Dressed as a mystery novel victim

In severe pain, Yang Qingshui felt someone hugging him, and tried to open his eyes, only to see Lin Zhilu's face was pale, and there was unprecedented panic in his eyes.

Can't wait for the ambulance, Zeng Yueer ran over in three steps at a time and opened the door: "Hurry up, get in the car!"

The scene was quite tragic. The knife was not inserted straight into the abdomen, but a gash was drawn in the struggle. Yang Qingshui's own blood stained Lin Zhilu's clothes red, and the blood was mottled.

He reluctantly moved the corner of his mouth and said, "Have my intestines fallen out? Help me pick them up so that no one will step on them."

The more this kind of time, the more unwilling to make people worry.It's just that when he opened his mouth to speak, the voice didn't seem to be his own, weak and weak, a bit like a dying entrustment.

The smell of blood permeated the carriage, and her tense emotions fluctuated with the sound of the engine. Zeng Yueer's hands on the steering wheel were trembling. There were several cars waiting to turn in front of her. She honked her horn and still deliberately refused to give way. Not far away, she moved very slowly. She clenched her lower lip, crying in anxiety.

Lying on Lin Zhilu's lap, he felt sleepy, but was awakened again, "Don't sleep, I'm going to the hospital soon." He said softly.

As the victim himself, Yang Qingshui was neither afraid nor worried. The pain was fine, but his body was a little cold.

"Hold tight."

"Ah."

Lin Zhilu embraced Yang Qingshui's shoulders with his hands, his head was pushed into his chest, and the beating of his heart could be heard clearly.The warm breath wrapped his face, making him more attached to this world of mortals, and he was reluctant to die.

"Eh."

"Ok?"

"Tell me to the doctor, don't worry about using the most expensive medicine, you have money."

Lin Zhilu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, "Got it."

"Ask them to sew carefully. The scar in this part is too long, like a caesarean section." Sighing, "I was quite hungry when I went out today..." Unfortunately, my appetite is not good.

When he said this, he didn't realize that it was a bit sloppy to use a bad joke as his last words.

His head was dizzy, sleepiness flooded in like a tide, Yang Qingshui opened his mouth, the words he wanted to say were lost in the air, and his eyes were completely closed.

"boss!"

At that moment, he could still hear Zeng Yue'er's cry, but the whole figure was floating, and suddenly it was pushed far away, the world receded rapidly, and what he was in was just an endless black spot.

It seemed to be a dream, but it also seemed to wake up. He opened his eyes, and the surroundings changed, but they seemed to have known each other.

The light was hazy, and the sight fell on the trophy on the table shelf——Excellence Award in the Script Writing Contest, Yang Yuan.

Him, the original name.

This was nowhere else but his small bedroom suite.That day he finished writing the ending chapter of the mystery novel, fell asleep on the bed, and traveled to the world in the book when he woke up.And now...he's back?

Speculative fiction, yes.Looking for it, his black laptop was covered with the back panel and placed flat on the table.

Yang Qingshui stood up, walked to the table, and turned on the computer involuntarily.

In June, the cicadas sing very loudly, and there are very few people on the street in this scorching heat. Occasionally, they walk over and quickly hide in the shadows, but there are still people who "stand for punishment" under a big sun.Originally, Gao Yang invited the elders with high status in the Jianghu, but the old people are well-informed even if they don’t play the Internet, knowing that Gao Yang is now covered in fishy clothes, and if he went to his house and was photographed by reporters, he would have to smell it for a few days, and no one wanted to go there peptone.After a few days of back and forth, they reluctantly agreed to meet in a private club.

In order to play the emotional card, he brought his wife and younger brother with him, and there were only two close subordinates around him. At this moment, those old men said to discuss something first, and left them out.

The sun was so bright that everyone couldn't open their eyes. Gao Yang suspected that the times were changing, he lost his power, and his mind was unbalanced. The scorching sun hit his body and he felt chills.He squinted at the rosewood door, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

After a while, the door finally opened and they were invited in.

In name, Gao Yang approached these veterans for advice and advice, but actually he wanted them to endorse him.The unfavorable news disrupted Zhongtian's position, and gave other gangs an opportunity to take advantage of the random scrambling of land and people. The more so, the more outsiders believed that Zhongtian would collapse, and fell into a vicious circle like a bank run .

Disputes between various gangs in the Jianghu can not be brought to legal proceedings, relying on the public trial of the Senate like a clan ancestral hall. In order to maintain internal order, these old men who have retired from the old gangs are highly praised, and no one dares to easily challenge them. Opinion.As long as they uphold justice and let other gangs take care of their imminent actions, Zhongtian can buy time to regroup. It is especially important to get through a few words of nonsense from こ〉QāK, so even in this sensitive period, Gao Yang still has to come to ask for it in person. .

