House of lies

.I'm happy too, but not for the reasons you might think.

Did you know that shiny buildings in that big city lose their color at four o'clock in the morning?I left the same password at the end of the three cases.

...I should be thankful or emotional, I can't seem to think of a better combination.Those are three English poems.I'm not very good at writing poems, so let Zhang just read.Combined with the time of the incident, the case committed at 15 o'clock depends on the fifth word in the first line.

sea ​​breeze

rose

Lipstick

The answer is this.The three key words when you and I met, you handed me a tissue at the beach, you put lipstick on the back of my hand, roses are the only flowers I ever gave you.

The place that is rich in wandering roses is very close to the city where you live, the seaside, and the house is the color of lipstick.I know you can solve it, just like you can solve my cases.

I sat in front of the door and waited.If you don't come, I'll keep waiting.But I know you will come.Lying on the narrow, small wooden platform, I gazed at a light in the doorway.That lamp was a good one, with a glass top and a black wick in the middle, and it glowed brilliantly at the touch of that button.

Yes, some things need to be destroyed to become more radiant and charming.I laughed at the pun and wondered if I could be my password next time.

There were hurried footsteps by the door.

I looked up and it was you.

You are wearing a light pink coat and blue skirt that are not neatly matched, but you are wearing a pair of black boots, and your hair is messy and untied. I raised the corners of my mouth, "You are here."

I sat up, put my hands on my bent knees, and looked at you carefully.Your hands are still shaking, you wear a coat with no pockets, and you wear boots with no socks in sight.

If socks are worn, the holster strap may slip off.I smile at you and feel my eyes curl up.You still don't know how to pretend, showing a defensive look. You have so many colors on your body, but I can only see pure white.

"Come in," I opened the door, "I've made tea for you, it's rose tea."

You have no expression, with a cold look on your face, but you followed me into the door.I walked down a long hallway, and there was a mirror in a little corner of the living room that only I could see, and there was an image of you pulling a gun down your skirt.

I immediately dodged to the right, and the bullets bloomed black flowers on the living room curtains.I leaned against the door in the wall that led to the kitchen.The door frame was cold, and I said, "Don't be so cruel, shoot as soon as you come, don't you want to talk to me?"

Hands fumbled behind the door.

He took out a small gun with a rosewood handle.

I released the restraint with one hand, and then I saw you raise the gun again, aiming at the center of my eyebrows.Between the eyebrows - this is not bad, as long as it is opened properly, it will look good.Although I'm not going to let you kill me now, that would be too bad.

You opened your mouth, and the first sentence you came here was: "I don't want to."

Is it my illusion?Your voice is much hoarse than before.

"Oh," I didn't really care.

I shot behind you and ran to the living room in a little time.

The traces of the bullet extended from the corridor to the living room. It broke the cup of rose tea, and the dark tea flowed out, staining the white tablecloth.I said, "You have to compensate me for dirtying things here."

I smiled, bent back to avoid your attack, gunshots came from the side of the table, I pulled back the curtain with my right hand, panting with my back against the wall, and at the same time I saw you stretch out your hand to cover your eyes because of the strong sunlight, and then I Just one shot.

Due to lack of preparation, the accuracy of the recoil is too low, and in the end it staggered your temple, but when I approached you again, you had passed out.

Not death, not shock, just overwhelmed by the fear of death.

I'll put you upstairs on a big bed.I haven't slept in this bed before, and the unbroken upper and lower layers make people feel unsafe, so I only sleep with a sleeping bag at most.Seeing the head of the bed, I suddenly thought of a good idea to fix your limbs on the bed.

Just a 3 minute thing.

I lined up the lipsticks I collected in the past and stared at your sleeping face.

I remembered that when we traveled together many years ago, you hadn't found out that I would kill people. You were like that at that time, and you still said that you wanted to drink sweet soup.After all these years slipped by, the only thing that seemed constant was the murders.

