Am I the one who was wronged?

After returning from the police station, it was just eight o'clock when we got home. For many young people, the night didn't even start at this time.

Zhao Ran sat down in front of the computer, preparing to hold a live broadcast of the meeting again to earn some money for instant noodles.

His usual live broadcast time is from 12:30 pm to [-]:[-] pm.

Two days ago, I was delayed in Jiang's villa. Today, I just finished my meal, and was called to the police station by the police. I couldn't live broadcast on time for three consecutive days.

The already small number of fans successfully dropped from double digits to single digits.

Clicking on the live broadcast room, the number of fans was fixed at five, which gave him the illusion that the live broadcast platform sent him five AI fans for fear of him being left out.

Zhao Ran silently clicked on the ranking, and chose Miss Zhaojun as usual.

This sister is not only fair-skinned and beautiful with long legs, but also can control the field and output, and can play well against wind and wind.

It can be said that it is a very competent and easy-to-use tool man.

His sister Zhaojun's winning rate is quite good. After more than 300 games, the winning rate is fixed at 90.00%.

However, he always felt that he was not in good shape today. After two times in the empty university, he slipped a hand, flashed in reverse, and entered the list of famous names.

He was taken away by the other side with a set of pressure, and he didn't even hold his breath.

One of his five suspected AI fans finally bubbled up in the live broadcast room and sent a barrage:

Broadcaster, are you playing the game with your feet?

Zhao Ran: ...

To be honest, for a moment just now, even I felt like I was playing with my feet.

He looked down at his feet, and quickly explained in a low voice, "Slip, slip, hehe."

While waiting for the hero to be resurrected, all of them came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, went to sit next to him, and studied with the book he just received.

Black hard book cover, no pattern on the cover, just five gilt italics: Who is Long Aotian.

The pages of the book are made of light-colored kraft paper, which is very thick, and has a "scrubbing" matte texture when turned over. As far as the entire physical book is concerned, it is very expensive and high-grade.

It is suitable to be collected by people, placed on a solid wood bookshelf, and put away in a shelf.

But the strange thing is that there is no other text on the cover except the title of the book in gold.

The author doesn't have it, and the publishing house doesn't. It looks a bit like a three-no product. Mystery is mysterious, and then it's a bit cheap.

Holding this book of unknown origin, Yiyi casually flipped through two pages, and the sound of flipping through the book appeared in the rental house, which was a little out of place.

He flipped through two or three pages and felt that he was not very interested, so he threw the book on the sofa, touched his tablet, and continued to chase after his beaming eyes.

Poke open the video, cheerful and melodious music sounds.

"Joyful, lazy...don't look at me as a sheep..."

Zhao Ran, who slipped again and kept sister Zhaojun from running away: ...

He turned around and spoke to him in a low voice, "Master, please keep your voice down."

Everyone nodded while holding the tablet, and turned down the volume.

It's a pity that it was too late. The only five fans left for two days. Before leaving, they left him a message:

beaming? !Fuck, is the anchor the legendary xxj? !Don't play games for kids, finish your homework quickly and go to sleep.

Please ask someone to play the anchor's national server. I've been watching the live broadcast for so long, and I haven't seen a national server as good as yours. Diamonds are better than yours!

Zhao Ran, "...!"

I was very angry, seeing what happened to Xi Yangyang, why is she a primary school student!

Do you know how powerful my uncle is? Believe it or not, he can jump up and hit your knees!

The remaining three who did not move were probably AI accounts assigned by the platform.

Another operational error, after Zhaojun's sister died, the opposite team pushed the high ground, and while he was waiting for his resurrection, he lost the game.

Zhao Ran stared at the game interface, frowned, hesitating whether to start another game, his state today was a bit wrong, and various low-level mistakes were made frequently.

The number of mistakes in this round just now was more than the sum of the previous two months, and it can no longer be explained by hand slipping.

If the fight continues, Sister Zhaojun's winning rate may drop.

He looked at the only three fans left in the live broadcast room, and sighed softly, forget it, forget it, he'd better keep playing.

Life is not easy, online entertainment.

Click to see Zhaojun in the national uniform flashing in reverse to give away the head.

