Chapter 11 01 A high school girl who drives a BMW

Since I started running errands for Nine Knives, there are many and complicated things to deal with. Most of the miscellaneous things are not very annoying, but they don't make much money, such as helping Jiudao to reconcile the unified invoice, helping him pay his mobile phone bill, helping him return comics, helping him catch porn starring a specific actress, helping him He played tricks on the neighbor kid who lived across the street (I shot him from a distance with a rubber band, and then let Nine Knives walk over at the same time pretending to be innocent or something). "Tricky Things" is certainly a good price, but I don't have the courage to make too much of this kind of money.

Sometimes I spend the travel expenses given by the nine knives to wander around randomly to see if any strange things come to me. Sometimes I will stay in all kinds of strange hotels, and sometimes I will bump into weird little incidents. But more often, Jiudao gets specific information directly from readers, and throws "tasks" for me to complete. I like the content of the work with a clear goal, but the sixth sense of the nine knives is like a beast, the oversoul, what he feels is wrong, does not do it himself, and asks me to do it, nine out of ten are rotten. Basically nine knives are only responsible for two things:

One, write a novel with the inspiration I helped him capture. Second, respond to Zhengmei's message on her blog. He's very naughty, but he pays the money very readily, and he does what he says, and this alone can be called a good boss. Back to Assignment. It may be impolite to say so, but a large part of the readers of Nine Knives are not normal people.They often offer advice to Nine Knives, thinking that the true stories that happened to them are very suitable for writing novels. Some people give away their real life for free, and most of these readers feel that they are satisfied as long as Jiu Zhidao mentions their names when writing the preface.

The stories provided by some readers are for sale. After all, everything in this world has its price tag. It’s a bit uneconomical to give people for free. Some readers said that his stories would sell for thousands of dollars. But he claims his story is worth a million dollars. When I meet the second type of readers, Nine Knives will send me out to meet them, have a chat, hang out, and see what kind of story is worth the money... Or, what kind of story makes the owner feel not only It can be sold for money, and there are nine knives that are worth enough to dare to sell to Chaohui. In fact, Nine Swords will send me to listen to the readers' nonsense. On the one hand, it is also helping him maintain the superficial relationship of "writer/reader". sneer.

"This kind of true story, I turn on the TV at 8 o'clock every night, and at least four channels are playing it." Jiu Dao's look of snorting from his nostrils and looking down on others is really awkward. But also very pertinent. Now, the thing I'm going to say has to do with dealing with stories from readers. The day before yesterday at midnight, Jiudao called me. "Hey, a reader wants to tell me a ghost story, you go and deal with it." What's so great about ghost stories, I've met a lot of ghosts myself, the problem is... "Now?" I frowned and looked down at my watch.

"Yes, now, he said that telling ghost stories at night is more atmospheric, so it's about midnight." Jiu Dao said bluntly. "Is the other party a man?" "You made it, this time it's still a woman, and the voice is quite youthful. Hehehehe." "Hmm." I couldn't believe it. "Hehe, actually, after you reported Wenhui's footstepping incident, I thought about it carefully. Girls are much scarier than boys when it comes to being perverted. All in all, I don't want to listen to readers telling stories about the Three Little Ghosts in the middle of the night, whether it's It’s a man or a woman. So if you go this trip, it may be really scary or not.”

"Uh-huh." "Maybe, maybe that reader is a ghost himself." "...Where is the date?" I couldn't help complaining, "Now there is no MRT to take." "You don't have to worry about that, the other party is driving, you just need to be responsible for the two steps of getting in and getting out of the car. Huh. Huh." Nine Dao's voice sounded like he was defecating. "That's it... um, okay." I felt powerless. At this time, I heard someone downstairs honking the car horn, which made people upset. I leaned out the window and saw a black BMW hatchback.

"Haha, I knew you were fine, so I told the other party your address half an hour ago. If you calculate the time, you should start tying your shoelaces." Nine Knives smiled coyly: " Remember, if something unfortunate happens, remember to leave a sigh of relief and tell me the whole story before you die!" "Understood." I hung up the phone. Putting on my shoes, I slipped on a sport coat and rushed downstairs. The blare of loudspeakers never stopped, and several neighbors opened their windows and cursed at the downstairs.I was very nervous, feeling like I was being treated as an accomplice, so I lowered my head and rushed into the car as soon as I got downstairs.

The person holding the steering wheel and honking the horn turned out to be a girl who looked like she was only a high school student. No!Not like! This girl is a high school student at all, because she is indeed wearing a high school uniform, and it is the highest-ranking girl's holy clothes "sailor uniform". "Wait, you're not nine knives. I read his blog every day, so he doesn't look like this." The high school girl who looked like a high school student stared at me: "Who are you?" What do you mean by "I didn't grow up like this"?Anyway, my eyes, nose and mouth have long pairs of defensive positions.

