Weibo forwarded the lottery and won a smart speaker

It will be July and a half soon, and the hustle and bustle of Qixi Festival for couples has almost become a thing of the past. The increasingly scarce crowds on the streets and the fires lit by passers-by burning paper at the intersections, on the contrary, set off the gloomyness of the upcoming Hungry Ghost Festival. atmosphere.

Because Zhangzhou is located in the north, it has been hot for a few days after autumn. Just after a light rain, at night, there will be a northerly wind. At this time, the crickets' chirping seems weak, almost ending the summer with neighing. .It just so happened that the day was cloudy, and the moon was blocked by dark clouds, so there was no light at all. A corner of Zhangzhou’s old town was the old housing area that was about to be relocated. It was too dark here, and almost no one lived here , The street lights have long been broken, and this atmosphere adds a bit of chill to the night out of thin air.

When Bian Zeming came out of the old building, he was covered in goosebumps by the gusts of wind. He subconsciously rubbed his arms and shrunk his neck, thinking why it was so cold today.The car was parked at the entrance of the community, and there was still a distance from here. He turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and the glaring white light illuminated the bumpy ground. Because he felt cold, he walked a few steps quickly, wanting to go home quickly , because I haven't given Gong Xu a massage today, and I will make him unhappy again if I go back late.But he suddenly felt that there was something wrong in this quiet old street. He looked around, but found nothing abnormal. He was keenly aware that something unclean was stuck behind him, and he couldn't throw it away. Can't get rid of it.Bian Zeming was not superstitious at first, but this feeling coupled with the atmosphere of the Ghost Festival made him really scared, so he simply changed to a trot, but after only a few steps, the back of his head was suddenly hit by a sharp blunt After being hit hard, before he could react, he fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness. The mobile phone was also thrown out, and the light of the flashlight illuminated the old street.

At this time, a strong man with a sharp knife in his hand appeared from the darkness, the cool light hit his face, and he saw a sneer on his ugly scar face, he looked at him coldly Looking at Bian Zeming, who fell on the ground, he muttered: "I'm taking money from people to eliminate disasters for others, brother, I'm sorry."

Then, the hand raised the knife and fell...

Zhuo Muyang hadn't gone out for a few days. After he posted Weibo that day, the Internet public opinion came to him overwhelmingly. Although he resisted in his heart, he couldn't control the inner demons that forced him to pay attention to the development of the matter. As a result, he spent the whole day checking Weibo.Needless to say, his comments, retweets, and even private messages are no longer the praises of the past, but clamoring for him to come out and apologize to the [-]th, and some people even set up a coalition to boycott him and his editor Xiaolu, and even more so. Some even want to flesh him out, warn him not to go out, and be careful not to be beaten to death...

As for the "Sneak Night Attack" on the "[-]th", apart from the support of old fans, it was also misunderstood because of being slandered, coupled with his tragic experience and constant feedback after donating part of the proceeds, the fan growth rate is extremely fast Hurry up, the data is even more beautiful than his previous ones, and several film and television companies hope to sign a contract with him.This made Zhuo Muyang even more angry, because it was not just jealousy.When he lost his mind, he smashed the water dispenser at home to vent.

Just as the so-called house leak happens to rain overnight, just the afternoon before yesterday, the evidence about his plagiarism of "Nineteen Days" was released through the official Weibo of "Alei".Evidence points out that his two current works are completely plagiarized from "Nineteen Days". Among them, his famous work was published on a secret private blog as early as a year ago. 》, this Weibo also announced the link and access password of the private blog, and the date of publication was August 2017, which was before the "8th" car accident.And another novel written by him using the writing function of "Alei", originally called "Criminal Evidence", this is the original work of "Nineteen Days". "'s family members sent it to Zhuo Muyang's editor Xiaolu's mailbox.Relevant screenshot evidence also shows that the creation time of these two articles was before the death of "[-]th".At this time, the website came to make trouble for him. The website sent three statements to appease the netizens, and he called him no less than twenty calls, but he didn't answer a single one.He wished this kind of scandal would disappear out of thin air, who would be stupid enough to answer the phone.

Zhuo Muyang was so angry that veins burst out on his forehead, and he was shaking like a sieve, because a lot of evidence pointed to the fact that he plagiarized the "Nineteen Days" work, and there was no power to refute it.At this moment, he knew that he was completely notorious, and he could not wait to dig out the dead Jiang Xu from the grave and flog the corpse, and what was more damning was this man named Bian Zeming, who was taken away by the two of them. Everything he currently has.

Right, that is it.

"Hey, act early." Zhuo Muyang said hoarsely.He hadn't eaten or slept well for several days. As long as he closed his eyes, it would be a nightmare. His anger overwhelmed his mind, so he picked up his mobile phone and called the man.

