The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Meng Lang took out his mobile phone and opened his 12306.

As a "ticket anxious patient" who has experienced the Spring Festival ticket rush in college, he had already bought the high-speed rail ticket several days in advance on the night he decided to go home.

[Su City-Wu City, departure time 11:35AM, passenger Meng Lang, ID number...]

Select search again, and sure enough, I found a train that was one train earlier.

[Su City-Wu City, departure time 11:15AM]

emm…

Meng Lang covered his face.

20 minutes! Just for a mere 20 minutes, a brother's precious life was ruined!

[Perhaps it’s due to a change in mentality, or maybe it’s because I realize that life is short. Because of this hardship and shortness, I started to work non-stop and go my own way...]

Brother, you are really non-stop and insist on your own way!

This painful lesson taught Meng Lang that for him, a man who was jealous of the whole world, unplanned often meant accidents.

Because destiny is always watching you...

He decided that even if someone wanted to send him off by helicopter in the future, he would definitely travel in a low-carbon manner according to his own schedule!

I am a planner and I refuse to have my plans disrupted!

Using psychological suggestions to himself, Meng Lang conveyed his summary of the failure of this life to his brothers.

It is said that this time I also encountered a traffic accident, but I didn't stop updating and kept writing until the end of my life. This is much more dedicated than the person who flew on the plane.

He had long discovered that the recording method in this book was a bit mysterious.

Much of the content does not appear to be written by him, but is written from a first-person perspective.

Another example is the time when Lin Haitang ghost-wrote, he was even marked as a monument, but this autobiography still records it as it should. It’s damn good!

But now, the function of this autobiography seems to be more powerful, and it starts to use God's perspective...

Because of Tristin!

Meng Lang returned his attention to the content of the book itself.

Although it was Yan Weiwei who "indirectly" killed her, the key question is, what caused the sudden "farewell at the station"?

Why didn’t Yan Weiwei send me off a few times?

Meng Lang focused on the sudden change in Yan Weiwei's attitude towards him!

After finding this reason, I found the source of the accident.

But...how did my emotional line unfold?

From the description, it seems like what happened after I drank some wine "tomorrow"?

But with the strength of both parties, even if he wanted to do something drunk, he would basically end up dying miserably.

Meng Lang, who was puzzled, shook his head and could only put aside his personal emotional issues and write a word in his notebook.

"liquor?"

Continuing to search for clues in the book, I soon discovered another suspicious point.

[The dinner that day was delicious. Under the dim candlelight, I made a bold decision that even I thought was incredible! 】

Candlelight?

Who uses candles these days?

Could it be a candlelight dinner tonight? Such a surprise? But it always feels very inconsistent.

Write two more words, "candlelight"!

Read on.

[...received a call from Wang Zhaoping.

I thought he was here to ask for news, but unexpectedly, he asked about her relationship with Lu Kexin out of nowhere.

Then I got some shocking news from him...]

Lu Kexin...is dead?

Meng Lang frowned and turned the pages of the book to look at the photos this time.

The background of the photo that catches the eye is a semi-finished building with a height of about 20 stories but only a reinforced concrete skeleton. The external scaffolding has not yet been removed.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds and looked very deserted, like an unfinished building.

Unlike before, there were a lot of people in the photo this time. Seven or eight police officers were around taking photos to collect evidence, and the familiar figure of Wang Zhaoping was prominently among them.

The scene has been surrounded by a warning tape.

There were flashing red and blue police car lights, a blue and white ambulance, and the most dazzling thing, a humanoid body lying on the ground, covered with a white cloth.

In the early morning sunlight, the unfinished building casts a long oblique shadow, covering all the characters in the photo, making it look a bit lonely and gloomy...

Meng Lang felt a little heavy for no reason.

He didn't know where this heaviness came from.

Perhaps it is the instinctive aversion to the evil in the world, or it may be the cry of a soul that has disappeared in time and space...

This is another new life trajectory.

He was certain that Wang Zhaoping had never received this call in his previous life, otherwise his brother would have reminded him long ago and he would not have known about it until today.

As for why Wang Zhaoping contacted him, Meng Lang probably guessed it.

He took out his phone, pulled out the address book, and clicked on the friend with the note "Kexin".

If there was an acquaintance among the recent contacts in the deceased's mobile phone, I'm afraid anyone would call and ask, right?

Meng Lang casually opened Lu Kexin's Moments and found that the other party's last Moments was on March 27, which was the day after the Yuan Li incident.

[Happiness may not only be obtained through deception? 】

emm…

The smell of this chicken soup seems familiar?

Meng Lang thought about it carefully, and then suddenly remembered that this was what he said to Lu Kexin before leaving the hotel that day!

