Chapter 7 01 The half key broken in the lock

It’s so hard to find inspiration. Ever since I sold the stack of supernatural photos and scary hotel stories to Nine Knives, for a while I rode around with my camera to see if there were any scary ghosts, but I just didn’t take any pictures. To something that can be sold to nine knives. I tried to search for all kinds of weird keywords on the Internet, but the rare anecdotes I found were all dismissive. He said: "As long as I can find things with Google, I will not pay for them." Your money, unless you continue to dig out first-hand information that others can’t google!” What he said is not completely unreasonable, but how easy is it?

Just when I read a weird newspaper report about a fat woman who had been imprisoned in the toilet for two years, and planned to focus on her for an in-depth interview, Nine Knives called me in a rage. "Wang Daming! You help me with a shitty thing and I'll pay for it!" he yelled. "What's so hot, boss?" I said respectfully, picking my toes. "Do you know how many readers you have to deal with every day as a best-selling author? Fuck! There are so many readers writing to me every day, is it possible for me to reply to them one by one? Of course, I only pick Zhengmei to reply! I just reply to Zhengmei My sister encourages them to have a good life every day, so I can't finish the questions! How can I have time to answer questions that have nothing to do with Zhengmei? Have……"

After listening to Nine Knives' angry complaints for half an hour, I finally knew what was going on. It turned out that a female reader wrote a letter to Jiu Da Dao and asked him: "Dear Jiu Da Dao, my father is dying of a stroke, and he has no appetite for anything to eat. Excuse me, what should I feed him to be healthy?" Let him go on his way in peace?" It is natural that Nine Swords had no interest in replying to such letters, and they procrastinated for no reason. Unexpectedly, the female reader was persistent and kept asking questions for many days. But the nine knives are still birds, and his life is still only replying to Zhengmei's doubts.

"By the way, isn't she a woman?" I was puzzled by this. "How do I know if she's a real girl?" Jiu Dao was very angry. No response was received, so the female reader shifted her position and launched a resentment attack against the Nine Swords blog. Every day, she left more than a hundred repetitive messages on the Nine Swords blog. Nine Swords were so bad, so Use the system blacklist to restrict her messages.This reader's resentment should not be underestimated. As soon as he found out that he was thrown into the blacklist, he immediately registered a new account and launched a new wave of message offensives, making Jiu Dao hard to guard against...

A total of nine knives used the blacklist 27 times, and she also changed 28 accounts. "So what do you want me to do?" I asked. "That reader left her contact information, you can contact her instead of me and see what she wants!" Jiu Dao said viciously: "No matter what method you use, I just don't want to see my blog again. That kind of unsightly flooding message appears!" "Why don't you just answer her, just give her father something to eat? For example, ginseng soup, chicken soup, red bean soup, Sishen soup, whatever you like is fine?" I was a little confused.

In fact, it can be prevaricated by just answering casually. Why do you have to make it so complicated? The nine knives were silent for a while, and then slowly opened their mouths. "Damn it, I have a hunch, if I fail to answer, this type of perverted reader will continue to harass me with new questions... Absolutely not wrong, this type of reader's harassment is absolutely endless I hope that after you meet her, you must cut off any interest in me from this reader, and you will not hesitate to sacrifice your own chastity and life if necessary.” "... Oh, no problem, I'm the best at sacrificing your own life, so leave it to me."

Before hanging up the phone, I copied down the other person's cell phone and address, took a nap, and then set off slowly. I thought to myself, Nine Knives is really ridiculous, and they would pay me to do such trivial things. I think writers are really a very idiotic profession, and they can’t get along with people normally, so they want to spend money in such a mess. flower. People, you have to be poor to be normal. The location of this mission is far away in Zhongli. This female reader of the Nine Swords blog made an appointment with me at the door of the Stepping Stone Bookstore near Zhongli Railway Station.It is said that Jiu Dao often goes to sign books.

I arrived on time, and from a distance, I saw that the other party was a girl who looked like a high school student. She was not ugly, and it would not be too much to call her a good girl if you lowered the standard.According to the standard of the Five Lantern Award, you can get four lights. If you calculate it with the test paper, you should get 78 points! This girl has a melon-seeded face without makeup, two braids tied with bright red bows hanging down to her ears, wearing a pleated skirt that is unusually rare these days, and the white socks are pulled high above the skirt. What about the shoes? They are black round-toed leather shoes, anyway, the overall style is retro.

"Hello, I am the special assistant of Nine Swords. My name is Wang Daming. Wang is Wang, Da is that Da, and Ming is tomorrow's Ming." I smiled and spread my palms to reveal my pre-written name. . "Tomorrow? Will there really be tomorrow?" The girl said with misty eyes. "No problem in general." I answered so lightly, and I was slightly surprised. "My name is Wenhui." The girl wrote her name in the air with her finger. This method of writing in the air to introduce one's name is very self-willed, but the two characters Wen and Hui are basically symmetrical, and with the pronunciation I heard just now, I can understand it.

