The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Ding Dong! Your Zhifu Pay has received 50,000 yuan."

Meng Lang's eyes widened. "We all graduated from the same university, why do we seem to belong to two different classes? Is it so profitable to be in real estate?"

"It's not that I'm good at it, it's that you're too bad at it!"

"Hey, hey! This is really heartbreaking. Why don't you give it up if the situation is difficult? But why don't you ask me why I borrowed the money?"

"When we were fighting in college, did you ask me why I was fighting before you rushed me?"

"No."

"Then it's over."

Meng Lang felt moved in his heart, "Don't worry, I will definitely repay you..."

"Don't be stupid, but I'm warning you, you are not allowed to engage in pornography, gambling or drugs, otherwise your friends will not be able to do it."

"Am I that kind of person!"

Therefore, when a person is at a low point, how important is a reliable friend? Meng Lang swept away the depression after watching "Mein Kampf" and rekindled his fighting spirit.

If you have a series of traps, I will jump over them one by one to show you!

And you have to avoid the pits that you should avoid, and you can’t make less money that you should make!

Picking up the bowl and gulping down the chestnut porridge in front of him, Meng Lang wiped the corners of his mouth and said energetically, "I have something to do in the afternoon, you eat slowly, I'm leaving first!"

"Huh? What's going on?" Duan Xian, who was putting cabbage in his mouth, looked at Meng Lang in confusion.

"Go to the bank a few times!"

"What???"

Just go to the bank. What do you mean by going to the bank several times?

In a blink of an eye, Meng Lang's back disappeared from the doorway like a whirlwind.

Duan Xian stuffed the cabbage in his chopsticks into his mouth, holding half a cabbage in his mouth and frowning in thought.

Always feel like something is wrong?

"Hello, your total consumption is 128, and members get a 20% discount." At this moment, the landlady blinked her big watery eyes and handed over a bill.

Duan Xian: "..."

What about your treat as promised?

While he was feeling depressed, his cell phone rang suddenly. He took a look and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Mom? What's wrong...what?" Duan Xian's face changed...

…

Meng Lang said he went to the bank several times, but he really went there several times.

Hua Xia Bank, Hua Xia Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, Hua Xia Construction Bank, Huaxin Bank, Mingsheng Bank...

Meng Lang was like a hard-working little hamster, wandering around various financial institutions in the city.

"Hello, I would like to apply for a credit card."

"Okay, what kind of credit card do you want to apply for?"

"The one with the highest limit!"

Meng Lang did the same opening remarks and the same process a total of 7 times.

Get your ID card, fill in the information, open the card, and activate it.

Fortunately, banks are now promoting paperless self-service services, making card application very efficient and the entire process takes no more than fifteen minutes.

Even so, Meng Lang could have done it before the bank closed.

The seven credit cards in his pocket were the result of a whole afternoon. Adding the two he originally had, Meng Lang had a total of nine credit cards and successfully promoted to "Card Master"!

A credit card can accompany you in your daily life, and it can also accompany you in your romantic affairs. You don’t have to use it, but you can’t live without it. At critical moments, it is your emergency treasury.

That's right! Meng Lang plans to use credit cards to solve a wave of "primitive accumulation of capital."

Knowing clearly that a stock market crash was about to occur in the future, how to quickly obtain a large amount of initial funds and conduct the reverse operation of shorting the stock market became the key to the "gold content" of Meng Lang's first pot of gold in life.

Money is not everything, but if you want to change your destiny, you can’t do it without money!

Of course, such frequent applications for credit cards in a short period of time will definitely have a negative impact on citizens' credit reports for a certain period of time.

But Meng Lang is not worried at all. With money, he can get his credit back again!

When he dragged his tired body back downstairs to the rental house, the sun was already setting.

Just turned a corner.

"Bang!" "Ouch!"

A small figure suddenly bumped into Meng Lang's waist.

He was fine, but the little guy who bumped into him squatted down and fell backwards. A bag he was holding fell to the ground, and a few potatoes were scattered on the ground, attracting the attention of passers-by around him.

"Eh? Are you okay?" Seeing that the other person was a little girl, Meng Lang quickly went up to help her.

"It's okay, I'm sorry, uncle, I bumped into you." The little girl apologized to Meng Lang in a panic.

"It doesn't matter, you didn't mean it." Meng Lang naturally wouldn't argue with a little girl.

But this voice seems a bit familiar?

Seeing the little girl hurriedly picking up potatoes from the ground, Meng Lang hurriedly knelt down to help.

As a result, I accidentally caught a glimpse of red in the palm of the little girl's hand and was stunned.

"You are hurt?"

The little girl shrank her hand and said timidly, "It's okay, it's just a scratch."

