Spare Tire is Gone

Dissatisfied with the price? What do you mean? Wouldn't you be satisfied if Wu Heng offered a higher price? Don't come out to confront each other?

This is really subtle, and it sounds like a mockery, and it seems to imply something, making people confused about the position.

The barrage area was swiped by question marks and questions. Suddenly, a few long barrage with anger appeared in the barrage area, attracting everyone's attention.

—Don’t get caught up in the rhythm! This hacking dog deliberately threw out such a screenshot that is not sure whether it is true or false, just to make us divert our attention to two million, and to give us a kind of water without trace that really spent money to find the sound of gurgling water to buy and settle Hint, so we will take it for granted that this hacking dog is just a gurgling noise, so don't be deceived!

-Eat melon wisely! Eat melon wisely! This kind of screenshots can be edited as ten per minute, not counting, not counting!

-Fuck! I'm furious! I also think this is a hacking dog now. Shuida did have a trumpet called Hengwu, but after Jiangtian.com opened a new site, his two accounts, large and small, were migrated to the new site, and the old site's account has long been abandoned! After the reopening of the old Jiangtian website two days ago, many old accounts were hacked by the studio, and Shuida’s old accounts were also stolen! The big fans in the readership know this!

-Correct! The opening of Jiangtian.com’s old site this time is because Jiangtian.com has opened an anniversary feedback event, allowing unsigned authors who have published works on the old site to be exempted from a series of review procedures if the collection of works reaches a certain number. Sign with Xinjiangtian.com, and you can get rewards! Many studios have taken a fancy to this business opportunity and have stolen many old accounts of published works, wanting to sell them to those who have not been able to sign contracts on Xinjiangtian.com!

—I now very much suspect that the trumpets of the gurgling water and Shui Wuhen in the old station were all stolen by the studio. This confrontation is actually the studio discovering that the works published by the gurgling water and Shui Wuhen are similar to those of Shui Wuhen. Later, the purpose of a play produced by self-directed and self-acted is to blackmail Shui Wuhen by this method.

—Don’t be distracted! Ask the blogger to prove that you are a gurgling sound. Before self-identification, everything you say will be processed in a rhythmic manner! Don't fool us with those 10,000 screenshots that can be forged casually. Be a real hammer!

As soon as these bulletins came out, the person who raised the question mark in the live broadcast immediately disappeared. Many people were persuaded by these statements and began to ask the bloggers to prove their identity again.

…

Qi Cong turned off the microphone.

Shen Jia, who was instructed to keep quiet, immediately put down his phone and walked over. He was a little excited, a little worried, and a little surprised: "The navy actually started to guide the wind in the live broadcast room according to the words you told me to say'self-directed and self-acted'. Sure enough, they have a way to wash those short stations seeking reconciliation. Brother Tong, you are so smart. But, can you really hook Wu Heng out with this rhythm? What if he doesn't come out?"

"He will come out." Qi Cong drank his saliva, his eyes fell on the scrolling barrage area, his eyes were gloomy, "From the time I logged out of the social account I used back then to Shui Wuhen's post, it was nearly a year later. You don’t know Shui Wuhen, so you don’t know Shui Wuhen’s temperament. He is actually a little timid."

"Timid?" Shen Jia frowned. "He dared to copy your outline. Is this timid?"

Zhao Zhenxun took his attention away from the live broadcast room and looked sideways at Qi Cong.

Qi Cong nodded: "He is very timid, which is especially obvious in his selection of materials and plot construction. He dare not try new themes, dare not use too novel and controversial character and plot, dare not try the tragic ending... Such a person must have had a long period of psychological struggle before deciding to use my outline."

Shen Jia didn't understand, and couldn't help but urge Qi Cong: "Brother Cong, please make it clear."

Qi Cong put down his water glass and explained further: "Such a timid and hesitant person finally decided to copy my outline, even using the title of the book and the protagonist. He was suddenly so bold, I thought about it again. Thinking, I think it should be because of two points. First, the old Jiangtian website was closed, and the "Chivalrous Bone" that I published disappeared from the public's sight. Second, he should be determined from a certain channel, and the sound of gurgling water would never appear again. . To put it simply, he probably thought I was dead."

