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    "How can I do that? I'm a keyboard warrior and I'm a great writer. I'm a bit ignorant of Taiwan."

    "You advise you not to be angry, the case of that faceless man is not over yet, what if he targets you?"

    "Even if Lord Yan came to the door, I don't need your fake mercy. I am the daughter of the people's police and can protect myself."

    "Well, count me as meddling in my own business."

    ?Since the Liu Meimei incident, the long alleyway of Chunzi Lane has become much brighter under the cover of street lights, and it seems that the head can be seen at a glance.

    In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of, and Luo Qiao's strong self-esteem does not allow her to bow her head like such a hypocritical supernatural novelist.

    However, before parting, she felt the need to make it clear to Zhou Yu.

    "Writer Zhou, how your novels are created has nothing to do with me, but as the prototype of Huangmao in your novels, I have something to say."

    Zhou Yu didn't answer, but just stared at Luo Qiao, waiting for her next words.

    "I think your novel can go on without the character Huangmao. For example, the pair of wild mandarin ducks in the car, they shouldn't mind making a guest appearance in your novel. So I advise you to change it, otherwise I think  It is necessary for me to take up the weapon of law to protect my rights."

    The sea breeze made the billboards on the square rattle, and under the night, Zhou Yu's face was neither humble nor overbearing.

    "Miss Luo, I have two answers for your opinion. First, I don't know if you have read my preface before reading my novel. I have specifically stated in it that this story is purely fictitious.  Same, please don't be seated on the same number.

    Second, Huang Mao, he is a male character, and I don't agree that he is based on you.  Therefore, it is not necessary and I will not remove the character of Huang Mao from my novel, and in the following plots, I plan to let him play the leading role and play more roles.

    For example, he is a transvestite, or a character with a problematic orientation, you know, I am writing a novel of urban supernormal abilities, his identity can be male or female, demon or demon.  This is generally difficult to control when writing.  "

    "you¡­¡­"

    Well, it¡¯s not too much to speculate, but in fact this topic has already ended on the subway, and if you ask a helpless novelist like him to keep pestering him, I¡¯m afraid he will be so angry that he vomits blood.

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    To be honest, in this alley near midnight, Luo Qiao was still feeling guilty.

    Especially his very characteristic dragging footsteps, which sounded rhythmically in the alley, made the alleyway in the night more mysterious.

    Occasionally, when a gust of wind blows, the grove will make a rustling sound, like the scary music in a horror movie.

    The missionary stood on tiptoe, but still couldn't control the sound of his procrastinating footsteps.

    I always felt like a pair of eyes were staring at me from behind. When I turned around suddenly, there was nothing in the alley behind me. When I turned around again, that creepy feeling once again filled my whole body.

    Just so tremblingly, we soon reached the fork of Sunshine Community.

    I remember last night, the street lights at this fork were still very bright.

    But at this time, it was dark again.

    No way!  Is the light out again?

    The row of trash cans on the side of the road still stood in the dark like guards, and a wild cat recklessly rummaged through the overflowing trash for food.

    There was a smell of cat fur in the air, and Rojo sneezed involuntarily.

    Following this loud sneeze, a ray of light seemed to flicker on and then go out in the nearby woods.

    After the ray of light went out, a woman's voice came from the woods.

    "RojoRojo"

    The voice was so weak that Luo Qiao couldn't help but think of the night Liu Meimei was killed. That voice was very similar to this one.

    "Who? Who's over there?"

    When the light of the mobile phone flashlight came on, a figure seemed to move slightly at the edge of the forest.

    The voice sounded again with difficulty.

    "it's me."

    I seem to have heard this voice somewhere before, but I can't remember it for a while.

    It's like Miao Miao, the 28th girl from Aunt Zhang's house in the front yard, and Meng Jiao, the granddaughter of Granny Meng's downstairs who is in middle school. This cute little girl will come to Granny Meng's house to report on weekends.

    Could it be her?

    A bad feeling rose in my heart, could it be that she was held hostage by the faceless man??

    "Little Meng Jiao? Is that you?"

    The female voice sounded again, with a low voice.

    "Sister, come here."

    The group of figures in the woods stretched out their hands and beckoned to Luo Qiao.

    "What are you doing there at night? Hurry up and go home."

    "Cat, there is a kitten, I want to take it back."

    "There are a lot of bacteria on the little wild cat, don't pay attention to it, come out quickly at night."

    "No, I want to take it home, sister, help me catch it."

    Another gust of wind blew by, and with the rustling sound of the leaves, the voice of the little milk cat also echoed.

    "Meng Jiao, listen to my sister, come out, and we'll catch it tomorrow."

    This is a persistent girl, and the shadow still refuses to move half a step at the edge of the woods.

    "No, I'm afraid it will starve to death."

    Alas What a difficult girl to deal with.

    At this time, the problem cannot be solved without using force, catch the cat?  This lifetime is impossible.

    But catching people is Luo Qiao's strong point, and today he wants to kidnap this girl and stay away from this dangerous place.

    Three steps in parallel and ran over in two steps. After stepping over this rain gutter, the girl could be grabbed by one hand, and dragged back.

    The wind stopped, and so did the meowing of the milk cat.

    Following that, Rojo's footsteps also stopped.

    She stood on the edge of the rain gutter, staring at the scene in the woods.

    The light of the mobile phone flashlight was weak, and the trembling half figure of the little girl was hidden behind the jackfruit tree.

    Half of the girl's face glowed with a pale white light.

    Behind her, slowly looming is an increasingly bleak white mask.

    An equally pale hand was pinching the girl's neck.

    "Let her go."

    The wolf stick in the canvas bag was ready to move, and it was impossible to justify not seeing blood this night.

    The masked man didn't make a sound or move, but just stared at Luo Qiao, waiting for her action.

    The girl sobbed in a low voice, her voice full of infinite fear.

    "Sister, help, help me."

    What are you still hesitating at this time, martial arts in the world are nothing but fast.

    What's more, the height of the masked man is not dominant. If he crosses over in such a step, and the anti-wolf stick is quickly and ruthlessly poked on that bastard's heart, everything will be perfect.

    However, the ideal is full and the reality is very skinny.

    The reality is that her short legs did not cross this rainwater ditch as she wished, but fell hard into that ditch.

    When she struggled to get up, she was already the prey in the hands of the faceless man.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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