There are only two chapters tonight, and the last five hundred words are written out word by word in an hour. The madman feels like he can't write anymore.

So I'm sorry! The madman broke his word today.

Maniacs live in rental houses. In the early hours of the morning, the young couple next door came back from the night shift. The two quarreled about who cared about the money after the husband's salary was paid. As a result, the madman didn't really fall asleep until after five o'clock. I got up at half past seven and went out, because I had some trouble in the middle, and I didn't rush back until four o'clock in the afternoon. No time to take a nap. Now the madman's brain must be as hot as the freshly baked tofu flower!

Not to explain, the madman is just trying to say: now the madman must take a bath and sleep.

Tomorrow five watches. If you lose your trust again, the crazy man will live broadcast the women's clothes and cut the chicken!

This chapter proves it!

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