I looked at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling and smiled wryly.

No, after all these years, I am still the one who has committed the most sins.

Days passed, and you woke up without speaking or fighting, and your eyes lost focus.So I sat on the edge of the bed and told you about the past that I never spoke about.

It's a very clichéd story. If you tell it to the woman shopping for vegetables on the side of the road, she may be in a hurry to leave within 3 minutes.A gambling father and an alcoholic mother, a childhood spent hiding from debts and being hunted down, and an adolescence that was excluded.

I remember the last time I mentioned it was 13 years old, to a social worker, the opening line was "my father is a murderer", and then within 35 minutes and [-] seconds, a bored look appeared on her face.

I remember she picked up the teacup and put it down again, then reached out to check the time on the phone, I stopped talking, and she smiled after a while and said, "Why didn't you say it?"

So seventeen thirty-five, I kept this number in mind and vowed never to be fooled again.Yes, this world is like this. Even if you are just a person who sells the past for free, you have to take care of the audience's feelings, otherwise no one will care.

Maybe it's because I'm not a good storyteller, and no one will ever know that everything in my mind is always with me.I didn't know until much later that all the memories in other people's minds were just blurred shadows. No one would remember that when they were 13 years old when they walked across the street corner, they saw a piece of cloth showing a poorly dressed Hello Kitty on the trash can.

Human memory is most real only when death is engraved.

So their only existence value is death.

Finally one night, I finished the whole story.I fell on the bed, feeling like the smallpox was spinning.fifteen days.This is already my No. 15 days without going out.

"Did you hear that?" I asked hoarsely.

I finally understand why your voice is like that, not because you shouted for too long, but because of despair.

You don't move.

I reached out to touch your face, and slowly outlined your outline.Then, leaning against the pillow beneath you, I hugged your arm in the dark, feeling the silky texture of your pajamas and the little bit of lace sewn into the right pocket of your top.I buried my face deep in it.

The lights are off.

I can't see your expression.

I remember.You just came from a normal family and wanted to be a policeman. You didn't listen to your father's advice, so you broke in like this.You and I are like two extremes, my body has been stained with darkness.

Just like this room.I reached down and touched your hand that was fixed on the bed, unable to move.

This world...the only pure white...

I really want to dye it black, but for some reason I can't.Then I groped in the dark and kissed your soft lips.

Then you move.You lift your hand up, trying to loosen the chain.I let you go and I heard you calling my name.

"I……"

It was an extremely faint sound, and one might miss it if one was not paying attention.

"I like you."

I froze.When you speak, the end of the last word always rises slightly.Then I bowed my head, kissed you, and let go of the lock.All voices are especially clear in the darkness, I can hear your coquettish moans because of your over-sensitivity, and finally an exclamation because of the sweetness of sex.

I am the murderer of a series of bombings, I am a wanted criminal across the country, and I am a killer hunted all over the world.

You are the police, you are a girl from a normal family, and you are the only one who can solve the crime I committed.

you are mine.

I kissed you one last time in the dark and I said, "Me too."

The lips brushed your cheek lightly, it was a dry touch, and I fell into a deep sleep.The dream is like a piece of sweet and soft cotton candy. I close my eyes and don't want to wake up.

The next day, I'm sitting in the living room drinking tea, and you come down the stairs.

You looked at me suspiciously: "You... let me go?"

"Well," I laughed, "today's breakfast is ready, come and sit down."

I poured a double dose of syrup on the baked bread, and the smell of black tea and coffee beans in the restaurant mingled.You sit down to eat your breakfast, the sun streaming through the curtains behind you.I said, "Don't worry, there is no poison, and you can't get too complicated equipment here."

You sigh.Start cutting the bread into neat cubes.

"Do you like candy?"

"Can relieve bitterness."

After breakfast, you sit there and watch what I'm going to do.I was a little speechless, walked to the study and started reading.There are not many books here. For some reason, I always buy books and discard them in some corner.

