Jack's ancient literary foundation is very good, how good is it, I heard that he was raised in the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty.

When he became human, I persuaded him to find a job to support himself.

He scoffed at this, but he couldn't withstand the threat of running out of food, so he had to compromise.

I felt that his level was more than enough to be a university professor of ancient literature, so I took him to apply.

The recruiter asked, is it a doctor?

No.

Is it a master's degree?

No.

Let's go, this is not for you.

Jack and I were kicked out as soon as we entered the recruitment site.

I had to comfort him that we can bend and stretch, and if we can't go to college, we will learn from it.

A middle school was looking for a Chinese teacher, and this time I felt that it was foolproof and let Jack go by himself.

As soon as Jack entered, the recruiter asked, is it a master's degree?

No.

Is it an undergraduate?

No.

Let's go, this is not for you.

Jack asks if you find a language teacher or a master's degree.

He was answered by a contemptuous laugh.

Enraged, Jack flipped their table, beat them up, and ended up being detained by the police for seven days.

After that, I didn't dare to mention asking him to find a job.

However, after a while, I did not give up, and asked him to write down the articles cited in the middle of the year and show them to a respected expert and professor.

The professor wore reading glasses, looked at every word carefully, and nodded frequently.

Finally, the professor asked me where the original was.

I said that this is not the ink treasure of the ancients, it was written by my friend yesterday.

He didn't believe it, and I couldn't help it, he wanted to take Jack's Mobao back.

However, the professor said that he wanted to study it for a few more days and asked me to come back and pick it up in a few days.

When I went back, I forgot about it because I was so busy.

Later, one day, I accidentally watched the news, and the respected expert professor actually appeared on TV, saying that he had major research results that were enough to change the history of the Ming Dynasty.

Later, an ancient text from the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty is introduced, which is said to be a recent archaeological discovery and has great archaeological value.

I took a closer look, wasn't this the ink treasure I sent to Jack, and even the traces of my eating fritters on it were still clearly preserved.

For a while, Jack was a fan of online games, and often heard the "beep" of a rifle in the middle of the night.

I advised him not to stay up late, staying up late is not good for his health.

He said I know what, life never stops, and the fight never stops.

Your family's battle is to stay up all night fighting Warcraft with a group of people, which is really dedicated.

One day, Jack said that their esports friend was going to have a high-end party, and he had to attend.

I understood what he meant, so I took him to the scene.

I thought it was just a small party, but the meeting place was located on the top floor of a well-known five-star hotel, and the comings and goings were all subject to identity authentication.

What I didn't expect was that Jack's status was so high, and it seemed that he ranked first in the overall score, which was very good for me.

However, it was me who was the most in the limelight at the whole party, because Jack gave me his game account, and I became a rare rising star in the esports world, and God knows, I didn't even play the second level of the simplest snake.

I was ashamed of it, my face was very stiff all night, and what I was most afraid of was that they would ask me to perform game stunts on the spot, so I was really ugly.

What's even worse is that there are so many handsome guys playing games, and they surround me, discussing with me all night how to fight as a team in the future, and vaguely suggesting whether they can go to eat alone, watch movies, and discuss the possibility of future development by the way.

When I got home, I was satisfied with Jack's new computer, with the latest settings and the fastest speed, enough for him

Stand out from the crowd.

However, for days, Jack did not touch the computer.

I asked him why, he said angrily, in the past, he was fighting with a group of beautiful cuties, he charged ahead, and the beautiful eyebrows waved their flags and shouted behind them, which gave him a sense of accomplishment, but now, a group of rough old men surrounded him, this one said that he wanted him to help fight monsters, that said he wanted him to help pick up equipment, and there were even more strange ones, to form a chivalrous couple with him, galloping the rivers and lakes, but it disgusted him.

There is an old man who has become popular, has been silently looking for a wife for ten years, traveled to dozens of cities, and worn out hundreds of pairs of rubber shoes.

The leader asked me to go to the interview, and I burst into tears during the interview, which was really touching, and I can say that I finally believe in love.

The old man was very enthusiastic to me, and insisted on giving me the handicrafts he made, and he was a little man with a straw tie, with two braids and a flower skirt.

I gladly accepted it and said that I would definitely treasure it.

When I got home, I spent the night writing a press release, and the sound of typing annoyed Jack, who was playing the game, to come over and see what I had written.

Suddenly, he said that the old man's wife must have been killed by him.

I said what nonsense are you talking about, this old man is looking for a wife for ten years, not killing his wife for ten years.

