Dressed as a mystery novel victim

The long night, the howling of the cold wind.

This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last.Passers-by on the commercial street in the city center looked up and looked at the tallest signal tower in the city, and found someone on the tower crane.

The figure was shaky, as if it was about to swing down in the next second, making a hard landing on the ground.

Maybe the gang is looking for revenge, maybe he is desperate and wants to commit suicide.It happens several times a week, and no one who sees it makes a sound, calls the police and waits for firefighting. There is not enough equipment to go up such a high signal tower. In addition to closing the main road and causing traffic jams in the city, it is better not to report.

Wait, if that person is lucky, he can climb down, but if he is unlucky... he can also come down.

It was too cold, the passer-by cursed secretly, wrapped his coat tightly and continued on his way.

This time it was different from other people who usually went up the tower. The man swayed for a long time, and he never fell down, nor did he intend to climb down. land.It is impossible to see it on the ground. This person's eyes are closed, or in other words, they have not been opened.

When the cold wind made his cheeks and ears hurt, Yang Yuan finally woke up from his dream.Open your eyes, it's terrible, he is still in a dream.

It was the first time for Yang Yuan to see such a complete panorama of the city, aside from flying. He stood too high, overlooking a small half of the city, and had a panoramic view from his feet to the lighthouse in the distant harbor.

Didn't he just fall asleep?I just came home from hot pot, and in the ten-square-meter bedroom, I was belching contentedly... I didn't sign up for any survival adventure!

The wind blows the corner of the coat, the flap of the collar keeps blocking the view, and the hot air from the mouth condenses a white mist on the lens. These details are too real, not a dream.

"what!!!!!"

Shouting, deafening.No one cares about him.

Howling to the point of being unbearable, those doubts, anger, and panic emotions were temporarily emptied, and Yang Yuan calmed down and began to look at his feet.

He is on the workbench extending from the tower crane. The steel frame of the workbench is considered solid, but that’s it. There is only room to turn around. If he takes a step outside and falls freely, and takes a step back, he will hit the steel tower crane.

He fished into his coat pocket, only found a wallet, not a cell phone.

Yang Yuan swallowed the non-existent saliva, thinking that maybe someone has noticed his disappearance and is on the way to rescue him, so he just needs to stay calm and wait.

At the same time as the idea appeared, there was a faint metal creaking sound from under his feet.

The workbench I was admiring just now, the steel plate connected to the tower crane loosened as if inspired, it kept turning in the strong wind, and then fell.

The workbench tilted instantly, and he staggered and threw Yang Yuan to the other end. He struggled to grab the iron frame so as not to be taken away by the inertia, but his upper body was still hanging in the air.

He wasn't even given the chance to stand and wait for rescue... The steel plate at the other end wouldn't last long if he tilted like this, and he and the goddamn workbench quickly followed.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Yuan bent down and crawled, climbed to the other end bit by bit, and climbed into the tower crane.

The tower crane is an iron frame that goes straight to the ground, with continuous V-shaped steel pipes, and the iron net is fixed on the side of the ground.The iron net is extremely narrow, only the width of two feet standing side by side, extending to the end of the line of sight.

Yang Yuan stood up tremblingly holding the iron pipe, not because he was so scared, the wind was so strong that it made him shake at both ends, and if he was not careful, he would step on the air and fall down.Every time he took a step, he freed his hands and grabbed the steel pipe in front, slowly descending one step at a time for ten seconds.

Compared with fear, Yang Yuan is more angry at the moment, who brought him here, what did he do to him, hypnotized or stunned?What kind of enmity is it, and it took so much trouble to make such a "joke" with him?

He didn't even know where he was.Even at high places, it is too cold here. The city where Yang Yuan lives is on the Tropic of Cancer. It is only October. Where does the cold air that condenses into ice come from?

Walking, it is inevitable to see the city under his feet, with neon lights and shadows, tall buildings everywhere, and the buildings show the characteristics of a big city, but none of them match the landmarks in his memory, not any place he knows.

But this place gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and he always felt that he had been here before, but he still couldn't remember it.

Walking to the end of the boom is the slewing tower, and finally stepped on some solid concrete steel plates. Yang Yuan supported the platform foundation with both hands and feet and panted heavily. The hot sweat on his back was blown cool by the cold wind, and he felt scared.

At this time, a card fell from the collar pocket of his coat and landed right in front of his eyes: Ling Yu Private Detective No. 23 Xueguang Street

Before he could react, the gust of wind swept over, and the business card was rolled out of the platform and fell with a rustle.

... The shock of this business card was greater than lifting him onto the tower crane and then kicking him off.

Ling Yu is the hero of his detective novels.

The reason why this world is strange and familiar is because it already exists in his brain.

He was reborn in his own novel?No, he didn't die... Or, just now, after he ate hot pot and sang songs, went to bed happily and returned to the cage, he died?

