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"come in."

Wang Zheng said to the little reporter.

After he finished speaking, he walked into the room.

After he left, the little reporter with a camera also walked in timidly.

Inside the hut.

Wang Zheng sat on the bench, and Ma Huifang had already entered the bedroom.

"Mr. Wang."

"Delete the photo just now."

The cautious little reporter walked in, and Wang Zheng spoke directly.

The little reporter took these photos without his permission.

If it is sent out at that time, people on the Internet don't know what to say.

Once it is sent out, I am afraid it will trigger a new round of scolding.

"Mr. Wang..."

The little reporter was protecting the camera in his arms, his face full of hesitation.

"It's fine to delete the photo for you, but if you can accept my interview, it will only take ten minutes."

to be interviewed?

Wang Zheng frowned, "No."

Even if he doesn't know what this reporter will interview, he can probably guess that it's not a good thing.

"Mr. Wang, I am different from those reporters."

The poor little reporter took a step forward with a sincere expression.

"I saw you before when you held a garbage collection event. You were interviewed by many people at that time, and I was not involved in it. However, I saw your words and deeds when you were picking up garbage. I really appreciate it." I don’t think you are the kind of person that you say on the Internet.”

The little reporter's voice was soft and weak.

Her words kept echoing in the small broken house.

It's just that Wang Zheng still looked reticent.

He raised his eyebrows, "You said you don't think I'm that kind of person, so what kind of person should I be?"

The little reporter paused, a blush appeared on his face.

"You must be a responsible and responsible person, with outstanding looks and profound knowledge..."

"Stop, stop."

The more Wang Zheng heard it, the more something was wrong.

"You don't need to use this to prevaricate me. I will never do interviews. Please delete the photos quickly and leave our house."

His words were firm.

There is no leeway left.

The little reporter didn't move, he just had some hesitation on his face.

"Mr. Wang, why don't you give it a try?" She said softly, "Now the online reviews of you are not very good, don't you really feel wronged?"

"So what if you are wronged?" Wang Zheng asked back, "Can accepting your interview make you not feel wronged?"

What's going on with the little girls now?

Ask this crap.

"I can clear up your grievances."

The little reporter said seriously, "The job of a reporter is to restore the truth to the public."

Restoring the truth to the masses?
"Is it useful?" Wang Zheng shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "People will only believe what they want to believe. Even if you can broadcast it, no one will believe you."

What's more, the possibility of you broadcasting it is not great.

Wang Zheng glanced at the sincere little reporter.

Young, 21 or [-] years old.

It looks like he just came out of society, and his childishness is still on his face.

"You're not a big reporter. What you say doesn't matter, and what you want to broadcast may not be able to go out."

Wang Zheng refused very simply.

He said it without mercy.

But the little reporter on the opposite side was not only not hit, but also raised his fighting spirit.

She raised her head, her eyes were shining, and she clenched her small fists.

"Mr. Wang, I am indeed just a small trainee reporter. I am insignificant, but I believe that I will not be just a small reporter forever."

"The masses may be fooled occasionally, but they will not be fooled forever."

"We can't ask everyone to be a wise man, but we can choose to be the leader who returns the truth to the public so that they will no longer be deceived by those false public opinions."

The little reporter said a lot in one breath.

After she finished speaking, Wang Zheng was stunned.

As expected of a reporter, he was almost touched by what he said.

But Wang Zheng still shook his head, "There is a gap between ideals and reality. If you speak nicely now, you will still be defeated by reality in the future."

"how could be?"

The little reporter said puzzledly: "Mr. Wang, I wanted to be a reporter when I was 3 years old. It has been almost 20 years now, but I still haven't been defeated by reality."

The little reporter said seriously.

But Wang Zheng still couldn't help shaking his head, "This joke is not funny at all."

"I'm not kidding you."

The little reporter took two steps forward, "Mr. Wang, since you don't want to believe it, why not give it a try?"

If you don't believe it, try it and you won't lose a piece of meat.

The little reporter pouted.

Wang Zheng still shook his head, instinctively resisting this matter.

"I don't want to be interviewed, I hope you can respect me."

Rejected again and again.

Now, the little reporter also knew Wang Zheng's reluctance.