Shen Jia was dumbfounded, and then hurriedly turned his head and said twice: "What is immortal? Tong Yan has no jokes, and Tong Yan has no jokes."

Zhao Zhenxun looked up and down Qi Cong magically in different places, and inserted the topic: "So you just asked Jiajia to say that, you want to give Wu Heng the illusion that you are not the sound of the gurgling water himself?"

Qi Cong looked at Zhao Zhenxun and nodded: "Yes. He will come out only if he thinks I am not the sound of the water."

Zhao Zhenxun asked, "Why do you have to let him out? You can just throw away the evidence, so that he will still be ruined."

"It's not the same." Qi Cong retracted his gaze and looked at the computer screen again. "Although the result will be the same, I will never hear his true thoughts again."

…

The audience in the live broadcast room soon discovered that the sound of the gurgling water had disappeared again. They didn't get any response from the barrage for a long time, and the irritability in their hearts gradually accumulated. Under the crazy rhythm of the navy, many people couldn't help but explode.

-The hacking dog, get out, get out, get out!

—Did the P evidence go to the scene? MD, we are all tricked by this hacking dog! No wonder Wu Heng didn't come, he probably knew that the blogger was a fake!

-What about people? What about people? Don't stay silent, get out!

"I am still here."

The unique male voice of the voice changer sounded again. At the same time, the mouse on the screen moved, and the settings of the live broadcast room were changed. Then the live broadcast room screen changed to only take a short screenshot of that station, no longer a computer screen.

After that, the voice of typing and the voice of the private chat on Weibo continued to sound, and the male voice continued: "Again, I am a gurgling sound, not a hacking account. As for the evidence... I will first analyze how Shui Wuhen is. Lie."

—Who TM wants to hear you analyze this, hurry up and prove your identity! Hurry up and give evidence!

—What were you doing with everyone on your back? what have you done?

The male voice ignored the barrage. After a while, he changed the live broadcast screen back to grab the computer screen, then moved the mouse, clicked another folder in the large folder, and started playing the video inside.

In the video, Wu Heng stood on the stage, holding a microphone, and said to a person with his back to the camera: ""The Chivalrous Bone" is not my continuation based on the beginning of a newcomer author, it is my purely original work—"

The picture was paused, and the male voice sounded: "The root of the lie is here. "Chivalrous Bone" is not a purely original work by Wu Heng. He took my entire plot frame."

The video continued to play, and Wu Heng's voice sounded again: "But the title and protagonist of the book "Chivalrous Bone" are indeed from an online friend of mine—"

The video was suddenly closed, and the male voice said: "Forget it, this whole passage is nothing to play. Everyone already knows that Shui Wuhen is lying. Let's analyze the statement Shui Wuhen sent first."

The audience was irritated by the playful operation of the gurgling sound of wind and moon, and more and more people were violent, and more and more people felt that the sound of gurgling wind and moon was a hacking dog.

The barrage is too messy to see.

A mobile phone ringtone suddenly came out from the live broadcast room.

At the same time, a rainbow bridge appeared over the live broadcast room, and colorful candies fell in riot of color—that was the gift special effect of the Weibo live broadcast room, and it was the most expensive gift.

The system prompt appeared immediately above the live room: [Recall that the flowers gave the anchor a rainbow bridge, come and collect rainbow candies together! 】

When the barrage area was quiet, everyone was dumbfounded.

Who? Who gave the blogger a rainbow bridge?

The male voice who was analyzing the statement also disappeared.

Only in the live broadcast room where the phone's ringtones kept ringing, a new barrage appeared in the stagnant barrage area.

Looking back at Hua Cong: Who was vomiting dirty just now? Also, hasn't Wu Heng come yet?

no respond.

