Self-guided daily life after rebirth

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Su Tong grabbed the phone and suffered a sudden cardiopulmonary arrest.

"What's going on, what's going on, what happened?"

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Where did this save my life?

This is killing me!

How could a silly roe deer do it for no reason... Wait.

When she thought of something, she was no longer anxious, but just sighed:

"Okay, don't panic, you go and find out where he last appeared, I'll go back now."

"……Yes."

Su Tong then raised his head.

Next to him, Li Qingyuan came forward with great concern, concerned:

"What's the matter, what happened at home?"

The eldest lady raised her eyebrows, but she was calm, curled her lips and said:

"Oh, it's okay, it's just that a silly dog ​​raised by the family ran away from home in a stupid way."

"……what?"

Li Qingyuan was stunned.

Su Tong...do you have a dog?

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When Shagou woke up, he was in a secret room.

It was dark all around, and there were no lights around. Even if I tried my best to open my eyes wide, I couldn't catch any blurred outlines.

His arms were forcibly crossed behind his back, tightly bound, and his legs could not move—he immediately realized that he should be tied to a chair.

And the memory is broken on the way home.

Walking, walking aimlessly, a sudden pain in the back of the head.

The memory stopped, interrupted, and when it resumed, it was already in the secret room, tied to a chair and unable to move.

The silly roe deer sighed in his heart, it was really an old-fashioned way of kidnapping, and felt the pain in his head slightly.

Hope it doesn't give me a concussion.

he thinks.

But he didn't panic at all.

It seems to be as stable as an old dog, but it is actually more stable than an old dog.

Only the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in my ears.

Heavy, crisp, with a very rhythmic sense of rhythm, gradually approaching.

Su Tong narrowed his eyes.

There is a light in the dark.

The door of the room was opened, and then a burly figure walked in from the door, and the heavy military boots knocked on the ground with a crisp sound.

The silly roe deer was tied to a chair, facing the five big and three rough people, his face instantly became panicked.

Steady as an old dog has become a panicked group.

"Who are you!" he exclaimed, "Where am I!?"

Brilliant.

And his eyes were finally able to adapt to the sudden increase in brightness, so he was finally able to barely see the face of the person coming from the light outside the door.

Not Chinese.

He has a fleshy face, five big and three thick, and the muscles of the upper body are in the shape of a strong inverted triangle, and the outdoor light shines in, which just outlines the smooth and round head of the person.

Shaved!

But the skin is dark, plus the easily visible muscle outline and physical signs that do not belong to the yellow race...the identity is already obvious.

is black.

Silly roe deer once heard from the eldest lady that there will be a wonderful custom of black people carrying coffins in the future, but he never thought that he would actually be lucky enough to meet the protagonist in the custom, let alone in such a wonderful situation.

I just hope that a few good brothers will not appear later to carry him away happily.

But the black man had already walked up to him, bent down, grabbed his hair, and forcibly pulled him up.

It hurts.

So Su Tong screamed.

And the black man grinned grimly:

"Oh my god, boy you're awake, but look at your face...how is it as bad as John's new tattoo?"

His Chinese is quite fluent.

The silly roe deer couldn't help but want to complain in his heart.

Oh my big brother, your translation accent really makes me want to put on my pointed leather shoes and kick your ass hard!

But in fact, he was just panting heavily, staring at the black man with wide bloodshot eyes.

Not a word.

Lava of hatred burns in my heart.

Boiling, turbulent, almost piercing the chest cavity, and the eardrums were also buzzing in extreme anger.

But I have to endure it.

So Su Tong just stared at the black man in hatred, almost gritted his teeth.

The black man didn't care at all, he just turned his head and shouted out the door:

"Master Zhu, this kid is awake!"

There was a second sound of footsteps outside the door.

It is crisper, but relatively soft, and it sounds like the sound of leather shoes.

So when Su Tong looked over, he did see the black leather shoes that suddenly appeared in the light outside the door.

