Those years when I practiced Taoism in the magic capital

Chapter 27 Who threw the dumbbells
The west side of Tianshi Temple, in the community.

Unit two, seventh floor.

Wang Kun, who returned to the rental house, habitually sat beside the computer and turned on the computer to log in to his author account.

"what?"

Wang Kun was surprised, rubbed his eyes and thought he had read it wrong: "When I went downstairs just now, there were only more than 30 collections, now one, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, am I right?"

Since he is an old author, Wang Kunnei has submitted a manuscript, and just published two chapters, he came to the signing station short.

He himself is in the magic capital, very close to the website company where he publishes the novel. After printing the contract, it takes half an hour to arrive by bicycle.Save money on mailing contracts.

Yesterday, he just sent the contract to Singularity, and just changed his status today.

There are very few recommendation tickets, and the collections are collected by some old readers of the previous works on the street, and there are only 37 in total.

Now forty-eight thousand and seventy-six
"Is this an illusion?"

It has been on the street for more than ten years, and every novel has been put on the shelves after testing the water, and the subscriptions are in single digits.

When it was the most collected before it was put on the shelves, it was less than [-].

"Background data error?"

Wang Kun had a lot of ideas in his mind, but he quickly snuffed them out in the budding state of fantasy.I clicked refresh, and I have collected hundreds of them.
Click again, and it will drop hundreds again
"Someone prank?"

This is not because Wang Kun dare not think in a good direction, it is because he has a deep understanding of his writing level, and it is impossible for him to support himself by writing for a lifetime.

Opening the novel page, Wang Kun did not dare to look down.

"hiss"

The first is the recommendation ticket, which has already exceeded [-].

Then scroll down, the monthly pass is over [-]. Then: "Someone rewarded, really someone rewarded!"

In the fan list, there are actually three million fans!

Below is the ally, the protector.
Wang Kun was a little stunned. He seriously suspected that he was frightened last night, and because he exercised his wrists and went on a date with five girls, he lost too much essence, which led to his mental abnormality now.

"Impossible. This data is fake, this data is not true, I am just a little flutter, how could I have such a result?"

"There must be something wrong with the website."

He slept with his head covered under the quilt, Wang Kun thought deep in his heart: "After waking up, I will definitely recover when I look at the data. I can't stand the fake data, it's all fake."

Carrying the vegetables, Zhang Qingyun returned to the Taoist temple.

Opening the door and approaching the Taoist temple, the first thing to do is to put the vegetables in the kitchen. After looking at the sky, Zhang Qingyun sighed: "Winter is coming again in a blink of an eye."

In the backyard, it was still a mess.

Chubby was lying on the ground, frantically swallowing braised pork.

After swallowing, Zhang Qingyun picked up the broom and began to clean the yard: "I just cleaned it this morning, and now it's like this again. The previous people were punished, and there were just fewer high-altitude parabolas. Is there a new one?"

I can only explain it this way. After cleaning the yard, Zhang Qingyun put the garbage in the heap without disturbing Fatty.Suddenly there was some anger on his face: "Hey, what kind of immorality is this? This is not a garbage dump. You threw down her aunt's mask. Your aunt must have a broken mouth."

On the ground, there was a black plastic bag full of toilet paper, as well as my aunt's mask, which was bright red.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

Take out the wishful symbol, no fire spontaneously ignites.

A ray of black light shone on the black plastic bag, and the black plastic bag, like a cannonball, instantly hit the ninth-floor window.

"crash"

Glass scum fell like rain, and black plastic bags got into the ninth-floor window.

"It's quite clever to even close the window."

With a dark face, he took a broom and cleaned the glass ballast.

"It is necessary to research, no, to comprehend a more advanced talisman, which can ignore the window."

"That god damn it!"

As soon as he entered the room, Zhang Qingyun burst out, cursing: "Who threw the dumbbells down, this is murder."

Above Zhang Qingyun's head, an old building that I don't know how many years ago, a beam of sunlight shone into the room through a hole the size of the mouth of a water tank.The ground was a mess, the desk was smashed and collapsed, and an old color TV above it had been smashed to pieces.

On the ground, a dumbbell was erected proudly.

"Throw cigarette butts, paper, life containers, aunt's mask, you throw lunch boxes, it doesn't matter what you throw. Now you start throwing dumbbells?"

Thankfully, he wasn't in the room. If he was in the room, he wouldn't be killed?
"It's tolerable, but it's unbearable!"

Zhang Qingyun held a gloomy breath in his chest, took out the wishful symbol, and put it down: "Even if it is a piece of paper, under the power of the wishful symbol, it can become a person who hits the trash with a slap, this dumbbell piece Thirty or forty pounds, if it were slapped on the face of someone who was still using dumbbells,”

Isn't half the head gone?
This is not punishment, this is murder!
"Call the police"

Zhang Qingyun was really reluctant to call the police until he had to.

If the person who still has dumbbells is found, it is impossible to compensate him.

Before long, several uniformed police officers came to the door.

"Master Qingyun."

These are old acquaintances. Zhang Qingyun has not called the police less often before.

It's just that after having supernatural powers, I never called the police again.

"Officer Liang"

When standing in the room, Zhang Qingyun took a deep breath: "Look for yourself, I was out to buy vegetables at the time, and I didn't practice calligraphy here, otherwise... I'm afraid you will come to collect the corpses."

After taking pictures, collecting evidence, taking the dumbbells away, Zhang Qingyun took out his ID card, and Officer Liang recorded the information. After a series of tedious operations, he left a sentence: "Master Qingyun, please wait for our news."

Is this another sign of nothing?

This process was followed before, but later. There is no later.

This time is different!
"Master Qingyun, it is best to install cameras and aim at the floors on both sides."

A young policeman who he had never seen before reminded Zhang Qingyun.

The composition of the population here is too mixed. Some live there for a while, and some move away after a period of time. Therefore, even if a lot of education work is done, the effect is not very good.

Sending the police away, Zhang Qingyun didn't know what the outcome would be.

"If you don't deal with the result, I can only solve it in my own way."

It's a pity that the dumbbell plate was taken away, otherwise, even if there is no punishment, selling it can compensate for some losses.

Carrying a ladder, he climbed to the roof, found a plastic sheet, and covered the hole: "It's going to rain tonight."

"what?"

Zhang Qingyun was surprised: "How could I come to such a conclusion?"

Looking up at the sky, the feeling just now disappeared.

"That goddamn, smashed my window?"

Suddenly, the window on the ninth floor opened, and a woman with disheveled hair leaned out of the window and yelled, "Is there a sense of public morality?"

Zhang Qingyun, who was standing on the roof, looked up and happened to meet this woman's eyes.

(End of this chapter)