My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 7 Spoiler Dog
"Ding dong! Your Zhifubao has received 5 yuan."

Meng Lang's eyes widened. "They all graduated from the same university, why do we mix like two classes? Do real estate people make so much money?"

"It's not that I do well, it's that you do badly!"

"Hey, hey! This hurts my heart, why don't you tear it down, but why don't you ask me what I borrowed money for?"

"When we fought in college, did you ask me why I rushed forward?"

"No."

"Then it's over."

Meng Lang was moved in his heart, "Don't worry, I will definitely repay you..."

"Don't be gross, but I warn you, pornography, gambling and drugs are not allowed, otherwise no friends will have to do it."

"Am I that kind of person!"

So, when people are at a low point, how important is a reliable friend? Meng Lang swept away his depression after watching "Mein Kampf" and rekindled his fighting spirit.

You have a series of pits, I will jump over one by one to show you!

And the pits that should be avoided must be avoided, and the money that should be earned must not be earned less!

Picking up the bowl, he gulped down the chestnut porridge in front of him. Meng Lang wiped the corner of his mouth and said energetically, "I still have something to do in the afternoon. Take your time, I'm leaving first!"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Duan Xian, who was delivering cabbage to his mouth, looked at Meng Lang suspiciously.

"Go to the bank a few times!"

"What???"

If you go to the bank, you go to the bank. What do you mean by going to the bank several times?
In a daze, Meng Lang's back had already disappeared at the door in a hurry.

Duan Xian stuffed the cabbage from the chopsticks into his mouth, frowned and thought with half a cabbage in his mouth.

Always feel that something is wrong?

"Hi, your total consumption is 128, members get [-]% off." At this moment, the proprietress handed over a bill with big watery eyes blinking.

Duan Xian: "..."

How about your treat?
Just as he was depressed, the phone rang suddenly, and he glanced at it and picked it up.

"Hey, mom? What's the matter...what?" Duan Xian's expression changed...

……

Meng lang said he went to the bank several times, but he really went several times.

Huaxia Bank, Huaxia Industrial and Commercial Bank, Huaxia Construction Bank, Huaxin Bank, Mingsheng Bank...

Meng Lang was like a hardworking little hamster, running around the various financial institutions in the city.

"Hello, I want to apply for a credit card."

"Okay, that's the kind of credit card you want."

"The one with the highest quota!"

Meng Lang did the same opening remarks and the same process 7 times in total.

Take the ID card, fill in the information, open the card, and activate it.

Fortunately, banks are now promoting paperless self-service, and the efficiency of card application is extremely high, and the whole process takes no more than 15 minutes.

If so, Meng Lang could barely get it done before the bank closed.

The seven credit cards in his pocket were the result of an entire afternoon, plus the two he had originally, Meng Lang had a total of nine credit cards, and successfully advanced to the "Card Master"!
Credit card, it can accompany you in small bridges and rivers, and it can also accompany you in romance. You can use it, but you can’t do without it. At critical moments, it is your emergency small treasury.

That's right!Meng Lang was going to use his credit card to solve a wave of "primitive accumulation of capital".

Knowing that a stock market crash is about to occur in the future, how to quickly obtain a large amount of initial funds and carry out the reverse operation of shorting the stock market has become the key to the "gold content" of Meng Lang's first pot of gold in his life.

Money is not everything, but if you want to change your destiny, you can't do it without money!

Of course, such frequent applications for credit cards in such a short period of time will definitely have a negative impact on citizens' credit investigation for a certain period of time.

But Meng Lang wasn't worried at all. With money, he could throw his credit back!
When he dragged his tired body back downstairs to the rental house, it was already sunset.

Turned out to have just turned a corner.

"Bang!" "Oops!"

A small figure bumped into Meng Lang's waist all at once.

There was nothing wrong with him, but the little guy who bumped into him squatted backwards and fell backwards. A bag in his hand also fell to the ground, and a few potatoes were scattered on the ground, attracting the attention of passers-by around him.

"Eh? Are you okay?" Seeing that the other party was a little girl, Meng Lang hurried up to help her.

"It's okay, I'm sorry uncle, I bumped into you." The little girl apologized to Meng Lang in a panic.

"It's okay, you didn't mean it." Naturally, Meng Lang didn't care about a little girl.

But this voice seems a bit familiar?
Seeing the little girl frantically picking up potatoes on the ground, meng lang also hurriedly knelt down to help.

As a result, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of red on the palm of the little girl, and was taken aback for a moment.

"You are hurt?"

The little girl shrank her hand and said timidly, "It's okay, it's just a little scratch."

