I, the outlaw, was caught again

Chapter 102 Remarks on the launch! ! !

[It will be available at 12 noon tomorrow! ]

Let me first talk about the source of the setting. After reading the comments, I found that people always asked me why I keep persecuting Chaozi.

First of all, Chaozi is my real-life friend, his name is Wang Chao. I have known him since elementary school. He is indeed a very joking and heartless person.

Secondly, the setting of "bad luck" comes from my own experience from the age of 0 to 15.

Let me make it clear first that what I write is not an autobiography.

Let’s briefly recall our childhood.

I have been unlucky since I was a child. I vaguely remember that the first time I was hit by a car was when I was in elementary school.

When I was in my teens, after playing "Xipu Continent", I wanted to go to the square to play. Then, I was hit by a van that appeared out of nowhere while riding my bicycle. This was the prototype of part of the plot of the first case.

But I didn't die. The person who was hit in the case died, but I not only didn't die but I wasn't seriously injured either. I somehow survived.

Minor problem, no injuries.

Of course, I have committed suicide on my own initiative. When I was eight or nine years old, I found a pair of metal tweezers. I saw that the thing had two ends, and the socket for the electrical wire on the wall had two holes, so I used this thing to poke it in.
I forgot how I managed to survive, but somehow I wasn't injured. I was scolded, but I'm still alive.

Minor problem, still no injuries.

Then it was one or two in the morning, when everyone was asleep. I, who was about ten years old, had a high fever of more than 40 degrees. There was also a girl of the same age in the same village who was burned stupidly and could not speak. Her condition was much more serious than the "Sun An" in the book.
I was delirious due to the fever and had no memory. I forgot how I survived. I just remember that my grandmother put me in a pedal tricycle and took me to the clinic in the middle of the night and banged on the door.

It's not a big problem, no sequelae, just a small matter.

I also had stitches on my chin. When I was eight or nine years old, my grandmother asked me to take money from the top of the cabinet. I couldn't reach it, so I moved a chair over. The chair hadn't broken in five or six years, but it broke when I stood on it. I had stitches on my chin, and I can still feel the scar now.

It's not a big deal, just a few stitches.

It's easy after that.

I was hit by cars one after another. During my three years in junior high school, two electric bikes were damaged in collisions. The baskets had to be replaced several times and the shell had to be repaired two or three times. The latter one was simply left to rot and not repaired.

The guy who repaired the car is quite familiar with me.

Among all the experiences of being hit by cars, the one that puzzled me the most was an old lady. I was riding a bicycle on the right sidewalk and she was driving on the right motor vehicle lane. We were both moving forward, and then she suddenly turned left and made a full circle to hit me. My left forearm, face, and stomach were all covered in blood.

After hitting me, she got out of the car and asked me why I didn't dodge while I was lying on the ground bleeding. I was so confused that I still don't know what was going on in her mind.

No big deal, still alive.

But it’s not all about being hit by cars.

In the rural areas of the north, I like to go out on summer nights to pick up cicadas, which are the cicadas that have not yet shed their shells. They crawl out of the ground and climb up the trees. I go and catch them, basically in the woods in the middle of the night with a flashlight.

When I was in elementary school, I also went there with my dad. My dad climbed a tree to catch them, and I found a big pit and jumped in to see if there were any cicada monkeys. If there were any, I would pull them out and shine a flashlight around them.

Then I found out there was another person in the pit just like me.

This person has been dead for many years.

This is a grave. I don't know who abandoned the grave and took away the valuables. When I stood in the coffin and wanted to catch the cicada monkey, I was also confused why I was the first to discover it.

I jumped into a grave, and my father climbed a tree on top of a grave (put your hands together)

And I don't know how this person was so poor that he dug up ordinary graves, or why he couldn't move all the graves within one day.
This is the third plot, the prototype of Chaozi’s ancestral grave being dug up.

Small problem, the one that was dug up was not my ancestor.

What happened next was that I went out and encountered a very bloody scene.

I remember I was about ten years old. I went out to treat an illness. I forgot what illness I had. They took me to the hospital, and there was a traffic jam on the road.

Then I saw a truck parked on the side of the road, surrounded by a group of people, with its headlights flashing.

In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged woman was lying on the ground with a dazed look on her face. One of her legs was separated from her upper body by three or four meters. There was a hole in her stomach, and her intestines, internal organs, and blood, red and yellow, were all over the ground like water.

