Lord Yama please let me go

It was already late when Lan Miaomiao got home.She quickly took a shower, changed into a comfortable pajamas, and then collapsed on the sofa at home to call Zhu Gong.

When Zhu Gong received the call, he had already gone to bed. As a delicate pig boy, he was strict with his biological clock of going to bed early and waking up early.

Therefore, Lan Miaomiao's phone call put Zhu Gong in a bad mood: "If you tell me that you haven't got Lolita's manuscript, you won't have to show up at the office from tomorrow on. Girls, why not?" They don't pay attention to their sleep time!"

"I just got home, and I got the manuscript." Lan Miaomiao's faint voice made Zhu Gong's next question stuck deeply in his throat.

Zhu Gong's shrill voice was full of disbelief: "What? You actually got the manuscript?"

"Hmm." Lan Miaomiao felt very strange hearing the inconceivableness in Zhu Gong's voice. This person is so strange. Didn't he just let her go to that manuscript?Isn't it a normal thing to get it?

"Oh, good, great!" Although Zhu Gong's voice was still the same high-pitched voice, it was less sharp and softer with joy.

"Miaomiao, you worked hard today, it's so late, go to bed, girls' skin is very important." Zhu Gong told Lan Miaomiao with concern, "Don't be late tomorrow, oh, be happy I can't sleep, hehehehe."

Listening to the laughter on the other end of the phone, Lan Miaomiao unconsciously twitched the corners of her mouth. The laughter was terrifying: "I see, where am I going tomorrow?"

"Oh, girl, are you kidding me? Don't you know where our magazine is? I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to take a beauty sleep. If I don't sleep for a while, I will get more wrinkles!" After finishing speaking Zhu Gong hung up the phone.

"A magazine office?" Lan Miaomiao hung up the phone, and she searched in the study blankly.

She looked at the magazines randomly placed on the table in the study room. The main feature of this magazine was the serialized articles of the one-eyed loli.

"This is it..." Lan Miaomiao looked at the serialized articles in the magazine and said to herself.

On the first day after amnesia, Lan Miaomiao was lying on her bed. She smelled a strange smell in the room, and the helplessness in her heart was always floating in her heart.

Although she seems to be living a normal life now, only she knows how confused this life is.

Lan Miaomiao, who couldn't sleep, took out her diary and carefully read the game experience about pesticides.

Since she promised the one-eyed loli to take her to play games, she must recall the feeling of playing games as soon as possible.

Adhering to the fact that practice is the only way to test the truth, Lan Miaomiao, who couldn't sleep, studied the game all night.

By the time the sky was bright, Lan Miaomiao's rank had turned into gold.

This is of course the result of Lan Miaomiao's suppression of rank, as if it is the memory of the body. At first, Lan Miaomiao's operation was a little rusty, but soon, her sister Mulan had already dominated the canyon.

"Ah--" Lan Miaomiao opened her sore eyes, and yawned loudly. Looking at the time at four o'clock in the morning, she finally fell into a deep sleep.

This feeling felt extremely short. Lan Miaomiao only felt that the alarm clock rang just as she closed her eyes. Great sleepiness swept her mind. She reached out to turn off the alarm clock and fell unconscious again.

When Lan Miaomiao woke up again, she was woken up by Zhu Gong's serial killing calls.

"Hey, who is it?" Lan Miaomiao didn't want to open her eyes because of the sunlight coming in from the window, and she managed to pick up the phone reluctantly.

"Lan Miaomiao! Don't tell me that you are still sleeping! Do you know that all of us are waiting for your manuscript!" Zhu Gong's voice pierced Lan Miaomiao's eardrums, making Lan Miaomiao Miao suddenly woke up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm getting up now." Lan Miaomiao, who was awake, apologized repeatedly.

I just heard that Zhu Gong's voice on the other end of the phone was full of anger: "You'd better get out of here within an hour! Don't think that you can keep you just because you can get Lolita's manuscript!"

Lan Miaomiao hung up the phone, and she patted her cheek heavily.She got up quickly, packed herself up and went out the door quickly.

When Lan Miaomiao arrived at the magazine office, she looked at countless faces looking forward to her. She felt that what Zhu Gong said was right. As expected, all the people were waiting for her.

Zhu Gong broke through the crowd and rushed in front of Lan Miaomiao. His fat face and small eyes greedily stared at Lan Miaomiao.

It wasn't until Zhu Gong opened his mouth that Lan Miaomiao recognized that the fat man in front of him was the delicate boy who said that going to bed early was good for his skin.

