A jiyou comes out of the closet

The two little girls had never seen a dead person before, let alone such a terrible scene of death. They were trembling and hugging each other. When Fu Wen was still comforting them in a low voice, she saw Jiang Wanqing. Ask yourself, and answer casually: "It was my roommate who died."

There was only one thought in Jiang Wanqing's mind at the moment just now: it's over, it's exposed.But seeing Fu Wen's expression was quite calm and calm, even though she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, Jiang Wanqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief: This girl probably won't regard her as a psychopath.

Jiang Wanqing smiled, her face was completely covered with only a pair of eyes, but she could tell that she was smiling.There was still a little sense of distance just now, but now it was broken by those crooked smiling eyes, and Fu Wen also relaxed his tense nerves, listening to Jiang Wanqing softly say: "Don't look, girls see too many of these things. No, let's go, be careful yourself."

Fu Wen opened her mouth: You are also a girl, but you didn't say it after all. She is willing to take up this job. She should have her own ideas, so don't bother her for the time being. "Okay, Qingqing, go to work and don't bother me anymore." Fu Wen left the scene with two roommates who were frightened and crying, and looked back from time to time.

The special case team brought the body back to Jiang Wanqing's autopsy room. She hadn't slept all day and night to catch up on the autopsy report. When she stopped writing for a while, she felt that her whole body was exhausted. I locked myself in a small black room and coded out the chapters that can be updated daily in the next few days, otherwise the comment area will be screaming again.

The authors have different occupations, full-time wives, college students, teachers, doctors and tour guides... There are always various reasons that lead to the suspension of updates, but some things can't be said, so we have to generalize them in the three-dimensional world.

Fu Wen has been restless since she returned to the dormitory. After all, the person she got along with day and night suddenly disappeared, even if she has no feelings, she will feel sad for a while.The other two roommates moved out of the dormitory, and she was the only one left at night. After all, Fu Wen didn't see too many dead people like Jiang Wanqing, and she would panic in the middle of the night, so she had to turn on the lights and beat herself up under the covers After a few rolls, after much deliberation, he still dialed Jiang Wanqing's cell phone.

"Hello, Qingqing." In the past, she would never take the initiative to contact others, but now she can't help but want to talk to someone.

"What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? Be careful of wrinkles, little old lady." Jiang Wanqing was very tired, but this strange bird always showed its most lively side to others, so Fu Wen couldn't hear the person on the other end of the phone What are you doing, just say: "I can't sleep, you haven't slept either, just... just want to talk to you."

Jiang Wan smiled meanly: "Boy, Dad knows you're scared, ho ho ho ho ho ho..."

Fu Wen: "..."

The corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably for a while, before she snapped back: "I'm a girl, and there's no one in the dormitory, so I'm afraid what's wrong, tsk." Jiang Wanqing died quietly: "Who says no one, everyone in the room is watching looking at you."

"Ah———" Fu Wen suddenly covered her head under the quilt, as if she had entered a solid fortress, and cursed angrily, "Do you want to die! You know I'm cowardly!"

"Hey," Jiang Wanqing arched his nose, took a deep breath, and rubbed his temple with one hand, his face was pale and tired, but his voice was full of energy, "I think you were quite courageous when you were at the scene~"

Fu Wen was at a loss for words, she wanted to save face and suffer, she was obviously scared but insisted on pretending to be calm and old-fashioned, making people think that she was solid and reliable, but in fact her legs were already trembling.

Fu Wen: The baby is afraid that the baby will suffer, but the baby just doesn't say anything.

Jiang Wanqing: Suffocate and pull you down.

"I don't want to talk to you, you're mentally retarded," Fu Wen rolled her eyes, "I want to move out, it's too scary here." Jiang Wanqing frowned: "Co-renting is more dangerous, I don't know the behavior of roommates, it's the middle of the night If you go back to the rental house and run into someone bad, you won't have time to cry."

"Don't scare yourself, the living are more terrifying than the dead." Jiang Wanqing said calmly, and Fu Wen couldn't answer for a while, so she had to pretend to be dumb in silence. After a while, Jiang Wanqing began to curse: "Little boy, are you dumb? No I hung up after talking, go to bed quickly!"

Fu Wen hurriedly said, "Don't!"

This time it was Jiang Wanqing's turn to roll her eyes: "What on earth do you want to do?" Fu Wen stammered: "I...can you not hang up the phone, I won't be afraid when I hear the voice."

Jiang Wanqing suddenly didn't know what to say, this girl's personality is too closed, she really doesn't have many friends, anyway, she doesn't miss anything with the microphone, so she put the phone in front of her eyes: "Okay, I won't hang up, I will write Report, you go to sleep."

Jiang Wanqing had regained some of his physical strength after just scratching his head, and compared and analyzed the specific conditions of the corpse on the operating table with a pen and paper. Although the weather in September was not so hot, it was still A little bit of summer heat remained, and the corpse exuded a faint rancid smell, but Jiang Wanqing continued writing as if he didn't smell it.

"Hello?" It was Fu Wen's voice.With the mobile phone by his side, Jiang Wanqing replied casually: "What's the matter?" Hearing a familiar voice, Fu Wen said "Oh", "No, just to see if you are still there."

