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"Great working-class representative comrade, that... I heard you were promoted to the class monitor last month? "

Holding a inferior cigarette in his mouth, Lee Zhao finally made up his mind. He threw up his face and sent a message to his brother who had been in the dark for two years to greet him. After a long time, there was no reply. After a few curses, he went back to the forum and began filling it up with water.

He was currently in the Internet Cafe. His rented house had its power cut, and the landlord was waiting for him to obediently take the initiative to charge it. The most important thing was that he was running out of money. He couldn't get online even if he had the electricity charge, so he decided not to go for the last bit of money. At most, he could just get some sleep and have a good rest.

Damned vampire 2 landlord, third-rate city backwater is still the sixth floor of the adobe house. What happened to the full 35 hydro heating units per month?

Lee Zhao had painstakingly pulled for broadband. Not only did he do it for free, he didn't even care about the electricity bill. Lee Zhao's profession is inseparable from computers and electricity, he is a third rate writer and water king.

What is a third rate writer? He writes 10 thousand words every day and is still a pitiful person. Normal script didn't have much money, but for a living, he would risk his life to fill up the water and write useless manuscripts.

Thinking of the warm smile on the landlord's face, Lee Zhao wanted to punch him. Moreover, this second landlord had a lot of connections. Every day, there would be new friends and old friends who came over to drink. Lee Zhao's last bit of patience was worn out from all the quarreling.

What was even more unbearable was that this handsome and shy landlady actually had two girlfriends. She would come back every week to help him clean up the house and resolve the stress. How could Lee Zhao, an experienced bachelor, endure this?

Therefore, he decisively decided to move out. After living here for half a year, he could no longer hold on and decided to return to a remote and small town. There were also two large courtyards that his parents had bought. In fact, the total number of yards he had bought from them was less than 8,000.

Back then, due to the blind date, he came out with his hard drive. After two years of messing around with it, his mother always called but always cried. This made Lee Zhao's heart twist like a knife. Isn't it just going back? Then go back, not into the police station.

After reading the thread on the front page, Lee Zhao refreshed himself with water. Suddenly, an extremely sensitive post appeared, as if it was a shark smelling blood. Lee Zhao quickly opened it. The content was really exciting.

He quickly wrote down his long story about the existence of IQ. As a person, one shouldn't be too selfish, so he decisively sent a screenshot to a group of thousands of friends, then went back to the forum and clicked on the reply button. He received a prompt: The thread has been deleted …

"Fortunately, laozi was wise and left a screenshot for those grandsons."

After being proud of his IQ for a while, the good bro replied, "Didn't you say you had the guts to make a mistake? Say, are you missing your brother? "

"You should know that I have a mild mental breakdown. I ungrateful old man last time and have blacklisted you for a long time." "But I definitely admire you, big brother. Didn't you say that you had a trumpet at that time?"

"Hur hur, what's the matter?"

This bro grew up together with Lee Zhao. After two years of not contacting him, he knew that Lee Zhao's family was either showing off or … Weeping poor.

While sighing in his heart, Lee Zhao quickly replied: "I'm going back. It's fine to be a small businessman or to drive a black car. There's no way I can live on anymore, so I'll have to ask for a fee of 5."

"Which account?" Oh yeah, your mom called laozi. Why did your phone shut down? "

"It's not like I don't have the money to make a fuss. Don't worry, this money will immediately fill the bill."

After getting the money, Lee Zhao revealed his true nature, "What else do you want?"

"?"

"If you have nothing to do, then go and attend to it. I am a scholar, so I will have to rush the script." Right, on account of this, how about arranging a dragon trap for a little worker like you? "No need for Big Bro Xie. Big Bro has always been so generous."

After which, he decisively pulled him down.

This was too dark, who cared about him overflowing with flood waters?

Taking a look at his friends group, Lee Zhao was very satisfied with the result. As expected, the exciting news blew up the ancient creatures that were diving one by one.

After walking three kilometers, Lee Zhao limped back to the house.

He was already crippled. When he was young, his hand had been dislocated to save money to reattach the bone in the clinic. Right now, his left hand lacked even the slightest bit of strength. Three years ago, he and his best friend were working in the factory and the shop crashed down. He dodged the shot shaft, but his right foot was deformed, and he took a hundred thousand dollars to seal his mouth. He was hospitalized for three months and then came out.

His original girlfriend had been kicked by him. She couldn't stand the sullen expression of the woman's family during the blind date, and because of her parents' humble attitude, she was infuriated. After flipping over the table, she ran away.

After a few good friends tried to persuade him, he beat them up. Lee Zhao felt that he had let them and his parents down, so he completely disappeared from the face of the earth. Half a month ago, Lee Zhao's former girlfriend brought her to the same table as him, giving him the idea of going back to do some small business and getting along well with her.

He was paranoid, paranoid was a disease. No one would be so paranoid as to ignore everything. It was as if the whole world were one man and his opponent was his destiny.

Lee Zhao wanted to change his appearance and go back. With his identity as an internet writer, at least this was something that he could do with his own strength. Moreover, he also liked the way of life by peddling his thoughts. He also liked the way of communication on the internet. At the very least, everyone on the internet was complete.

It was strange that the landlord took the initiative to charge the battery. After some thought, he understood that one of the landlady's girlfriends was coming back today. Without electricity, it was impossible to play some small games between the two.

As he entered the group, it was still bustling with noise and excitement, discussing the screenshots he had sent out earlier. Lee Zhao joined in and chatted with the netizens from all over the world to pass the time.