Well, yes, I remember, there was a book I left at the crime scene.

"What are you looking at?"

I said the title of the book, and you showed a confused expression, as if recalling the distant junior high school days.

After a while, you said: "...It really is a professional."

I closed the book and couldn't help laughing: "You're not bad, police sister."

You protest: "How do you know how old I am?"

"Birthday is June 23th, six months and [-] days younger than me, how about it, do you want to call me sister?"

I even thought we could go on like this.But you know you can't, and so do I.Just one night when I fell asleep, I heard you whisper something in your sleep, and then closed your mouth without saying a word.

you say, "you don't go"

Dreams are usually reversed, and so are sleep talks.

I took a look outside and it was pitch black, and one of the downsides of being abroad is that you live inside, as if you were miles away from anything that was alive.As in the past, I followed my intuition and found that the books in the study were not put away, and the computer showed signs of being hacked.

The intrusion log is the same time you were out of my sight.

But I did nothing.

I smiled and began to feel that my existence was a tragedy.Then turn off the lights and go to bed like the day before.I told myself, let time stay in this moment forever.

Then, as expected, reinforcements arrived.I didn't even fight back, didn't ask why, didn't do anything you guys wanted me to do.I was handcuffed, put on the highest security measures, and taken back to the prison.

If love is a game, then I lose willingly—

Just now, the prison guards didn't even dare to give me an ordinary ballpoint pen. After several twists and turns, a pencil was finally in my hand.I wrote vigorously, so far, I wrote all night.I guess it's dawn, although there are no windows here, but the biological clock tells me that the time has come.

The sun descends on the earth, and the devil falls into hell.

I wonder how long I can live.

will you come to see me

No, forget it, or don't look forward to it.Because that's what the devil is—dark, twisted, and full of despair.

your

Mo Qianjue

The author has something to say: - I finally finished typing this article. At two o'clock in the morning, ah, life, I finished typing without even turning on the fan.

- The author has no evidence at all, let alone the part about the killer, which cannot be verified at all; and about the police|police, I didn’t dare to write in detail, and how did Qianmo chase him?How far have you been promoted?Did he come to find Mo Qian with a gun on his own, or did he really get a warrant?Not at all.I don't think anyone cares about the details, except me.And the space is only so small, I can't take care of that much.Textual research is a long story

-By the way, there is a bug in the keyboard password.There are more and more types of keyboards in the world, and this one is not the only one I have.But the keyboard in Qianmo's hand, Mo Qian has seen her use it, so it is completely feasible to use her keyboard to encode passwords-if you want to say that she may have changed something else, I just want to say that human habits are difficult to change, then Just set Qianmo unchanged.This is a bug.

- If there are readers who can't understand, maybe the keyboard you use is in the order of letters ABC; the one I use is in the order of letters QWE.I remember seeing someone working overtime with that kind of keyboard in a coffee shop == there should be some anyway.The mobile phone party can click on the comment and open the English keyboard to have a look, and leave a comment by the way.

- You should be able to understand it.Right.This code is not very good, I have tried my best... The cerebral cortex was not very active at the time, and it was hypoxic in the middle of the night. Please imagine that the author coded late at night, and suddenly found that he needed to make up a code, and then the range of sight It was pitch black inside, only the computer keyboard was lit up. [Speaking like you can make up a good password without hypoxia [Wait, are you sure this is the password?

☆, "Trapped"

I noticed something was wrong when the car was turning a corner.

This is a bus. Since I just missed the off-duty time, the humans rushing home have already caught the last bus, so the bus is very empty.I sat on the single side, listening to Doudou Candy's "What's It Like to Be Single for a Long Time".The car is very quiet, so the lyrics are particularly clear.

The car turned a corner, and then there seemed to be no one on the road.Then the driver slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road.

