A jiyou comes out of the closet

If a good girl would try to skip classes because of her curiosity about unknown things, the rogue little girl who climbed over the wall and went out of school to fight in groups every day, and was carried back to school from Internet cafes by the teaching director countless times, she can "reform evil and return to good" and transform herself into a salty fish The probability of being a student of God... is probably about the same as the chance of the chicken soup for the soul in those books coming true in reality.

Jiang Wanqing was sitting on the operating table. On the hanging needle rack were collected plasma samples from the deceased. She stretched out her slender and straight fingers. The bright red nail polish and the scarlet blood complemented each other brightly. Reflecting a pair of indifferent eyes.

Fu Wen blinked, and asked in disbelief: "Really?" His mother glanced at her reproachfully: "Why did Mom lie to you?"

She was silent for a while, and wanted to take out her mobile phone to chat with Jiang Wanqing, but suddenly remembered that they had only been separated for less than an hour. "What are you thinking about?" Fu Wen shook her head, shaking away those strange thoughts, "Since she doesn't want others to know, why bother to poke people's wounds? In short, she is living happily now. "

Thinking about Fu Wen again, he was dubious: Is she really happy now?

That face is always smiling, but no matter how close she looks to people, there is always a slight coldness all over her body.Although Fu Wen seldom smiles, she always smiles with sincerity, but Jiang Wanqing seems to have been smiling for a long time, and the smile has grown on her face.

Fu Wen looked at Jiang Wanqing's penguin head, inexplicably thought of those eyes, thought for a while, and sent a message: "Qingqing, let me add your three-dimensional number."

Jiang Wanqing was admiring the manicure narcissistically. After hearing the notification tone, she glanced casually and raised her eyebrows: "I seldom get on that account. There are many things, so you can add it."

She sent a series of numbers, and Fu Min's fingers trembled slightly when she clicked on the application. After she succeeded, the first thing she did was to pick up Jiang Wanqing's space, and it was empty, cleaner than the Two-dimensional trumpet.

Fu Wen looked dazed, and after thinking about it, she still planned to skip this matter, sighed and started to type, but she didn't want to write anymore.

The results of "Into the King's Heart" can only be regarded as average among the newcomers of Dianniang. Fu Wen's ambition is too strong, and she always feels that it does not meet her goals, so she can't help but want to go back and revise the article.It should be noted that editing the text during the serialization process is a hellish enjoyment, and it is very easy to be disgusted, but Fu Wen always feels itchy, but "Into the King's Heart" has been updated with 10,000+ words, it is not easy to start from scratch.

"Qingqing, I plan to revise the essay."

Jiang Wanqing: "You can save yourself, the first book should be used as a practice pen, don't be so serious... Oh, by the way, how many words do you expect for this book?"

Fu Wen snapped back and forth with her fingers, flipped through the outline again, and said hesitantly, "About 120 million."

Jiang Wanqing sprayed water on the computer screen.

"120 million!!!" Jiang Wanqing yelled while wiping the computer, "My "Sick Girl" will be finished in a few days, and it will only cost 20. What are you talking about with 120 million words? Hydrology? Eat, sleep, and play Doudou Write back and forth?"

The corners of Fu Wen's mouth twitched: "You are amazing at the end of 20. I generally don't read books with less than 100 million words, 20? It's just a start. More than 100 million is easy to write, just write a little bit and you'll be fine." , Hey, "Into the King's Heart" is an ancient saying and conspiracy, with three volumes, the first, middle and lower volumes, and I have just written the 10,000+ words to enter the court."

Jiang Wanqing was shocked, and the keyboard was crackling by her typing: "I usually read 30 to 80 words, and I don't even read more than [-] words. I can't even read it, let alone write it. I want to finish it after writing [-] words. A million long texts? I can't do it."

Fu Wen didn't dare to tell her that she only watched more than 1000 million words when watching male videos.

Yu Xiuluo actually took the initiative to poke Fu Wen, who was a little stunned, and clicked on the message to see: "Little cutie, do you think Wen has any shortcomings?"

Fu Wen blinked and smiled.

At first glance, it is a new idea, and they will take the initiative to ask readers for advice. Fu Wen and Jiang Wanqing once said in their speeches that they could point out shortcomings or shortcomings when they didn’t understand bullshit at the beginning, but now they don’t I will do this. In the past, I wanted to go to various websites and forums to post self-recommendations, but now I understand that the only way to be honest is to be honest.

Fu Wen is not a girl who likes to bully at heart. Although she had a bad first impression of Yu Xiuluo, she discovered during the conversation that he is actually a cute little boy who is still in junior high school.Fu Wen gradually became less emotional. It was a matter of being more broad-minded, not to mention that Jiang Wanqing is not something anyone can snatch away. She has the confidence to hold on to others, so she doesn't have to worry about what a little Zhengtai can cause. .