"...You said just now that you are the special assistant of Nine Swords?" Wen Hui took a step closer and looked at me carefully: "Why didn't the nine swords come by themselves? Why didn't the nine swords come by themselves? Why didn't the nine swords come by themselves? Why didn't the nine swords come by themselves, why..." It was uncomfortable to be stared at like this. I interrupted Wenhui's questioning like a machine gun, and said casually: "Actually, it is like this. Jiu Dao couldn't come because he had something to do, but he himself attached great importance to your entrustment, so he specially hired me to help you find your father." What you want to eat. Only at very critical moments will you dispatch me!"

"What's the matter at the moment?" Wen Hui's slightly distorted expression seemed to be suppressing the more excited emotions underneath. "Well, for the time being..." My brain was beating fast, and I said with a smile, "This is a secret! Actually, there is a bizarre kidnapping and extortion case, the situation is very critical, and the nine knives are also a chair in a crime novel family. The police It is necessary to use the ingenuity of the nine knives to find the whereabouts of the kidnappers and meat tickets, so he is now using his fantasy skills to defend justice in the police station, so there is no time." What the hell. "Is the kidnapping and extortion case more important than what my dad wants to eat?" Wen Hui frowned. I was slightly startled, and nodded with embarrassment: "There should be." I saw Wen Hui close her eyes, walk around counterclockwise on the spot, stomp her feet vigorously, and scratch the seat cushion of the motorcycle parked on the arcade with her nails. I looked at her who was venting a little embarrassedly. Suddenly, Wenhui slapped herself hard on the face, screaming, "It's my fault! I'm so selfish! I'm so selfish! I'm so selfish!" Shocked, I comforted her in a panic: "It's okay, don't blame yourself too much!" Wen Hui, who had half of her face red and swollen, nodded, stretched out her hand and pulled me away. "This!" I was shocked again. "Come to my house and see my dad." Wen Hui said lightly, but the strength in her hand was very firm. It's unbelievable, Wenhui's hands are soft and soft, like cotton candy. I have never held hands with a girl in my life. I didn't expect that the first time I dedicated it to a part-time job that can make money. Nine knives are so charming, if he knows that this trip can hold the reader's soft hand, he will definitely come by himself no matter how far away! Wenhui's home is located on the fourth floor of an old apartment. Dilapidated, when passing the second and third floors, people on the left and right have been emptied, leaving only discarded furniture, black plastic bags, and empty potted plants with only soil and no plants, making it even more lonely, some people go upstairs empty sorrow. You must be poor to live here, right? I can't help feeling a little sympathetic to the situation of this filial girl who is filial to her father. Even though she is poor, she is poor in style. Just to find out what her father eats to make her happy, she even harassed an author's blog for several days. It can be seen that she really cares about her father. Nine knives, nine knives, you should really pay attention to your readers. The fourth floor is here. "My father had a stroke two years ago." Wen Hui inserted the key into the lock and turned it hard. "What a pity." I sighed and stared at Wenhui's fair neck from behind. The key rattled desperately in the lock, but the door did not open. Wen Hui continued to twist the key vigorously, but to no avail, the door still wouldn't open. "..." I put my hands in my pockets, thinking about how to help her out later. Although I was not in a hurry, Wenhui's emotions became more and more acute with the absolutely uncompromising door. One minute passed, five minutes passed, and ten minutes passed... I completely lost my patience. Wen Hui became even more furious, she pulled the key hysterically with brute force, pulling, turning, and stirring, Wen Hui's whole thin body suddenly became violently agitated. "Could it be that I took the wrong key?" I couldn't help but say. "...How could it be wrong? How could I be wrong?" Wen Hui turned the key vigorously. With a clang, Wen Hui pulled out the key, leaving only half of the twisted iron piece. The key actually broke in half in the keyhole! Wen Hui turned her head in the slow motion that only appears in movies, and stared at me, as if it was my fault that the key broke. Starting from this bad eye contact, my clumsy sixth sense told me... The task given to me by Nine Swords is really troublesome enough to require money! "Well... Let me see, do you want to ask a locksmith to open the door?" I stammered. Wen Hui didn't speak, but slowly closed her eyes, and then walked around counterclockwise on the spot. She stomped her feet hard for a while, and stomped on my feet for a while, and she didn't stop until she stepped on my tears. Then I heard the familiar slaps, and Wen Hui slapped her right cheek swollen. "I'm sorry! I'm selfish! I'm selfish!" Wenhui pulled her hair and screamed, "I'm selfish! I still blame you! I still blame you! I'm selfish! I'm selfish!" It's not normal, this girl, it's not normal...and it has nothing to do with selfishness!I wanted to rush down the stairs enough to escape, but Wenhui rushed faster than me. She quickly ran to the third floor, and my legs instinctively followed. I saw Wenhui enter the