The fathers and folks who passed by, the rich will hold a money market!

Just as he was about to open the queue, there was a knock on the door. He muttered, "Who knocked on the door so late?", stood up from the sofa, and was about to walk over to open the door.

As soon as the left foot stepped out, it encountered resistance.

He turned his head and saw his uncle, a lawyer, lying on the sofa, holding the tablet in his hand, his eyes fixed on the beaming face.

Just take two thin fingers and pinch his trouser legs loosely.

Zhao Ran was stunned for a moment, "..." Just, that's it? !

With your two orchid fingers, who can you hold?

Cautiously, he tentatively raised his leg, but the resistance he encountered was quite strong, and he couldn't move.

Ouch, he still doesn't believe it!

With my two long legs, I can't beat your two little fingers? !

Zhao Ran expressed dissatisfaction, exerted all his strength, and took half a step forward.

There was only a sound of "stab", and the khaki summer pants were torn, revealing the black, hairy legs inside.

Always, "..."

Well man, you managed to get my eyes hot.

He silently removed his palm and covered his face, pretending not to see it.

Zhao Ran was stunned, looking at the exposed legs, and then at the rags hanging on the legs, blowing in the wind, he really wanted to cry "wow".

But he couldn't cry now, he could only wailed, "Master, I only have a pair of pants that I can wear."

Yiyi: Blame me, it was you who had to tear it apart!

Zhao Ran hugged the torn trousers and cried until he was in the dark. He had long forgotten to open the door. After knocking on the door for a while, no one came to open the door.

Consciously shifted his position and went to the next door to them.

The knock on the door of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" echoed in the gloomy corridor. There were eight households on their floor, and the knock on the door rang eight times intermittently.

But the strange thing is that from the beginning to the end, only the knock on the door echoed, and there was no sound of the door being opened at all.

Looking at his torn trousers, Zhao Ran felt very sad, and when he heard the knock on the door, he felt extremely annoying.

The table was slapped, and angrily yelled, "Who, the nuisance at night, believe it or not, I will find the property and complain to you..."

In the middle of the yelling, he suddenly remembered that the room next door to him seemed to be a haunted house, and his uncle stopped him from opening the door.

After realizing it, his expression changed, and his whole body trembled, "Master, Master Uncle! The one who knocked on our door just now...is that what?"

Yiyi rolled his eyes at him, and typed on the tablet with a "da da da", "Otherwise, who do you think it is, a food delivery person."

Zhao Ran was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he hid beside him, his teeth bumped up and down, trembling, "Master, Master Uncle! I'm afraid."

They all lay on the sofa and knocked on the tablet, "I don't do anything wrong in my life, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Zhao Ran trembled and was about to speak.

They all poked the tablet and continued to type, "Haven't you been a scumbag? Little Baiyang is still alive and well, and won't come looking for you in the middle of the night, don't worry."

Zhao Ran, "..." was not comforted, really!

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that he really hasn't done anything bad.

He leaned against Yiyi, borrowed some Buddha's light to keep him warm, and asked in a low voice, "Master, since you know what's out there, why didn't you accept them?"

All, "..." Good question!

He took out the tablet and explained to Zhao Ran by typing "da da da", "It's 2020 now, we have entered a new era, and the underworld is following closely, and has already carried out optimization and reform.

Black and white impermanence now has its own area of ​​responsibility, and catching ghosts and ecstasy is considered a performance, but the one outside the door, I have to catch it, they have to come to me for tea. "

When you encounter impermanence with a good temper, just drink two cups of tea.

If you have a bad temper, you might have to fight!

He is a monk, and catching ghosts is not a performance, but he can get a little bit of merit.

Just as big as a strand of hair, nothing more!

It is far less meritorious than the merits he gained by doing the morning class seriously and reciting half a volume of scriptures.

After catching the ghost with great effort, I still have to drink tea with Wuchang, and maybe even fight.

At that time, he finished reading several volumes of scriptures, and accumulated two layers of merit.

He doesn't do business at a loss.

Unless you give money, give a lot of sesame oil money.

Zhao Ran nodded, "So that's the case."

