The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"You said you sold the salted fish, can you find a buyer?"

"Then...that fishing rod is important?"

"If you can't get it back, you won't be able to get a penny from me from today on!"

"I...I'll go find it right away!"

The woman who realized the seriousness of the situation finally understood that Cheng Biao was not joking.

Meng Lang's Xianyu account was deleted, so he could no longer be contacted. However, following the address at that time, Cheng Biao still found Yipinju.

But the clue ends here.

So Cheng Biao sneaked into the community early the next morning to try his luck, but he didn't expect that as soon as he entered, he had a bad relationship with a dog...

…

"Nurse, is my wound okay? That dog has not been vaccinated against rabies."

"It's not a big deal. The wound has been cleaned. Plus you came in time. As long as you get the vaccine, it will be fine."

A nurse took out a syringe and a small bottle of vaccine, "I'll give you the first two shots today, and then give you another shot in seven days."

As he spoke, he inserted the syringe into the bottle.

Cheng Biao looked at the small vaccine bottle and suddenly thought of Meng Lang's last somewhat inexplicable words.

he asked suddenly. "Is this vaccine from Changchun Biotechnology?"

"Yeah! That's right."

Cheng Biao's face suddenly became a little strange, he hesitated, and finally said.

"Um...are there any vaccines from other companies?"

…

Cheng Biao didn't know that a subconscious choice saved his fate.

At this time, Meng Lang didn't know that fate was such a coincidence and twists and turns...

"Mind your own business!" The dog owner glared at Meng Lang fiercely before leaving.

Meng Lang couldn't help but sigh.

People nowadays have little legal awareness...

If in another two years, the Animal Epidemic Prevention Law comes out, it will be illegal to walk dogs without a leash!

If your dog is not vaccinated against rabies - it will be disposed of harmlessly!

Never heard of Huizhou Banquet?

Even if you are some kind of director... Yeah! Okay, that's all right.

Shaking his head, he continued running.

In his eyes, he just saved a poor little life when he was passing by.

Just think of it as... his reward for providing himself with inspiration...

…

At ten o'clock in the morning, Meng Lang arrived at the examination room.

The test for subject one went very smoothly, and the results came out as soon as the test was completed, with a score of 90.

A veteran driver who took the naked test performed at a normal level.

If you miss one point, you will have to take the exam again...

Meng Lang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and pushed it up...

It was already past eleven o'clock when I got home.

Meng Lang made himself some light rice porridge and two side dishes. After eating, he brushed the acne marks while waiting for the renewal of his life.

[According to regulatory requirements, Toutiao has shut down the client and public account of “Neihan Duanzi”. 】

[‘I must die’ The data leakage of 87 million users continues to unfold. Bergzak apologized for the matter and will be questioned by Congress on the 10th and 11th. 】

[Ping An Driving School surprises with a god-level student! 】

Um?

I was reading hot news at home and abroad when I suddenly came across a hot local search.

Um! Look at the chic movement and coquettish drift...it's definitely a Citroen that I drove.

Looking at the likes, there were already more than 50,000, and there were hundreds of comments. Meng Lang panicked, it was a bad idea!

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"I'll go! Which boss has his driver's license revoked again?"

"This kid's drifting skills are really good. He will definitely be an experienced driver when he grows up."

"Examiner, he drove on autopilot!"

"Look, look, look, if you don't obey the traffic rules, the driving school will go back to the old school, it won't matter if you know how to drift! I said it!"

"Coach, how much does it cost to learn like this?"

"Teaching and lessons are included, no refunds will be given, Ping An Driving School, the car expert starts from taking the driver's license test! What are you waiting for? Contact number XXXXXXX."

"The driving school owes him a piece of Qiu Mingshan!"

"..."

"Uh... okay, okay." Meng Lang was glad that he was low-key enough and was not photographed in the face.

It was probably just a random video taken by a passerby who was watching, and it accidentally went viral.

In this modern society where there is no public privacy...

Meng Lang searched carefully but no one found his personal information, so he felt relieved.

[Wu Mingshan is chasing his life! High energy ahead! The unknown masked car god plays cat and mouse! 】

As a result, as soon as he viewed a short video, another title popped up that made his lips twitch.

"Chi~" "Chi~"

Listening to the constant squealing of tires in the video, Meng Lang watched it with interest this time.

Who am I afraid of if I’m masked?

"I didn't expect...it turned out to be so handsome when I drove the car!"

The number of likes and comments on this video is even more exaggerated than the previous one, making it a hit today.

I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but I didn’t expect that the city was full of legends about me...

After touching his chin and feeling narcissistic, Meng Lang gradually frowned.

Although it is just a popular video, it shows from another aspect that as my soft and hard strength increases, even if I am not proactive, I am afraid that my little butterfly will have an increasing impact on the world...

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

People would rather care about the eating, drinking and sleeping habits of a poor actor than understand the turbulent inner world of an ordinary person.

This is about human nature, but the essential reason is that the "influence" of both parties is not on the same level.

This kind of influence is invisible. Even if you don't use it deliberately, your every move will still affect the world.

Just like a small insurance salesman.

"From now on... it's better to avoid doing such menacing things."

Putting down his phone, Meng Lang looked at the time. It was exactly 12 o'clock.

He looked at the "Wildfire" in his hand, and sure enough, the cover was slowly fading.

Not long after, the whole book took on a new look, and the next new life unfolded before his eyes...

"When Meteors Cross the Sky"

The light yellow cover is a huge shooting star with curved lines. Even if the sun is eclipsed, it looks brilliant and beautiful.

From the blazing red flame cover to the shooting star streaking across the sky, the connection in between is like a frame-by-frame gradient painting without any delay.

No matter how many times he watched it, Meng Lang always found this scene very magical.

Until the entire book was updated, it was still lying there quietly.

He was inexplicably relieved.

All this time, even if I use the method of ridiculing myself to numb myself, even if I comfort myself with the mentality of playing life, even if I deliberately avoid problems...

He also knew that he already had "inner demons" in his heart.

He was afraid that one day, he would be like the characters in the book, and the "Apocalypse" would suddenly disappear from his hands.

From the protagonist to the supporting role, from the profiteer to the victim.

He was also afraid that one day the previous owner of this book would suddenly appear in front of him and take the book back from his hands...

A free "express delivery"?

Who would believe that such a pie-in-the-sky thing could just happen to happen to me, an unlucky guy who has never won even 5 yuan in a lottery ticket, with a probability of one in billions?

Once the problem is studied deeply, it will inevitably make people think deeply.

Who is the "sender" hidden behind the scenes?

Is this a good intention, or is it a conspiracy woven in the name of "destiny"?

He believes that all gifts given by fate have already been marked with a secret price.

It's just that he doesn't know yet what he needs to pay...

However, although there is unspeakable fear deep in my heart.

But reading "books" is really addictive.

Having enjoyed the privilege of having the future in full control, how can we give up the pleasure of having our destiny rewritten bit by bit under our fingertips?

Perhaps his fear was never about death.

But... completely reduced to mediocrity...

Ps: This book is about a city in science fiction. It is a science fiction in the city. The style is rather weird. Due to handicaps and foreshadowing issues, the update experience is not good, so please be careful when updating!