"Hi, I'm the lackey of Nine Swords... No, assistant, Wang Daming!" I hurriedly said, "Anyway, let's drive the car away first. We'll talk while we drive, and I'll explain it to you." "Okay, Mr. Dog." The female high school student smiled and started the car. As soon as I started, I hit a locomotive and a flower pot parked on the left. "..." I turned to look at her. "Whoa whoa." She frowned and moved the steering wheel a little. When the car drove from the alley downstairs of my house to the main road at the entrance of the alley, it knocked down several locomotives parked on the side of the road. Every time the car knocked down, the female high school student cursed annoyedly: "Whoa, whoa, whoa! !"

In the end, she cursed a total of eight "Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". "It's not that I'm not good at driving, I'm deliberately teaching those motorcycles parked too far a lesson." The female high school student was sweating profusely, her expression full of embarrassing hatred. "Hmm." I noticed that although this female high school student was a bit weird, she was very upright. "Hmm what?" The high school student glared at me. "I mean...good bump." After a while, I'm used to being intimidating. The scarred black BMW finally drove out of the alley. As soon as it turned right, it ran through a red light on the main road and almost knocked down an old woman pushing a recycling vehicle. I touched my forehead, and it was covered in cold sweat. "Don't worry about the car." The female high school student was also wiping off her sweat, but her tone pretended not to care. "Yeah." I thought, the children of rich people are lucky, and they can get high when they are mentally ill. "It's not my car anyway." She didn't apologize at all. "Yeah." I thought, your dad is taking advantage of you to count him out of luck. "...I just stole it from the side of the road." "what!" I was taken aback.Now I'm really an accomplice in car theft! "Don't worry, let's drive. If we run out of gas, just park on the side of the road. The owner will be very happy to find the car. How can we care about the car being hit by a few dents, huh? Right! Wow Hoo hoo." The female high school student continued to analyze, without the slightest awareness of being a criminal. I am speechless. Stealing a car belongs to stealing a car, but there is one thing I care more about. It was so late, the car was not so fast, and it ran a red light again, which was more terrifying than the ghosts I have encountered. "You just ran a red light, even though it's midnight..." I looked at the speedometer. Fortunately, the speed is only 35 kilometers per hour, otherwise, if you run a red light at 70 kilometers per hour, your blood pressure will skyrocket. "Mr. Dog, you can speak directly." "Are you in a hurry? We can park the car on the side of the road and talk slowly. In that way, you can concentrate on telling the scary ghost story, and I can also concentrate on listening to the ghost story, okay?" I said calmly. . "No." The female high school student slowed down, but still ran through the second red light. "no?" "It's only now the second traffic light. Stop, and all your work will be wasted." In the blink of an eye, the female high school student carefully looked left and right, and then ran through a red light. I don't understand what she means by wasting all my previous efforts, but according to the best way of her kind, I may not see the next red light before bumping my head against the exploding airbag. I was about to speak to persuade her to drive well, when the female high school student spoke slowly. "Mr. Dog." "..." "Have you ever heard an urban legend?" I prick up my ears. "My friend and I often run through red lights, and once we do, there are 14 red lights in a row." "What a fate." I gasped, and there was a red light not far ahead. "We heard that if you don't stop running through fourteen red lights, you will encounter strange things." She said lightly. "Yes." I couldn't help reminding: "There is a red light ahead, at least drive slowly." She turned her head slightly, looked at me, and smiled sweetly. With this smile, I was completely shocked. Only then did I get a clear look at the appearance of the female high school student. Very cute sailor suit, red scarf, ultra-short ultra-short pleated skirt shorter than the skirts of Japanese female high school students, pure white bubble socks, just like a beautiful girl who came out of the limited edition porn.A beautiful girl who steals. This beautiful girl who is a thief wears a vigorous ponytail, and has a little freckles on her flushed face.Add points! I was impressed by her white teeth, which showed a little bit of her upper gums when she smiled at me. "Smiling and showing gums, screaming in bed." I blurted out. "What?" The female high school student was taken aback, and immediately ran through a red light again. "No!" I was shocked, and quickly said, "I've heard before that if you comb your hair a hundred times in front of the mirror at midnight, you will see your own death. Or... for seven consecutive days at ten o'clock in the middle of the night. At two o'clock, if you nail a straw man to the tree behind the shrine, your enemies will be cursed and die. For example, if you make a phone call at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night and press ninety-nine fours, you will be sent to hell." "Mr. Running Dog has quite common sense." The female high school student smiled. "Uh, actually, I'm not a running dog, I'm the assistant of Nine Swords, and my name is Wang Daming." I continued, "However, usually the number that will encounter strange things after doing this a few times seems to be seven times. , Nine times, or the more classic thirteen times, or the more difficult one hundred times. You just said that running through fourteen traffic lights in a row sounds like..." "That's it?" The female high school student smiled, and ran through a red light at an intersection calmly. Ultra-intense horns sounded all around, the car body shook, and it avoided a taxi at a very dangerous angle. It was as if I heard the sound of my heart exploding, and the world was spinning. I froze. It sounds, it sounds like this kind of even number that doesn't fit the supernatural tradition...but it's super authentic? The car returned to normal driving. The taxi that had just nearly hit us pulled down its window far away and spit in our direction. I wondered: "It sounds very real, but why have I never heard of this legend?" "We didn't even hear about it," she admitted bluntly. "us?" "It's like this..." the female high school student said.