No wonder it was cooked. It turned out that the chicken soup was made by myself.

Judging from the question mark at the end, it seems that the other party is caught in some kind of inner entanglement?

So...is this related to the murder of the other party?

It was clear that he was fine after living with "him" for 18 years, so why was he suddenly killed after being rejected by himself?

There is no doubt that this is another chain reaction caused by my little butterfly...

Then the third question comes, why didn’t I receive a call from Wang Zhaoping in the previous times and space?

Was Lu Kexin not dead, or was she dead but Wang Zhaoping didn't notify me?

Meng Lang wrote the third keyword in his notebook with a solemn expression.

"Telephone".

Immediately, he looked at Lu Kexin's selfie and fell into deep thought.

Ordinarily, this woman has nothing to do with him, and there is absolutely no need for him to do anything for her.

There are so many murders in the world every day, how many can I save even if I die from exhaustion?

But this kills two lives. Lu Kexin still has a child in her belly, and her brother has raised him for eighteen years...

Strictly speaking, might he be the other person's "godfather"?

Mentally finding an excuse for himself to take action, Meng Lang picked up his phone.

But the cursor flashed in the input box for a long time, but Meng Lang couldn't type a word.

It's back to the old question again, and now I'm reminding her, how can she explain her foresight?

What if he fails to persuade the other party and the communication records end up in the hands of the police... How can he explain his unpredictable future?

In addition, even if the fatal danger was avoided tonight, the murderer was still watching unscathed. After all, he was treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

There is a loophole in this method!

Fortunately, he is no longer alone.

On the chessboard of destiny, I also have chess pieces that I can control...

I picked up my phone and took a photo of the upper part of the photo in the book.

After carefully checking to confirm that no "sensitive information" such as police officers and police cars appeared in the photo, Meng Lang sent the photo taken directly to Wang Zhaoping.

If you have any difficulties, of course you should contact the Paw Paw Team!

Archie: [? ? ? 】

Soon, Wang Zhaoping sent three question marks.

Meng said: [We have a clue. The location is in the suburbs, near the unfinished building in the photo, which is where their transaction took place. 】

Archie: [Really? (⊙o⊙)】

Meng said: [90% sure! The trading time is between 10 o'clock and 12 o'clock tonight! 】

Archie: [Did you even get the trading time? Brothers have great powers! 】

Meng said: [Generally so. 】

After a while, Wang Zhaoping sent another message.

Archie: [Found it, that place is desolate, and it is indeed a very suitable place for trading. Don’t worry, brother, I will organize people to ambush you! 】

Meng Lang responded with a cheering expression.

Meng said: [By the way, let me ask you a question, did you choose your WeChat nickname by yourself? 】

Archie: [No, my son named me this not long ago. He asked me to change it to this one, saying it was one of his favorite male protagonists. 】

Meng said: [emm... Captain Wang probably doesn’t have much time to play with his children, right? 】

Archie: [Alas! I work early in the morning and stay late at night. Sometimes I am away from home for several days and rarely spend time with my children. How do you know? 】

Meng said: [Guess, alas! Pity the parents in the world. 】

Archie: [You typed one less word. 】

Meng said: [……]

Putting down his phone, Meng Lang sighed inwardly.

I can only help you so far.

…

Room 302.

Meng Lang sat at the dining table and kept looking around.

"What's the matter? What are you looking for?" Lin Haitang on the opposite side asked a little strangely.

Find candles.

"Ahem! It's okay. Tonight...is normal?" Meng Lang laughed.

"Otherwise?" Lin Haitang looked at him strangely.

Yes, everything is normal.

The dinner was delicious as usual, Lin Haitang looked like a pyramid, there was no red wine, no candles, everything seemed to be the same as before...

But what about candlelight?

Could it be the Imagist narrative technique used by the guy who fell into love brain?

My full expectations were in vain...cough!

My dead brain cells were blinded in vain.

Realistic, can you be more realistic, brother?

Human life is at stake, why are you so lyrical? !

But speaking of which, not everything is normal today. There are at least two things that are not normal.

"Why didn't Yan Weiwei come today?"

Meng Lang stuffed a piece of pickled cucumber into his mouth and bit into it.

"Weiwei said she has something to do tonight and won't come over," Lin Haitang said.

"Strange."

Meng Lang shook his head, and then pointed with a strange look at Lin Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the sofa holding a small bowl and eating while watching TV.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, I heard that the class is organizing a children's drama performance. Xiaoyu seems to be quite interested in it and said that she needs to learn more and learn more."

"Children's drama?" Meng Lang looked at what was playing on TV. It was indeed a "Cinderella" drama, but an adult version.

Meng Lang couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Xiaoyu's sullen face and concentration.