But there is neither a station sign nor anyone standing by the side of the road waving desperately. Unless the driver has yin and yang eyes, he has no reason to stop.But even if he has yin and yang eyes, he should at least open the door to let the ghost in, right?

cough.Then when I was thinking about these things, the driver collapsed on the steering wheel, looking like a lifeless doll-if so, then the workmanship of this doll is really bad some.

Then, the car turned off.

The sound of the engine stopping can be heard, although I'm not sure if this is actually the case.Finally, the air conditioner was turned off, and the chirping of bugs above the car became more and more clear.I took off the earphones and looked around, it was fine, there were only three people in the car: me and the driver, and a girl who was still awake but put on makeup.

A question popped into my head: what is it like to be stuck in a bus?

Unfortunately, no one should ask.

I slammed my backpack, fell on my back, and went to negotiate with the corpse.Oh, no, this gentleman should not be dead yet.I patted his shoulder, um, there was no response; I went to feel his pulse, this human hand was sticky, probably because he was sweating from covering the steering wheel for too long.Pulse, not dead; I reached out to lift him up, but he was too heavy for me to lift.

I sighed, looked at the phone in my hand, and thought about whether I should call the police and wait for rescue or find a way by myself.If you smash the windows here, will you be accused of vandalism?These days, there are many defendants.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still used the map in my phone to locate my location, and then made a call.The police said they would send someone, and asked the time, I was going to go back to the original place and continue listening to the song.

Just then, the girl sitting next to her woke up.

She opened her eyes, still a little dazed, but fortunately, the makeup was not messed up.She blinked, her long eyelashes dangling like butterfly wings.The purple hair accessories on her head and the evening dress on her body are a set, and the leather bag she holds in her hand is also very delicate, although I don't know what brand it is.Anyway - to me, it's pretty much the same.

I coughed and said, "Hello." It was like the comments on Zhihu that strike up a conversation.

The girl obviously hasn't figured out the situation yet, but she still replied "Hello". The human looked at me as if looking at an Amira star from the Milky Way.

I briefly explained the situation: "...so, you should wait a while before the police come, you—"

"Hey?"

At this moment, the girl interrupted what I was saying.Her eyes widened in horror, and she asked eagerly, "How long?"

"According to the police, let's estimate the possible deviation of the action, 35 minutes, no more." I took a step back and stood by the bus door.

——Why does this human come to take the bus?Judging by her clothing and behavior, she should have taken a private car, or at least a taxi.Even if I can't distinguish those complicated brand names, I still have basic common sense.

"But... I'm in a hurry!"

"If you're in a hurry, you shouldn't take this bus. Humans know that smaller cars go faster, and this kind of car obviously doesn't meet your requirements for speed, although recently humans have become more and more impatient. "

She stares at me like I'm crazy, and then she asks, "Is there any other way out?"

"Yes, there is, but it's very troublesome."

"It's okay to be troublesome!"

Girl, the person you want to trouble now is me, of course you say it's okay...

Based on the social rules that should be followed between human beings, I restrained my urge to roll my eyes. Five minutes later, I was still wrestling with the escape exit and the handle.

Of course the bus has an escape exit, but it's too troublesome to toss it, and it's impossible for me to leave the driver here; and there may be a group of policemen later, so staying is the most trouble-free solution.

But I have already stood up, according to the social rules of human beings, it is wrong to give up, and because of this, the stagnation of the air in the car will increase by about [-] percent, and cause more than a dozen bad consequences——

This person's face came into my line of sight. Although the brightness was lower than the system's default value, the scene was a little blurry, but I could see that her eyes were red.

Such people are about twice as likely to cry.

"come on!"

"……I heard."

Left hand grip strength: seven;

Right hand grip strength: eleven.

I recalled the tests I did in physical education class, and by the way, even the weak-looking girl in the class had a 22 in the grip strength of her right hand.The sum of my two hands is not worth her one.

It sounds good to be a specialization in the industry, but it sounds bad to be a partial subject.