A mess.He has worn a book, shouldn't he activate some system, or wake up somewhere like an NPC-like character to introduce his life experience, how can he hang in mid-air like this to die?

The name on the business card is Ling Yu, and he has become the protagonist in the book?

If the only good thing that happened tonight is that he was transmigrated into Ling Yu, Ling Yu in Yang Yuan's writing is brave, wise and courageous, always standing on the side of the light, and the whole story of the book revolves around him, with the aura of the protagonist, Guaranteed to survive till the end.

Yang Yuan suddenly realized something, stretched his hand to the side pocket, and took out all the things in the pocket.All he has is a wallet, which contains a few banknotes of unfamiliar styles, two bank cards, and... an ID card.

There was indeed a portrait of Yang Yuan on the ID card, and through the dim moonlight, he saw the name on the sidebar——Yang Qingshui.

Yang Qingshui... There is no such character in the novel, and the name does not sound serious, especially those who seem to go in to make soy sauce, such as Zhang Chunhua and Li Lizhu, appear in the novel world from one chapter to two, often Fate is in danger.

Yang Yuan mourned in silence, wondering which is cooler, the temperature or his heart.

This is probably the scene of a branch case. The victim fell from a [-]-story building and suspected of committing suicide. The detectives found the evidence at the scene to be suspicious... At the beginning of the story written by Yang Yuan, he was the victim.

A thought flashed through, and Yang Yuan's face changed slightly.Immediately, he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket and carefully searched for the passage to the ground.Each section of the tower crane is connected with an escalator. It is tiring. It is safer than before. The only thing to worry about is that there is no ambient light, and you can’t see your fingers when you enter it. In addition to worrying about stepping on the air, you also have to beware of who is behind the scenes. .

Yang Yuan's writing is a crime novel, and it's not easy to have something auspicious happen in the cruel world where you can get headshots even while walking on the road.

Blame him for his stupidity, why didn't he write a story like "There are two little pigs in a peaceful and quiet forest, one is very fat and the other is even fatter"...

Just thinking about it, a strange itching sensation came from the back, and then the touch climbed up from the back to the neck, the fluffy, warm and small——

mouse!

The mouse scuttled up to the shoulder and scrambled down the arm.

Yang Yuan's mind went blank, and his hands were loose.

02

The taxi driver was planning to go around the city center to see if there were any customers. Usually there were people wandering drunk on the road at this time, and picking two well-dressed ones was enough for him to make a living for one night.

Taking the money directly is stealing, he would not do that, he would take the person in the car and drive around the coastal road twice, take the cash from the wallet, and then throw it at any subway entrance.He said that the passenger himself wanted to see the night view, and he did as he was told, even if the police questioned him, there was nothing he could do.

Tonight is particularly bleak, and I haven't received a single order in the early morning. I only see ragged homeless men on the road, and the driver is very depressed.

The car drove into the side of the TV tower, and saw a homeless man standing in the middle of the road, with a disheveled face and dull eyes.The car continued to move forward, but he refused to give way, and even raised his hand to stop the taxi.

About to hit him, the driver slammed on the brakes, angrily poked his head out to scold him, the man quickly got into the car, and said without saying a word: "Xueguang Street."

The driver turned around, only to realize that the person behind him was not a homeless man. His long coat looked cheap, but he was unkempt, his body was covered in dust, and he was in a particularly embarrassing situation.

He hesitated for a while, and started the car.

Yang Yuan couldn't help but pat his body and hair, and the carriage was suddenly filled with dust.Climbing down from the tower crane, he fell twice, and the floor was covered with cement dust for starting work. When he returned to the street, he was no different from a mason who had just finished work.

I'm going to meet the hero in his novel later, shouldn't I change my clothes and wash up to make a good impression on Ling Yu?

Yang Yuan was apprehensive, and heard the driver ask, "Young man, what are you doing so late?"

He noticed that the driver kept looking at himself in the rearview mirror just now, holding the steering wheel with one hand, checking the self-defense tools on his waist from time to time, with a vigilant expression.

"I wanted to steal something, but I was caught." It seemed that the driver would not believe that he was a good man. Instead of justifying it, it would be more credible to make up some criminal facts, "Go back and hide from the limelight."

Sure enough, the driver secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and put his hands back on the steering wheel, "What did you steal, is it worth it?"

"...Steel cable." Yang Yuan replied casually, thinking about how to survive in the novel world.Ling Yu is both a hero and a private detective. Regardless of Yang Yuan's role as a witness or a wronged suspect, Ling Yu can also protect himself. The place close to the protagonist's aura is always safe, and it is definitely right to take refuge in him.

Yang Yuan only hoped that the novel would assign him the role of passer-by, a type who doesn't even show his face and waits to die, as long as he is not a victim of cannon fodder.