Meng Lang put the last potato back into the bag and looked inside. There were several potatoes, a handful of vegetables, tomatoes and a few eggs.

He looked the little girl up and down.

He is about 1.2 meters tall, wearing the school uniform of the nearby Qingsong Primary School. He has a baby fat round face and a pair of big black eyes, which are very cute.

She is only six or seven years old, usually at the age when her parents pick her up from school, but now she is carrying a vegetable basket like a housewife, looking a little happy and sad.

"Goodbye, uncle!" The little girl politely carried the bag, bent towards Meng Lang, and then turned to leave.

Meng Lang felt inexplicably distressed when he saw the little guy struggling to carry the supermarket bag that almost reached his waist, walking forward as if he was in a hurry.

The little girl who was walking in front suddenly felt light in her hand, and looked up to find that the uncle had snatched her bag away.

"It happened to be on the way with you, and I will help you with a section."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but seeing that meng lang had already walked forward on his own, she could only say "thank you, uncle", and then took two quick steps to lead the way.

The golden afterglow stretched the figures of the two people very long, but the further they walked, the weirder the expression on Meng Lang's face became.

Vaguely, meng lang seemed to have realized something.

Sure enough, when the two of them stood downstairs in building No. 5 of the community, the expression on meng lang's face was wonderful.

"Uncle, I'm here."

Meng Lang looked at the little girl with complicated eyes, "Your name is Xiaoyu? You live in 302?"

"Huh? Uncle, do you know me?"

It's not just acquaintance, thanks to you, I went to jail, condemned by thousands of people!
"This is...the so-called fate..."

He murmured in a low voice, vaguely as if he heard the gears of fate turning "click".

He finally figured out something.

For example, why this girl named Xiaoyu who obviously never appeared in "Les Misérables".

In "Mein Kampf", it completely changed my life.

There is only one explanation.

I have never met this little girl in the time and space of "A Tragic Life"!
However, just today, the future of "Les Misérables" has been changed by himself.

In order to earn the first pot of gold, I would apply for a credit card. Because of this, I ran into Xiao Yu at this moment, and the threads of fate between the two were also entangled.

In the end, the future evolved into "Mein Kampf"!
His brain was burning violently, and a more terrifying guess emerged in Meng Lang's mind.

Logically speaking, even a little girl whom he didn't know at all should be deeply touched by the vicious murder that happened next door to him.

But in "Les Misérables", this matter is never mentioned.

Is it because I failed to invest at the time, and the whole person was in a muddled autistic state, so he didn't care?
Or is it because there is no real pain, so at most it is just a few tens of seconds of memory fragments in the news broadcast, which have not been included in my memoirs at all?
Or, in that time and space... the girl didn't die at all! ?

Meng Lang froze.

If it is the last possibility, then in other words, the girl's death... is probably caused by himself?
I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

If she didn't want to change her own destiny, this innocent little girl might still be dependent on her sister.

In the more distant future, she may still be able to attend an ideal university and form a happy family with her beloved...

For myself, I might have ruined a lovely girl's beautiful life?
Thinking of this, meng lang felt a deep sense of guilt for no reason.

He even has the urge to turn back time and would rather return everything to the original trajectory of fate.

and many more!Now is not the time to blame yourself!
If you can change your destiny once, you can change it a second time!
Meng Lang forced his brain to calm down and sorted out the fate line again.

"Since today's meeting is the cause of everything, then in other words, the murderer probably saw me and Xiao Yu together, so he came up with a plan to kill Xiao Yu and blame me?
Such a careful layout shows that he has probably set his sights on Xiao Yu long ago!

In other words, he should... right here! "

Thinking of this, meng lang was shocked.

He quickly raised his head and swept around.

In a blink of an eye, not far away, a figure wearing a mask and a hood just turned around and disappeared around the corner.

Meng Lang's pupils shrank suddenly.

If he was just an ordinary person, facing such a passerby, he might not be taken to heart at all.

But it's a pity, Meng Lang is not an ordinary person!

He is a "God Reader" who has read the entire "Murder Comics", aliased as "Spoiler Dog"!
Even if you wear a mask, you can say that you have a cold and a fever, but it is already dusk, what kind of hood are you wearing?
And that path, if you remember correctly, is indeed leading to the entrance and exit of a community.

But because the entrance and exit are fire exits, for the convenience of management, they are closed all year round, and will only be opened by special personnel when a fire occurs.

It is impossible for the residents in the vicinity not to know this.

In other words, it is simply a dead end!

The corner of Meng Lang's mouth curled into a sneer.

murderer!Did not expect it!
You were already circled in the first episode!
(End of this chapter)