The middle-aged woman was still conscious. She held her intestines that had flowed out with one hand and stuffed them into her stomach.

It caused a great shock to my ten-year-old childhood, but it was just a shock. It was an ordinary incident that year and I got used to it.

When I was writing the article later, some of the scenes were written based on what I saw.

I don’t know whether she is still alive or not. The location is not far from the hospital, only about two kilometers away.

Small problem, I wasn’t the one who got hit this time.

About a thousand words.

The two most serious injuries.

I think I was ten years old. Those two years were really like a time of bad luck for my mom. My grandfather was still alive. I was squatting in the fields, watching him cut cabbage.

It was cut with the small sickle used to cut wheat. I would like to try it too.

Then try and it will die.

I held the cabbage with my left hand, held the sickle with my right hand, and pulled hard.

Cabbage is fine.

The sickle hit my left thumb diagonally and split the tip of my finger. There is still a very obvious wound until now. It feels like it is being torn apart when I pull it to the sides slightly. It hurts a lot.

It's just a minor injury, it didn't hit my neck, so I'm OK.

the second time.

This time I was about ten years old. I was attending a tutoring class on the weekend and my grandma picked me up.

We walked past a sand pile on the road. It was a self-built house in the countryside. There was a sand pile on the side of the road. The sand slid down and formed a thin layer on the ground.

The tricycle just happened to skid and I happened to be sitting on one side. It just happened to overturn. There happened to be a ditch on the side of the road and I just happened to fall into the ditch. There just happened to be a sharp object in the ditch, I don't know if it was a knife or something, I didn't look back, anyway, the ditch was more than ten meters long, and this thing just happened to be encountered by me.

I didn't feel any pain and was quite confused when I stood up. I looked down and saw that my left calf was covered in blood.

There was a cut on my calf, a straight line, but not deep. The fact that there are no sequelae now probably means that the cut was relatively shallow at that time, but blood was still flowing.

It's a small problem. The worst that could happen is a slope. There are no sequelae now, and the thing in the ditch didn't hit my head.

The most serious nature is the gas leak.

Fortunately, we live in the countryside, and the kitchen at home is a separate small room. There was a gas leak, and then there was an open flame and explosion.

There were two gas leaks. The first one was when I was about eleven or twelve years old. It felt like the Grim Reaper had come. However, I smelled the gas and was able to avoid the explosion the first time.

Small problem, my buddy has observation Haki, so he has experience in dealing with this kind of thing. The second time was when I was 16, during the summer vacation.

Logically speaking, even if there was an explosion, I should have been the one who was blown up, but my father got up, used the kitchen first, and was admitted to the hospital.

Fortunately, it was a minor injury and he was able to return home to recuperate in a month and a half. It took him more than half a year to recover from the injuries on his body, but there was still a circle of burn marks on his stomach.

The rest is just getting hit by cars on a daily basis. I'm used to it, nothing much to say.

Bad luck about books.

Last year's old book, the new book, was read four weeks apart and received important recommendations.

This kind of book opening is not smooth.

This book and other old books are quite confusing. The quality of the books is obviously good, but no one clicks on them.

The old book has 40,000 words and seven collections, two of which are robots. They have no traffic at all. They wrote it for me and it became popular. Only by being stubborn can I get it put on the shelves.

This book is even more confusing, how can I put it?
When a book is opened, the title is reviewed, then the introduction is reviewed, and then the beginning is reviewed.

It's your turn to be judged.

I calculated that it took me about fifty days to write this book. The backend sent me 30 text messages for review. I only wrote about ninety chapters in total, so the review was done every two days on average.

The whole old book only has about 60 chapters in total.

Other immortal cultivation books may not have six times.
Also, I had a week of naked body, and the most important week wasted because I had no traffic. I had no traffic for the big push that everyone was waiting for, so I had no choice but to eat chicken feathers and use the non-existent four-wheel drive to consume my potential.

I was just thinking about competing for a recommendation, and then I found out.
My opponents are two powerful authors from Qidian Chinese website, two authors who are striving to become great authors, four old authors with over 10,000 subscriptions, and a new book by the reincarnation of an unknown old monster!

It's so cold, it makes me feel cold
Give me competition smile.