Lan Miaomiao coughed twice in embarrassment, and then slowly took out the USB flash drive that Zhong Yanluo had given her from her bag.

As soon as Lan Miaomiao took out the USB flash drive with a small skull printed on it, Zhu Gong reached out and snatched it with bright eyes.

"Well, Mr. Zhu..." Lan Miaomiao just wanted to start by apologizing for being late this morning.

Zhu Gong patted Lan Miaomiao on the shoulder: "This is really Lolita's manuscript, it really is! Lan Miaomiao, you did a good job, I don't care about the previous things."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Gong rushed into his office holding the USB flash drive as if he had found a treasure. At the same time, the crowd who had gathered here also returned to their seats one after another, staring at his computer with shining eyes.

Seeing everyone's strange reactions, Lan Miaomiao couldn't help wondering what kind of strange magazine she had joined.

She looked at the hungry look of the colleague closest to her staring at the computer, and Lan Miaomiao asked a little embarrassedly: "Well, hello, which position is mine?"

The colleague pointed casually inside without raising his head: "That empty seat is yours."

"Oh, thank you." Lan Miaomiao pouted helplessly. What were they expecting?

Finally, Lan Miaomiao sat down in her seat. As soon as she sat down, she heard the beeps from the computers of the people around her.

Then there was the sound of clicking the mouse in unison, and then there was silence, and everyone was staring at the computer seriously.

At this time, Zhu Gong also rushed out of the office.

"You must have seen it last night, right?" Zhu Gong leaned on Lan Miaomiao's table, unconsciously pinching the orchid with his fingers and asked.

"Ah?" Lan Miaomiao looked away from Zhu Gong unnaturally, and she suddenly understood the note on her mobile phone to Eunuch Zhu.

"It's Lolita's new article. It's so beautiful. What do you think the mysterious symbols on the wall represent?" Zhu Gong desperately wanted to share his feelings about reading the article with himself.

"I haven't watched it yet." Lan Miaomiao replied flatly.

"What? I remember that you are not a fan of Lolita? You didn't read the article the first time you got it." Zhu Gong's shrill voice was full of disbelief.

"Look at these people, which one is waiting for you to get back the manuscript, and you haven't read it?" He raised his finger and pointed at the people who were immersed in the novel around him.

"I……"

"Back then you cried and shouted to be Lolita's editor, didn't you just want to read this first manuscript?" Zhu Gong asked.

"Ah? Wasn't it because the one-eyed loli likes to procrastinate the drafts that you asked me to rush?" Lan Miaomiao asked.

"What are you talking about? Look at these people who don't want to go to Luo Li's house to see her creative environment. Although she likes to delay the manuscript a bit, but look at the powerful writers who don't have personality. Do you understand?" Zhu Gong cast a reproachful glance at Lan Miaomiao with his small eyes.

Lan Miaomiao suddenly felt goose bumps on her body.

"Yes, yes, by the way, Luoli asked me to play games with her yesterday, and she would give me the manuscript..." Lan Miaomiao asked tentatively, "Can I still go to her house this afternoon?"

"Yes, if she can still give you manuscripts, you can go there every day." Zhu Gong's small eyes suddenly glowed with excitement, "Although our magazine is updated every week, it doesn't matter. If she is willing to write more, Who wouldn't want to see more."

"Then I won't come to the magazine in the afternoon?" Lan Miaomiao asked softly.

"It's okay if you don't come here in the future, you just come to me every morning to hand in some drafts, it doesn't matter if you have a little bit, as long as you have it!" Zhu Gong smiled very kindly, but on his fat face, this kind smile seemed to be so kind. It's really infiltrating.

"Well, then I'll go buy some lunch for Lori and go find her." Lan Miaomiao was hairy as Zhu Gong's smile stared at her, and she gently moved towards the takeaway.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

Zhu Gong looked at Lan Miaomiao's back, and he couldn't help feeling: "Tsk, this person really recruited the right one, when did I see Luo Li handing over the manuscript so easily, and the quality of the manuscript is still so good Great!"

……

Lan Miaomiao was sitting in the car heading to Zhong Yanluo's house.

She curiously opened the file that Zhu Gong just sent up in the group folder, and it was Zhong Yanluo's manuscript.

When Lan Miaomiao thought that those people in the office were obsessed with her novel as if they were addicted to drugs, she read it angrily.

The more she looked at it, the more strange Lan Miaomiao felt. Both the description of the crime scene and the special symbols on the wall were exactly the same as what she saw at Zhong Yanluo's house.

Most importantly, Zhong Yanluo's description of the first witness was really similar to her reaction...