deserted third-floor apartment house, step on the potted plant with only hard soil left, and step on the balcony with one foot, and she will fall off with the next foot. "Dangerous!" I yelled, reaching out to grab her. Unexpectedly, something dangerous was just about to happen. Like a monkey, Wenhui grabbed the rickety unknown cable hanging from the upstairs, and she hung up like this.My breathing and heartbeat temporarily stopped. As soon as the wind blew, Wen Hui's long skirt was immediately lifted up, revealing the underwear with cartoon patterns and the strong thigh muscle lines. The colorful cartoon underwear was tense and flickered in front of my eyes. Wenhui climbed the unknown black cable straight up to the fourth floor with unusually nimble movements. When I came back to my senses in a daze, Wen Hui's voice echoed from the stairwell upstairs. "Go upstairs! The door is open!" she screamed. Last fart, I want to get out of the way. But after thinking about it, this mentally abnormal girl, her potential abnormality may far exceed the extent she shows me now.If I hadn't helped Wenhui figure out what her stroke father would like to eat, the follow-up would have been endless. Not to mention that the Nine Swords blog continues to suffer, even I will be forcibly harassed!I called this girl to make an appointment, on my own cell phone, and if I don't want to go through the hassle of changing the number, I'd better bear with it. "Don't forget Wang Daming, from childhood to adulthood, the only thing you are really better than others is endurance!" I clenched my fists and my blood surged. In this world, there is nothing scarier than my father being dissolved... except that everyone is still laughing at me when my father is dissolved.I've been brazen enough to survive these years. Last week, I even stayed at the Suicide Resort Hotel for several days. Isn't everything safe and sound? That neurotic girl just now was nothing more than a spoiled brat! Just as I climbed the stairs full of fighting spirit, I couldn't help but think back to the cartoon underwear I just saw. My first porn voyeur in my life turned out to be that rock climbing grade dangerous picture. By the way, the cartoon underwear is... too thick and full, right?Why is it visually wrong?The more I thought about it, the weirder it became. I made up my mind not to think about it at all, but the pair of cartoon underwear with the big thighs was dangling in my mind... On the fourth floor, I stood at the stairs, looking at Wen Hui, who was out of breath, through the door that was opened from the inside. "Just now, did you see it?" Wen Hui blushed and stared at me through gritted teeth. "Look... see what?" My throat was hot. "You're lying!" Wenhui yelled. Her face became more and more red, and the sound of gritting her teeth became louder and louder. "I... I saw a brave and kind girl who, in order to meet her father who had a stroke, risked her life and climbed from the third floor to the fourth floor by grabbing cables. All of this made me—very Impressed! Very touched!" I was trembling all over, but trying to make it sound like a very moved shake. It's super exaggerated, I seem to hear the sound of teeth cracking in Wenhui's mouth. Wenhui came over, stepped on my foot hard, spat out the broken molar in my face, and shouted, "You saw me wearing a diaper!" So it was a diaper? I was just wondering why that pair of underwear is so thick and plump, and so cartoony! Wenhui continued to step on my feet. Her legs were very muscular and extremely well developed. This movement of stepping on her feet seemed to be stepping on every day and she had received strict training. The stepping made tears flow out of my eyes. I tried to retract my feet, but Wenhui's feet followed her urgently, pounding, pounding, until I nearly fell to my knees. "Wait! Wait! Just now I was just thinking, where can I buy such a beautiful diaper! Please tell me!" I was stepped on all the time, so I had to gossip desperately: "I have had incontinence since I was a child. I’ve always wanted to buy a good-looking diaper instead of underwear!” Wen Hui was taken aback for a moment, and stopped violently stomping on her feet. "You lied to me." "Why should I lie to you? Why is it wrong to wear diapers? Why should people be discriminated against when wearing diapers? I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand! I thought you, who also wear diapers, more or less understood my feelings." Yes, I didn’t expect that!” The more I spoke, the more excited I became, and I had no idea what I was talking about. "You're lying to me." Wenhui's eyes were fierce, seeing that she was about to step on me again: "You won't be incontinent at all." I hurriedly said angrily: "I also hope that I am lying! I also hope that I am lying to you!" Talking and talking... I pissed out. Yep, you read that right, I had no choice but to screw up my pants so much. The urine blackened a large area of ​​the front of my trousers and seeped into my socks along the leg. To be honest, I didn't feel ashamed at all at the time, and I thought I had the spirit of being able to bend and stretch. "You really..." Wen Hui stared blankly at my incontinence. "Oh." I sighed helplessly. "Very rude." "Huh?" I widened my eyes. Wen Hui showed a disgusted face, stopped stepping on my feet, and called me into the room with super disdainful eyes. Where do I want to go in? It's just that the soles of my feet were so swollen and painful that I couldn't escape, so I had to follow her into the house.