Then I gave up, threw the handle aside, clapped my hands, and said to the girl, "I'm so sorry, there's only so much I can do, either you come by yourself, or you come with me and wait for help."

I know it's a bit blunt to say this, but I said "I'm really sorry" at the beginning, so it should be within the acceptable range of human beings, right?

"Oh." The girl seemed to accept this fact, she squatted down and picked up the handle, looked carefully, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, I'm sorry."

"Ah."

I judge that this human being is trying to get close to me, so what should I say?

I thought about it, but there was no answer, so I sat on the seat next to me and silently took out my backpack.She patted the skirt, the chiffon material was light and thin, and then she sat next to me.

"Are you a student?"

"Ah."

"Is the exam coming soon?"

"No, the exam is over."

"Then why are you still reading your notes?"

"I didn't do well in the exam, and I'm trying to comfort my empty heart with the illusion that I've worked hard."

There was a moment of silence in the car.I turn over a page of notes.

See, to be honest, that's what happens.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful."

"Thank you." Because I don't like English, I wrote the words so beautifully. I wrote slowly, delaying the time, and reviewing a moment later is a moment.I thought about it, and said, "Your skirt is also pretty."

According to the mode of operation of human beings, as long as she praises the other party, she will start talking endlessly, because she will never be bored by talking about herself.In this way, you can be quiet for a while, and then you just need to respond.If I don't say this sentence, I have a hunch that the other party will continue to ask and keep asking, although she doesn't know me well, so she won't be angry because I don't make a sound, but I don't like it.

It has been a long time since I have had meaningless social communication with humans, but I still remember some rules.

"Really?"

"……if not?"

Wait, why does the painting style seem a bit wrong?

She felt aggrieved and said, "I've been searching for a long time, but I can't find the original shawl."

... What does collocation have to do with being beautiful?

"He said, I've lost his face by dressing like this."

...I always feel that I have encountered something extraordinary.In humanitarian terms, I thought I should be concerned: "Who is he?"

She blushed and looked like she was about to cry.

If the human was crying, her eyeliner might be stained.I thought about it, but the possibility that the other party's eyeliner brand is a famous brand that won't be used is higher than the possibility that she will wear eyeliner because of crying, so I didn't say anything.

But even if she doesn't say it, I know who it is—it's probably her mating partner or someone she thinks might be able to mate with her or something.

In my brain, I can't seem to find a way to deal with this situation.

So I said, "No, that's because he has no taste."

Comforting humans is really a complicated project....

"Really?"

"real."

...What a worthless conversation.I'm going to continue reading my notes, why the police haven't arrived yet.

But she began to talk about her experience with that male human intermittently, probably because she judged that her future life would not have any intersection with me, so she spoke recklessly.

She said she had known that person for a long time.

She said she and that person grew up together.

He also sent her many love letters when she went abroad, she said.

She said that the man began to dislike her for being too stupid and didn't have time to hang out with her.

She said that person was always working, overtime, and refused to reply to her messages.

I silently pass the tissue beside me.I felt like I should say something, but I didn't say anything.

Hey, humans are such complex creatures.

When the situation was almost over, I judged that she should have finished speaking, so I sighed: "Be optimistic, he may be looking for you now."

The reason why a person cries is because the hope value has been adjusted up, corresponding to a natural reaction, so as long as the hope value is relatively raised, she will stop doing this reflexive action.According to the analysis, this sentence is the most suitable.As for sighing, it is because humans will not accept comfort from non-human beings and must show understanding, otherwise the other party will only feel uneasy.

Although I am just an ordinary person.

"How is it possible?" She opened a pair of hazy eyes that seemed to be glistening with water: "He must be angry..."

"What did you do?" I asked.

She pursed her mouth, looking really wronged: "I poured red wine all over him, and then ran out..."

I:……

I began to suspect that this is a car from another world, and it brought the protagonist from another dimension to my eyes.If it's the main character, then...

I shook my head, dismissing the possibility.

"WeChat?"