"I said Gao Yang, you are usually very smart, why did you get angry with a third-rate bastard? So many people watched, stabbed a knife at the gate of the court, didn't you tell others that you have ghosts in your heart?" Fifth Master put down the tea bowl and put the bowl away. The cover was buckled, and he raised his eyelids to look at Gao Yang, "This is good, it has aroused public anger."

"My two mahjong parlors just had the glass smashed. Damn let me catch those little bastards, I must kill them!"

An old man named Uncle Bing said: "Whatever the slaughter, just bear with it. We are dogs in the water now, let's be human with our tails between our legs."

"Hey... Anyway, it's troublesome. I just hope that the comatose kid won't die. If he dies, we will suffer a lot."

The old-fashioned ceiling fan draws the light and shifts, reflecting the face of the person who is speaking is bright and dark, as if they are just drinking tea for a long time, and they seem to mean something.

It was still Wu Ye who spoke: "Gao Yang, listen to my advice and hide from the limelight. If you are not with you, you have to bow your head. Is business more important than life, more important than freedom? Old Shen went in, and after 30 years, he just came out. Do you still have a job? Give the burden to others, leave Gaoqiao with your wife and children, and you can make a comeback in the future. Nephew and daughter-in-law, how old is the child?"

Suddenly being called, Zhong Yuying looked at her husband, who didn't speak, so she answered truthfully: "One is six years old and the other is seven years old."

A Bing slapped his thigh and sighed: "Wife and children are the most important thing. I just didn't understand this truth back then, and my disobedient sons were not around when I was old. It's my fault that I was focused on business."

The elder nicknamed "Lama" sneered, "You fucking focus on other women, what business are you talking about?"

"You know the shit-"

"Shut up. Once you are old, you will be ashamed in front of the little one." Fifth Master impatiently knocked the lid of the teacup on the table, stopping the two of them from quarreling innocuously. The old man is also filial, I will take care of this matter. We will keep an eye on the gang and the business, even if you are not here, we will find someone capable to take care of it. Don’t worry about anything, leave this place as soon as possible, and live a stable life.”

After a while of silence, I heard Gao Yang squeeze out a sneer from between his teeth, and said: "Usually you eat my food and take mine, just treat it as a respect for the elderly and don't count on you, now come to tell me this kind of thing? Okay, help me Get rid of that kid in the intensive care unit, and help me get rid of the name of the place, help me? How much money was charged outside, and use this kind of words to mess with me!"

Fifth Master's face was ashen, but he hadn't spoken yet, "Lama" slammed the table, "Hello!"

There was a lot of commotion, Liang Shi and Tan Gulang immediately stood up, glanced at the audience, their aura overwhelmed them.Gao Lun also stood up.

Fifth Master said coldly: "You can't handle it."

Gao Yang threw the teacup in front of him to the ground, "If we can't do it, we will die together."

Fifth Master: "What did you say?"

"Speaking of rules and morals, I almost forgot that they all came from selling fans and opening gambling stalls. Everyone's ass is dirty. If I get into a game today, I will shake you all out tomorrow. If I don't let me live, everyone will die together!" It's just that Xin Huimang climbed up licking blood on the tip of the knife to prevent them from knowing how powerful he was, thinking that he was really a legitimate businessman.

A Bing opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "Are you crazy? Do you know what you're talking about?" Gan Pianmen is most afraid of turning his elbows outwards. No matter how pickled and bleeding inside, he can't poke outside.If Gao Yang did this, it would be like smashing the whole gang, and no one could agree to it.

Gao Yang's angry expression still persisted, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with a group of old immortals.

"Okay, stop arguing." Fifth Master glanced at Gao Yang, his emotions were invisible, and no one knew how he would express his position.I only heard Wu Ye say: "After so many years of friendship, there is no need to open your mouth and shoot. I understand what you mean, but you have to give us a few days to discuss how to do it."

Gao Yang knew their tricks, nominally they needed time, but in reality they were waiting for him to pay tribute, and only after seeing the size of the money did they decide how much to help.Spending money is nothing to him, so he said: "Then think about it, as long as you can help, everything is easy to talk about."

"Everyone kept their faces dark and silent. Obviously, his words offended the elders who were always flattered. Gao Yang didn't care, took his wife's hand and left the guild hall."

A new story was generated word by word on the screen, apparently after Yang Qingshui fell into a coma.He looked at it, as if seeing the world at the other end of the text, because of the wrestling of everyone, the plot was subverted again.Turning back, I saw that the novel has completely changed, it is no longer a mystery novel with Ling Yu as the protagonist, but everything that happened after Yang Qingshui traveled through.The words on it, like a book of fate, are detailed.

Na Cha...a prank?

But if his feelings are correct, this book is a bridge between the two worlds, and he can use this computer to rewrite the other world.

Thinking of this, Yang Qingshui slowly touched the keyboard, hesitatingly typed three words.

He woke up.

As soon as the words landed on the page of the document, as if a force had pulled his soul away, Yang Qingshui's whole body softened and he fell to the ground.