My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 92 Candlelight
Meng Lang took out his phone and opened his 12306.

As a "ticket anxiety patient" who had experienced the college spring festival ticket grabbing campaign, he had already bought the high-speed rail ticket several days in advance on the night he decided to go home.

[Sushi-Wushi, departure time 11:35AM, passenger Meng Lang, ID number...]

Then select search, and sure enough, I found a train that was one flight earlier.
[Sushi-Wushi, departure time 11:15AM]

emm...

Meng Lang covered his face.

20 minutes!Just to catch up with that mere 20 minutes, a brother's precious life was ruined!
[Maybe it's because of the change in my mentality, or maybe it's because I know that life is short, because of this bitterness and shortness, I started to go my own way...]

Brother, you are really non-stop and determined to go your own way!
This painful lesson taught meng lang that for him, a man who was envied by the whole world, unplanned often meant accidents.

Because of fate, the old man is always watching you...

He decided that even if someone wants to send him by helicopter in the future, he will resolutely follow his own schedule for low-carbon travel!
I am a planner, and I refuse to have my plan disrupted!

Using psychological hints to himself, meng lang conveyed to his brothers a summary of the failure of this life.

By the way, this time I also encountered a traffic accident, but I didn't stop updating, and wrote until the end of my life. This is much more dedicated than the one who took the plane.

He had long discovered that the recording method of this book was a bit mysterious.

Many of the contents are not written by him himself, but they use the perspective of No.1.

Another example is the time when Lin Haitang wrote it as a ghostwriter, and he was erected a monument, but this autobiography should be recorded as it should be, what the hell!
But now, the function of this autobiography seems to be more powerful, and it has begun to use God's perspective...

Intristin!

Meng Lang turned his attention back to the content of the book itself.

Although it was Yan Weiwei who "indirectly" killed herself, the key question is, what caused the sudden "station farewell"?
Why didn't Yan Weiwei send me off a few times ago?
Meng Lang focused on Yan Weiwei's sudden change in her attitude towards him!
Once you find this reason, you will find the source of the accident.

But... how did my emotional line unfold?
Looking at the description, it seems that what happened after I drank some wine "tomorrow"?
But with the force value of both sides, even if he wants to drink something, he will basically end up dying miserably.

Meng Lang, who was puzzled, shook his head. He could only put aside his personal relationship issues and write down a word in his notebook.

"liquor?"

Continuing to search for clues in the book, another suspicious point was soon discovered.

[The dinner that day was delicious, under the dim candlelight, I made a bold decision that even I thought was unbelievable! 】

Candlelight?

Who still uses candles these days?

Could it be a candlelight dinner tonight?Is it such a surprise?But it always feels inconsistent.

Write down two more words, "candlelight"!
Keep looking down.

[...received a call from Wang Zhaoping.

I thought he was here to ask for news, but unexpectedly he inquired about his relationship with Lu Kexin out of nowhere.

Then from him, I got a shocking news...]

Lu Kexin... is dead?
Frowning, Meng Lang turned the pages of the book and looked at the photo this time.

The background of the eye-catching photo is a semi-finished building with a height of about [-] floors, but only a reinforced concrete skeleton. The external scaffolding has not been removed.

The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds and looks very deserted, like an unfinished building.

Different from before, there were many people in the photo this time, and seven or eight police officers took pictures around to collect evidence, among which Wang Zhaoping's familiar figure stood out.

The scene has been cordoned off.

Flashing red and blue police car lights, a blue and white ambulance, and the most dazzling humanoid body lying on the ground and covered with a white cloth.

In the morning sunlight, the unfinished building casts a long slanted shadow, covering all the characters in the photo, making it look a little lonely and gloomy...

Meng Lang felt a little heavy in his heart for no reason.

He didn't know where this heaviness came from.

Perhaps it is the aversion to the evil instinct in the world, or the cry of a soul whose time and space have disappeared...

This is a whole new trajectory in life.

He can be sure that Wang Zhaoping must have never made this call in his previous life, otherwise his brother would have reminded him long ago, and he wouldn't have waited until today to find out.

As for why Wang Zhaoping contacted him, meng lang probably guessed.

He took out his phone, pulled out his address book, and clicked on the friend whose note was "Ke Xin".

If there was an acquaintance among the recent contacts on the deceased's mobile phone, I am afraid that anyone would call and ask, right?

Meng Lang casually opened Lu Kexin's Moments, and found that the last Moments of the other party was on March 3th, the day after the Yuan Li incident.

[Happiness doesn't have to be obtained only by cheating? 】

emm...

The smell of this chicken soup seems familiar?
Meng Lang thought about it carefully, and then suddenly remembered that this was what he said to Lu Kexin before leaving the hotel that day!
No wonder it's cooked, it turns out that the chicken soup was cooked by myself.