"I didn't dare to open it, maybe he will break up with me when I get home."

Girl, excessive brain supplementation is a disease, and it needs to be cured.

We were quiet for a while, and then the police arrived.He pried open the car door, carried the driver into the ambulance, and finally came out of the police station with the girl, helped her get a taxi, and planned to send her to the door of the house before going back.

This girl has a small frame, I thought about it, took off my blue coat, put it on her shoulders, and was pulling out one sleeve when she suddenly raised her head, and we met each other's eyes.

"Thank you," she said, looking down at her toes, her voice was small, unlike the grown-ups in my impression.

When I was very young, I thought adults were like my father, wearing a pair of glasses, reading a book in the living room, and would smile gently and answer my questions well.

"You're welcome." I said, following the social rules of the human world.

App-hailed rides arrive quickly.Before she got into the car, she seemed to want to say something to me, but I closed the door before her, stepped back, and watched the car drive in another strange direction.Then, I turned the corner, looking for another car to go home.

I put the earphones back on, and the song was still playing, just in time to sing the line "I want to write a long letter, address it no one knows, and send it to a name that never existed".I got on the bus, tapped my card, found a single seat, and sat down.

- Hey, I'm still stuck here and can't escape.

The author has something to say: - Gentlemen, I like mechanical personalities!

-It is indeed repeated.But my next article is really suitable for reading together, so I will add it for the time being.

☆、《A mobile phone that can only be used for 10 minutes》

Hello everyone, I am one of the participants in this game.After reading this report titled "The Impact of Electronic Technology Development on Society", I would like to ask you to take a moment to read this postscript.Postscript I have already applied to the TV station and will release it to the public through the Internet.

About half a year ago, my mobile phone began to have problems-it seemed that due to excessive use, the uncontrollable power of the phone began to increase, in other words, it consumed more power.But I don't have time to fix my phone because I'm preparing for midterm exams.

Because it doesn't break all the time, but sometimes it doesn't break, I didn't care too much, and then signed up for the audition for this competition.As you all know, I made it through that race and ended up even being the top contender standing here.But... after participating in the audition, an accident happened.

Its power began to change irregularly.

"""

The world doesn't bully you, it just ignores you.

Eleven took another look at the report in his hand, put it back in his backpack, and headed backstage.It's a game that pays off in six figures if you win it.And she is one of the participants in the final.

The report on the Internet has been released, and the number of hits and retweets are increasing.

Eleven glanced at the popular comments for a while, then dug out his ID and walked into the building.

"""

Cough, since it's a report, don't be so strict, I'm afraid you won't understand it.

Strictly speaking, it will jump around in several intervals. For example, when it is turned on for the first time in the morning, it is obviously fully charged, and it may become 75 after it is turned on; and if it is restarted, it may become Fifty;

All in all, every time I turn on my mobile phone, I have to be mentally prepared. It may remind you that the battery is fully charged on the charging screen, and then at the moment of turning on, the battery level is displayed as 1%, and then it will be turned off directly.

...it looks like a pit.

But I still didn't change my phone because I was too busy at the time.In addition, I don't want to change it, but want to fix it, and to fix it, I have to find a suitable store. It's a waste of time to find this, and I'm busy.Of course there may be other reasons, but the main reason is this.

Things dragged on.

After getting into a one-on-one quiz, my phone is basically close to a dead end.I connect it with a power bank and take it out every day, but it's useless. It turns out that the bad thing is still bad.Finally at the end, my phone...

Just like the title, regardless of whether it is connected to a power bank, it can only be used for 10 minutes after it is turned on.

"""

She pressed her phone and walked into the arena.This phone was not broken at all, and she never changed it from the beginning to the end.

The game has started.

This is just an entertainment program on TV, all people want is attention, and the content of the game...as long as it is attractive enough.After being shortlisted for too long, no one would have thought that a single student of hers would be able to kill everyone.

