I ate my own attack by mistake

I don't know who spread the news about Chu Yang's kidnapping. Maybe it was inadvertently learned of by the residents living near the county government office, or maybe it was the gangster himself as a means of provocation.

None of these are important things.The important thing is, judging from the fact that the man passed the note, his goal has obviously been achieved.

In just one night, the news that Chuyang's whereabouts were unknown and his life and death were unknown spread throughout Qingning. It is no exaggeration to say that it was as fast as snowflakes drifting into the house.

In the early morning of the second day after the incident, a large number of people gathered at the gate of the county government.

Different from the usual indignation, these people just stood there silently, in a blur.

Even though they didn't say a word, it was like a black cloud over the entire county government office.

This is the power of silence.

It was under such circumstances that Shen Jue came to Ruyifang.

But Lin Miao shook his head at the scary place with the plaque, and pulled Shen Yu straight to Huifeng Restaurant.

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After all, the spices here are too terrible.If such an embarrassment happened again, he promised himself that he would go crazy.

There was a suspicious-looking sack in a corner of the dark and damp back room, and it seemed that there was a living thing in it, which could basically be judged from the whining sound.

In addition to the whistling wind, there seemed to be some kind of small animal's cry, and the sound was getting closer and clearer.

And the sack was trembling violently.

A moment later, a suppressed and crazy muffled sound seemed to break through the sky.

On the way to Huifeng Tea House, Lin Miao went through the above description back and forth in his mind. Later, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. After all, there are stories about kidnapping, and those writers wrote them in this way.

Thinking of this, Lin Miao inevitably thought of Chu Yang.He still carried the stamped booklet with him, but when he looked at it again, he couldn't feel the same as before.

"Okay, don't think too much about it. When I see Chuyang, the truth will come to light."

Shen Yu silently closed the pages of the book and went to touch Uncle Mao's head, but when he avoided him, he just smiled lightly.

This is a private room in Huifeng Tea House. It is clean, bright, and warm as spring. It has nothing to do with the horror world in Lin Miao's fantasy.

Tables, chairs, and benches are all available in the private room. On the table, there are pastries and tea. At this time, the tea soup is probably just boiling and steaming.

"You should also go to the plum appreciation banquet that day."

After these words, the hand that was originally reaching for the tea soup paused.He was obviously taken aback, but he quickly reacted.

"Yes."

After that, he continued to busy himself with the matter at hand, although his face did not change, but in fact he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They have been here for nearly ten days in a row, and the other party's questions before were almost all nonsense, but now, he seems to have found a breakthrough, and this is exactly what he wants.

The two people were sitting face to face on both sides of the table, but one was free with hands and feet, while the other was tied to the chair.

After receiving the affirmative answer, the tied person's expression became more angry, and his face, which can be called handsome, was a little distorted. From this familiar face, it can be judged that this person is none other than "Jiang Ming" "The author of the series, Chu Yang himself is undoubtedly.

And the person opposite him was obviously a gangster, a man of unremarkable appearance, dressed as a scholar, the kind that he couldn't find in the crowd for half an hour.

"Before, after the first two cases happened, the people in the government suspected me. The plum appreciation feast was a temptation. So do you think I've been missing for so long now, and they will remain silent?"

After this person asked him to write down the note about the location of the exposure, Chu Yang knew that this matter could not be done well anyway.He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just subconsciously repeated what he said many times before, and this time, he knew it very well, and it was just a bluff.

When it comes to the plum blossom banquet, book fans and Qianqian, he has a terrible intuition in his heart.Not to mention confirming it, just thinking about it made him feel cold all over, as if he was about to fall into the abyss in the next moment.

After Chu Yang finished speaking, he stared at the man opposite him every move.It is obviously unrealistic to expect a look of fear.

The man just pretended to make a trembling movement, and then continued to pour tea slowly.

"Miss Qianqian is your confidante. It's no secret in Ruyifang, even in Qingning. Her family background was originally very clean, but she had to live in such a filthy place. At this time, you But here it is, it's a good story about a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman envying others, but during a small chat, you accidentally learned the secret that Miss Qianqian was banned and insulted by those masters before."

"As her admirer, how could a proud and talented scholar swallow this breath. And you are the one who writes this kind of story, and you can make Qing Ning a sensation with just one book. It is enough to prove that you have meticulous thinking and talent for killing. So you used the first story in your book to end three fresh lives without anyone noticing on a snowy night."

"No...it's not like that!" Chu Yang cut off his words almost immediately, but the next moment his jaw was tightly pinched, with such force that it seemed as if his bones were about to be crushed.

The severe pain of being imprisoned but unable to escape almost drove people crazy, and Chu Yang couldn't help but shed tears.

At this time, the man sneered and withdrew his hand.

"No matter right or wrong, as long as you have a pen, isn't right and wrong in your hands? It's just a stroke of paper, and you can control the fate of everyone in your pen. It's been a few years since I wrote a storybook. Think about it like this The pleasure has become a part of your life."

"In this case, once the person who writes the pen is changed, it may be a pleasure to enjoy the feeling of being dominated. A well-known talent may not have thought that when he also becomes a person who is arranged, he will fall into what kind of situation. situation."

At first, it was only light words, but later it was mixed with strong personal emotions.The young man coughed violently at first, almost coughing up tears.

He took a sip of tea to cover up the uncomfortable feeling, but his eyes drifted to the door from time to time.

Looking at the terrified and desperate expression on Chuyang's face, he seemed to feel the pleasure of being a creator.

That's a feeling that can be had at will, especially with such hopeless scum.

"Actually, I can tell the truth to the government. In fact, the lies I made up are full of loopholes, as long as you admit what you have done in front of everyone in Qingning."

"That's the thing."

He leaned close to Chuyang's ear, his tone almost murmured, but the latter's expression turned serious, and then his face turned ashen.

He seemed to understand why the gangster brought him to Huifeng Restaurant.

Here, everything about him may be destroyed.

The author has something to say:

There is only one reason that can make my Double Eleven heart still: poverty