In a remote farmhouse courtyard in Longsha Town, Zhang Chu was sitting under the shade of the trees and blew a cool breeze. The natural wind was much more comfortable than the air conditioner, and it was so cool.

The fat orange cat looked at Zhang Chu with a contempt. The crackling sound of this guy typing the keyboard greatly affected the meow's sleep!

It has a cute name called Beibei, but it is not cute at all in Zhang Chu's opinion. Beibei always relies on the favor of Mrs. Lin to become the emperor at home and acts as the emperor all day long.

Beibei was lying under the jujube tree at this moment. It meowed twice as if it was accusing Zhang Chu of disturbing meow Qingmeng. The good times were tortured by the sound of typing.

"Qin Mu is still resolutely. How could he teach me to write mystery novels? It's obviously a slap in the face!"

Qin Mu just posted another long post. "In recent times, many new readers have joined the mystery novel, but most people don't know much about reasoning. At the same time, there are a few authors who start writing without knowing anything about reasoning. This is a very irresponsible manifestation of readers. Today I specially sorted out the relevant knowledge of mystery novels and popularized them with you. At the same time, I also taught young authors how to write reasoning. @Zhang Chu remember to read the complete text, which will be of great help to your writing!"

On the surface, this seems to be a popular science for readers and also to encourage younger generations, but anyone can see the sarcasm.

No one thinks there is anything wrong with this. It is natural for seniors to guide younger generations. The comments below basically talk about Qin Mu's series of teaching human beings.

Zhang Chu rolled his eyes and wrote on his micro blog: "The famous philosopher Nicholas Zhao Si once said a classic saying: Your brain has two parts. The left has nothing right, and the right has nothing left. After all, we, Qin Mu, are the second-in-commands in the number and letter worlds, and this sentence is very appropriate for him."

Originally, he didn't want to be too aggressive, but the other party refused to let go and openly posted a message. He even made a provocation, even @ himself. Of course, Zhang Chu wanted to fight back sharply.

Many netizens who follow him on Weibo actually did not read his works, but were keen on the sarcastic sentences he wrote, which seemed much more interesting than jokes.

Sure enough, new sentences are emerging now, and they are even both Chinese and English.

"I'm talking 666 times in a row for Lao Tie. It turns out that English is as profound as Chinese!"

"A newbie asked, who is Nicholas Zhao Si? Where did the philosopher come from?"

"Asian dance king, the leader of the four kings in the northeast."

"Zhang Chu is really a magical sentence. Even if I give all my English to the teacher, I can still get it."

"What a nonsense, you will get beaten up."

"The second in command of the digital world and the letter world? Is it the legendary 2B?"

"This is awesome, the divine sentence 2333"

"Talented, call Zhang Chu desperately!"

"You have to understand the puns of English to have a laugh. You can understand it but not express it."

Zhang Chu exclaimed a lot, but the most important thing now is to take out the works. It is said online that these are all details. Only by taking out excellent works can Qin Mu's mouth be blocked!

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"Good grandson, please help grandma take those two sheep back. Today I got rheumatism again."

Old Mrs. Lin walked from the house to the yard. She hammered her knees with her hand, and it hurt a lot when walking.

Zhang Chu quickly stood up and helped Old Lady Lin to the chair to sit down. He repeatedly agreed, "Okay, where are those two sheep?"

He had almost no experience in herding sheep, but seeing his grandmother's uncomfortable appearance, it was naturally impossible for her to get tired.

"Your uncle called and said they were on the grass in the east, tied to the trees with ropes. The sheep in our family were very obedient, and they were fattened and slaughtered during the Chinese New Year and ate really fresh mutton."

"Okay, you have a good rest, I'll be back in a while."

After Zhang Chu took his cell phone, he walked out of the yard, thinking that he was the top scorer in the college entrance examination and turned into a sheep-herding baby. It was really good.

While Mrs. Lin was sitting in the chair doing nothing, she looked at the orange cat on the railing not far away and shouted: "Babe, come here."

However, Beibei ignored her at all, licked the small meat pad and hair on her paws with her tongue, then closed her eyes again, and went to sleep with her front paws in her arms.

Old Mrs. Lin became idle. She looked at the laptop in front of her, "Why is this kid putting the computer outside? What if it rains or gets it fallen by Beibei?"

After saying that, she wanted to move the computer back to the house, but now there were a lot of words on the computer screen.

Old Lady Lin knew that her grandson had developed a writer's job, and she could see what she wrote.

She put on the reading glasses she carried with her, bent down and looked at them seriously.

【2008.

The humid and stuffy weather has lasted for nearly half a month. It was noon, and the road was empty, and occasionally a few cars were speeding past, rolling up sand and hot wind, choking into the lungs with extremely spicy choking.

The Yudu Malatang is very lively. In the narrow hall, several greasy dining tables are filled with people. The backs of diners are mostly soaked in sweat, but they do not affect their preference for Malatang. The sound of swallowing sounds one after another

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"You don't need a pen to water." A smile appeared on the man in black's face again. He stood up and pressed the other party's weak left wrist. There was a scalpel with a cold light in his hand.

After a brief sting, he heard a hissing sound like a water pipe rupture.

Blood splashed out, and he exclaimed instinctively stretched out his right hand to hold the wound.

However, even if the chain on the right wrist is stretched straight, there is still half a distance between the hands.

"Don't move, don't move." The man in black angrily retaliated and repositioned the position of the small plastic bucket, "Don't waste your ink."

The blood spurted into the bucket, making a click-and-click sound.

The man in black pressed and held him, who was still struggling, stuffed the pen back into his hand, and signaled him to write in the blood in the bucket.

He finally started crying, lying on the ground while crying, tremblingly writing down the answer to the first question. The bright red number "45" is particularly dazzling on the white paper.]

The first ones looked very lifelike, but when they arrived, cold sweat came out from Old Mrs. Lin’s forehead.

Is his grandson a pervert?

What novel is written here? Why did a man in black lock a student in the classroom and ask him to answer the questions at the beginning?

Although Old Lady Lin is old, she watches TV every day and knows all kinds of phenomena in society.

Zhang Chu seems to have not finished writing this article, but it feels so scary. She was just writing about students doing math problems, but the following is dead. The description is so specific that her old heart almost stopped!

"No, I have to call and ask."

Old Mrs. Lin took out her old phone, slowly found her daughter-in-law Chu Lan, and then started to call her.

"I said, "Then the hell, how do you educate your children? I just read the things written on his computer, which is so scary. You said he is a serial killer, should we surrender?"

Chu Lan was mopping the floor. She put the mop aside, and didn't understand what the old lady meant at all. "Mom, please talk slowly, what's going on!"

Old Mrs. Lin sighed, "Didn't Zhang Chu write a lot of words? I just happened to read it when I was fine, but it turned out that it was all about crime and was written in particular. How could a child know these things? Is he 18 years old? This must have been what he saw in school, otherwise others would have treated him like this!"

Mrs. Lin was so anxious that she was incoherent when she cut someone's wrist and asked him to dip his blood to do math problems.

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The third in the new book list of signed authors!

Thank you for your support, but we are still a little greedy and want to sit in this position for a few more hours.
Chapter completed!