Following that, an extremely complex pattern appeared, like a contract.
The next moment, a ball of blue flame, like the gaping maw of the god of death to devour the dead, completely swallowed up the page of paper and disappeared into thin air, without even a speck of dust left.
Disaster Book.
Nineteen pages left!
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Capital city.
Brilliant Entertainment.
Zhang Huihuang collapsed limply on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, with no luster in his eyes.
He was thinking.
What should I do to get out of this matter?
Although this is not a capital crime, it is enough to make you spend a few years in prison.
“La la la!!”
I don’t know how long it was before the phone that had fallen to the ground suddenly rang.
The ringing restored some of Zhang Huihuang's energy. He turned his head and looked over.
Caller ID.
Deng Feipeng!
My best friend, my best brother.
They have been playing together since they were young, and have been in the same school from elementary school, junior high school, high school to college.
Having slept with the same woman, they both knew each other's secrets. Sometimes, when Zhang Huihuang did something wrong, he would take the initiative to confide in Deng Feipeng.
Since the establishment of Brilliant Entertainment, he has been helping me with many of my tasks.
“La la la!!”
The phone is still ringing.
Zhang Huihuang slowly reached out, picked up the phone, answered it, and heard Deng Feipeng's voice.
"Brother Huihuang, um... there's something I'm really sorry about."
"What's the matter?" Zhang Huihuang didn't look too shocked, he just said weakly.
He knew Deng Feipeng too well. Whenever he did something wrong, he would come and plead in this tone.
There are too many things to do.
On average, one case per week.
But they are all small things.
Zhang Huihuang just smiled and let it go.
"That..." Deng Feipeng was still hesitating.
Zhang Huihuang frowned and said, "Hurry up and tell me, I'm thinking about something."
"Since when have you been so procrastinating?"
"Ahem!" Deng Feipeng coughed twice, then slowly said, "I was just in a group chat with 2,000 people, and when I was sending photos to the group, I accidentally sent a few photos."
"Send me a few photos. You've been talking to me for so long. Are you having too much fun again?" Zhang Huihuang's tone was a little angry.
When posting photos, also talk to yourself.
You are really sick!
"No," Deng Feipeng said quickly, "of those three photos, one is of you raping someone, one is of you holding a knife with someone lying at your feet, and the last one is of you taking medicine..."
Hearing this, Zhang Huihuang's eyes became bloodshot and he roared.
"Deng Feipeng!!"
"You bastard!"
"Didn't I ask you to delete those for me?"
"You're still keeping it!"
"Are you thinking about ripping me off sometime?!"
If the official investigates these three photos.
It’s enough to send Zhang Huihuang to hell.
If everything he did was found out.
It is enough for Zhang Huihuang to go to the eighteenth level of hell and enjoy luxurious treatment.
"No, no, no, Brother Huihuang, this is just an accident." Deng Feipeng said quickly, "It's really just an accident. I didn't expect this to happen."
Zhang Huihuang ignored Deng Feipeng's explanation, gritted his teeth, and threw the phone out heavily.
It fell apart in an instant!
“Damn!!”
Immediately afterwards, a roaring sound rang out in the small room.
After yelling.
Zhang Huihuang sat down heavily on the ground.
He stared at the clock in front of him with wide eyes, like a dead dog.
The room soon fell silent, leaving only the sound of seconds passing by.
“Tick!”
“Tick-tock!!!”
Normally, I can't hear it at all.
But at this time, Zhang Huihuang heard it clearly, even in his mind, it slowly sounded, and then, a vague shadow of a clock appeared, its outline became clearer and clearer, and the sound of the minute hand passing by became louder and louder, even making Zhang Huihuang feel that his life was counting down.
“Tick!”
“Tick-tock!!!”
Nine forty-five.
Zhang Huihuang slowly stood up, looked at the alarm clock on the wall, bit his finger hard, and wrote a sentence with blood.
"If there is an afterlife, I want to be a dog!"
Nine fifty.
Zhang Huihuang turned his head and looked at the window, as if he had made some decision, and walked over step by step.
Pulling open the curtains, the beautiful night view of the capital city was reflected in Zhang Huihuang's eyes.
Open the window.
“Hoohoo!!”
The cold wind at night rushed into the house madly, and Zhang Huihuang's hair was blown into disarray like a mad woman.
Nine fifty-five.
Zhang Huihuang sat by the window, feeling the breeze, looking at the night view, smoking a cigarette, and many things emerged in his mind.
From childhood to adulthood, there are good and bad things.
As he thought about it, tears slowly flowed from Zhang Huihuang's pupils.
“I wanted to be a good person.”
As soon as the words fell.
After taking a last look at the night view of Beijing, Zhang Huihuang closed his eyes and jumped.
“Tick!”
The minute hand of the clock on the wall reached the starting point, and the time froze at nine fifty-six.
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