Even though the man was reluctant to say that today is not a good time, he still couldn't hold him back and said, "Okay."

The waiting was stalemate and tormented. Zhuo Muyang circled the room desperately, his palms were dripping with cold sweat, and the corner of his mouth had a large blister due to the accumulated pressure, and the pus was wrapped in it. It glows yellow.He no longer pays attention to any news on Weibo. Anyway, if he fights his back, how can he care about others pouring dirty water on him?

He remained in this state until after eleven o'clock in the evening, when the man called and said that the matter was settled, and asked Zhuo Muyang to transfer the money to him quickly.

This was great news. After being overjoyed, Zhuo Muyang calmed down.He kept an eye out for it, saying that he would only give the money if he was sure that Bian Zeming was indeed dead.

"Don't play tricks, I warn you!" the man said viciously.

Zhuo Muyang said to him: "You have helped me accomplish such a big thing, and I am going to give you some more. How about this? I will add [-] yuan to the original amount, and I will give you the [-] yuan now." Fight the past, and the rest can only be played after seeing the result."

Although the man was unwilling, an agreement was reached after threatening him.

It was almost a sleepless night again, Zhuo Muyang was restless, the TV was on, the computer was on, and the mobile phone was in his hand, he didn't want to miss a piece of social news.His own affairs are in the dust, and there are too many lice and it doesn't itch. He is most concerned about whether Bian Zeming is dead or not.

But this day and night, the local news in Zhangzhou was as quiet as if nothing had happened.And at this critical time, the community where he lived had a power outage. He called the Electric Power Bureau and was told that it was for circuit maintenance and would be shut down for a whole day.

Zhuo Muyang didn't dare to use his mobile phone anymore, he had to save the battery to wait for the result, so he decided to sleep well to nourish his energy.Now that you have done it, you are not afraid of failure.

It was bright again, and the wind last night made the sky blue and blue, as beautiful as an oil painting.He stood up and stretched, and the man called again.His gloomy and hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, stimulating Zhuo Muyang's nerves this morning, "Zhangzhou police posted a Weibo, you can go and see."

Zhuo Muyang quickly turned on the phone, and a piece of news just popped up on the screen. He clicked on it and saw that it was really about Bian Zeming—"Recently, a murder case occurred in the old city of our city. The victim was blunted. After being attacked with a weapon, he was stabbed several times and died. He was discovered by sanitation workers in the early hours of yesterday and called the police. The victim, a 23-year-old man, was murdered. The police are now looking for clues from the general public, hoping to solve the case as soon as possible.”

Afterwards, the man called again, and he said, "Look, I've succeeded. Give me some money so I can run away. You know, I can't afford to go around after messing with the Gong family."

"Okay." Zhuo Muyang's heart was like a flower blooming, and the only smile in the past few days finally appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile tore the pustule, and yellow water flowed down the corner of his mouth, like sinful venom. Under this sunshine, flowers of evil are watered...

Zhuo Muyang naturally didn't dare to provoke such a desperado, so he hung up the phone and quickly opened the mobile bank to transfer money to that man, but for some reason, the transfer failed after three attempts.He tried it again with a computer, but with the same result.But when he called the bank, the bank told him that the account had been frozen.

"Frozen? Why?" Zhuo Muyang asked the soft-spoken female customer service angrily.

The customer service said softly: "Mr. Zhuo, please be calm and calm, I will check for you."

Zhuo Muyang held his mobile phone to his ear and walked around the room anxiously. After a while, the customer service said: "Mr. Go to the window with your ID card and check."

After hanging up the phone, the man called again quickly, urging him to pay the money quickly, Zhuo Muyang explained a few words, but the other party didn't believe it at all, he had no choice but to wait for the bank to go to work to check , and promised to send money to him within one day.

The other party laughed, as if he didn't believe him, and hung up the phone directly.

Zhuo Muyang was disconnected from the Internet for a whole day, completely unaware of what happened. He sat in front of the computer and read Weibo about himself like a drug addict.After brushing and brushing, he finally found the reason, because he saw that Shengyun Film and Television Company, which he signed a contract not long ago, issued a statement in conjunction with several other companies that bought the copyright of his novel. The statement was sharp, like a serious The judge is adjudicating his crime, but the central idea is that because his work is suspected of plagiarism, he will be prosecuted and his account has been sealed.

He just fell asleep, and so many things happened.

After reading it, Zhuo Muyang seemed to understand.

That seemingly elegant man with the surname Chu was able to make a name for himself in the film and television industry, which shows that he has a lot of hands and eyes, so what's the point of sealing his account?Don't think about it, all his funds may be frozen, even the house he lives in may be seized.But what he didn't understand was, why in this not-so-clean circle, many plagiarized works can be broadcast, but he should be treated specially?Just because he plagiarized?It shouldn't be just because of this.But why, he had no answer at all.