Midnight is best used for bad things.

The time has not yet come, so I wait for the time to be alone.

In the dimly lit room, only the mobile phone screen flickered and flickered, and Jian Zhen's fingers quickly pressed on the miscellaneous straight mobile phone bought for two hundred yuan.

It's funny to say, the QQ of this new application I used was originally used to confess, but I didn't expect to use it here. Jian Zhen couldn't help but laugh. Looking at this QQ number, which is only one level, that sad past instantly filled my heart.

A few weeks ago, Jian Zhen took the QQ number of this new application and added the girl he liked, and then was about to confess after chatting, but what Jian Zhen never expected was that he was deleted in the next minute? For this Jian Zhen is very proud, this is the first time he has a mobile phone since he was a child, look at it for a while and then stuff it into his pocket, this posture is simply handsome, it is also Jian Zhen's dream, and now he has done it.

Of course, at this time, Jian Zhen was doing bad things with this mobile phone, logging in to this newly applied QQ, remembering the QQ number of the original class group Shuiyan, and then taking this to add it, of course - not a confession, but a business opportunity, the business opportunity that Jian Zhen saw.

Fortunately, it didn't take long, and the other party agreed, after all, it was only nine o'clock in the evening, which was not too late.

The verification passed quickly, and Jian Zhen was dumbfounded.

"Hello, who are?" asked Shui Yan first.

What a lonely person, Jian Zhen thought to herself, she hadn't posted a post yet, and the other party actually asked first. It is nothing more than the following possibilities: first, the other party is very idle, second, is using QQ, third, very lonely, need to find a stranger to chat.

"Hello, my name is Death, are you calling me (smile)?" Jian Zhen asked with an evil smile.

"Death?"

"There is a legend in the city that at twelve o'clock in the night, I will appear and accept commissions. ”

"What commission? And this urban legend why haven't I heard of it?"

"Dididi-" QQ messages rang out one after another.

This stinky is really verbose, Jian Zhen thought to herself.

"I'll help you kill, but you'll have to pay the price. ”

"It's scary, it's scary...... (horrible expression), what's your name, and it's not twelve o'clock yet. ”

Wipe-Jian Zhen couldn't help but curse secretly, but he felt that he had been molested?

"What do you do with your ramblings, are there no resentful people?"

"You haven't answered my question yet?"

“......”

The script is not written like this, and according to normal terms, the woman should happily agree, and then say her purpose, the person who resent her. Immediately after that, he can ask for a sky-high price, this is a fraud, but it shouldn't be a big problem to cheat some money, right? Jian Zhen massaged his sore thighs with one hand, thinking that he had walked five kilometers from the town back to the countryside today, which was really miserable.

"You really don't have a grudge?" Jian Zhen asked speechlessly.

"What kind of resentful person? You're really funny! haha (laughing pee)"

"Dididi-"

"Dididi-"

Jian Zhen has no heart to deal with it at all. This woman is really sullen, I guess she is suffocated.

Grass - stealing chickens does not make rice, Jian Zhen threw the mobile phone hard, wrapped the quilt fiercely, and was injured.

"Brother, have you slept?"

"You can't knock on the door next time you come in!"

"Oh!" Jane Eyre stuck out her tongue and quietly exited the door on tiptoe.

"Tuk Tuk-" There was a knock on the door, and there was a knock outside the door, "Brother, are you asleep?"

"Sleep!" Jian Zhen shouted in a not very good mood, "If there is anything, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

"Did you come back from walking today?"

"You—how do you know?" Jian Zhen's eyes widened.

"It's so late, a kilometer, a kilometer, even if you run at full speed, it takes four minutes, not to mention that you don't have that kind of physical strength, hehe—you came back half an hour later than usual, so you must have walked back, and you trotted for a while, and you were almost home, right?" said Jane Eyre.

"Hmph!" Jian Zhen snorted coldly, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

"Fuck off, fuck off!" Jian Zhen said impatiently.

"No, Dad asked me to ask you, how are the books you read?"

"I didn't see it!"

"Then I'll look at it first, then I'll come in! Why don't the lights turn on?

"Get the book out of here!" Jian Zhen waved his hand, turned over, and said angrily.

"Hehe, do you want me to rub it for you?" said Jane Eyre softly with her little hand.

"Let's die!"

"Oh——" Jane Eyre pouted, elongating her tone.

"Actually—brother, you don't have to walk back at all, and even if you don't buy the cassette of that pop song, I won't blame you!" said Jane Eyre with a terrible expression in the next second.

"How can you not do what you promise others? I'm a man!! You little boy knows a fart, go out, close the door, turn off the light!" Jian Zhen covered his head with a quilt and said unceremoniously.