In a remote farmhouse courtyard in Longsha Town, Zhang Chu is sitting in the shade of a tree blowing a cool breeze, which is much more comfortable than air conditioning.

On the side, the chubby orange cat glanced at Zhang Chu, this guy's crackling keyboard sound affected Meow's sleep very much!

It has a cute name called Beibei, but in Zhang Chu's opinion, it is not cute at all, Beibei always relies on Mrs. Lin's favor, and becomes the emperor at home, and acts as a powerful blessing all day long.

Bei Bei was lying under the jujube tree at this time, and it pretended to be a fierce meow and meowed twice, as if accusing Zhang Chu of disturbing his dreams, and the good times were tossed by the sound of typing.

"This Qin Mu is still unrelenting, where is he teaching me to write a mystery novel? It's obviously a slap in the face!"

Just now, Qin Mu posted a long Weibo again, "Recently, many new readers have joined in mystery novels, but most people don't know much about reasoning. At the same time, there are very few writers who start writing without knowing anything about reasoning. This is a very irresponsible performance to readers.,Today I deliberately sorted out the relevant knowledge of mystery novels.,A little science popularization with you.。 At the same time, it also teaches young writers how to write reasoning. @张楚记得一定要看完全文, this is a huge help in your writing!"

On the surface, it seems that this is to popularize science for readers and promote younger generations at the same time, but anyone can see the ridicule.

No one thinks there's anything wrong with this, it's a matter of course for seniors to guide juniors, and the comments below are basically saying that Qin Mu teaches a series of people.

Zhang Chu rolled his eyes, and he wrote on his Weibo: "The famous philosopher Nicholas Zhao Si once said a classic sentence: Your brain has two parts. The left has nothing right, and the right has nothing left. ”

Originally, he didn't want to be too aggressive, but the other party refused to put it down, openly provocatively tweeted, and even @ himself, of course Zhang Chu wanted to fight back sharply.

Many netizens who pay attention to his Weibo blog actually did not read his works, but were keen on the poisonous sentences he wrote, which seemed to be much more interesting than the jokes.

Sure enough, there are new sentences popping up now, and even in both Chinese and English.

"Give Lao Tie 666 in a row, it's amazing, it turns out that English is as broad and profound as Chinese!"

"Meng Xin weakly asked, who is Nicholas Zhao Si? Where did the philosopher come out?"

"The dignified Asian dance king, the first of the four heavenly kings in the Northeast. ”

"Zhang Chu, this is really a divine sentence, even if I return all my English to the teacher, I can still get points. ”

"Tell the truth, you'll be beaten. ”

"The second-in-command of the number and letter worlds? Is it the legendary 2B?"

"This hangs and bombs God, Divine Sentence 2333"

"Talented, call Zhang Chu desperately!"

"It's fun to understand the English pun, but the meaning is ineffable. ”

Zhang Chu let out a vicious breath, but the most important thing now is to come up with works, saying on the Internet that these are all trivialities, and only by coming up with excellent works can Qin Mu's mouth be blocked!

……

"Good grandson, you help grandma go and bring back those two sheep, rheumatism is done again today. ”

Mrs. Lin walked from the house to the courtyard, and she hammered her knee with her hand, which hurt a lot when she walked.

Zhang Chu hurriedly stood up, helped Mrs. Lin to the chair and sat down, and he promised repeatedly: "Okay, where are the two sheep?"

He had almost no experience in herding sheep, but seeing his grandmother so uncomfortable, it was naturally impossible for her to be tired.

"Your grandfather called and said they were in the grass to the east, tied to the trees with ropes. Our sheep are very obedient, fattened for the Chinese New Year and slaughtered to eat really fresh mutton. ”

"Okay, you can rest well, and I'll be back in a while. ”

After Zhang Chu took his mobile phone, he walked out of the courtyard, thinking that he was a top student in the college entrance examination, and he turned into a sheep herding baby, which was really enough.

And Mrs. Lin sat on the chair and had nothing to do, she looked at the orange cat on the railing not far away, and shouted, "Beibei, come here." ”

However, Bei Bei ignored her at all, and licked the small flesh pads and hair on her paws with her tongue, then closed her eyes again and slept with her front paws in her hands.

Mrs. Lin became idle, she looked at the laptop in front of her, "This kid, why is the computer just outside, what if it rains or is dropped by Beibei." ”

After saying that, she wanted to move the computer back to the house, but now there was a lot of text on the computer screen.

Mrs. Lin knew that her grandson had developed a side career as a writer, so she could just see what she was writing.

She put on her reading glasses and bent down to take a serious look.

[2008.

The humid and muggy weather has lasted for nearly half a month. It was noon, and the road was empty, except for the occasional car speeding by, kicking up dust and hot air that choked into the lungs.

Yudu Malatang is very lively, and in the narrow hall, several greasy tables are full of people. Most of the diners' backs are soaked with sweat, but it does not affect their preference for Malatang, and the sound of snoring and swallowing comes and goes

……

"You don't need a pen and water. A smile appeared on the face of the man in black again. He stood up and pressed the other man's weak left wrist, and there was already a cold and glistening scalpel in his hand.

Just a little bit. After a brief sting, he heard a hissing sound similar to a burst pipe.

Blood splattered out, and he let out a scream, instinctively reaching out his right hand to hold down the wound.

However, even though the chain on his right wrist was straight, there was still half a distance between his hands.

"Don't move, don't move. The man in black reluctantly repositioned the small plastic bucket, "Don't waste your ink. ”

The spurted blood landed in the bucket with a snapping sound.

The man in black pressed him as he was still struggling, shoved the pen back into his hand, and motioned for him to dip the blood in the bucket to write.

He finally burst into tears, and as he wept, he fell to the ground and trembled to write down the answer to the first question. The bright red number "45" is particularly glaring on the white paper. 】

At the front, these looked very lively, but at the back, the cold sweat on Mrs. Lin's forehead broke out.

Is his grandson a pervert?

What kind of novel is this, how is it that a man in black locked a student in the classroom and asked him to answer questions at the beginning?

Mrs. Lin doesn't look old, but she watches TV every day and understands all kinds of phenomena in society.

Zhang Chu's article doesn't seem to be finished yet, but it feels a little scary, just now she was still writing about students doing math problems, and she died below, and the description was so specific that her old heart almost stopped!

"No, I'll have to call and ask. ”

Mrs. Lin took out her old man's machine, slowly found the phone number of her daughter-in-law Chu Lan, and then dialed it.

"I said, kid, how the hell do you educate your kids? I just looked at what he wrote on his computer, and it's scary. Do you think he's a serial killer, should we turn himself in?"

Chu Lan was mopping the floor, she put the mop aside, and she didn't understand what the old lady meant, "Mom, slow down, what's going on!"

Mrs. Lin sighed, "Isn't this Zhang Chu writing a lot of words? I just happened to have nothing to do and looked at it, but it turned out that it was all about crimes, and it was written very specifically." You say that a good child, how can he know these things. Is he 18 years old? This must have been what he saw at school, or someone else would have done it to him!"

Cutting someone else's wrist and letting him dip it in blood to do math problems, Mrs. Lin was so anxious that she was incoherent.

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