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When he woke up, the room was still pitch black. Tang Chao turned on the electronic clock beside the bed, only to realize that it was past eight o'clock in the morning.

There is no day in Shire City, which is very unfriendly to his biological clock. Fang Mubo was still sleeping, Tang Chao watched him quietly for a while, and got up to wash.

Last night, he secretly asked such a shameful question and was found out. Tang Chao was really depressed for a while, but Fang Mubo's answer made him jump for joy. No matter what he said was true or not, at least at this time, Tang Chao was true Make sure he is indeed loved by Fang Mubo.

Before Chen Shaoheng found the supervisor, they had nothing else to do, so after breakfast, Tang Chao and Fang Mubo played games on the big screen in the room.Lan Kuiyu and Zhang Ming also came over halfway, and the four of them asked the servant how many cards they wanted, and played poker together.

At night Fang Mubo still slept in the same room as Tang Chao. When Tang Chao opened the drawer of the bedside table and saw the condom Fang Mubo had put in beforehand, he knew something was going to happen tonight.

This is the first time Tang Chao has experienced this kind of process completely willingly. Afterwards, he lay in Fang Mubo's arms, breathing calmly in the aftertaste, listening to Fang Mubo's slightly rapid heartbeat, and suddenly asked: "Brother Fang , in case you suddenly find that you don’t like me after destroying the plot, what shall we do?”

"No." Fang Mubo rubbed Tang Chao's hair: "I know my heart."

"That's not necessarily true. We have all experienced how powerful the plot is. Even someone like Jiang You who only has feelings for girls can fall in love with me, let alone you like men." Tang Chao propped himself up, The look in the eyes was firm: "Otherwise, let's destroy the plot and return to the original world. If you find that you still like me, then come and find me. I will wait at home until twelve o'clock in the evening."

"If I can't wait for you, I will delete all your contact information, and we will... never meet again."

Chen Shaoheng didn't keep them waiting for long. At noon on the third day, he brought news: the inspector had been found.

Before, Chen Shaoheng didn't know that there were monitors. When he was reminded by Lan Kuiyu, he immediately found an explanation for some strange things in the past. Before he and Lan Tingshui realized that there was a force manipulating them After the behavior, he tried every means to resist and succeeded, but in the end he couldn't get rid of the established fate no matter what.

Thinking about it now, it was the supervisors who played a role in it, changing the plot deviation caused by their actions.

Chen Shaoheng sorted it out from the first time he realized something was wrong, recalling all the details at that time, trying to find out what was unreasonable, and soon he realized who that person was.

After that, he spent another two days confirming that in order to draw out the supervisor, he deliberately acted against the plot arrangement—revoked all arrest warrants for Lan Tingshui.

According to the arrangement of the original plot, he should have been persistently looking for Lan Tingshui, until one day, the plot allows them to meet again and continue the various stories behind.

But now, Chen Shaoheng intends to announce to the outside world that he has found the person he is looking for, no matter whether he regards Tang Chao as Lan Tingshui, or something else, anyway, he no longer wants to find the person who left him. lover.

On the night before the arrest warrant was about to be withdrawn, in a quiet night, someone opened a gap in the door of Chen Shaoheng's study.

A figure flashed in and walked quietly to Chen Shaoheng's desk. On it was the document to be released the next morning. The order to withdraw Lan Tingshui's arrest had already been signed with Chen Shaoheng's name in the lower right corner. .

A dark yellow light glowed in the figure's hand, illuminating a small area. Its hand swept across the document lightly, the yellow light enveloped the entire document, and disappeared without a trace after a few seconds.

As if the muffled sound from Wanli Tianqiong reached its ears, it breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this meant that the plot line had been automatically corrected.

The light disappeared from its hand. It turned around and was about to leave when it didn't notice a ghostly figure crawling out from under the desk. The cold weapon in its hand pierced the condensed air and aimed straight at its heart!

A second before the chest was pierced, the figure was startled, dodging sideways with the unique agility of humans, and counterattacked with a backhand.At the same time, the light in the study room was turned on, and Zhang Ming stood in front of the switch on the wall, holding a gun in his right hand, and said coldly, "Stop, don't move!"

Lan Kuiyu Tang Dao crossed, blocked the man's powerful fist with the face of the knife, slightly bent her knees, stabilized her lower body, and saw the man's face clearly.

It was Chen Shaoheng's most capable subordinate, Kang Cong.

Kang Cong, no, the supervisor glanced at Zhang Ming, ignored the gun in his hand, and was about to rush towards the window beside him, but Lan Kuiyu didn't stop him. The moment the supervisor approached the window, Zhang Ming shot up.

The bullet hit the monitor's chest, causing a cluster of blood with a puff, but the monitor's figure just staggered, and continued to rush towards the window, the blood hole in his chest healed automatically.