According to Yu Xiuluo himself, he is only 14 years old and is in the second year of junior high school. He usually likes to read Tanmei novels, anime and manga, so he wanted to try to write for himself. Who knew that after writing a chapter, he was picked up by the short editor of the editor station. , After successfully signing the contract, I entered the Jinjiang contracted author exclusive forum "Harem" and met the author of a romance article I was chasing before. I clicked on the personal homepage and saw Jiang Fan's Penguin account, so I joined it.

Fu Wen looked at the bright red number "14" on the screen with a complex expression. She is almost 23. People often hear that three years is a generation gap, and Yu Xiuluo and her have three generation gaps...

She's never felt so old before...

"The post-[-]s are not weak now. It's normal. The post-[-]s are about to rise." Jiang Wanqing sent a message while watching the drama and wiping away tears. What else can I say? We are old, mosquito."

Fu Wen leaned on the sofa and looked up to the sky and sighed: "The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and it's too miserable for us front waves to be photographed to death on the beach..."

Yu Xiuluo is young, but his writing style is not bad.Fu Wen never read Tanmei. In order to "investigate" Yu Xiuluo a while ago, he read an ancient Tanmei with tens of thousands of characters in his name from beginning to end, and it looked pretty good!Fu Wen curiously collected the "Quick Transmigration: Violently Violent Those Scumbags", the more it reads, the better it looks, and it can be regarded as a loyal reader.

She was too embarrassed to lie to the child again, and explained honestly: "Actually, I am also an author, but I am not in Jinjiang."

Yu Xiuluo, the cutie, immediately chatted with Fu Wen in full swing, while Jiang Wanqing opened the book "Death Forbids Love" written by Nightmare, and the more she read it, the more frightened she became.The middle school style of this article is obvious, full of almost perverted thoughts, and one of the plots made Jiang Wanqing almost stop breathing for an instant——

"'He is not loyal to love,' Yuno's sweet little face exudes a soft halo, 'I want him to be mine alone, and this heart will always be mine.' The position of a man's heart is A big hole was dug out, and the trickling blood flow gathered on the marble floor, and the splashed blood flowers were like delicate roses, covering the entire diamond corridor. The unfaithful heart was held in the hands of Yuno, It is black and shiny as if soaked in ink, reflecting Yuno's happy and satisfied smile."

Is it a coincidence?

Jiang Wanqing's brows were tightly locked together, and what was even more frightening was that almost at the same time, Zhao Jie called: "Wanqing... come."

Her left eyelid twitched violently: "The fifth one?"

"Yes."

When Rong Zixin's pale face met Jiang Wanqing's eyes, she trembled inadvertently - just yesterday, she and Fu Wen greeted her and An Ruo, when Rong Zixin was still a fresh life.

An Ruo huddled in Fu Wen's arms and cried so hard that she couldn't breathe. Fu Wen usually didn't like to have physical contact with people, but at this time, she didn't care about so much what was there.Even after the death of two roommates, her heart began to faintly panic, and the hand holding An Ruo Shunqi was a little trembling, but she still held her spirits up, and said in a warm voice in An Ruo's ear: " Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there are a lot of people here, we are safe, we will be fine."

Five people died in a row. The behavior of the serial killer is so heinous. When Lin and Ji Huihao rushed to the scene, a microphone poked their mouths and hearts:

"It's been a month, five people have died, and the case hasn't been solved yet. What are you police doing for food?"

"What people's servants? We support you with taxes, and this is how you ruin the trust of the people?"

"Officer Zhao, can you tell the national audience about the current progress of the case? If there is still no hope of solving the case, the media would like to ask the police for an explanation, after all..."

……

Zhao Jie is nearly forty years old, and his wife and children are counting on a meager salary of several thousand yuan a month to support the whole family. He has stayed in the office of the task force for a month and has not returned home to hold his children. The scene, either at the scene or on the way to the scene.A man who stood upright, his eyes were red, his lips squirmed for a long time, and he almost cried.

Su Lin gave Jiang Wanqing a wink, and the latter understood, and pulled Zhao Jie and trace detection expert Ji Huihao straight to the corpse. After evacuating the crowd, Su Lin could still hear Su Lin explaining to the camera with a stiff smile:

"please believe us……"

It’s not incomprehensible, everyone has their own grievances from different positions, and everyone knows what the media is angry about. After all, the impact of this “heart-digging case” is too bad, and one can imagine how angry the masses are.

But how can solving a case be solved by just talking about it?are all people.

Jiang Wanqing knelt beside Rong Zixin. She was exactly the same as the first four corpses. Her heart was dug out and placed next to her. The murderer deliberately poured black ink on the original bright red organs, dyeing them black. The black heart; the blood under the body is like a stream, scattered around the body, like a bloody rose in full bloom.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_Don’t be afraid, it’s not scary, I didn’t dare to write too bloody, it’s very beautiful (Second [-])…