At this moment, the doorbell rang. Lee Zhao was unmoved because the person knocking on the door could not be his friend. After a long time, when the landlord didn't open the door, Lee Zhao replied: "Maybe someone is checking the water meter. We'll talk later."

Looking through the peephole, he saw that it was a middle-aged woman. Lee Zhao did not doubt him, but he still asked: "Who are you looking for?"

One had to be careful, this district was too remote and often had the activity of bad people.

"Check the water meter. There are also community comrades who want to do an investigation."

Shrugging his shoulders, Lee Zhao opened the door in a daze and saw the middle-aged woman hiding far away. There was a man and a woman, two policemen standing at the door. A person who was used to being aloof might not even know how to speak politely.

Swallowing his saliva, Lee Zhao asked, "What business do you two officers have with me?"

"You can't be a police officer, are you Lee Zhao?"

"Yes, I am Lee Zhao." How to... "Could it be …"

"Then please follow us back to the station and do an investigation. Don't worry, we'll be able to release you in the afternoon."

The policeman saw that Lee Zhao was nervous and tried to comfort him. To Lee Zhao, who had a lot of imagination, this was like silver taels. He hurriedly said, "Can you let me send a message to a friend? He's still waiting for me."

"No problem, we'll wait for you here."

Lee Zhao turned around and went back to his bedroom. His face was pale, and after he sent a water meter in the group to guarantee in the name of his ancestors, the entire group fell silent. Soon after, most of the heads turned gray, and a few experienced novels covered the discussion messages.

No longer caring about this, Lee Zhao got on another trumpet and sent a message to the guy from before: "My tablemate knows my position, my bank card is still there, my old password. This daddy here has his water meter checked. If something happens, I'll leave my parents to you, on account of me saving your life. "

After turning off the computer, Lee Zhao put away his bank card and looked at himself in the mirror. As a scholar, he also needed to maintain his poise and etiquette before being executed.

In the interrogation room of the police station, there was still a man and a woman. The man was tall and strong and handsome, while the woman was valiant and valiant.

As expected, it was not a good thing. Lee Zhao kept a smile on his face and sat down to refuse the beautiful policewoman's concern for him. He pondered on how he could get through this.

The policeman coughed lightly and said, "Recently, there have been some clowns who have stirred up trouble online. The reason I've called you here today is to ask you about it." This is also your chance. If you were to seize it, you would be on your own side from now on. "

Seeing Lee Zhao's nervous expression, the policewoman comforted him, "Don't worry, we just want to cooperate with you."

Lee Zhao immediately softened. He raised his hands and said, "I am a scholar, a scholar!" I understand what you're all up to, Officer Wei-Meng said with a dark face, and this valiant officer with a red face. Rest assured, both of you, I will say anything that I know. I am a very open-minded person and very easy to talk to.

Lee Zhao was relieved when he saw the two officers smile. As long as he smiled, this matter would be easy to discuss.

As for the scholarly character, Lee Zhao definitely had his own understanding. When he could advance an inch, he should be tough. When facing the power of Iron Fist, he absolutely had to give in. His entire body was full of flesh, and he could not block bullets.

A man of letters is a representative of wisdom. He cannot do the kind of thing that causes pain and has no benefits. This kind of stupid thing is to discredit the man of letters.

"Haha, Mr. Li is really interesting. The thing is, we've heard that Mr. Li has a lot of connections on several large social networks, and he has a certain level of influence as well. We hope Mr. Li can set an example and lead the way on the Internet. "

Her sweet voice also made Lee Zhao relax a little. Only then did he have the time to size up this policewoman. Under her uniform, there was a kind of beauty that made one's heart tremble, especially when they smiled.

Lee Zhao's gaze remained calm and composed like a scholar, while his eyes looked around without leaving a trace.

The male policeman said, "Of course, I hope that this kind of thing will not happen again today. The specifics of Mr. Li's work were detailed in this pamphlet issued by his superiors. Mr. Li would not expose this booklet, would he? "

"No, absolutely not. "I have a very good memory. I can remember it after 3 times. I can remember it after less than 12 times."

Lee Zhao quickly patted his chest and promised to destroy it. If he didn't agree, then what? Didn't he set the record for today? If he refused, it would be enough for him to teach for fifteen days.

Regret should not be the Internet for a moment of pleasure, ah, endless future troubles.

After the conversation was over, the two walked Lee Zhao out of the building that gave him a dignified but gloomy feeling.

Looking back at the building, this was the feeling of entering the police station?

Lee Zhao raised his head and looked up at the bright flag. It was as if he could see two azure and violet dots of light coiling around each other as they descended from the sky.

Illusion? Who cares about him? It's good to be a scholar. This, the political committee just shook hands with us and affectionately called us comrades. Let us work hard. Unfortunately, compared to Song and Ming dynasties of literati, modern literati really can not be awesome.

Seems like I can see the two purple and green lights, growing bigger and bigger, flying straight towards me?

As if frozen in time, Lee Zhao changed his angle of view. He saw his head being penetrated by a beam of azure and violet light and then being pulled by a suction force. The fixed scene was filled with spider markings that wanted to crack apart.

Lee Zhao panicked. His identity as a scholar had finally gotten a little better. How could he die so early?!

Feeling unresigned, before he was pulled away by something unknown, Lee Zhao's heart-wrenching cry came: "I will still be a scholar in my next life … The best one would be Song Ming's! "