"Alright then." The little reporter bit his lip.

She took out the camera from her pocket, and deleted the photo she just took in front of Wang Zheng.

"Mr. Wang, I have already deleted it."

"Yes." Wang Zheng nodded.

"Then... I'll leave first, Mr. Wang." The little reporter said hesitantly, with a bit of reluctance on his face, "Aren't you really going to try?"

"Don't try."

"Ok."

The little reporter pursed his lips, and walked out of the house dejectedly.

Seeing that he was about to walk to the door.

She turned around suddenly.

"Mr. Wang, I will not give up."

What?
Wang Zheng was confused by her.

Just one interview, if he doesn't want to do it, don't do it.

Still make it difficult to give up?

"Mr. Wang, this is my business card. If you have figured it out, please call me anytime. I will definitely interview you. I hope to return you to your innocence."

The little reporter took it out of his pocket and finally took out a business card.

She put the business card on the shelf next to the door.

"Then I'm leaving, Mr. Wang."

The little reporter said something softly before leaving Wang Zheng's house.

When she left, she also closed the door behind her.

"absurd."

It was the first time Wang Zheng saw such a small reporter, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

However, he still went to the grocery shelf and took down the business card.

The name and contact number of the young reporter are on the business card.

"Wang Binger?"

He gently read the name of the little reporter.

At this time, the voice in my head also sounded.

"Wang Bing'er, what a good name. In fact, this little reporter is also very good-looking and upright. Or let her enter the harem."

"Hee hee, this Bing'er is really good, and I like her too. Although she is silly, she can't stop her integrity and kindness."

"She has always wanted to clear up the grievances of the villain of the ancient Hua country. Why does the villain of the ancient Hua country not agree? It's strange."

"If it were me, I would definitely agree, Xiao Zhengzheng is so stubborn."

Stubborn?

Hearing those rich women's words, Wang Zheng shook his head mockingly.

Even if he is not stubborn, is it useful?

Would those people still believe him?
This hot chicken game wants to mess with itself, and has created a black image for itself on the Internet.

No matter how much he and that little reporter fumbled, it was useless.

Have to wait for the plot to be useful.

"I don't know where the turning point is."

He couldn't help grunting.

After speaking, he went back to the room to catch up on sleep.

Now that he doesn't have to go to school, he stays at home every day and has nothing to do, so what is he doing if he doesn't catch up on sleep?
When Wang Zheng got up again, the sun was already high.

in the kitchen.

Ma Huifang has already cooked today's lunch.

"Zhengzheng, come out to serve the dishes."

Ma Huifang shouted.

As soon as she shouted, Wang Zheng hurried out of the bedroom.

After a lot of work, the two had lunch.

"Mom, there's still some money in the box, you can return that money too."

Wang Zheng who took a bite of the steamed bun suddenly raised his head and said.

Pay it back?

Ma Huifang stopped moving.

"Zhengzheng, where did you get that money, is it okay to pay it back? Zhengzheng, you don't want to..."

"Mom, pay it back, it's okay."

Wang Zheng gave Ma Huifang a reassuring look.

But the moment he lowered his head, his face was full of complex expressions.

He really didn't want to be chased by those people.

It's too early.

As for the brother's debt, he will find a way to pay it back when the time comes.

It's impossible to be a hero who can't make money, right?

Isn't that too miserable?

Seeing that Wang Zheng didn't want to say more, Ma Huifang didn't refute.

After a while, she hesitated and asked:
"Zhengzheng, today is not a holiday, why don't you go to school?"

Ma Huifang who asked this sentence was worried and cautious.

But Wang Zheng's face was full of indifference.

"No, it's just that I'm too tired to do chemical experiments recently, and my supervisor gave me a few days off."

"Ok."

Ma Huifang was dubious, but didn't say anything more.

After a meal, neither of them had much appetite.

After dinner.

Wang Zheng went back to the bedroom.

He turned on the computer, but didn't know what to do.

"Isn't this a bit decadent?"

Looking at the computer screen, he couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

He always wanted to wait for the turning point of the plot to appear.

But I don't know when I will be able to wait.

"You can't wait forever, can you?"

Distraught he said.

All along, he thought that the game world was beyond his control.