He said with a hippie smile, I'm just talking nonsense, aren't you journalists all talking nonsense?

I kicked him away in a fit of rage.

Suddenly, he picked up the little man tied in the grass and thought about it deeply.

In the end, he said to me very seriously, Qin Momo, you are in trouble, when you go again tomorrow, you had better check the old man's house inside and outside to see if there are any corpses and bones or something.

I was horrified and asked him why he said that.

He said intuitively, of course.

I think Jack is starting to talk nonsense again.

The next day, when I went to the old man's house again, he was still very enthusiastic and wanted to stew a pot of soft-shelled turtle for me to replenish my brain.

I was honestly frightened, wandering around his house, remembering Jack's words, and opening his closet to check.

The wardrobe was empty.

I knew that Jack was making it up out of thin air.

I looked under the bed again, and it was so dark that I couldn't see what it was.

I wanted to see more clearly, and I put my whole head under the bed, and suddenly I heard a mysterious voice, what are you doing?

I was startled and immediately got a bag on my head, which hit the edge of the bed.

The old man looked at me very seriously.

I'm scared that it's not going to be to help them clean up under someone's bed.

I began to weave in my mind what seemed to be a plausible reason, but before I could weave one, the old man took a shovel and knocked me unconscious.

When I woke up again, I was tied up in an abandoned old warehouse, surrounded by cobwebs and rats crawling around, and the environment was terrible.

The old man finally showed a sinister face, and it seemed that this was his most true face, because he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Say, how do you know?

I know something, do you want to give me a hint.

He took out a silk scarf and tied it around my neck, giving me goosebumps gently.

Then, my goosebumps got even more, and the silk scarf tightened into my neck, preventing me from breathing smoothly.

Say, how do you know? The old man then asked, and the loud voice shook my eardrums.

I know what he's asking, but I can't say it now, my neck is about to be broken.

Just when I was about to die, the door suddenly opened, and a white shadow floated in, what the hell, I'm dying, what are you doing here? After a while, we will be of the same kind.

The turn of events was beyond my imagination, the old man seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and he went over to grab the hand of the white shadow in a daze, and then walked out of the door together.

For the rest of my life, my coughing lungs are coming out.

Then, I saw Jack, holding a DV, shooting 360 degrees around me.

I scolded angrily, didn't you see that I was still tied?

From Jack's mouth, I learned the whole truth.

Ten years ago, the old man thought he was being cuckolded, so he killed his wife with the courage of alcohol. In order to create a false impression to the world that his wife is still alive, the most important thing is to let the police know that his wife is just missing, not dead, he carried his wife's bones to find his wife for ten years, and the newspapers and media rushed to report it, so that the old man began to hallucinate, feeling that the murderer was too far away from him, and he was just a model of love who was silently looking for his wife, not a fugitive hiding after the murder.

If I hadn't been bewitched by Jack, I would have had to go under someone's bed to check it out, and I wouldn't have shattered his dream.

Speaking of which, I'm really guilty.

I asked who the white shadow was, and why did he let the old man follow him willingly?

Jack said that it was an actor he hired, and what he was best at was playing all kinds of female ghosts, female corpses or something.

I asked Jack how he found out that the old man had a problem, or if the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, and it was pure gambling and luck?

He said that the little man who was tied in the grass looked at the shadowy measurements, so he made a bold guess.

Really, I'm going to believe that Jack's mouth is sick.

Afterwards, knowing the truth, I drove Jack to the road and slept for three days and three nights.

It turned out that he participated in a thriller suspense club, the club stipulates that everyone must submit a vote, which means that a thriller video must be recorded, if you vote, you can participate in the activities of this club, Jack has not been able to find inspiration, until I met me to write a report about the old man, so I made up a mouth cannon, the terrible thing is that I actually believed, and what is even more terrible is that the true face of the old man really meets the theme of the thriller suspense and supernatural.

In my job, I often have to interview some celebrities, and the outside world looks beautiful, but who knows that many of these celebrities have two faces, and we often have to deal with faces that are not human.

There is a new star who has two Tibetan mastiffs, and whoever wants to interview her must pass the test of her family's Tibetan mastiff.

The so-called test is to let your flesh and blood and the majestic body of the Tibetan mastiff, sharp teeth for a collision, in short, is to test your guts, if you see these two Tibetan mastiffs pounce on you at the moment, do not close your eyes, two trembling, and pee your pants and other behaviors, that is the test passed.

Our leaders sent a few strong men in a row, all of whom came back with their pants wet.