I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

Song Qingyue arrived a few minutes late.

The helicopter hovered in the sky, looking worried at the lush mountains, but couldn't find a place to land.

She asked the skydiving instructor to take her to jump.

As for the messy things like fear of heights, she had already forgotten about them.

She saw the villagers rushing over and made a temporary road with wooden and iron rods. Lin Qingqian and the old principal trembled and slowly walked over the towering break.

Lin Qingqian had probably never been so embarrassed before, her left arm was cut wide, and her forehead was bleeding.

But the woman smiled at her and held out her left hand.

Song Qingyue whimpered, threw himself into Lin Qingqian's arms, and burst into tears.

Lin Qingqian put her left hand around her waist and hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of life.

But after only hugging for a while, she let go of her hand and looked at the village head who rushed over, "Everyone is okay."

The village chief was still extremely excited, and waved his hands, "No, no! That guy is scared, and the kerosene we prepared was useless, but Wang Ni'er's voice is hoarse, and a few hands are scratched, Everyone is doing well!"

"That's great," she smiled and bowed slowly, "Thank you very much."

The village chief hurriedly hid and shouted, "This should be done. You have done so many things for our village, and you are playing friends with Song Wawa, of course you should."

"It's your ancestral temple, it's gone." Lin Qingqian looked back and said softly.

"How can it be!" The old headmaster rubbed his head, "We have already transferred the ancestral tablet!"

Lin Qing smiled slightly, "Very good."

"Where are Xie Wenting and Xie Wengu?"

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Xie Wenting squatted on the national highway, hoping that a car would stop when passing by.

Xie Wengu was still standing in the rice field, looking at Xie Wenfei who had fainted and his face was swollen into a pig's head, snorted coldly, raised his hand and splashed water on it.

Xie Wenfei woke up leisurely, and then punched him in the face again.

The helicopter roared over, Lin Qingqian poked his head out.

"Take that guy, come up!"

The operator Song Chaodu arranged was directly taken away by the local police and detained on the spot, together with the pig-headed Xie Wenfei.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooo!" clenched teeth, sobbed with gauze wrapped around her head.

Song Qingyue looked at her deep and huge gash with distress, and looked at the doctor worriedly, "It won't leave a scar."

"It's hard to say." The doctor narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll sew you with No. 0 thread."

"It's okay to leave scars." The anesthetic was the most painful. After the injection, Lin Qingqian came back to life, jokingly said, "I can get tattoos, such as the dragon tattoo on the left."

Xie Wenting, who had been hungry all night, rolled his eyes at Lin Qingqian while he was grilling rice.

Song Qingyue's phone rang suddenly, and she was reluctant to leave Lin Qingqian out of her sight. After seeing that it was Li Bing, she answered it directly.

"Turn on the speakerphone, and I'll listen to it too." Lin Qingqian chose to listen to this instead of looking at the sharp needle piercing her skin.

Li Bing's voice came, "Dong Song, Song Chaodu pleaded guilty and is now at the police station."

She didn't say a word.

Coincidentally, Lin Zhiyin is next door.

Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue with doubts in her eyes.

"Dong Song?"

She's just Mr. Lin.

"I'll talk to you later," Song Qingyue comforted Lin Qingqian, who was furious, and then turned to the phone and said, "What's wrong with him?"

"He has something to say to Mr. Lin."

Lin Qingqian's mouth suddenly pouted higher, and he leaned his head to listen.

Song Chaodu's old and tired voice came over the phone, "I lost, I admit defeat, but I hope you didn't lose what I gave you, my reform plan."

Lin Qingqian didn't know what happened, she looked at Song Qingyue in confusion, and replied, "It's not lost, it's in the safe."

"That's good." Song Qingyue's voice was full of smiles, "Lin Qingqian, you are very good."

"Song Qingyue."

"Huh?" Song Qingyue responded coldly.

Song Chaodu smiled gratifiedly, "You are also very good."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingqian looked at Song Qingyue.

Song Qingyue sighed, sat down, and told her exactly what happened in just two days.

When Lin Qingqian heard that Lin Zhiyin was in prison, she glanced at Xie Wenting, who lowered her head, and hesitated for a while.

"Let's not go home later, let's go to Wanfo Mountain first."

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"Probably the situation is like this." Song Qingyue told Xie Zeqing the original story again, so thirsty that he took a sip of water.

She and Lin Qingqian, who had bandages on her hands and head, looked at each other.

It was the first time for them to meet their mother, their lover.

Xie Zeqing lowered her head, and after a long time, she chuckled, "As expected, Lin Zhiyin is still the same."

"I have you, Lin, and even Wenting in my heart, but I am not there."

She raised her head, with tears in her eyes, "She said she wanted me to wait for her, but now I'm in prison?!"

Lin Qingqian hurriedly pressed Xie Zeqing's hand, "Aunt Zeqing, don't worry."

She cleared her throat, "Guns were banned in my country only in 90, and it was only in 96 that the crackdown was more ruthless. The gun Mom took belonged to my dad... Bah, I mean, ah, you just need to understand."

"When my dad passed away, gun bans hadn't even started yet."

"Article 120 of the "Criminal Law", who violates the gun management regulations and illegally holds or hides guns and ammunition, shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, or public surveillance. My mother is also a semi-voluntary nature. The source of the guns is the relics of relatives. She is a martyr, and she has never done anything bad, and she has never had any intention to do anything wrong. Considering many factors, I estimate that she will be sentenced to a year and a half."

Lin Qing looked at Xie Zeqing with a slight smile, "When she comes out, she won't take care of the company anymore, and she may come to accompany you when the time comes."

