"Then what's the matter, I'm a keyboard warrior and let a big writer send it, and I don't know how to lift it."

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

"Well, I'm nosy."

Since the Liu Meimei incident, the long alley of Chunzi Lane has brightened up a lot under the cover of street lamps, and it seems that you can see the head at a glance.

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

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

"Writer Zhou, it has nothing to do with me how you write your novels, but as the prototype of the yellow hair in your novels, I have something to say."

Zhou Yu didn't answer, just looked at Luo Qiao fixedly, waiting for her next step.

"I think you can write your novel without the character of Huang Mao, such as the pair of wild mandarin ducks in the carriage, they shouldn't mind making a cameo in your novel. So I advise you to change it, otherwise I feel that it is necessary for me to take up the weapon of the law to protect my rights and interests. ”

The sea breeze blew the billboards in the square, and at night, Zhou Yu's face was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Miss Luo, I have two answers to your opinion. First, I don't know if you read my preface before reading my novel, but I specifically stated that this story is pure fiction, and if there are similarities, please do not sit in the opposite number.

Second, Huang Mao, he is a male character, and I don't agree that he is based on you. Therefore, I don't need to or will remove the character of Huang Mao from my novel, and in the later episodes, I also plan to let him pick a major beam and play more scenes.

For example, he's a crossdresser, or he's a character with a problematic orientation, you know, I'm writing an urban paranormal novel, and his identity can be male or female, demon or demon. This is generally difficult to control. ”

"You ......"

Yes, don't speculate for more than half a sentence, in fact, this topic has already ended on the subway, and if he is entangled by such a helpless novelist, I am afraid that he will be so angry that he will vomit blood.

………………

To be honest, in this alleyway that was close to zero o'clock, Luo Qiao was still empty in his heart.

In particular, the very characteristic footsteps of oneself sounded rhythmically in the alley, and the alley in the night was more and more mysterious.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, and the grove rustled, like the mad music of a horror movie.

The mission tiptoed, still unable to control his dragging footsteps.

I always felt like a pair of eyes were staring at me behind me, and when I turned around, there was nothing in the alley behind me, and when I turned around, that kind of terrible feeling hit my whole body again.

Just trembling, it soon arrived at the fork of the Sunshine Community.

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

And at this time, it was dark again.

No way! The lights are broken again?

The row of garbage cans on the side of the road still stood in the shadows like a guard, and a wild cat rummaged through the overflowing garbage for food.

The smell of cat fur wafted through the air, and Luo Qiao involuntarily sneezed.

With this loud sneeze, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the nearby woods that flashed up and down.

As the light faded, a woman's voice came from the woods.

"Rojo...... Rojo ......"

The voice was faint, which made Luo Qiao involuntarily think of the night Liu Meimei was killed, and that voice was extremely 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 woods.

The voice sounded again with difficulty.

"Yes...... I. ”

I don't think I've heard this voice somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

It seems that Miao Miao, the twenty-eighth girl of Aunt Zhang's house in the front yard, and Meng Jiao, the granddaughter of Granny Meng's family 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 her heart, could it be that she was held hostage by a faceless man?

"Little Meng Jiao? Is that you? ”

The female voice rang out again, low in voice.

"Sister, come here."

The figure in the woods reached out and beckoned to Luo Qiao.

"What are you doing there on the big night? Don't hurry out and go home yet. ”

"Cat, there's a little milk kitten, I want to take it back."

"There are a lot of bacteria on the little wild cat, ignore it, and come out at night."

"No, I'm going to take it home, sister, you can catch it for me."

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

"Meng Jiao, listen to my sister, you come out, let's catch it tomorrow."

It was a persistent girl, and the shadow still refused to move at the edge of the woods.

"No, I'm afraid it's starving."

Alas...... What a tough girl to deal with.

At this time, the problem cannot be solved without using force, catch the cat? It's impossible in this life.

But arresting people is Luo Qiao's forte, and he will kidnap this girl and stay away from this dangerous place.

I ran three steps and two steps, and I could grab the girl by stepping through this rain gutter, and drag her back.

The wind stopped, and so did the cat's barking.

Then came Rojo's footsteps.

She stood at the edge of the rain gutter and watched the scene in the woods fixedly.

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

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

Behind her, a white mask slowly loomed and grew more and more dismal.

An equally white hand was clamping the girl's neck.

"Let her go."

The anti-wolf stick in the canvas bag was already ready to move, and it was impossible to say that there was no blood this night.

The masked man didn't say a word, didn't move, just stared at Luo Qiao steadily, waiting for her to act.

The girl sobbed under her breath, her voice filled with infinite fear.

"Sister, help, help me."

What are you hesitating about at this time, the world's martial arts are only fast.

What's more, the height of the masked man is not dominant, if he crosses over in such a step, and the wolf guard stick is quickly and fiercely poked in the heart of that bastard, everything will be too perfect to be perfect.

However, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

The reality is that her little short legs did not cross the rain gutter as she wished, but fell hard into the ditch.

By the time she struggled to get up, she was already the prey of the faceless man.