There weren't many people in the store at this time, and I had four tables in total.

The couple and their two children, an old man, all upstairs residents, and three young men in courier suits, also familiar faces.

I smiled and said hello to them in turn, and then I found a place to sit by the door.

Within a few minutes, Ah Shui brought me the food.

"Brother Wen, the boss asked you to finish the soup."

Putting the food on the table, Ah Shui passed a word for his father and went to clean up the table again.

I looked at the food on the table, the plum cabbage and pork rice, and a bowl of old turkey soup.

I have to say that my father's craftsmanship is really good, even if I eat it for more than 20 years, I still can't get tired of it.

After finishing my lunch and drinking a bowl of old turkey soup, I burped, wiped my mouth, got up and said to my father in the kitchen, and got ready to go back to the stage.

"Stinky boy, come back early in the evening, and make your favorite taro cake tonight."

Before I could get out of the door, my father's shout came from the kitchen.

"Okay, got it." I turned my head to respond.

And when I turned around again and was about to walk out of the store, a speeding bicycle suddenly passed by the door, and I could see that it was a man in a black hoodie who was riding the bicycle, very close, and almost crashed, and I was so surprised that I hurriedly took a few steps back.

"I'll go, are you a bicycle or a Maybach, hurry to your own grave?"

My temper suddenly came up, and I walked out of the store in three or two steps and scolded in the direction of the man's ride, but when I finished scolding, I realized that there was no cyclist on this road.

"Damn, it's really a rocket, it's gone so soon."

After looking at the time, it was a little late, so I hurried to the side of the road and took a taxi to Taili.

By the time I got out of the car, it was already 13:50, and the sun was fierce overhead, and it looked extraordinarily big.

I rushed into the building, and when I got to the hall, I saw an elevator about to close, and I immediately rushed forward and pressed the button.

"Ding~"

With a crisp sound, the elevator door that was about to close opened again, and I quickly ran in and pressed the button on the 7th floor.

In addition to me, there was a man in black in the elevator, with a hood on his head, and his face could not be seen clearly, standing in the corner of the elevator.

Seeing this outfit, I immediately thought of the man who was racing on a bicycle and almost hit me just now, and I couldn't help but squint at him.

As if feeling my gaze, the man suddenly turned his head and grinned at me, and then I could roughly see his appearance, in his twenties, he looked very handsome, just the kind of person in the TV series who looked decent at a glance, but his face was a little pale, and his smile felt a little evil, and there was an indescribable disobedience.

I've never met this person, and it shouldn't be from the stage.

Seeing him smile at me, I was a little embarrassed, I don't know if he was spotted by his stare just now, so I smiled at him too, and then turned my head and didn't look at him again.

Soon, the elevator was on the 7th floor, and when I stepped out of the elevator, the man was still there and not moving.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no buttons on other floors except for the 7th floor I pressed just now, and after a while, I couldn't remember what the man looked like.

I quickly turned around to look at the man again, but the elevator door was closed by the moment. The screen on the door showed that the elevator was running downward again.

"It's weird."

I whispered and walked to the front desk, and as soon as I punched my card, a woman's voice came from behind me.

"Brother Ye Wen, you are stuck again, wait for you for a long time, come and get the manuscript to sign, the meeting will start soon!"

When I looked back, it was my program editor, Lin Xiaowan, a young girl who had just graduated from college, with long hair, who looked as small and gentle as her name, and who was smiling at everyone. Right now, he's waving at me with a bunch of manuscripts.

Somehow, looking at Lin Xiaowan waving her hand, I suddenly felt a chill rise, and I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, I always felt that this scene was a little familiar.

"Brother Ye Wen, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that I didn't react, Lin Xiaowan came over with the manuscript and patted me.

"Oh, it's okay, give me the manuscript."

When I came back to my senses, I took the manuscript in her hand and roughly flipped through it, which is some of the processes and stories to be told in tonight's show. I flipped to the last page, signed my name to the person who received the manuscript, and then pulled out the page and handed it to her.

Just as I was about to return to my seat to read the manuscript, Lin Xiaowan suddenly stopped me again.

"Brother Ye Wen, it's only the 27th today, why did you sign the 28th?"

"Huh? Number 27? ”

I took the piece of paper and looked at it, and the date written on it was indeed October 28, and then I took out my phone and saw that the date displayed was October 27.

"Well, I'm sorry, maybe I didn't have a good rest yesterday, and I'm always confused today."

I crossed out my previous signature, re-signed it below, corrected the date to October 27, and handed it back to her.

"Okay, then you read today's draft first, and the meeting will be held in half an hour, and we will discuss it when there is a problem."

Lin Xiaowan took the paper with a smile and returned to her workstation.

I took the manuscript to the pantry and made a cup of tea, and then returned to my place to look through the manuscript for the evening.

The story is about a migrant worker named Chen Xi, who accidentally picked up a winning lottery ticket at the scene of a falling accident, and finally lost his life because of this lottery ticket.

is still a vulgar plot, dressed in the cloak of the workplace to increase the sense of substitution, plus a series of horror renderings to attract listeners, and finally warns everyone not to be greedy in the sublimation theme, which can be described as a standard horror story template.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and I always felt that this plot seemed familiar.

"Where have you seen it?"

I went back and read it again, but I still couldn't remember where I read it, thinking that it was probably a similar story, so I ignored it.