The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Tell me, what do you want to consult? Is it a divorce or a will?"

rash:"……"

Can't I consult on a normal case like tax evasion?

"Ms. Lin, there may be a misunderstanding about what happened this morning. I didn't know you were Xiaoyu's sister..."

"You mean, can't I do it?"

"I didn't mean that, I meant..."

"Okay! My time is precious. For Xiaoyu's sake, tell me, what do you want to consult?"

After Lin Haitang finished speaking, he clicked a button on the table, and the timer in front of Meng Lang flashed and started counting.

I... actually charge a fee!

All right! For Xiaoyu, I endure it!

Looking at the sign that the consulting fee was 500 per hour, Meng Lang's eyes twitched. The secret passage was really dark, so he decided to save time and go directly to the topic.

"It's like this. After the light rain yesterday, I found someone following me behind."

"What did you say?" Lin Haitang was stunned for a moment.

"Someone is following us all the way to the downstairs of the rental house. I found the follower after meeting Xiao Yu, so I suspect that the target of the other party is probably Xiao Yu." Meng Lang said seriously.

Lin Haitang stared at Meng Lang, as if trying to tell whether he was lying.

"There are so many people on the street, how did you find out that you were being followed?"

"Well... my dad is a retired scout. Because of this, I also have a certain awareness of counter-reconnaissance." Meng Lang said half-truthfully.

It's true that his father is a veteran, but the rest is complete nonsense.

As expected, Lin Haitang looked at Meng Lang with a look like you're making me laugh.

Counter-reconnaissance awareness? How can you, an insurance salesman, have such a thing? Do you think this is playing an urban soldier king?

However, seeing the other party's confident appearance, Lin Haitang was not sure whether he was being alarmist or not.

"There were two of you at the time. How could you be sure that the stalker was following Xiaoyu and not you?" she asked.

"I have been in Suzhou City for less than half a year. My usual social circle is basically only the company and a few college classmates. I haven't had any conflicts with anyone recently, so the possibility of provoking others is very low.

Last night I heard Xiaoyu say that you are a golden lawyer, so I thought..."

Meng Lang didn't finish what he said, but Lin Haitang already understood what it meant.

She frowned, "You want to say that the person the other party wants to deal with is actually me?"

"I don't rule out that other family members of your family have provoked some enemies." Meng Lang spread his hands.

Lin Haitang frowned and thought for a moment.

"How do you prove that what you say is true?"

"I can't prove it. I came here just to remind you, and also to see if there are any suspicious suspects from you.

In addition, the person following him looked very professional and should have received some training in criminal investigation or investigation. "

Lin Haitang frowned and looked at Meng Lang with scrutiny in his eyes.

For a strange man, especially a strange man with a bad impression, he suddenly says that someone is following his sister, and he is very enthusiastic to help you analyze the suspect.

The average reaction is not gratitude, but alarm.

"You said that you not only found the stalker on the street, but also judged that the stalker was a professional just based on his tracking skills?

Are you sure your dad is just a retired scout? Instead of retired special forces, or a well-trained soldier? "

"This..." Meng Lang laughed awkwardly.

Even he couldn't convince himself of this reason.

But what else could he say? He said that he actually knew the future in advance, so he analyzed it after the fact?

"Okay, let me remind you. It's purely out of concern for Xiaoyu. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do about it."

Meng Lang sighed and stood up to leave.

Because of the misunderstanding in the morning, Lin Haitang obviously doubted his own character. In this case, if he was too enthusiastic, it might have the opposite effect.

So, first impression kills...

The other thing is...the ticking timer is really distressing.

So dark! Even the senior technicians in the store dare not pay the price.

Meng Lang just wanted to leave this gold selling cave quickly.

"Hey! Wait!"

As soon as Meng Lang reached the door, he was suddenly stopped by Lin Haitang.

Then came the sound of chairs being pulled and heels tapping.

Do you finally believe me?

He turned around and saw Lin Haitang bending down and picking up a shopping bag.

Meng Lang's face froze, and he secretly sighed that something was wrong, and he was about to reach out to stop him.

"You left something behind...eh?"

Lin Haitang was about to hand Meng Lang the bag he had left behind, but when he glanced over, he suddenly let out a sigh...

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"Ah~ why is this happening!" Meng Lang slumped down on a park bench, holding his head and whining, which immediately startled a flock of birds.

"Inertia! This must be the inertia of history!"

Meng Lang felt the deep malice coming from the world.

He didn't even know how he escaped from the law firm just now.

But looking at Lin Haitang's disdainful look, he was afraid that if it was a little later, he would be able to wait until the other party called 110...

Meng Lang felt that it was a certainty that he would be stigmatized as a "gentleman" by the other party...

He could almost imagine that if the future did not change and he was still framed as a murderer, then the first person to testify against Meng Lang would probably be Lin Haitang who didn't run away!

[Congratulations, your relationship with the target NPC has dropped to hostility, and you have successfully become the biggest suspect candidate! 】

Meng Lang seemed to hear such a notification sound, which made him go crazy again.

Could it be that once I try to change my destiny, I will be targeted by the malicious intent of the world?

Sighing deeply, Lin Haitang's road was completely blocked by himself. It seemed that he could only rely on himself now.

He looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then carefully took out "Mein Kampf" in his arms.

The next moment, Meng Lang's eyes lit up.

The handwriting... is fading!

He looked at the time, 11:58!

Sure enough...this is today's update!

Just after twelve o'clock, the book completely changed.

"'Delayed Justice'?" Meng Lang looked at the words on the cover of the book in confusion.

"Belated"?

So has justice come or has it not come?