"As expected of Xiao Yu, he is so serious about everything he does."

"Hmm... Actually, she usually doesn't care much about this kind of class activities, so I'm a little surprised.

But being interested in performing on stage is not a bad thing. "

Lin Haitang smiled and didn't care much, just treating it as a romantic feeling that every girl would have.

Interested in a show?

This sentence touched Meng Lang's sensitive nerve.

He looked at Xiao Yu who was attentive. Apart from Lin Haitang's matter, she was indeed the rare person who cared so much about one thing.

interest? Just don’t develop it into a career plan.

What if Xiaoyu is accidentally trained to become an actor...

emm…

Celebrities make much more money than doctors. What a big crisis!

Xiaoyu, please don’t go astray!

Just when Meng Lang was planning how to reveal the chaos in your circle to Xiao Yu, such as once again quoting scriptures to discuss the relationship between Cecilia and Yapeng...

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, all the lights went out at the same time, even the TV dimmed instantly, and the entire room suddenly fell into darkness.

"Ah! There's a power outage!" Xiao Yu's exclamation came from the darkness.

Not only indoors, but also within the visible range outside the window, there was almost complete darkness. It was obvious that all nearby streets were without power.

"Xiaoyu, please stay still while I turn on my phone for lighting."

The next moment, a bright mobile phone light came from Lin Haitang's hand.

"Huh? Meng Lang, what's wrong with you?"

The only light shone on Meng Lang's face, reflecting Meng Lang's stunned face.

"Ah...oh! I'm fine."

"Yeah! I remember that there are spare candles at home. Just wait a moment while I look for them."

Soon, three weak candlelights lit up, dispersing the darkness in the hut, and also reflected Meng Lang's somewhat dumbfounded expression at this time.

Candlelight! It turns out there really is candlelight!

I misunderstood you. You are indeed a staunch materialist and don't do those bells and whistles.

But can you be more direct next time and add the word "power outage" to the book? What will happen? How difficult is it?

Or is it because you are jealous that I am the protagonist and you are not, and you deliberately tease your "self" in such an innocuous way?

Brother, it's boring for you to do this.

On behalf of tens of millions of brothers after today, I collectively condemn you!

However, I still have to eat food. I have just eaten a few mouthfuls and my stomach is not full at all.

By the dim candlelight, Meng Lang continued to pick up vegetables calmly.

"Sister, I've finished eating. Then I'm going back to the room to study the script." Xiaoyu put the empty bowl on the table.

"Eh? So fast? Then go in with a candle. I don't know how long the electricity will be off."

The moment Xiao Yu turned around and entered the room, I don't know if it was Meng Lang's imagination, but Xiao Yu seemed to finally turn around and wink at him meaningfully.

Well……

I must have read it wrong.

Meng Lang's hands picking up vegetables couldn't help but feel a little stiff, and his movements were no longer as natural as before.

A dark world, dim candlelight, two people sitting opposite each other at the dining table...

As Xiao Yu left, the sudden candlelight dinner made the atmosphere in the house seem a little ambiguous.

Glancing at Lin Haitang opposite, Meng Lang's heart beat a little fast.

Under the candlelight, Lin Haitang's peach blossom face was so beautiful that it took people's breath away. He quickly lowered his head.

"Ahem! It's strange. There was no notification of a power outage, and I don't know when it will be restored. The facilities in this old community are just backward." He tried to find a topic to ease the embarrassment.

"Yeah!" Who knew that the other person just responded softly.

have to! I can't talk any more.

Both of them noticed the strange atmosphere, and then they just quietly picked up vegetables and ate.

"Click!" Their chopsticks collided lightly on the same piece of tofu, and the next moment they both retracted at the same time.

The air was quiet for a moment, and Lin Haitang suddenly stood up.

"I'm full, let's go see Xiaoyu."

She seemed to want to escape from this embarrassing atmosphere, and her steps were a little hurried, but Meng Lang also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah!" exclaimed.

In the darkness, Lin Haitang seemed to have tripped over something and fell forward.

Meng Lang instinctively reached out to help, but...

"Wow~"

The chair tipped over and the view spun.

The next moment, Meng Lang, who didn't know what was happening, was already eye-to-eye with Lin Haitang who was lying on the ground...

The air became silent for a moment.

Lin Haitang's long eyelashes couldn't help trembling as he looked at Lin Haitang who was so close. A sentence suddenly popped into Meng Lang's mind.

[The dinner that day was delicious. Under the dim candlelight, I made a bold decision that even I thought was incredible! 】

emm…

At that time, her lips were only 3 centimeters away from mine. I didn't know what I would choose next.

But I'm sure...someone made a beast...