At that time, I saw in the group that someone was yelling that impermanence was difficult to deal with, and he wondered what was going on. The reason for his relationship was this.

He was a little puzzled, and took out Zhang Fu from his pocket, "Master, why am I carrying the luck charm you gave me? My luck is even worse."

Yiyi, "...?" How is it possible, don't even think about smashing my signboard!

He looked up at the talisman, and his whole body froze.

Alas!The little monk's hands trembled, and he gave the wrong forehead!

Why did he find the peach blossom talisman? No wonder Zhao Ran went to a police station and met his ex-boyfriend Xiao Baiyang!

He silently took out another talisman and stuffed it into Zhao Ran's hand.

Zhao Ran took the two talisman papers and carefully compared them, wondering, "Uncle Shi, these are both fortune talismans, why do they look different?"

Yiyi was a little guilty and didn't want to talk to him. He sat up from the sofa and put his hand into the bag.

Take it out, take it out, and two golds are shining.

Zhao Ran put away the two talismans, stretched his neck and looked over, "Master, what is this?"

They all spread out their hands, and piled two ingots in their palms.

Golden, small and cute.

Zhao Ran looked intently and saw two exquisite gold ingots.

No, no, Zhao Ran shook his head.

He has been popularized by his seniors a long time ago. His uncle's Baina bag is a treasure, and all the bags are filled with treasures.

The ingots that his uncle could put in his bag and put away seriously would not be ordinary ingots, they must have a special origin.

He looked at the two ingots and boldly guessed, "It was picked from the cornucopia, and it can produce small gold."

"Or was it taken from Buddha Jin's body, to exorcise evil spirits and suppress filth?"

Yiyi, "..." You really dare to think.

Others make a golden body for the Buddha, but you are better off, thinking of detaining the golden body of the Buddha.

Aren't you afraid that the Buddha will slap you? With your small body, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the slap.

He shook his head, took out the tablet and typed, "Neither of them, Mr. Jin gave it."

For the past two days, he has been thinking about Mr. Jin.

He had never seen the black air entangled in the little black dragon, so he sent a message to his master to inquire, and the message showed that he had read it, but his master just didn't reply to him.

snort!All secretly angry, do not know where to hide to steal meat!

"Mr. Jin."

Hearing the name, Zhao Ran felt a little familiar, "Master, what is the name of Mr. Jin who gave you the gold ingot?"

All were stunned, he didn't know.

I knew that Mr. Jin had a very high status, and everyone around him called Mr. Jin, Mr. Jin, and no one dared to call him by his name.

He really didn't know what Mr. Jin's name was.

Zhao Ran blinked, and his eyes fell on the two ingots.

Boldly guessing again, "Could it be, let's call him Jin Yuanbao."

Always, "..."

He picked up the tablet at hand and slapped Zhao Ran on the head.

Zhao Ran was beaten for no reason. He jumped up from the bed and yelled, "Master, why did you hit me? Just forget about it. Why did you hit me on the head!"

He had never practiced the Iron Head Kungfu, and when he was photographed with this tablet, his head was directly covered with a big bump.

Zhao Ran covered his head and stared at Yiyi, "What the hell are you doing!"

All rolled their eyes at him, tapped their fingers on the tablet quickly, "You are not allowed to say that about Mr. Jin."

With Mr. Jin's appearance and temperament, how could he be called Jin Yuanbao!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Seeing that Zhao Ran still dared to stare at him, he always stared back.

Stare at me, your eyes are bigger than mine, you dare to stare at me!

Uncle, you have double red phoenix eyes, who dare to compare with me? !

Staring and staring, Zhao Ran slapped his forehead, "Oh, I remembered, the book you received, who is Long Aotian, also has Mr. Jin in it, I said why it sounds so familiar."

Yiyi was stunned, took the book over and flipped through the introduction.

Mr. Jin in the book has a nice name, Jin Fengyu.

But Mr. Jin, whose name sounds nice, did not end well.

The brief introduction said that he was a bitter male supporting role who couldn't love, hated because of love, and failed in various obstacles to the hero and heroine. In the end, he died in a gun battle and was buried in the sea.

Always, "...?!"