He wanted to use this to escape. Anyway, the weapons in this world couldn't hurt him as a high-dimensional being. No matter how seriously injured he was, he could heal immediately, even if he fell from the 67th floor.

But he never imagined that the moment he rolled over and stepped out, a small metallic thing pierced into his heart from below.

Chen Shaoheng squatted on the window frame of the next floor, grasped the window sill with one hand, and stabbed the depth gauge of the vernier caliper into the supervisor's heart, blood spurted out and splashed on his face, with the pleasure of revenge.

The supervisor let out a scream, and Lan Kuiyu and Zhang Ming leaned out of the window at the same time, each grabbed his leg, and dragged him back to the study.

Chen Shaoheng closed his eyes, tightened the blood-stained vernier caliper in his pocket, climbed on the window sill with both hands, and rolled over from the 67th floor in the bitter wind.

Tang Chao and Fang Mubo, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, heard the screams of the monitors, and hurried in. They had known from Chen Shaoheng that it might be Kang Cong, and they did not show the slightest surprise.

Kang Cong was seriously injured, and Chen Shaoheng stabbed him in the heart accurately, blood flowed all over the ground, and the struggle seemed to be weakened like this.

Fang Mubo stretched out his hand, Zhang Ming retracted the gun and held it up, and held Lan Kuiyu, who was staring at Kang Cong with a gloomy expression, with the other hand.Tang Chao didn't dare to delay, immediately bit the cross in his mouth, took Fang Mubo with one hand and Chen Shaoheng with the other, and started the teleportation.

The monitor emitted a bright yellow light, which reflected and blended with the purple light on the cross, turning into a wonderful torrent that engulfed the figures of the five people.

When his eyes became clear again, Tang Chao found himself standing in a dark room.

The room was small with only one window. The desk was placed in the center, and the laptop was placed on it. The light from the screen illuminated a small area in front of it.

Apart from the five of them, no one else was in the room.The window was open, and the wind blew from the outside, slightly blowing the dark curtains on both sides.

After so many times of practice before, the negative impact of teleportation can be ignored. Tang Chao walked around to the front of the table and saw the words on the 15.6-inch computer screen rapidly jumping line by line.

It seems that there is an existence that they can't see and touch is sitting in front of them, tapping the keyboard with both hands, and writing that passage.

Tang Chao knew that that was the so-called "author", the person who created them and their stories.

Tang Chao called Chen Shaoheng over: "The document should be here, do you want to come and find the whereabouts of Lan Tingshui?"

Chen Shaoheng took a deep breath, walked to the computer, held the wireless mouse, and began to click on the chapters in the manuscript box one by one, browsing the words that wrote their past fate.

Suddenly Chen Shaoheng's hands trembled violently. Tang Chao was taken aback. He raised his hand to press his shoulder, and when he heard the crisp clicking sound in Chen Shaoheng's palm, he almost crushed the mouse.

[Lan Tingshui struggled to get up from the bitingly cold river, so cold that he could hardly feel the existence of his body, he smelled the smell of blood, his stomach hurt like a knife was stirring inside, twisting everything into flesh and blood Vague.

He knew that his lower body was bleeding continuously, it was his blood, and it was also his child's blood.

Chen Shaoheng, you are so ruthless.

He stumbled into the alley, huddled in the corner, and finally won a moment of respite. The sound of the search team came intermittently from a distance. They will find this place soon, and he must escape quickly.

Lan Tingshui had no strength left, he took out his phone from his pocket, it was still working after being soaked in water for so long.

He could barely hold it with trembling hands, and he tried several times before he successfully clicked on the name in the first item in the address book.

The call was connected immediately after the call was made, and the voice of the man on the other side was cold: "Where are you? Now come out obediently, and I can still forgive you—"

"Chen Shaoheng." Lan Tingshui interrupted him, closed his eyes tiredly, leaned against the wall, and asked softly exhaustedly: "Our child is gone, are you happy now?"]

Am I happy?Chen Shaoheng panted silently and violently. For many nights, Lan Tingshui's words became a nightmare that he could never shake off, dragging him into an endless abyss.

He never, never wanted to hurt him.

Tang Chao and Fang Mubo looked at each other and urged softly: "Don't dawdle, quickly find the whereabouts of Lan Tingshui, the dimension here is too high, I don't know how long I can stay here."

Chen Shaoheng scrolled down the page without saying a word.

[Sending Lan Kuiyu away, Lan Tingshui supports the shrine and turns over slowly.

Dragging his broken body, he knelt down in front of the statue with difficulty, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and said the last prayer silently.

"From now on, I will return to my hometown, may the gods bless me, and never meet him again."]

Chen Shaoheng suddenly stood up and looked at Lan Kuiyu: "Where is your hometown?"