This is an academic competition and there will be online voting for each competition.The works that attract the most attention from the public will enter the next round.

The opponent has an entire team, from the first game to now, they have never lost.Their contestant is a little girl who is not much different from her age, a returnee with big eyes and a cute girl.Eleven once asked her questions about her study major off the court, but she couldn't answer any of them.

Their goal is the bonus, and so is Eleven.

They are a team, and Eleven is only herself.

"""

But I decided to endure, and endure until the end of the game, that is, after the winner is announced, I will have time to choose a mobile phone slowly.It sounds miserable, but in fact it is two weeks, [-] days. I have endured it for half a year, and I believe this is within my tolerance.

fourteen days.

On the first day, my phone was fine.Originally, I just listened to music to deal with things, but on the way to the subway, it was powered off and the screen went black, so I had to unplug the earphones, and the human voice almost evaporated into fog in the subway station.

The next day, my phone went off during class.

I was about to speak on stage (don't get me wrong, I'm still a student), and then I forgot the password by accident. I used my mobile phone to receive the verification code, and it died there again.According to experience, it takes at least 10 minutes to charge the battery before it can be turned on again, so...

Tutor: What are you doing?

Me: Sorry, the password doesn't seem to work.

The tutor showed strange eyes, and he said a word when he was nearly fifty years old: "Student Eleven, you can click this button to verify the phone number..."

Nearly fifty years old.

There are crow's feet at the corners of the eyes.

Wears rimless glasses.

I can only explain as I try the passcode: "My phone is broken and I can only use it for 10 minutes a day."

The moment the voice fell, the password was entered and it was correct.This is an electronic age where information can be transmitted extremely quickly as long as letters and numbers are used.

"""

The stage was colorful, and the two were arguing about academic issues.

academic.Entertaining.

These two contradictory words are actually linked together by a game——

Yeah, as long as it catches the eye, why not?

Yeah, as long as it makes money, why not?

Welcome to the world where everyone wants to be famous within 10 minutes.I believe that soon, time units smaller than seconds will be used on a large scale.

Eleven vehemently refuted the other party's argument. A little girl in the audience looked at her, her eyes shining brightly: "Although I don't know what she is talking about, she is so handsome."

Yes, what did they say, what did you hear, what does it matter?

As long as it can attract attention and generate benefits, that's enough.

"""

Day three and day four.

Soon it was known that my mobile phone could only be used for 10 minutes, and everyone was making fun of it.

"Then what do you think of Weibo and WeChat? Don't you still want to participate in the competition?" Yes, the room leak happened to be raining overnight.

"Then you still have to bring your wallet to go out?" ——From a treasure party.

"Well, remember to read the message I sent you yesterday." This is a classmate, not a netizen.Classmates I meet every day.

"Let's break up, you haven't responded to a single message." Just kidding, I'm still single.

Once again, I tried to listen to music and the power went off.On the road, people who came out for an outing in twos and threes appeared on the road, and they gathered together holding their mobile phones, completely ignoring that they were under the sun, and they listened closely:

"Look! Rare elves!"

——Would anyone believe me if I said that my phone was scrapped because of catching elves?

On the fifth and sixth days, I have basically gotten used to this situation and can plan the points of using the mobile phone well.Occasionally I would think she was fine, but it turns out that was just my illusion.

Hello, the HP value on your head has dropped to the red bar, the favorability of your target has dropped to a negative value, and your achievement point is [-].

I'm fine, I'm going to die - this stupid phone!Believe it or not I opened their hearts by crawling along the cell phone cord.

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Internet buzzwords, cute spots, golden sentences.

If you want to be popular, you must find these things - one of the cute spots is facial paralysis.

Eleven made a face, and she approached the stage.

"Hello, the favorability of the target in front of you has dropped to a negative value."

The lens was given to her, and so was the light.

"I'm not really interested in this kind of thing...but she's so cute with a straight face!"

"I like it too! Like a machine! She really wasn't developed