Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Yang Qingshui's request was too bizarre. It's not unheard of to use the third method to extort money by visiting, but a restaurant with an average per capita of tens of thousands of dollars per person is a big mouth.Forget it, what's the matter with the series of reports and the front page?

The photographer laughed angrily, and said, "Aren't you quite sure about your identity, are you the head of state or an alien? It's never happened before to have an interview on the front page."

Yang Qingshui looked up at You Li: "I can guarantee that each issue will provide enough hot spots to give readers what they want to see, and your efforts will not be wasted. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't do it, I will accept it." Other media interviews that can meet the requirements."

"No, I can do it." It's not just the adrenaline effect or pure brain blankness, You Li blurted out and agreed, as if watching the last train leave, she desperately grabbed the handle of the car, "The story on the front page I still have to discuss it with the editor-in-chief, but don't worry, no matter what method I use, I will make him agree."

"Are you crazy?" Photography looked at her in disbelief.

You Li didn't seem to hear it, the chance of success was right in front of her eyes, if she missed it, she didn't know when she could start again.Yang Qingshui gave her a deep feeling that this person has enough gravity to attract the attention of the public, and he is a rare news material.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Yang Qingshui said with a slight smile.

You Li: "Before that, please don't accept invitations from other media reporters, can you?"

"News value is fleeting." Yang Qingshui drove the wheelchair and entered the house, "There are only three days, and I will give you three days."

"It's a deal!" You Li shouted at the backs of the two of them.

Entering the house, the atmosphere was no better than before. Qi Shanlan went to the community center to learn how to play bridge. There was no middle partner, and there were only two people in the huge room.Lin Zhilu remained silent, as if the air had turned frost in front of him, he passed Yang Qingshui, walked through the living room, and went upstairs.

He knew that he shouldn't be angry at Yang Qingshui, there is no law in the world that stipulates that roommates must be honest with each other, but he couldn't help being upset and irritable, seeing Yang Qingshui making jokes as if nothing had happened, and seeing him go on the road with a relaxed expression, he became anxious. Full of nerves, nowhere to vent.

Anxiety comes from restlessness.Before an earthquake strikes, the birds will jump out of their nests, and the fish will jump out of the water in a hurry. Lin Zhilu smells the danger approaching. The calmer Yang Qingshui is, the more disturbed he is, and he wants to smash the wall and smash the mirror. He was afraid that something would happen without warning, that he would lose, lose...

"Help! Lin Zhilu, save me!" Yang Qingshui's cry came suddenly.

His heart tightened, Lin Zhilu's mind went blank, he couldn't remember how he rushed downstairs, grabbed the handle at the end of the spiral staircase, and stood still a little, only to see Yang Qingshui sitting safely in the living room, holding a Iron tongs, and scattered walnut shells on the coffee table.

Yang Qingshui turned his head and shouted at him: "Come on, I'm going to die in the hands of this broken pincer!"

"..."

Lin Zhilu passed by, knocking walnuts for him with a blank expression.

Yang Qingshui complained while eating: "Why is your family so healthy? You don't even have a bag of potato chips and shredded squid. The only snacks you can eat are walnuts and almonds. If this continues, I will even steal the rock sugar from the kitchen... "

Lin Zhilu thought that his nerves were probably short-circuited due to overload, otherwise, he should have picked up the pliers in his hand and smashed Yang Qingshui's head, instead of pinching walnuts for him.

"Why don't you talk to grandma about it," Yang Qingshui looked at him devoutly, "buy a bag of potato chips a week, you don't need too much, just a small package—"

The pliers hit the coffee table with a bang.

"To shut up."

Lin Zhilu took a deep breath, and relaxed his tense jaw line, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow, okay?"

"... Take your time, take your time."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and funny, and the two of them just peeled walnuts one by one and ate the other in silence, like working on an assembly line, without anyone interrupting.

Knowing that the other party was unhappy, Yang Qingshui thought for a while and asked, "Is it because I accepted their interview?"

Lin Zhilu paused for a moment before he said, "No."

"Because I eat too much?" "...No."

Yang Qingshui clapped his hands, shook the crumbs of the walnut shells off the garbage newspaper, and said to him: "If you want to be angry with me, at least let me know the reason, think of a remedy, and how you got into it last time." Did you forget about the hospital? Are you afraid of cerebral hemorrhage if you keep holding back?"