Looking back at Hua Cong: As a navy, you also need to pay attention to quality. You can help Wu Heng wash white, you can bring the rhythm and the direction of the wind, but don't personally attack a poor new human rights defender.

Looking back at Hua Cong: It's still early, so I will accompany you to wait for Wu Heng to come.

Qi Cong returned to his senses, and almost turned off the microphone in a frantic manner. The calmness and calmness he had had before disappeared. He frowned, staring at the Rainbow Bridge where the candy was still scattered in the live broadcast room, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Zhao Zhenxun used to pick up Qi Cong’s phone that had been shaking, looked at the call on it, and said to Qi Cong: “The strange number should be from Wu Heng. The speed is quite fast. You just sent him a private message on Weibo. , He came. Will you pick it up? Or shall I pick it up?"

Qi Cong returned to his senses, looked up at Zhao Zhenxun, thought about it, and replied: "Trouble Broker Zhao to pick it up for me, I don't want Wu Heng to hear my real voice."

Zhao Zhenxun nodded, took the phone and sat on the single sofa next to him, answered the phone, and pressed the speakerphone.

Shen Jia immediately got to Qi Cong's side, looked at the Rainbow Bridge on the screen, and then at Qi Cong, his expression twisted strangely, and then moved his gaze to Zhao Zhenxun.

After the call was connected, a rough male voice that obviously did not belong to Wu Heng came out, saying only three words: "Five million."

Zhao Zhenxun said in the tone of his stepdad that he usually used to scare Shen Jia: "If Wu Heng washes white this time, then my live broadcast is equivalent to giving Wu Heng a wave of enthusiasm for nothing. You and Dongying can take the opportunity to give " The second part of "Chivalrous Bone" is pre-publication."

The other side stopped talking.

"Use me to cleanse, you don't have to offend Gu Xun."

"Six million, no more."

Zhao Zhenxun continued to analyze: "And if I don’t help Wu Heng whitewash and kill Wu Heng, it’s plagiarism, and throw out a few more evidences that others can’t tell the truth. Do you think anyone will watch the second part of "Chivalrous Bone"? And those screenwriters, actors, and directors who spoke in support of you...If Wu Heng hasn't been whitewashed, do you think he can continue to mix in the industry?"

After a long period of silence, the male voice sounded with a little bit of gritted teeth: "Eight million, Wu Heng is just an online writer and newcomer screenwriter. Don't go too far."

Zhao Zhenxun slowed down: "Let Wu Heng go to the live broadcast room."

"Why let Wu Heng go to the live broadcast room, you—"

Zhao Zhenxun interrupted him: "Gu Xun is in the live broadcast room. This is the best opportunity for Wu Heng and Gu Xunhua to fight for Yubo."

"...Wait!"

"I recorded the conversation, in case you lie to me, let me do nothing..."

"Give me the receiving account!"

Zhao Zhenxun slowed down again: "Forget it, let's talk about it after we're done. The audience in the live broadcast room is already impatient, let Wu Heng come, and I will cooperate with him." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Shen Jia clapped: "Brother Zhao, you are so cruel!"

Qi Cong took the mobile phone handed over by Zhao Zhenxun and said sincerely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhao Zhenxun sat next to Qi Cong and gestured to the live broadcast screen with his chin, "It's late, so hurry up."

…

After Gu Xun came, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room immediately became harmonious. No one sprayed dirty anymore, everyone became polite babies.

In the barrage area, Gu Xun's fans confessed one by one, Gu Xun responded from time to time. Every time he responded to the fans, he would send a barrage asking "Is Wu Heng not here yet?".

Probably because Gu Xun called too closely, finally, Wu Heng's figure appeared in the barrage area.

Shui Wuhen: I opened a YY room. If you see it, the blogger, please come directly and give me a private chat account name. I will give you permission to speak, and we will confront it. Mr. Gu can also come.

The male voice immediately appeared: "I'm here."

Gu Xun also responded with a barrage.

Looking back at the flowers: here I am.

The live broadcast room freezes for a few seconds, then screams and swipes the screen.

-Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, finally to wait Come dry goods!

-MD! Don't swipe the screen, I can't see the YY room number anymore. Some kind person will post the room number to me.

—Ahhhhh, I waited all night, and finally it's here! It's finally here! Duck everyone!

Qi Cong turned off the microphone, searched the web and downloaded YY, then poured himself a glass of water, stared at the screen while drinking, and started to daze. There was no excitement in his body that finally waited for Wu Heng.

Shen Jia worriedly asked: "Brother Sun?"

Qi Cong returned to his senses, barely pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled at Shen Jia, put down the water cup, converged his expression, installed the downloaded YY, randomly applied for an account, and entered the YY room sent by Shui Wuhen's private message. I posted my account name.

He was quickly carried into the wheat.

Wu Heng's voice sounded: "Don't worry, everyone, he is here."

Qi Cong listened to the voice of Wu Yiwen Tun, stretched out his hand to turn on his own microphone, his Adam's apple moved, and asked: "Shui Wuhen, why do you copy my plot frame? Why do you want to change the ending of Liu Fengyue? Why do you want to pick it up? Start the story line that I abolished, and continue to write out the remaining four different movies?"

Wu Heng, who was responding to fan questions, suddenly silenced.

Qi Cong squeezed the microphone and continued: "On June 24, 2016, I published "Chivalrous Bone". In the afternoon, I posted a post for guidance. You are the third person to reply to my post, and the only one who spoke to me in the post. This newcomer shows a kind person."

"On the first day I added friends, we didn't talk about the plot in depth. You taught me a lot of rules on Jiangtian.com forums."

"Starting from the third day, we had a discussion about the plot. You sent me the outline and personality of your two works, and asked if I had an outline for "Chivalrous Bone"."

"When I met for half a month, I gave you Liu Fengyue's complete profile."

"When I met for a month, I revealed my reality information for the first time, telling you that I live in Haicheng."

The room in YY was deadly quiet, and those who couldn't wait to tell Shui Wuhen not to ignore the sound of the gurgling water after coming in, and said that this person was a fake, were all dumbfounded.

The barrage area of ​​the live broadcast room is also strangely quiet.

Everyone is stupid. And everyone can hear it, the tone of the gurgling water and Fengyuegu's speech has changed, it is no longer so flat, and the tone is full of serious... and solemn depression

Qi Cong didn't look at the comment area. He moved the mouse and clicked on the third small folder in the large folder.

Well, a large row of documents popped out with the creation date.

"Shui Wuhen, the Penguin number I used to contact you has indeed been cancelled, but this does not mean that I have no record of communicating with you here." Qi Cong clicked on the top and earliest document and opened it. "Didn’t I tell you? I have the habit of regularly summarizing and organizing ideas. Out of gratitude, I will take a screenshot of every important suggestion you make, and then write down my own according to your suggestions. Understand and build it into a document."

A document appeared on the screen. At the top of the document, a clear screenshot of the chat log in the Penguin chat box was lying quietly, bringing the old days to the present.

In the screenshot, the person commented as "Mr. Shui Wuhen" said: Is Liu Fengyue's character set too extreme? It is a hermit, but the murder is like hemp, and even the crime of killing his father is burdened by readers. Readers may not accept it.

The person whose ID is gurgling water replied: What you said makes sense, but if you pave the way for details, this person might also be brilliant.

Below the screenshot, a row of words says this.

[Teacher Shui Wuhen suggested that when writing a novel for the first time, the protagonist should be made more pleasing to the public. I think this suggestion is very practical, but I regret not using Liu Fengyue. I will try the advice of Teacher Wuhen in the next book. 】

Qi Cong looked at the purple horse with a bright green light but no sound, curled up his fingers unconsciously, and asked, "Shui Wuhen, Wu Heng, I need an explanation."

The barrage area was quiet for a long time, and then suddenly exploded.

-Fuck! The hammer caught off guard! Ahhhhhhhhh! I was shocked by the whole family, so this blogger is really gurgling? ? ?