Xie Zeqing narrowed her eyes, "Maybe?"

Lin Qingqian was taken aback, and quickly sold Lin Zhiyin, "Definitely!"

Lin Zhiyin sneezed violently.

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After seeing Xie Zeqing, Lin Qingqian returned to City S and went to the Lin Group first.

In the interim board of directors, she calmly announced what Song Chaodu had done, and then joined forces with Li Bing to cut off the last traces of evil in an extremely clean and neat way.

Anyway, I worked overtime for several days and didn't go back to the old house.

She didn't know what she was running from.

Song Qingyue stayed with her all the time, and Lin Qingqian also intended to give her some work to do.

After all, there are only two of them left now, they are the backing of others, no one can ask for it, only themselves.

The two also had a tacit understanding, and neither of them raised issues such as bottom line morality.

Song Qingyue occasionally recalled himself at that time, and thought it was cutely stupid, but wanted to cry.

"It's time to change the medicine today." Song Qingyue tapped Lin Qingqian on the head.

Lin Qingqian slumped on the desk, lazily, "Let Dr. Zhou come up."

Her personal doctor quickly came up with a medicine box, first opened the wound on her head, and sighed.

"With such a heavy impact, it is common sense to suffer a concussion. If it is heavier, you may become a vegetable. You are completely fine."

Seeing Lin Qingqian's complexion, Song Qingyue suddenly became a little tired.

The woman nodded slightly and remained silent.

"I'm going home today," Lin Qingqian said softly after changing her medicine, "It's good that you are at the company."

Song Qingyue wanted to ask, but after thinking about it, he respected Lin Qingqian.

"Okay, you go."

Lin Qingqian walked into the empty home, went upstairs, opened the door of her room, and looked at the desktop computer in the room that hadn't been turned on for a long time.

"It's always been hidden under my nose." She said softly and turned on the phone.

Bring up the folder, hide properties, cancel.

A folder I had never seen before appeared.

"The Actress and Her Rumored Boyfriends"

The corners of Lin Qingqian's lips twitched crazily, and he wanted to complain again, and a chill filled his heart again.

She clicked.

Sure enough, it was the brainless novel she had read, word for word, the plot was extremely erratic and illogical, but after so many things were verified, she understood that this was definitely not a simple brainless novel.

The only question is, why is it here.

She turned to the bottom, intending to see the ending that she had been obsessed with.

"Damn, it's unfinished." Boss Lin cursed.

But at the bottom, there was another letter.

[Hello, Lin Qingqian. ]

[Or, hello, Lin Qingqian. ]

[You may have already guessed who I am, but I'm still going to tell you the correct answer. ]

[I am Lin Qingqian's personality, the smart one, so smart that he is a bit antisocial. ]

[Actually, I have already reminded you that if you enter the subconscious world, if you suddenly have a flash of inspiration and want to watch a movie, you will only see "Sherlock"]

Lin Qingqian remembered that when she and No. [-] met for the second time because she fell into the water, No. [-] let her go.

[I claim to be not Sherlock, but Moriarty.I can judge what will happen next through many clues and people's hearts. The accuracy rate of small things is very low, and the error rate of major things is not high. ]

[But sadly, I didn't fight the other guy, yes, I'm divisive. ]

[I don't understand why that sentimental guy can be stronger than me. She said it's something called affection and love, and the devil would believe it. ]

[I lived in the white room and deduced what would happen if that guy kept controlling the body. ]

[The content of the book will happen. ]

[I thought it was absolutely impossible, so I discussed with her.I said, "Since you think I'd be antisocial if I took control of my body, let's make one together."]

[I used my brilliant brain, spent the longest time, and completed the best work-I fabricated a person's virtual 30-year experience. ]

[When you first know this is the truth, it may be hard to accept, after all, those people have lived in your memory, but unfortunately, it is the truth. ]

[I gave you a brilliant IQ, and she gave you the feeling to love and be loved. ]

[Perhaps you are not bad. ]

[But there is also a downside. My remaining tyranny and her remaining excessive emotions are all left behind and cannot be vented. ]

[So you may have occasional tyrannical moods, or sometimes extra sentimental, and that's normal. ]

[Of course, the things left behind may develop into new personalities. Hey, I can’t speculate on those. You can figure it out. Anyway, it won’t be bad for you, it’s all family. ]

[That's all for now, no see. ]

Lin Qingqian raised the corner of her mouth, accepting all the memories that were suddenly unlocked.

Why my own handwriting, muscle memory, and talent are exactly the same as the original owner's, I have the answer.

"Huh, there's more at the bottom?" She flipped the page frantically to the bottom, and saw a line of words.

[Hi, actually you came here through time travel. ]

[You can believe in fairy tales. ]

The author has something to say: It's over!Flowers are over!

There's no more episodes, I'm drained!

But you can take a look if you have nothing to do, maybe I suddenly wrote something in the comment area?

So even if there is a special episode, it is free hahahahaha.

The new article "Uncovering the Coffin" is a book I have worked very hard on, and I am working on the outline now, and it will be published in January next year.

It's not a Western fantasy, nor is it a fairy tale, and the painting style is weird and escaped (bushi).

such as:

Qingdi: Don't you young people take spell lessons anymore?

Xiaobai: Charm class?

She pulls out the robot.

"As long as 998, as long as 998, the automatic character robot will be brought home!"

Emperor Qing: ...

Or

Qing Emperor: Are you a dark dragon?

Xiaobai: Exactly!

Emperor Qing: Then you chose the Light Department! ! !

Xiaobai: Don't ask. Asking is just a matter of choosing a major. Look over there.

Emperor Qing looked over.

"That bee dragon chose the power system."

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