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Chapter 3 I'm such a good person

Under such circumstances just now, this is the only way that Wen Yiqian could think of.

Although his acting skills were a bit clumsy, his fear of death overcame shame, and he didn't care about so much.

After all, the other party is just a character created by him, and it is not difficult to guess the other party’s psychology.

In addition, he has written too many similar plots, but now he really has a little bit of a casual meaning and has a taste.

If it is written, Wen Yiqian has more time to think, plan, and modify, and of course it can be handled better and more perfectly.

But in the situation where life was hanging on the line just now, being able to come up with this method is already a huge explosion of potential.

Wen Yiqian looked at his bloody right hand with a bitter face.

Sure enough, people have no brains when pretending.

If he does something like grabbing a knife with bare hands and lets him do it again, he will never have the courage.

Because...it hurts so much!

Calling an alarm is undoubtedly the best choice now.

Although Wen Yiqian's hands are covered in blood and his hands are still holding a knife, he looks more like a perverted murderer than the woman tied to the ground and blindfolded.

...

My brother Tan City Police Station, interrogation room.

"Why are you again?"

"Maybe I'm more unlucky."

Wen Yiqian looked at the two policemen, a man and a woman in front of him, and scratched his head.

The first time I entered the police station, I was stared at by two policemen, which was so cunning.

The male policeman looks over forties, has a black face, strong facial features, poor skin, and looks like the surface of the moon.

The female policeman is only in her twenties, with delicate facial features and fair skin. Even if she is plain and faces up, she is still so beautiful that she can't take her eyes open, giving people the feeling of first love.

With such obvious characteristics, Wen Yiqian could easily guess the identities of the two.

Most of the men are Li Weiguo and the captain of the criminal police team of Tan City.

The woman is his assistant, An Zhi, the female supporting role in the book.

In the previous plot in the book, the male protagonist was framed as a murderer by the other party because of a gamble with a pervert with high IQ.

Although the male protagonist used methods to clear the suspicion himself, it also left a deep impression on the two people in front of him.

"Tell me, what happened again this time?"

"Uh...that...in fact, I'm the victim."

"Yes, it was your call to the police.

When our police arrived at the scene, the murderer you mentioned was tied with his hands and feet, covered his face, lying on the ground, with his butt sticking out..."

"No, uncle police, listen to my explanation!"

...

In this incident, Wen Yiqian was indeed the victim.

Although the explanation is a bit complicated, the police are not stupid either. After some investigation and evidence collection, they finally figured out the truth.

After taking the record and clearing the suspicion, it was already evening.

An Zhi sent Wen Yiqian away from the police station.

"To be honest, you can come up with that way to deal with that pervert in that situation. I think you are quite awesome." An Zhi glanced at Wen Yiqian and smiled, "But if you weren't so handsome, that method might not be effective."

"Uh... well."

Wen Yiqian is an autistic otaku in reality. He has never spoken to such a beautiful girl. He was a little nervous for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"Well..." An Zhi pursed her lips, "Why... add WeChat?"

Wen Yiqian was about to nod when he suddenly remembered something.

When I called the police today, he always borrowed a cell phone from his neighbors.

Even if the writer is very meticulous, he usually won’t write such irrelevant things as the protagonist’s screen password lock.

For example, Wen Yiqian can at most describe it as "xx unlocks the mobile phone screen" without writing out the specific number of passwords, because it has no meaning except the number of water words.

But now, he regrets it very much.

The male protagonist in the book is cautious and does have a password lock on his mobile phone, but even the author, he doesn't know what it is because he was too lazy to write it when he wrote it.

Similarly, because of being lazy and not caring about these details, the male protagonist's phone cannot even unlock fingerprints.

Now Wen Yiqian is so bitter that he can't even unlock his phone, so he also adds a Hammer WeChat account.

Thinking of this, he could only shake his head and say, "Forget it."

"So cold." An Zhi couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Hearing this, Wen Yiqian's brows trembled. Although he wanted to explain, he always felt that it was a little strange.

It feels too shameful to ask the other party to copy a phone number.

As the author and the male lead, I still have some idol burden.

"Let's just send you here?" An Zhi stopped, took out her cell phone and looked at the time, and pointed at the way. "If the bus is there, you can go there if the subway is there. At this time, there should be still there."

"I'm so good-looking."

Wen Yiqian sighed silently in his heart, unable to help but look at the other person. Seeing that the other person also looked at him, he quickly withdrew his gaze and left with his head down.

If he asked him to evaluate his performance just now, he would probably be an autistic orphan, an Internet giant, an outrageously stupid and... awkward!

"Is it necessary to dislike me so much?" An Zhi looked at Wen Yiqian's hurriedly leaving, looked down at herself, and pouted in grievance.

...

"Just a female supporting role."

"Just a tool guy."

"I'm not interested."

Wen Yiqian fully utilized the spirit of Ah Q, kept bowing his head and muttering, and hurried to the bus stop.

What is the most important thing in writing a dark article?

Of course there is no female lead.

Wen Yiqian has been writing for so many years, let alone the heroine, most female characters have no good ending.

He was famous for killing his sister to prove his truth, so that his readers doubt whether he had a grudge against women.

Female supporting roles like An Zhi are tools in the book, push the plot, and then let the perverts kill and get hatred, and then they will be perfect.

But now Wen Yiqian's mood has become a little complicated after seeing An Zhi with his own eyes.

So beautiful, so cute, so real, it is completely different from the two fake Chinese characters on the screen when writing.

If one day the other party is really killed by a pervert, he feels he can't accept it.

Even if anyone was tortured, he could not accept it.

Although Wen Yiqian wrote a dark article, he has a very positive view of the three aspects and a pure personality. He is absolutely a bad person.

"Ye Gong Haolong" probably refers to him.

Shaking his head, Wen Yiqian put aside the messy thoughts in his mind.

I touched my pocket and only had one mobile phone.

In this era, mobile payment is popular, who can bring cash out?

"Why go back and borrow some money to take the bus now?"

Wen Yiqian thought about it and shook his head very decisively, unable to lose his face.

He grabbed his hair irritably and looked around with a bitter face.

"By the way... where did I live?"

"After all, I am the author of this book, and I am still the protagonist now. Can I be more miserable?"

"boom!"

A ray of light broke through the night sky, and the thunder suddenly rang out, which scared Wen Yiqian.

“It’s raining?”

He stretched out his hand and a drop of rain fell on his palm.

Wen Yiqian’s favorite weather is rainy.

Every time it rains, it creates a very comfortable atmosphere.

He has written many rainy scenes in his book, and every time, there must be perverted murderers appearing.

"It should be fine right next to the police station, right?"

In order to be at ease, Wen Yiqian turned his head and wanted to take a look at the police station not far away.
Chapter completed!
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