Then there are suit pants, a slightly bloated belly, a complete set of custom-made suits, a pure white shirt, a black bow tie... and finally a pale face that was hollowed out early by the color of wine.

There was also a rose in the pocket of the coat.

Su Tong narrowed his eyes for an instant, then relaxed again, pretending to be at a loss and slightly frightened.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he should go to make a movie, maybe he could bring back a statuette to win glory for the country.

He is on the third floor.

Mr. Zhu and the blacks are obviously on the first floor.

Mr. Zhu with a pale face at the door had already walked into the room with flimsy steps, approached, grinned again, and bent down to stare at Su Tong's face:

"Got you! Little mouse!"

Su Tong was still pretending to be stupid, but suddenly changed into an expression of enlightenment:

"It's you... Zhu Xun! You sent someone to kidnap me here!"

"That's right!" Zhu Xun smiled morbidly, "It seems that you do know a lot about the truth about that year, and the things you Uncle Chen told me are really true."

Su Tong put on a panicked and even trance expression at the right time:

"Uncle Chen... You said what Uncle Chen told you... What do you mean!"

The voice went from low to high, and finally turned into an unbelievably painful question.

He played it very well.

At least Young Master Zhu in front of him has shown a cruel and ferocious smile:

"Uncle Chen, which other Uncle Chen could it be? Of course it is the Uncle Chen who loves you the most, the Uncle Chen who helped both of you the most!"

He seems to be happy to see other people's expressions of pain and even collapse.

Su Tong thought about satisfying the client's last wish before he died, so he showed an expression of pain and even collapse.

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And Young Master Zhu smiled contentedly.

The baby received it, and the child was very happy and even laughed out loud.

After laughing, he lowered his head to look at Su Tong again:

"At first I wanted to let you go, but I didn't expect you to throw yourself into the net again. Then don't blame me for being cruel. Obviously, as long as I don't track it down, I won't do anything to you again, but the revenge of killing your father is so painful. You must You won’t let me go, right? I usually like Rory when I read villains in novels, and I’m always overturned by the protagonist. Of course you won’t be the protagonist...and I think I’m the villain, so of course To be more ruthless to you, to be more clean and tidy."

He turned to look at the black man and winked.

Then he grinned again:

"So, obediently become an idiot."

And Su Tong finally imitated him and grinned:

"Marlon Brando, The Godfather, Vito Don Corleone—bad imitations, not to mention you should know you're the villain, whether I'm the protagonist or not, but villains always die, don't they?"

His smile is quite bright.

Like a two-hundred-pound child.

[To be continued]

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Chapter 50 Good Luck

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Zhang Suiyue is a reporter.

It's a rookie reporter.

I have just stepped into the circle of journalists. I don’t care if I don’t have any experience. I can only hang out with the big brother in the unit, and I am squeezed out of course—he is doing all the dirty work, and the benefits are all in the hands of the big brother. .

But there is no way.

What a reporter wants is experience, that is, experience. Xiaomengxin, who has just stepped into the society from university, has none of these two things.

So I can only work for Big Brother in a daze.

It has been like this for more than a year.

Sometimes it hurts to think about it when you light a cigarette, why should he be commanded by the big brother who just relies on his seniority all day long? But it's just a wrong resume...

Crushing people to death?

He stood by the curb, lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and couldn't help coughing violently—it's been a year since he graduated and he still couldn't bear the smell of nicotine.

The old rascal said that if you are not used to smoking, you are still a student, and a student deserves to be called.

When he said this, his nostrils were turned upside down, and there was a smell of disdain from head to toe, which made Zhang Suiyue couldn't help but yearn to punch his greasy face.

As for you M, you didn’t come from university?

He also remembered that the old hooligan was just a veteran who came to work in a newspaper after graduating from high school, and he was supported by connections and seniority.

Oh, that's fine.

Zhang Suiyue sighed wearily, extinguished the cigarette on the trash can next to it, and threw it into the smoke extinguisher above.

Then he smiled wryly.