There was a watchman's cover in the warehouse, and Bao Bo took out the cotton from the pillow, replaced the rag doll's horribly corroded belly with new cotton, and tied the hole with a rubber band, and then cut a hole in the center of the pillow towel and put it into the doll's head. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This simple 'shawl' covered the hole in the back, and Baubor felt that it was not perfect enough, so he found a rope to tie around his waist to hold the shawl in place, and a new primitive man was born.

Yan Zhen couldn't tell the heart to pay attention to anything else, Bao Bo wanted to speak several times but was glared back by him, he didn't have much time, and the task had a word count requirement, he now especially understood Lu Zhi's mood at that time.

Finally finished writing the story, Yan Zhen pondered the last paragraph three times, and finally submitted it.

[The creator of the town's disaster, she has killed her husband who knows her secrets, and as long as she escapes, she can start her life again.] The rain was heavy, and a deadly trap awaited her as she hurried out of town, and like a prey eager to pounce into the arms of death, she fell unmistakably into that uncovered drainage well......]

The sky was dark, the torrential rain had not stopped, the time was already a quarter past seven in the evening, and it had been two hours since Yan Zhen's task was submitted, and the park had not replied to any prompts.

The time came to verify the truth of what Yan Zhen said, and a few thugs pushed Yan Zhen and Bao Bo onto the road out of town.

The rain went down his neck and slid down his back, the soaked shirt was very uncomfortable against his body, Yan Zhen tightened the collar of his jacket, and the freshly mended little 7 was stuffed in front of his chest.

Xiao 7 has saved his life several times, and in his heart it is no longer an unknown alien robot, but a partner he can trust, and he also wants to protect it as much as possible.

There are two roads out of the town, north and south, Yan Zhen walked in the middle of the road, his steps were heavy but firm towards the dark world ahead, Bao Bo behind him was five steps away from him, his eyes were fixed on him, for fear of missing the slightest change in him.

The nervousness made Yan Zhen's heart tremble, and this nervousness had nothing to do with the armed thugs behind him, but because of the results of the mission that the park was about to announce.

A few thugs wore raincoats, flashlights and did not approach them, with the guinea pig and so cautious, Yan Zhen was somewhat surprised.

Walking out of the town, Bao Boxian couldn't help but speak: "Yu Yanyan, what should they do?" Shall we go back and pick them up? ”

Before Yan Zhen's mouth could be opened, two headlights pierced through the rain curtain and galloped from the town, Bao Bo couldn't help but be surprised when he saw it, but the smile didn't last long on his face before it was wet by the rain lifted by the wheels.

The taxi they were familiar with was speeding past Bao Bo's side, and it was pure nonsense to say that the people in the car didn't see anyone outside.

"Huh? What's going on? They're ......."

"Oops!"

Yan Zhen didn't have time to explain to Bao Bo, and even he didn't have time to sort out his chaotic thoughts, but he knew in his heart that he was finished......

Scenes were spinning in his mind like a marquee, the person in the driver's seat of the taxi was Yu Jiajia, she could drive, but she hid it from them.

And when Yan Zhen returned to KTV and wanted to ask the murderer, except for Sister Wang, Yu Jiajia was not in the room, she must be hiding in the bathroom to use the paradise!

Sister Wang strangled her husband to death and fled alone, it seems that she has nothing to do with Yu Jiajia, and it is even very likely that she is under her control, just to divert his attention.

The earth trembled violently and the two of them fell to the ground, and before Bao Bo realized what was happening, the person was already suspended in the air, but fortunately, Yan Zhen grabbed one of his arms, so that Bao Bo, who had fallen into the abyss with half of his body, was able to climb up with his strength.

The whole town sank deep into the ground in the blink of an eye, and there was only a huge pit left on the ground, and the picture that caused a strong visual impact was deeply implanted in Yan Zhen's mind, and he suddenly felt a thrilling heartbeat, but it was not because of the scene in front of him that resembled a disaster blockbuster.

Bao Bo's screams, rain, and explosions could not hide the buzzing in Yan Zhen's mind at this moment......

He wrote the wrong person and killed Sister Wang by mistake!!

The realization was enough to destroy all his sanity, and he wanted to shout or find something to punch and kick, but he was preempted by an emotional Bo.

Bao Bo stood in front of him and shouted hysterically, "I know, it's her!" It's Yu Jiajia, it must be Yu Jiajia, she is a disaster writer! ”

Bao Bo shouted and slapped his head in annoyance, as if he had done something wrong that he would regret for the rest of his life.

When Yan Zhen heard this, he glared at him suddenly: "What did you say?" Disaster writer? Do you know the Disaster Writers? ”

Bao Bo crouched down with his head in his hands, and two meters beside him was a deep pit, and the survivors of the town could no longer be spared, and he seemed to hear the wailing of resentful spirits from underground.

"I, so am I...... No, I mean, I'm a writer in Paradise, but I didn't write about the monsters in the town! Bao Bo tilted his face and eagerly clarified his innocence.

Yan Zhen's lips moved, he didn't speak for a long time, his throat was squeezed by too many questions, and he didn't know which one to ask first.

Bao Bo is a writer, he is a writer!

"Brother Yan, you are also a writer, right, when I was in the warehouse, I wanted to ask you several times, you always asked about the mobile phone, I was a little suspicious, but I was not sure."

"What's your mission?" Yan Zhen finally found his voice.

"Make sure that the disaster in the town does not spread, and that you survive."

"So, you wrote that no one and no monster can leave town?"

"Yes, there are monsters that can only send suicide sound waves once a day, which I also wrote, and it has to keep screaming, no one wants to live!"

"And what about leaving this on a rainy night?"

"I wrote it, but I didn't finish it, and the phone was broken, now that I think about it, it was Yu Jiajia who accidentally hit me, the phone fell down the stairs, and the screen was broken, although it wasn't broken, but I couldn't type."

"You never doubted her?"

"She... She looked quite timid, I thought ......"

Yan Zhen sighed, he had no position to blame Bao Bo, they were all ordinary people, they couldn't read minds, they didn't have superpowers, and they weren't detective Sherlock Holmes.

He now knows why Bao Bo has never used his mobile phone, and it turns out that he can't type after editing the content of the task.

Of the seven surviving writers, there were two writers, and he didn't even guess any of them correctly.

A small town, three writers, one writes about disasters, one creates life, and the other is responsible for sanctioning disaster writers.

If such a plot appeared in the novel, instead of happening in reality and to him, he would definitely applaud.

But now, he's personally involved in the death game, and as the Sanctioner, he's failed to stop the Calamity Writer from escaping, and he's given her a chance to create an even bigger catastrophe that all the survivors in the town have died for his incompetence.