Lin Zhilu looked at him, "What about you, are you going to tell me how you plan to bring down the entire gang behind Gao Yang by yourself? What is your plan?"

"So you are angry about this?" Yang Qingshui understood, turned the wheelchair closer to him, leaned over and whispered, "Actually, I have already bought three straws of rice and two catties of sulfur, and I went to the detective agency to find Gao Yang. The horoscope of the birthday, when the auspicious time comes, I will prick the doll three times and six eyes, and burn the rice straw to ashes, and he will die."

Lin Zhilu stood up abruptly, finally suppressed the urge to pick him up and throw him out, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have to talk nonsense until you die?" This guy looked up, still serious, "Why do you say that? I'm serious. I know a godmother who is a shaman. She is very clever. That's how she taught me." Lin Zhilu shook his sleeves and threw the pliers to the ground, "Shut up!"

Seven points disgusted and three points angrily glared at Yang Qingshui, Lin Zhilu decided not to kill, stepped around the coffee table and left the living room.Walking to the door frame, I heard him calling from behind, "Hey, where are you going?"

"none of your business."

Yang Qingshui clicked his tongue lightly twice: "Speak civilized, don't open your mouth and shut up shit and shit." Seeing Lin Zhilu clenched his fists, he swallowed back the teasing words, "I mean, it's almost dinner time, you're out of anger Will come back to cook, right?"

Lin Zhilu turned his head in disbelief, "Are you still a person, Yang Qingshui?" He pretended to be heartbroken, "I was thinking about my grandma being too old to go hungry, but not about myself, how could you say that about me, Although I am easy-going, I also have self-respect, you hurt me, but you just laughed it off..." Before the performance was over, Lin Zhilu picked up a walnut from the ground and threw it, and with a bang, the walnut hit the center of his forehead.

The walnut rolled into his arms, Yang Qingshui reached out to take it, looked at the back of Lin Zhilu who ran away angrily, his old unscrupulous expression immediately disappeared, and he smiled wryly with downcast eyes.Knowing that Lin Zhilu was not happy after hearing this, he could only fool around with some nonsense. After all, his real plan was too nonsense to tell, and it was no more feasible than Zha Xiaoren drinking incense burner ash, and it was difficult to guarantee how it would affect if it was leaked. direction of events.

No matter how angry Lin Zhilu was, he would only be angry for an hour or two, maybe now he was going to the supermarket to buy vegetables while banging on the wall.Thinking of this, Yang Qingshui couldn't help but twitched his mouth. After "living together" for a while, he found that Lin Zhilu himself was much more interesting and dazzling than those flimsy characters he wrote.

The door was still open, and two black cars drove in on the side of the road facing the yard, which were particularly conspicuous under the cheap neon light of the tavern. A middle-aged man stepped out from the back seat of the leading Bentley, wearing a simple and neat long-sleeved shirt and khaki Trousers, looks like a proud and successful person in the business field.There are people leading the way in front of him, and there are three bodyguards behind him, wearing casual jeans, like a companion who travels casually, but the formation is still scary, far from being low-key.

The group crossed the road, walked to the residential area under the guidance of the guide, and finally stopped in front of the Lin family's house.

The leader among them put his hands in his trouser pockets, scanned the house up and down, and his eyes fell on the person in the wheelchair in the yard.

"It's interesting to run traffic lights even if you're afraid of death." Yang Qingshui leaned against the door, looked at the man and said.

The man had slight spots on his temples, but he was tall and straight, so it was not easy to guess his age. He said, "I'm afraid of death?" Yang Qingshui scanned the bodyguards around him.Except for him, the rest of them exude an aggressive aura, which looks like a well-trained hound.

He smiled and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened, and there was a bit of kindness, "Scared you?"

"No, I'm very excited." Yang Qingshui's eyes sparkled, and he was very sincere. Although he was a little flustered, after all, he was the big boss in his own writing. When I got up, I looked like I was going to shoot my head with a gun, I really want you to sign it, Mr. Gao."

"I haven't done this kind of thing for many years. I didn't even kill the man surnamed Ma that you sent to follow me." Gao Yang shook his head, and walked into the courtyard, but after taking two steps, he saw the young man in the wheelchair Pulling back the sleeve of his right hand and pointing the gun at himself, he smiled rascally and said, "It's my first time."

Yang Qingshui shook the gun, "I'm not familiar with the law, so I don't know if this counts as trespassing or not?" He said, pulling off the insurance, "Does this count as self-defense?"