The Last Train to Hell

It's like a hot potato. I might as well throw it down from the building quickly, which will also be considered as putting my mind at ease.

Anyway, if this phone appears in my life again, I won't turn it on.

Throwing it down from the building means that he has money, so he buys phones every day.

He has the ability, so he restores this phone every day, one by one, one or two by two.

Let's see whether it's more troublesome for him to send the phone over or for me to throw the phone down.

Throwing the phone down is just a matter of raising your hand.

You don't even need to use force, gravity alone can break the phone into pieces.

In addition, there are people coming and going in the community every day, and the phone is directly smashed to pieces.

It's a normal thing, it can't be more normal!

"Then let's ignore this matter for the time being. Anyway, I don't think this software is that scary."

Broken Eyebrow said very objectively, and I think so too.

And I think that the person behind this software is not Jinsuocheng, but Lin Hualong.

If it is really Lin Hualong, then what is his intention to use this software to intimidate me?

Is there any other purpose? I thought of Lin Hualong's insistence on going to Shan'ao Village to find a magic weapon.

Now it seems that he may not have achieved his wish.

And I was injured in Shan'ao Village, and I was seriously injured.

If he wanted to encourage me to go to Shan'ao Village, I would probably not agree.

But he used this method to force me to go to Shan'ao Village. Even if I was reluctant, I would probably be forced to agree.

Is that really the case? If that's the case, then I'm afraid I have to add a little more cunning to my analysis of Lin Hualong.

Originally, I thought he was a man of deep thoughts, but now it seems that he is not as simple as I thought.

I originally just put him in the category of deep thoughts.

Now it seems that he is more than deep thoughts, he is simply unfathomable.

I think this mobile phone should be related to Lin Hualong, the thing that appeared just now.

It is very likely that Lin Hualong invited some foreign aid, and he can summon some strange things with talisman paper.

I think it should be like this, so I told Duanmei like this.

Broken Eyebrow nodded, without showing any surprise on his face.

Then he sighed and said to me out of the blue.

"Go back and rest for a while. I think I need to sort out some things. A lot of things happened today, and my mind is a bit confused."

He said so, and I didn't want to disturb him anymore.

Things are sorted out bit by bit. You can't eat a fat man in one go.

If you have to eat a fat man in one go, it's hard for people.

For so long, I have tried to analyze the situation myself, but I always get myself confused.

Now that there is finally off-field assistance, of course I dare not disturb others to analyze the situation.

I am just waiting for Broken Eyebrow to analyze the situation, so that I can hug the thigh naturally.

This time, I have to hug the thigh tightly.

I hope Broken Eyebrow is not an undercover sent by others.

Don't give me another time. If someone gives me another time now, I think I'm afraid I will explode.

I went back to the room, and I felt particularly excited.

It was like a very difficult thing, which was easily solved by me.

Although I know that smashing the phone to pieces is not a perfect way.

But it still seems to be quite refreshing, at least the anger in my heart is completely vented.

Otherwise, I will be affected by this phone all the time, and I think I will go crazy sooner or later.

One day, I will be furious and do something unacceptable.

For so long, I have really had enough of the influence of the surrounding environment.

Fortunately, Duanmei has never deliberately influenced my opinion.

For my opinions, he mostly supports them?

This makes me feel very relieved about him.

Like before, I was completely in a passive state, while Lin Hualong and others were in an active state.

I obeyed them, and I wanted to make my own decisions.

They would also deny it directly. I actually want to say that I am a person, and everyone has their own ideas.

Even the softest person will have their own ideas.

Why should I listen to them in everything, instead of them listening to me?

Now I don’t want to listen to them, but they don’t give up, and try every means to interfere with my life.

But what right do they have to come and interfere with my life? Why do they come and interfere with my life?

I thought about it in my heart, and I became more determined. I rubbed my temples that were hurting my stomach.

I fell asleep soon.

In my dream, I was face to face with the strange thing outside the door again.

This time he didn't. He looked so scary just now. I always think he is a little cute.

Except for those eyes, he really looks a little cute.

He even feels a little weak, as if he is just pretending to be angry.

Is it really that simple? Even in my dream, I am on guard against it.

I didn't get close to him, and I was a little far away from him.

He looked at me and avoided it all the time, and he even showed a sad expression.

This is strange. I don't know what this thing is. What is it?

He even showed a sad expression to me. Could it be that we knew each other before?

The bloody eyeballs kept blinking at me.

After a long, long time, I heard this thing, Jiaojiao softly shouted to me.

"Master, I am Maomao."

He is Maomao. I thought of the dog I had when I was ten years old.

After the last dog got old, it was lost inexplicably.

I was still sad for a long time. It was my blind grandpa who told me that cats and dogs are very spiritual.

When he is old and dying, he will run away from home to prevent his owner from being sad when he sees his body.

So Maomao may have run away from home. Are you afraid that I will be sad when I see its body?

I comforted myself like this, but I felt that there must be other reasons.

"You said you were that little flowery native dog Maomao."

I just find it unbelievable. This weird thing seems to be extremely harmful.

It's not the same thing as my docile puppy Maomao.

And if he was Maomao, how could he become like this?

"I'm not a little flower dog, I'm a big yellow dog, okay? Has the master forgotten me?"

The black thing actually made a whimpering sound.

Now I was finally sure that it was really that little local dog Maomao.

He is indeed not a little flower dog, but a big yellow dog, even though he is very big.

But he is stupid and extremely loyal to me.

When I was a child, I got into trouble and was punished by my blind grandfather. He also wanted to give me half of his dog food.