Jiang Wanqing stopped holding the pen.

It is now [-]:[-] in the morning, and she has never been the only one facing corpses in different shapes in the early hours of the morning. Some of them are smelly, and some have maggots. Everything in front of her eyes is cold, rotten and disgusting. got used to.

It feels good to have someone to accompany you...

She chuckled lightly, and said to Chu Qiqi's face: "Rest in peace, don't worry about anything, isn't this how life goes by with eyes open and closed, girl, it's a good journey."

The white cloth covered the delicate face, and the hollowed out chest was also covered.

The only thing she needs to be responsible for is the autopsy. The investigation of the case has nothing to do with her. The team leader Zhao Jie took the psychologists to investigate the case around. , and occasionally took two tissues to wipe away the crocodile's tears, and was finally tortured horribly by Fu Wen when he was free.

On that day, Jiang Wanqing remembered the fear of being dominated by Fu Wen's series of fatal calls.

"Have you coded the code?"

"Screaming poorly every day, you deserve to be transparent for the rest of your life."

"Go to code!"

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Wanqing's lips: Lao Tzu's laziness is not just talk, you can remind me, if I write it, I will lose.

Every day Kawen gets stuck to the point of baldness, and readers cry as soon as they remind them to update—yes, that’s right, I’ll show you how to cry!

After so many days in Jinjiang, Jiang Wanqing, who is two-dimensional and silent like an old dog, has not learned anything else.After all, in Jinjiang, where girls are in power, many authors always use emoji to resist the wave of reminders, and she has become a fake cute girl under the influence of her ears and eyes.

What kind of "What's up, dear little fairy, big baby, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, 哃嘎 嘎嘎", the words are no longer cold "Thank you for reading", but "Spoil and roll, please collect, please comment, cute, cute~ you're gone" Pick up an author's fungus~", Facing the transformation of this snake's mental illness, Fu Wen almost wanted to beat her to death, but because of the obstruction of the screen, she could only silently put down the slipper board in her hand.

Fu Wen: "Mmp speak well!"

Jiang Wanqing: "Hey QvQ, you're fierce, you're bad, you're bullying the Yin family~"

What a fart, are you a humming beast? Mouth!Fu Wen gritted her teeth, controlled her urge to flip the table, opened the small black room, and began to code, shielding the interference of all demons and ghosts from the outside world.

Most of the codeword software has a lock button. Once the small black room mode is turned on, there is no way to get out until a certain number of words are written. Even if the computer is turned off and restarted, the interface is still the same.Fu Wen was dizzy by the gold bar that claimed to be "Ma Yun's business friend". The guy said every day that her writing was bad or bad. Under the blow, Fu Wen could only type harder , but with little effect.

After Jiang Wanqing found out about the existence of that gold bar, she voted for him every day. Anyway, she would have one recommendation ticket for the main website and one for the female channel every day. It would be a waste not to vote for the male channel, but not for the female channel. I also know that it was voted for Fu Sheng's "Into the King's Heart".

As a result, Jin Tiao didn't stop the car when bragging to Fu Wen, and described Jiang Wanqing as his suitor, because in reality the pursuit had to be silently supporting his essay on the Internet.Fu Wen had seen through the routine and essence of this bullying king, and replied "That's my gay friend" with a smirk, and blocked the gold bar.

Guide shit!Writing is to rely on oneself, after all, other people's suggestions are not as good as what one has experienced, and caring too much about other people's opinions will only harm yourself.

After Fu Wen finally figured it out, Jiang Wanqing gave her loud applause.

Dongfeng has finally arrived. "Into the King's Heart" not only climbed the top of the female channel, but also was strongly promoted on the homepage. The originally monotonous and deserted comment area became lively, and Jiang Wanqing would no longer need to vote for her every day to gain popularity. Readers persevere in signing up and voting for her articles.

Jiang Wanqing added some author groups, sometimes spelling, sometimes chatting in the water group, and the circle of friends gradually expanded. The back of her copy is no longer a bare piece, but hangs the article of "Amway Yibo Jiyou" Oh: "XXXX"..." Such content.

Fu Wen is at the starting point, and Jiang Wanqing is in Jinjiang. They are on different sites, so they cannot promote each other's articles. The little angels in Jiang Wanqing's comment area can only see the "friends" and their articles on the big copywriting, but they don't. Know the existence of "floating life".

Jiang Wanqing asked her to communicate with some authors more, but Fu Wen didn't have that interest. She didn't bother to make friends in real life, let alone separated by a network.

"Qingqing, you have so many gay friends, but I only have you." These words were involuntarily sad.

Jiang Wanqing laughed loudly: "There are many gay friends, but there is only one CP."

Fu Wen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

All she wanted was one sentence - I didn't abandon you, you are different.

The author has something to say: new characters will appear soon, so many writers~

The case line is quite obscure, and a casual sentence may be a foreshadowing (╯3╰) For example, why did the team leader bring a psychological expert instead of a trace detection expert~

Alright, I’ve hinted so far, I won’t specifically explain the case line in the future~ Let’s guess slowly~