Then, I encountered all the bugs of Qidian at the beginning of the year. It was the first time for me to encounter the problem of monthly tickets being deducted. You vote for one, but my salary doesn’t increase, so you deduct one monthly ticket from me.

In one night I saw more than ten of my monthly tickets being deducted.

That night I was silent (put my hands together)
As for Lao Shu, he was also quite unlucky. Those who have followed Lao Shu should have read a case I was writing about smuggling corpses. They lured people to the hospital and pretended to have cremated them, but in fact they were smuggling organs and corpses.

After writing this case, about a week or two later, a similar case appeared in reality.
I didn’t originally plan to write this, but just as I finished the detailed outline and was about to log out, a piece of latest news popped up on my phone, which was the same as my detailed outline.

At 3am in the morning, I watched Silence and changed the plot overnight, changing it to this smuggling one, but after the change, it came out again.
There were one or two similar things that happened in reality.

Then comes the ending. Due to the censorship standards, I couldn’t write anything I originally wanted to write. I could only write about several places in California and Texas in the Western United States seeking independence, which affected thirty states.

I thought, this is so outrageous that anyone who knows a little bit about politics would call me an idiot, you can’t keep doing this to me.

then.

The article was written in November, and the news about Texas came out in January, followed by news of support from 30 states.
(scratching head)
Just like before, the original ending was not this. I wanted to write about Judah and his people. The protagonist was forced to go to a small country, and Judah started a war to kill the protagonist. I even laid the groundwork for his identity as a villain.

As a result, after the groundwork was laid, a news report showed that two regions had started fighting, and the fight was very fierce.

I was silent, and continued to revise the document overnight as usual, but it was still the same as if I hadn't made any changes.

After that, I really don’t know what the ending could be, and the final plot is such a mess that it has to be blocked all the time.

But fortunately I persisted until the end.

There is not much else to say.

It's all small problems.

Don't question whether it's reasonable or not.

I don’t know how I survived as a child. I think it’s unreasonable. It shouldn’t be surprising that I was hit by a car and died for the first time when I was ten years old.

All in all, I feel like I'm a little unlucky.

But life is pretty tough.

Having lived to this day, I sometimes even laugh at myself.

Tell me about this book.

The first few cases in this book feature scenes that the author has seen in real life.

For example, some people say that there is no such thing as live cutting.

I have seen them many times, no less than two digits. When the author was a child, these people would appear very accurately whenever there was a "meeting" or "big gathering".

These people were very neat, without legs or with twisted legs, with "little bees" hanging on their bodies, lying on a small cart made of wheels and wooden boards, sliding on the ground with their hands, and there was an iron box for begging money.

When I was seven or eight years old, I saw that scene, with no arms and only a small tumor, dozens of times.

At that time, I was wondering how these people remembered the days and came to the village. They could neither speak, nor had a calendar or a map. So how did they get here?

How could they appear in the morning, disappear at night, and appear in another village on time the next day without legs?
And why were their bodies twisted like that? Could this really be caused by an "accident"?
Accidents can cause paralysis, amputation, or even make people become vegetative.

But I can't think of an accident that could cause a person's body to be distorted, with burns, missing arms, and deformed thighs.

There are some other plot scenes.
For example, a car accident scene is quite familiar.

Shit, it’s like he was born to write this kind of stuff.

Sad, Yuyu.

Now let’s get down to business.

Available tomorrow!!!

[It will be available at 12 noon tomorrow! ]

As for putting it on the shelves, I had to cut off the previous book because I was so upset after it was reviewed, and this book was started on short notice, so I don't have many manuscripts in stock.

But tomorrow, I can at least guarantee that the murderer will be caught in this plot.

The minimum number of words is 20,000, which is almost ten chapters before it is put on the shelves. Because I want to increase the average subscription, I will temporarily publish five chapters with 4,000 words per chapter.

As for follow-up reading, this book is a bit unlucky and its performance is not as good as the old book. It should be around 1,800 yuan for follow-up reading.

The subscription for that song is fifteen hundred.

If the subscription is higher than 500, then I will owe another chapter of 4,000 words, which is almost two chapters before it goes on the shelves.

The minimum update is three chapters, each chapter has 3,000 words, and the minimum daily update is 8,000 words, and the daily update is 10,000 words as much as possible, which is about the same as the previous four or five chapters.

so.
It will be released at 12 noon tomorrow!
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