Judging from the question mark at the end, the other party seems to be caught in some kind of inner entanglement?

So... is this related to the murder of the other party?
It is clear that I have lived with "myself" for 18 years, so why was I suddenly killed after being rejected by myself?
There is no doubt that this is another chain reaction caused by my little butterfly...

Then came the third question, why didn't I receive a call from Wang Zhaoping in the past few time and space?

Did Lu Kexin not die, or did she die, but Wang Zhaoping didn't inform me?
Meng Lang wrote down the third keyword in his notebook with a serious face.

"Telephone".

Immediately, he looked at Lu Kexin's selfie profile picture and fell into deep thought.

Ordinarily, this woman has nothing to do with him, and he has no need to do anything for her.

There are so many homicides in the world every day, how many can I save even if I am exhausted?

But this is one dead body and two lives, Lu Kexin still has a child in her stomach, and her brother raised him for 18 years...

Strictly speaking, could he still be the other party's "godfather"?
In his heart, he found an excuse to beat around the bush, and Meng Lang picked up his phone.

But the cursor flickered in the input box for a long time, but Meng Lang couldn't type a word for a long time.

Back to the old question again, remind her now, how to explain her foresight?
In case he failed to persuade the other party, and the communication records ended up in the hands of the police...how could he explain his own prophecy?
In addition, even if the fatal danger was avoided tonight, the murderer was still watching him unscathed.

There is a loophole in this method!

But fortunately, I am no longer a loner fighting alone.

On the chessboard of fate, I also have chess pieces that I can drive...

Picking up the phone, he took a photo of the top half of the photo in the book.

After checking carefully and confirming that there were no "sensitive information" such as police and police cars in the photo, Meng Lang sent the photo directly to Wang Zhaoping.

If there is difficulty, of course it is to find the Wang Wang team!
Archie: [? ? ? 】

Soon, Wang Zhaoping sent three question marks.

Meng said: [I have a clue, the location is in the suburbs, near the unfinished building in the photo, that is their trading location. 】

Archie: [Really? (⊙o⊙)】

Meng said: [10% certainty!The trading time is between 12:[-] and [-]:[-] tonight! 】

Archie: [You even got the trading time?Brothers are powerful! 】

Meng said: [Generally so. 】

After a while, Wang Zhaoping sent another message.

Archie: [I found it, that place is desolate, it really is a very suitable place for trading, don't worry brother, I will organize people to ambush! 】

Meng Lang returned with a cheering expression.

Meng said: [By the way, let me ask you a question, did you come up with this WeChat nickname yourself? 】

Archie: [No, my son named it to me not long ago, and insisted that I change it to this, saying that this is his favorite actor. 】

Meng said: [emm... Captain Wang usually doesn't have much time to play with the children, right? 】

Archie: [Oh!I work from dawn to dusk, sometimes I don’t stay home for a few days, and I rarely spend time with my children. How do you know that? 】

Meng said: [Guess, alas!Poor parents all over the world. 】

Archie: [You missed a word. 】

Meng said: […]

Putting down his phone, Meng Lang sighed inwardly.

I can only help you here.

……

Room 302.

Meng Lang sat at the dining table and kept looking around.

"What's the matter? What are you looking for?" Lin Haitang on the opposite side asked a little strangely.

Find candles.

"Cough! It's nothing, tonight...is it normal?" Meng Lang laughed.

"Otherwise?" Lin Haitang looked at him strangely.

Yes, everything is normal.

The dinner was normal and delicious, Lin Haitang was normally like a pyramid, there was no red wine, no candles, everything seemed to be the same...

But what about candlelight?
Could it be the imagist narrative technique used by the guy in love?

I was so full of anticipation... Cough!

Blind my dead brain cells for nothing.

Be realistic, can you be more realistic, brother!
Human life is at stake, you put this lyrical? !
But speaking of it, not everything is normal today, at least two things are not normal.

"Why didn't Yan Weiwei come today?"

Meng Lang stuffed a piece of pickled cucumber into his mouth, biting into a crunchy one.

"Weiwei said she has something to do tonight, so she won't come over." Lin Haitang said.

"Strange."

Meng Lang shook his head, then pointed at Lin Xiaoyu who was sitting on the sofa holding a small bowl and watching TV while eating with strange eyes.

"What's going on here?"

"Oh, I heard that the class is going to organize a children's drama performance. Xiao Yu seems to be quite concerned about it, saying that she needs to learn more learning experience."

"Children's drama?" Meng Lang looked at what was broadcast on TV. It was indeed a "Cinderella" drama, but it was an adult version.

Seeing Xiaoyu's sullen little face concentrating, Meng Lang couldn't help but be amused.