He lives according to the rules of the game world.

but.

Does that work?

Is he being too negative?

Wang Zheng didn't know.

"What's wrong with Xiao Zhengzheng? Why did you suddenly get annoyed?"

"Well, the villain of Guhua country is so strange. Didn't he drive away the little reporter just now? Do you regret it now?"

"People are really complicated, especially men. He pushes people away with his own hands, and now he regrets it all by himself."

"I thought only those long-haired beasts would do this, but I didn't expect the little milk dog to do the same."

Listening to the voice in his head, Wang Zheng's face was covered with black lines.

What does it mean to drive away and then regret it?

He obviously felt that he was a little decadent, but he didn't know what to do.

He understands the reason.

He knew that the game would definitely give him hints to turn himself over.

But the problem is, this kind of feeling of being hacked by the whole network is really uncomfortable.

If only he was alone.

But even their family members have to be hacked together, who can bear it?

Wang Zheng sighed.

Ding ding ding.

At this moment, the phone rang.

Wang Zheng picked up the phone and looked at the phone number on it.

"Officer Deng?"

He hesitated before answering the phone.

"Officer Deng, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey."

Police Officer Deng's weary voice came, "Xiao Wang."

"it's me."

"How are you doing recently?"

"It's not very good." Wang Zheng replied truthfully, "Officer Deng, you made a special trip to call me, is there something wrong?"

Officer Deng is usually a busy man.

Why would you call yourself for no reason?
"Xiao Wang, I have something to tell you."

Officer Deng's voice was very long.

"The short film you made a while ago may take a while to be released."

short film?

Public welfare short film?

Wang Zheng searched hard for the memory in his mind.

"I see, it's okay."

On the other end of the phone, Officer Deng's tone was even more tired.

"Xiao Wang, hey, you have to live a good life."

"I will." Wang Zheng nodded, "Thank you for your concern."

"Well, then I'll hang up first."

"it is good."

"By the way, the identity of the man who was killed has been investigated. He is a homeless man in the western suburbs. The clues have been broken again, alas."

Officer Deng sighed again before hanging up the phone.

At this time, the electronic notification sounded again in Wang Zheng's mind.

【Ding!Obtaining clues to the branch line - the homeless man in the western suburbs]

【Ding!The progress of the serial killer branch line is 10%! 】

The progress bar, which had been motionless for a long time, changed again at this moment.

"It seems that the homeless people in the western suburbs are the key to solving the serial murder case."

Wang Zheng rubbed his head.

Officer Deng's vicissitudes of voice just now showed how hard he was tortured by the serial murder case.

The serial killer has not been found out for a long time, and I am afraid that Xishan will never settle down.

"Wait, if I don't find the murderer, this murderer will keep killing?"

A ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in Wang Zheng's mind.

However, he quickly shook his head.

How is this possible?
Even if he doesn't find the murderer, someone else will.

For him, the serial killer was just a sideline.

"probably."

Wang Zheng tried to comfort himself.

It didn't take long.

He connected the black chip.

[Welcome to Ultrain! ]
On the computer screen, several familiar big characters jumped out again.

Distraught Wang Zheng clicked the mouse.

Soon, he clicked into the killing game again.

Last time he said that he would uninstall if he failed to clear the level again.

He broke his promise.

It's not that he wants to break his promise.

But this broken game can't be uninstalled at all.

"We must pass the novice task today."

Wang Zheng said affirmatively again.

Although this is not known how many times he has guaranteed it.

But who would have thought that this broken game would be so sad.

Saving the little lamb was much harder than he thought.

Five hours later.

On Wang Zheng's computer screen, a small man in a red cape jumped up from the grassland.

That is, at the moment when the villain jumped up, fireworks suddenly exploded on the computer.

[Congratulations to player No Salt for passing the killing game novice mission! ]
Hold the grass.

Wang Zheng who was sitting in front of the screen was stunned.

"Is this over?"

He had worked so hard for so many nights before and tried various methods, but he ended in failure every time.

Those little sheep were either eaten by the giant or burned to death.

This time, he just thought of a crooked way.

That's it?

It's too dreamy, right?

[Welcome to the real killing game! ]
Just as he was thinking, the computer screen changed again...

"A real killing game?"