Meng Lang put the last potato back into the bag and looked inside. There were several potatoes, a handful of vegetables, tomatoes and a few eggs.

He looked the little girl up and down.

He is about 1.2 meters tall and is wearing the uniform of the nearby Qingsong Primary School. He has a baby-fat round face and a pair of big, dark eyes that are very cute.

She was only six or seven years old, and she would normally be at the age where her parents would take her to and from school, but now she was carrying a vegetable basket like a housewife, looking a little happy but also a little sad.

"Goodbye, uncle!" The little girl politely held the bag, bent towards Meng Lang, and then turned and left.

Meng Lang felt inexplicably sad when he saw the little guy struggling to carry the supermarket bag that almost reached his waist and walking quickly forward as if he was in a hurry.

The little girl walking in front suddenly felt a lightness in her hand. She looked up and realized that the uncle had snatched her bag away.

"I happened to be on the way with you, so I can help you with some of it."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Meng Lang was already walking forward on his own, she could only say "Thank you, uncle" and then took two quick steps to lead the way.

The golden afterglow stretched the two people's figures very long, but the further they walked, the weirder the expression on Meng Lang's face became.

Vaguely, Meng Lang seemed to have realized something.

Sure enough, when the two of them stood downstairs in Building No. 5 of the community, the expression on Meng Lang's face was wonderful.

"Uncle, I'm here."

Meng Lang looked at the little girl with complicated eyes, "Your...name is Xiaoyu? You live in 302?"

"Huh? Uncle, do you know me?"

More than just acquaintance, thanks to you, I went to jail and was criticized by thousands of people!

"Is this...the so-called fate..."

He murmured in a low voice, vaguely seeming to hear the gears of fate turning "click-click".

He finally figured out something.

For example, why is this girl named Xiao Yu who has never appeared in "A Tragic Life"?

In "Mein Kampf", it completely changed my life.

There is only one explanation.

I have never met this little girl in the time and space of "A Miserable Life"!

However, today, the future of "A Tragic Life" has been changed by itself.

In order to earn the first pot of gold, he would apply for a credit card. Because of this, he met Xiao Yu at this moment, and the fate of the two became entangled.

In the end, the future evolved into "Mein Kampf"!

His brain was burning violently, and an even more terrifying suspicion emerged in Meng Lang's mind.

Logically speaking, he should be deeply touched by the vicious murder that happened next door, even if it was a little girl he didn't know at all.

But in "A Miserable Life", this matter is never mentioned.

Is it because my investment failed at that time and I was in a confused and autistic state, so I was indifferent?

Or is it because there is no personal pain, so at most it is only a few dozen seconds of memory fragments during the news broadcast, and it is not included in his memoirs at all?

Or, in that time and space... the girl was not dead at all! ?

Meng Lang froze.

If it is the last possibility, then in other words, the girl's death... was probably caused by herself?

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

If she hadn't wanted to change her destiny, this innocent little girl might still be dependent on her sister.

In the more distant future, she may be able to attend an ideal university and form a happy family with her loved one...

I might have ruined a lovely girl's beautiful life for myself?

When he thought of this, Meng Lang felt a deep sense of guilt inexplicably.

He even had the urge to reverse the flow of time and would rather everything return to its original destiny.

etc! Now is not the time to blame yourself!

If you can change your destiny once, you can change it the second time!

Meng Lang forced his brain to calm down and sorted out the line of fate again.

"Since today's encounter is the cause of everything, that means that the murderer probably saw the scene where Xiao Yu and I were together, so he came up with the plan to kill Xiao Yu and frame the blame on me?

Such a careful layout shows that he may have been eyeing Xiaoyu for a long time!

In other words, he should be... right here! "

Meng Lang was shocked when he thought of this.

He quickly raised his head and swept around.

At a glance, a figure wearing a mask and hood not far away just turned around and disappeared around the corner.

Meng Lang's pupils suddenly shrank.

If he was just an ordinary person, facing such passers-by, he might not be taken seriously at all.

But it's a pity that Meng Lang is not an ordinary person!

He is the "divine reader" who has read the entire "Homicide Comics", also known as the "Spoiler Dog"!

Forget about wearing a mask, you can say you have a cold and a fever, but it’s already dusk, what kind of hood are you wearing?

And that path, if I remember correctly, does lead to the entrance and exit of a community.

However, because that entrance is a fire escape, it is closed all year round for the convenience of management. It will only be opened by dedicated personnel when a fire breaks out.

It’s impossible for residents in the neighborhood not to know this.

In other words, it is a dead end!

Meng Lang's lips curved into a sneer.

murderer! Didn't expect it!

You were already circled in the first episode!