Chapter 11 10. There is one less person in the world, but one more ghost

On the first day, there was one less person and one more ghost in the world. The next day, there was one less ghost and one more person in the world. The day the writer met Gu Panpan on the Internet, her name was "Bite". Now, she really jumped up and bit the writer's seven inches tightly. Perhaps, before some bad luck comes, the parties always have some feelings. Before and after being blackmailed, the writer told a director of the company: Recently, he often feels inexplicably afraid. Sometimes, he is also afraid of wind, rain, and seeing too many people gathering in the square. I'm also afraid of the leaves falling on my head...

In the evening, he asked Mijia to meet in a high-end teahouse.In the teahouse, Sting's "Shape Of My Heart" is playing. Mitya arrived in her bay BMW. As soon as she sat down, she said carelessly, "Why is your face so ugly?" The writer sighed and said, "I've been ripped off." Mijia picked up the teacup and put it down again: "Who?" The writer hesitated for a moment, did not mention the dirty deal, but said: "A girl. She wants 1 million from me. I have no choice but to come to you for help. Is there any money in the company's account? Can I lend it to you?" Me, I'll pay it back slowly."

Mijia smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, as if some makeup had fallen off: "This is news, we can't wait for it! Leave her alone, let her go." Helplessness appeared in the writer's eyes. In fact, Micah most hoped that the writer would break the news. In that case, more people would pay attention to the midnight program, which would bring huge advertising revenue.For this reason, she would not care about his personal reputation. Mijia continued to smile and said: "If you want to get popular, it's either a lawsuit - if there is no quarrel, there will be speculation; or there will be pornographic news, if there is no color, then you will not be popular. Now, everyone is impetuous and only likes to watch the excitement .”

Speaking of this, Mijia even began to look forward to it: "A girl and a speech novelist, who love to hate, publish the recordings of him and her in bed..." The writer looked at Mijia's face in despair, and suddenly said: "This matter is different from what you think." Mijia picked up the teacup and blew on it: "Tell me about the specific situation." "She's a chicken," says the writer. Mijia almost spat it out, she opened her mouth wide, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes moved to her brows: "You—whoring?" The writer said: "I'm writing a story recently, which involves the plot of a prostitute. I want to get acquainted with life..."

Mitya immediately thought of himself, and suddenly became impatient: "You didn't catch any disease, did you?" "I only have this one time, and she's a student, no way," said the writer. Mijia slammed the teacup on the table and said, "You did it to yourself!" She understood that this was no longer a scandal, but a scandal.Once exposed, it will be infamous for thousands of years. The writer said: "If she can't satisfy her, she will definitely die with me. I am finished, and the show is also finished..." So far, the writer has half asked for help and half threatened Mijia.At present, he is her cash cow. If he can't keep his reputation, he won't be able to keep the reputation of the midnight show, and he won't be able to keep her money.

Mitya glared at him, looked out the window, and said nothing. Suddenly, she said, "Kill her." The writer shivered: "You kill or I kill?" Mijia glared at him again: "Isn't she just a chicken? How can you kill a chicken with a butcher's knife! Hire someone, and you can do it for tens of thousands of dollars." The writer thought for a while, and suddenly said: "No, no, no! In that case, we are all finished!" Mijia said impatiently: "You can't fucking do big things! Forget it, then I'll find someone to teach her a lesson, so that she won't dare to pester you again."

"Where can I find someone?" "As long as you give money, there are countless people who are willing to do it!" Saying that, Micah pointed to the male waiter standing aside: "—for example, him." Seeing Mijia pointing at him, the waiter immediately came over and asked respectfully, "Do you need any help?" Mijia waved his hand and said, "No need." The waiter returned to the original place and continued to serve. Mijia picked up the ostrich leather satchel, stood up, and said, "Just tell your horror story. You don't need to worry about this matter. I'll arrange it now."

The writer wanted to say something, but Mijia had already pulled out his phone, dialed and walked outside. She didn't take a sip of tea. Sting is singing: I know spades are soldiers' swords, I know clubs are weapons of war, I know diamonds mean money in this game, but none of them are the shape of my heart... He looked at Mijia's chubby back and shivered. At noon the next day, Mijia called the writer to her office. The two were discussing how to teach Gu Panpan a lesson, and Gu Panpan's text message came after him: 1 find 0, I am patiently waiting for you.bite. After the writer finished reading, Liushen handed the mobile phone to Mijia helplessly.

Mijia didn't answer, just glanced at it, eyes full of disgust. The writer withdrew his hand, thought for a while, and turned off the phone. Mijia said: "I have a gangster friend who went to Russia. Yesterday, I had a phone call with him, and he helped me find someone. This person is in Xijing." The room immediately had the atmosphere of a gangster movie. The writer looked back at the door and whispered, "Have you met this person?" Mijia looked at him contemptuously and said, "You are such a scholar! How could I possibly meet him!" The writer nodded and said, "Yes, yes, you can only use the phone."

Mijia said: "In order to contact this person, I bought a new number and threw it away after settling this matter. In the morning, I negotiated the price with him, and I have already remitted part of the money to his card. " "You move so fast." "At night, you call that girl, change your accent, pretend to be a southerner, the price can be higher, and fish her to Xuangua Village, and I will let this person lie in ambush there." "Xuan Gua Village?" "It's safe to be out of the way." "He won't kill her?" "No, I've explained everything."

As he said that, Mijia took out a black mobile phone from the drawer and said, "This new number is not registered and has never been used once. You use this to contact her." The writer took the black phone and put it tremblingly in his pocket. At night, the writer did not turn on the lights. He stayed at home alone, clutching the black phone Mijia had provided him, waiting for instructions. The shape of this black mobile phone is a bit peculiar, much like a video game console.It's just that what it manipulates now is not the life and death of game characters, but reality. It was getting darker and darker. Finally, Mijia used the office landline to get through to the writer's landline. "You can ask her out now," she said quietly. "OK." "Don't hang up the phone, I'm listening." "Don't hang up, I have to discuss with you at any time..." Then, the writer put down the phone carefully, picked up the black cell phone, and dialed the transaction number of Gu Panpan... He claimed to be an art dealer in Yunnan and lived in Xuangua Village.Last week, he said, he had chatted with her online and left her number.Now, he asked her to come to serve him. Finally, he said, "I'll pick you up on the dirt road leading to the road from Xuangua Village." Changing the accent and even the voice is the writer's strong point, and it did not arouse Gu Panpan's suspicion at all. When Gu Panpan went to Xuangua Village, Mi Jia immediately ordered the person she hired to rush towards Xuangua Village at the same time. Everything is in order. The writer waits with Mika. The writer walks around restlessly on the floor of his home. Mijia was sitting on the boss chair in the office, playing with a milky white Zippo lighter in his hand: click, click, click, click... every time, the flame would rise high. His and her landlines are always connected. In the middle, Gu Panpan made a phone call and raised doubts about the location. The writer casually said what Mijia said: "It's safe to be remote." An hour later, the writer heard Mijia's mobile phone ringing on the landline. She didn't say anything and kept listening.Tens of seconds later, she hung up the phone and said to the writer on the landline: "Well, there is one less person in this world, and one more ghost." Today is March 8th, Women's Day. The writer slumped down on the sofa. Mijia explained some precautions, but the writer didn't listen to anything, just perfunctory "uh-uh-ah". After hanging up the phone, he leaned against the wall blankly and stood there for ten minutes, his whole body began to tremble violently.