head gone.

Because Zhuo Muyang really can't understand this logic, he has been poor for half his life, and when he sees money, he wants to improve his life, instead of squandering it to buy a dispensable car.

This was the last straw that overwhelmed Zhuo Muyang. After all, if, if Jiang Xu didn't buy that car, then he wouldn't die...

Looking back, Zhuo Muyang also reflected on it. He had to admit that he was able to choose this path because of Jiang Xu's influence.Since writing can be exchanged for money, what is the purpose of his hard work?

But the current reality is impossible!Jiang Xu is obviously dead, so how could his novel be made into an audiobook and broadcast.Wait, is the author and the speaker both on the nineteenth?Then what is his voice, and how did he do it?Why didn't he think of this just now.

Zhuo Muyang was so frightened by this thought that he broke out in a cold sweat. It must be the same name, someone must have used Jiang Xu’s name, it must be... yes, it must have been done by him before he was alive, maybe his family saw him die The manuscript left behind, used his voice to synthesize this novel. After all, it can be done with the current technical means, because if you listen carefully, the voice line is always a little strange.After all, Jiang Xu has been dead for so long, almost a year!

This was a kind of psychological hint, and it was with this kind of hint that he told himself firmly: Yes, that's it!

But thinking this way always felt unsafe. Although he missed him, he didn't want to be shrouded in Jiang Xu's voice through this supernatural way.

When people are frightened, they always become dull. He couldn't think of any other way, so he had to call "Alei" a few more times, trying to stop it, but this thing didn't listen to his call at all, and just kept going. It's broadcasting by itself.What the hell, Zhuo Muyang didn't care whether he lost the manuscript or not, and tremblingly found the power cord to cut off its power supply, but at this time, its built-in battery played a protective role, only listening to "Alei" use it The pleasant voice prompts: "Master, you have cut off my power supply, which can only last for [-] hours at present. In order to avoid loss of your data, if you want to stop the writing assistance function, please answer and confirm."

"Confirm." Zhuo Muyang said firmly.

The breathing light of "Alei" flashed, and said: "Master, it has been detected that your home's power supply is normal, and the writing assistance function has stopped failing. Please plug in the power supply. Our company will not be responsible for any loss caused by improper operation. "

What the hell kind of system is this?Zhuo Muyang was so angry that he almost lost control. He raised "Alei" over his head and was about to fall, but he calmed down.He thought of his unfinished work and the money he received on his bank card and the peak life he just got, and soon regained his senses. He put "Alei" back on the table and plugged it in.

At the same time, during the whole process, the broadcast of the novel "Sneaking Night Attack" is still going on...