"As expected of Xiao Yu, she is so serious in everything she does."

"Well...Actually, she doesn't care much about this kind of class activities, and I'm a little surprised.

But it's not a bad thing to be interested in performing on stage. "

Lin Haitang smiled and didn't really care about it, she just regarded it as a romantic feeling that every girl would have.

Interested in a show?

These words touched meng lang's sensitive nerves.

He looked at Xiao Yu who was focused on it. Except for Lin Haitang's matter, she was indeed one of the rare things that she cared about so much.

interest?Just don't develop it into a career plan.

In case Xiao Yu was accidentally trained to be an actor...

emm...

Celebrities earn much more money than doctors, what a big crisis!

Xiao Yu, you must not go astray!

Just when Meng Lang planned to expose the chaos in the noble circle to Xiao Yu deeply, such as citing scriptures again to discuss the relationship between Baizhi and Yapeng...

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, all the lights went out at the same time, even the TV dimmed instantly, and the whole room suddenly fell into darkness.

"Ah! There's a power outage!" Xiao Yu exclaimed in the darkness.

Not only indoors, but also within the range visible to the naked eye outside the window, there is almost a large area of ​​darkness. It is obvious that the nearby streets have all lost power.

"Xiao Yu, stay still, I'll turn on the phone's light."

The next moment, a bright mobile phone light came from Lin Haitang's hand.

"Huh? Meng Lang, what's the matter with you?"

The only light shone on Meng Lang's face, reflecting Meng Lang's stunned face.

"Ah... oh! I'm fine."

"Hmm! I remember there are spare candles at home, you wait a moment, I'll look for them."

Soon, three weak candles lit up, dispelling the darkness in the hut, and also reflected Meng Lang's dumbfounding expression.

Candlelight!It turned out that there was really candlelight!

Misunderstood you, you are still a firm materialist, you don't engage in those fancy things.

But next time, can you be more direct, what will happen if you add the word "blackout" in the book?How difficult is it?
Or is it because you are jealous that I am the protagonist and you are not, deliberately molesting the "self" in such an innocuous way?
Brother, you are boring like this.

On behalf of tens of millions of brothers after today, I collectively condemn you!
But the condemnation is the condemnation, there is still food to eat, and I have just eaten a few mouthfuls, and my stomach is not full at all.

By the dim candlelight, Meng Lang continued to calmly pick up the dishes.

"Sister, I'm done eating, so I'll go back to the room to study the script." Xiao Yu put the empty bowl on the table.

"Eh? So fast? Then you go in with a candle, I don't know how long the electricity will stop."

The moment Xiao Yu turned around and entered the room, maybe it was Meng Lang's illusion, Xiao Yu seemed to finally turn around and wink at him meaningfully.

Uh……

Must be wrong.

Meng Lang's hands holding vegetables couldn't help but become a little stiff, and his movements were not as natural as before.

A dark world, dim candlelight, two people sitting opposite each other at the dining table...

With Xiao Yu's departure, this sudden candlelight dinner made the atmosphere in the house seem a bit ambiguous.

Glancing at Lin Haitang across the way, Meng Lang's heart beat a little faster.

Under the candlelight, Lin Haitang's face was full of peach blossoms, his beauty was a bit suffocating, he quickly lowered his head.

"Cough! It's strange, the power outage was not notified, and I don't know when it will be restored. The facilities in this old community are backward." He tried to find a topic to ease the embarrassment.

"En!" Who knew that the other side only responded lightly.

have to!I can't talk anymore.

Both of them noticed the strange atmosphere, and then they just picked up food and ate quietly.

"Crack!" The chopsticks of the two collided lightly on the same piece of tofu, and the next moment they retracted at the same time.

The air was quiet for a moment, and Lin Haitang suddenly stood up.

"I'm full, let's go see Xiaoyu."

She seemed to want to escape from this embarrassing atmosphere, and her steps were a little hurried, but Meng Lang was also relieved.

"Ah!" exclaimed.

In the dimness, Lin Haitang seemed to have tripped over something and fell forward.

Meng Lang instinctively reached out to help, but...

"Whoa~"

Chairs tip over, vision swivels.

The next moment, Meng Lang, who didn't know what happened, met Lin Haitang who was lying on the ground...

The air was instantly quiet.

Looking at Lin Haitang who was close at hand, her long eyelashes couldn't help trembling.A sentence suddenly popped into Meng Lang's mind.

[The dinner that day was delicious, under the dim candlelight, I made a bold decision that even I thought was unbelievable! 】

emm...

At that time, her lips were only 3 cm away from mine, and I didn't know how I would choose next.

But I'm sure...someone made a beast...

(End of this chapter)