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Jiang Hu still remembers it to this day. His eyes were red with hatred. The man knelt down in front of him and kowtowed continuously. He could not afford to lose his life, nor could he pay back the money.

People say greed is a bad thing, but he just wanted to earn an extra twenty dollars, but ended up losing more.

If his wife's death had nothing to do with him, and if he could be a little less conscience-free, Jiang Hu felt that he might be able to choose to continue living after being depressed for a while.

There is no one in the world who can't live without anyone else, right?

But his wife was worried about him getting wet in the rain, so she looked at the time and felt the night sky, wanting to hold an umbrella for him. But he was distracted and tempted for a moment, and he didn't answer her call. When he called again, the call was no longer connected.

He was sitting in the car on his way home, with the lingering smell of perfume on his body. He passed by his wife's ambulance. The sound of the siren made him lose consciousness for a moment. He looked through the crowd and saw a large patch of blood on the congested road, which was being expanded by the rain.

He didn't know it was his wife's blood.

……

He could not live. Many people around him benefited from his kindness and praised him for his righteousness, but the good he did did not benefit his wife and children. He only distracted his mind for a moment, and thus fell into an irreversible abyss.

Before his consciousness faded, Jiang Hu thought that he didn't know who was responsible for the current situation. He only knew that he had died twice. Once he was hanging on the beam of the house, swaying in the air, and became a hanged ghost who could not stand on the ground.

Once it fell to the ground, it became a corpse that no one could be sorry for...】

Li Wenshu was writing very enthusiastically, and the system was sitting on top of her head and crying loudly.

Crying so hard.

As soon as Li Wenshu stopped to rest, it grabbed Li Wenshu's hair and said, "Bad host! Bad host! Why did you write Jiang Hu to death? Why!"

"I hate you! Ugh."

Li Wenshu pulled it directly out of his hair and threw it away.

The system ran back wiping its tears and continued to nestle on top of Li Wenshu's head.

—

Liuxing waited for the update as usual. He had already figured out Li Wenshu's update time. The time was irregular on weekends, but it was fixed at around 10 pm from Monday to Friday.

Sometimes a little later, around eleven o'clock.

But it will definitely be updated before twelve o'clock.

Maybe it's because he has to work on weekdays and can only rest on weekends. Thinking about this, I feel a little sorry for the great author, as he has to update so many words after work.

He must give more rewards to the great writer so that she can strive to achieve financial freedom by writing novels, so that she doesn't need to work.

As soon as the update arrived, Liuxing clicked on it without stopping.

The plot at the beginning was normal, and it completed the finishing work of the previous copy. The author left a suspense at the end as usual, and the protagonist and supporting characters entered the next copy together.

Every time the copy is replaced, readers will look forward to the content of the next copy.

Because the book "Death Train" covers a wide range of content. Although the main tone of the novel is suspense and horror, the content of each carriage is varied and involves many topics, which are so imaginative that people can't even imagine it.

Some readers even pointed out that the industry knowledge involved in the novel was very professional and even inspired them, as if the author had also worked in this industry.

Moreover, she did not apply professional knowledge mechanically, but made it her own, organized it in her own language, and incorporated it into her novels. Through the fun of the novels, she softened the rigidity of the professional knowledge.

Even people who don't know much about it can understand some of it.

This is much more than what you can learn from some professional textbooks. After all, many people cannot get into textbooks and famous works, but can get into novels because they are interesting, have low barriers to entry, and are easy to understand.

This is also the first time I’ve read a novel like Meteor, and I can’t think of any words to describe it.

After finishing the novels I have read before, I can roughly give them a fixed label in my mind.

But it is really hard to describe the book "Death Train". I feel that any label applied to it would be too simplistic, just like the personalities of the protagonist and supporting characters are hard to summarize in one sentence.

Everyone has good and evil sides to their humanity, and they cannot even be simply divided into good and bad people.

Meteor slid the mouse slowly and suddenly stopped.

Wait, what did he see?

Jiang Hu? Betrayal?

He took a deep breath and widened his eyes in disbelief. If he hadn't been too close to see the words, he would have pressed his entire body against the screen.

If Liuxing were asked to choose the supporting character who is least likely to betray the protagonist, he would definitely vote for Jiang Hu.

After all, even in this environment where everyone will do anything to survive, he still maintains his original intention, protects the weak, sticks to the bottom line, and acts like a normal person.

Whenever he encountered problems, he would immediately protect Cheng Nan and others behind him and make himself the front meat shield.

Even though he knew that those who survived to this carriage were not weak people, he still regarded protecting his companions as one of his responsibilities.

Do you think such a person would betray his companions and choose to chop his friends with a knife? ? ?

He is one of the few people in the whole book who can be called a "good person".

Liu Xing opened his eyes wide. He didn't dare to miss any of the following plot and watched every word of it.

Where exactly does the problem lie?

As the plot deepened, Meteor's eyes gradually widened, began to be filled with mist, and tears gathered, and then with the first sob, tears burst out.

He was reluctant to take the time to look for tissues, so he just wiped his nose with his hands, causing his nose to run.

There is really no other way.

Liuxing got up and went to the next workstation to get a pack of tissues.

A minute later, Meteor's heart-wrenching cries were heard from the empty office.

His workstation was littered with papers that he had wiped with his sobs, crumpled up and piled up.

Meteor had never cried like this in his entire life. His tears rushed out of his eyes like a river bursting its dam, and he couldn't stop them.

He couldn't help but quit his reader account and followed other readers in the comment section to express today's grief.

[Pork Ribs! Do you dare to look into my eyes? Who did you say betrayed them? Who?! It could be anyone, why Jiang Hu!]

[Loyal people die because of betrayal. You are good at writing knives.]

[Why do you all feel so strongly about this? I don't feel anything at all. By the way, where is your home address, author? I don't mean anything else. You write so well that I want to send you something.]

[Wait a minute, I'll go to the kitchen to get you some tips. ]

[Pai Gu, I will never treat you as my god again, because you don’t even treat your readers as human beings (smoke) (exhale) (jump down)]

[I left, not taking the stairs or the elevator. Guess how I got down.]

[With the meat shield gone, will the next damage be borne by the super-hero kid? ]

[Sister Nan must have softened her heart a bit, otherwise there wouldn’t be that psychological description.]

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"What do you want me to do?"

Ning Lianyi was a little impatient. It was a rare weekend when she could have a good rest, but she had to be called out at night.

Li Wenshu said strangely: "Why do I feel that your attitude towards me is getting worse and worse? Do you think I am difficult to control?"

Ning Lianyi resisted the urge to roll her eyes, her face looked gloomy, her usual gentle and peaceful demeanor was gone.

No one will be in a good mood if they are being controlled by others.

"Didn't you say that Li Hui was having sex here at 8 o'clock tonight? Let me take a look."