we are not twins

Why can't I be him?This idea rushed to my mind like a broken hydrogen balloon.

The homework assigned by the English teacher last week was to read an original novel and then write a review.He checked out a copy of "The Talented Ripley" at the library, gave up at the beginning, and simply went to watch the film adaptation and pretended he had eaten the entire book.

The title of his later review was: Beautiful scenery in Europe, no crime.

In fact, all he could think of now was the bright and talented Mr. Tom Ripley.His ridiculously white skin.The shame and frustration of his indecision.The friendship, respect and companionship he gave Dicky.The betrayal and contempt he had gained.His innate ability to imitate.He killed Dicky in a casual vibe, and escaped trial unhurriedly.The wealth he got in the end.

those riches...

He was frightened by the sudden coolness, shaking his head and trying to throw those things out of his head, but the backward scene outside the car window seemed to keep pulling him back into the storyline:

Was Tom ever scared at the moment of killing?

Silly boy, send the computer over and go back to your ghetto!

No, he won't be home tonight, I can use this time to plan everything.

You're crazy, that's just fiction!

There is only a short amount of time to plan.

If you don't succeed, you will pay dearly!

Didn't he say that people with nothing have nothing to worry about, and I think he's right.

The bus screeched to a stop, and he suddenly came back to his senses. He saw several people getting on the bus, and his attention returned to the real world.Take a look at real life.Who is not struggling with nothing, who is not working hard?Everyone is struggling to transform themselves like butterflies. I really want to see the day when everyone is reborn.

So Zuo Xiaoxiao played another game in his mind on a whim.

The sleepy old man with golden fish eyes had a pilled coat, his gray and white hair was irregularly thrown to one side, and there was no telling what kind of story was buried under his dull beard.If in another parallel world, he wore a neat suit and gold-rimmed glasses, walked out of the Rolls-Royce Phantom leisurely, and sprayed some cologne on his body, how much worse than President Wang would he be?He can be called Mr. Li.

Mr. Li, last year's financial statement has been made, please have a look.

Mr. Li, please sign the contract.

Mr. Li, congratulations on winning that feng shui treasure.

The disheveled lady with a hanging ring in one hand and a supermarket plastic bag in the other will surely become more confident when she puts on a Chanel suit and a Versace handbag. Aura will make her a favorite customer.

Mrs. Wu, these latest styles are especially suitable for you, please try them.

Your complexion is so foreign, it must have been exposed in the Maldives.

What, wrap it all up, one of each color?ok, ok ok.

There are also real estate agents sitting next to you playing with your mobile phone. Please forgive me for seeing your occupation at a glance, but you probably don't care.A young man like you can actually be saved. As long as you are given an imported sports car, exchanged for an imported diploma, and taught you to speak fluent London pronunciation, no one will dislike your ordinary features and stature.

Why is the office so quiet today?

Because the female colleagues all ran to the meeting room upstairs.

Is there a meeting?

Of course not, they are going to watch the boss's son Freddy!

Why are everyone so high today?

Because that project was negotiated by Freddy, everyone's year-end bonus will be [-] more!

Why is Freddy so manly and talented?

Don't be a nympho, you're a man...

In this way, I fantasized about all the people on the bus, and came to a conclusion: All the seemingly humble and low-minded people, in fact, also have the opportunity to become a high-ranking and shining group, who can be calm, elegant and charming, and can With blurred eyes and ambiguous attitude, they can be tall and straight, outstanding and extraordinary. The only shortcoming is that they can't find the door to the parallel world.

Looking at the transparent self on the glass window, Zuo Xiaoxiao knows that the magic key is in the palm of his hand.

To open, or not to open, is a question.

The bus suddenly stopped at an unfamiliar platform, he got up and got off the bus, ran across the road, got on another car and returned to the village in the city as fast as possible.

Xiaoyaoge Billiards and Internet Cafe Club stands at the entrance of the village like an old locust tree to welcome old friends.He hurriedly opened the door, went to the Internet cafe area to look around, and found a buddy who was playing video chat.

"Wei Zi."

The boy with a cigarette impatiently moved the headset away: "Huh?"

"Who did you say you bought your driver's license from last time?"

Wei Tsai looked around, hooked his fingers together, and buried his head in Zuo Xiaoxiao.

"It's Chen Jianhao's cousin, the one with the key."

"How much does it cost to buy a book?"

"It depends on whether you buy the real one or the fake one. The real driver's license costs several thousand, and you can get it in four days. Let him make one for you if it's fake, and it costs ten yuan."

"Understood." Zuo Xiaoxiao turned his head and went out to find that magical uncle.There is an ordinary job on the surface, but there is another identity in the dark. It is really exciting, just like a movie.Speaking of which, I'm also staging a live-action movie plot.Murder for money?No, revenge!

Perhaps thanks to the study and exams at SCIE, his mind has been spinning many times faster than before.A criminal plan has basically taken shape: buy a ten-yuan driver's license first, borrow an old car, and ask Wang Mengqi out to play when he returns home tomorrow.He's a guy who values ​​safety very much, and he won't get in the car unless he sees his driver's license.As soon as he gets in the car, there is no return.In the morning, it was really eye-opening. The news said that there was a car accident on the Guanhai Terrace near the Xiaogui exit of the Huishen Coastal Expressway.That's the perfect spot for an accident, where he can effortlessly send the car over the railing and into the ocean, faking an accident.Wang Mengqi will stay in the car forever, and finally turn into a piece of foam like the daughter of the sea.While struggling to save himself and go ashore, he will start another version of life-Wang Mengqi 2.0.

At that time, people will find out that the salvaged body is "Zuo Xiaoxiao", the car was illegally rented by Zuo Xiaoxiao, and the surviving "Wang Mengqi" will only bear the responsibility of driving without a license. Ability is just a matter of two or three days.

How did the autopsy go?

I checked the Internet, and the traffic police team only asked for the cause of death and an alcohol test for the autopsy.Then the undisputed cause of death was drowning. He did not drink alcohol before the accident, but he had taken cold medicine containing chlorpheniramine.

How can people not doubt the identity of the new king Monkey?

Relying on Evernote in the notebook, it clearly wrote down the life of the past year, even including private secrets and conversations that only a few parties may know.

What about fingerprints that have been registered before?

I heard that fingerprint gloves can be copied with molds, as long as the fingerprints of ten fingers are removed with tape first.

What about bank passwords and network passwords?

Pretend to have amnesia after a car accident, and then use your ID card to reset it later.

What about studies?What about the classes you never took?

Because of a car accident, he was in a trance and had to suspend school.

Are there any other loopholes?Have it?

Maybe this plan is still full of loopholes, but he can't wait any longer, and must end everything before King Monkey kicks him out tomorrow.

Now, he has done the following necessary things:

1. Get a fake driver's license.

2. Upload the content of Evernote to a secret network disk.

3. Using Wang Mengqi's notebook as rent, he borrowed a Changan Yuexiang sedan from an uncle who pulls a black car in the same village.

4. Cut the hairstyle exactly like Wang Mengqi's photo.

5. Take a taxi to the Xiaogui Exit of the Huishen Coastal Expressway to check in, and repeatedly simulate the car accident process in your mind.

6. On the way back, I bought cold medicine and bottled drinks suitable for taking at night.

In the middle of the night, he finally stepped into the house and went to bed.It is the wettest day in Huinan, and the tiled walls and floor tiles are covered with small drops of water, as if sweating and crying.The pillows, mattress and comforter smelled musty and were sticky to the skin.Restless all night, all this is disgusting and full of nostalgia.

It's the last night, civilian Zuo Xiaoxiao, let's just say goodbye.