Chapter 11 Who am I and where am I?
At midnight, the bar street in Binjiang City is as bright as day.
Wen Yao and a few good friends drank and chatted for more than two hours and were already a little tipsy.
After realizing that she was feeling a little dizzy, she put down her glass.
Although I had previously vowed not to go home until I was drunk, it is still difficult for people who are not used to drinking to get drunk, especially in a place like a bar.
She began to watch her friends drink, and then savored the joy in her heart.
Two years after graduation, I earned my first million.
After being a street thief for three years, I became famous with a book. In the future, I will be considered a big shot in selling TV copyrights.
If you think about it carefully, writing a god-level novel isn't that difficult! Wen Yao thought complacently.
Keep up with the trend, write about a popular topic, and then focus on the emotional development of the male and female protagonists. Hey, you can easily make a million dollars.
On the way home, Wen Yao couldn't help humming a little tune and made an appointment with her best friend to go house-hunting the next day. Although with this little money, she could only look at a small house in the suburbs of Binjiang, it was still a house after all!
When I got home, I realized that the wine was very strong and I was feeling more and more dizzy.
I was originally going to take a shower, but when I walked into the room and saw the bed, I couldn’t help but lie down on it, and then I couldn’t get up again. It was so comfortable lying there!
It was midnight, everything was quiet, the alcohol was taking effect on me, the head was spinning, I felt groggy and fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but I could vaguely hear someone talking.
"Who are you?"
"Tell me, who are you?"
The man's voice was slow and deep, yet full of danger.
Like an ordinary citizen being questioned by the police, Wen Yao immediately became timid. Moreover, she was still confused and spoke unconsciously: "I... I am Wen Yao..."
"Wen Yao? What do you do? Do you write novels?"
Wen Yao thought: "He even knows that I'm a novelist..."
The voice sounded again: "What kind of novel are you writing?"
"'Break off the engagement, the next one will be better'."
Wen Yao had no idea what happened next.
My head feels so heavy, my brain is like a mess, I can’t think of anything, I just want to sleep.
Drinking is indeed not advisable, she thought vaguely.
After an unknown amount of time, a basin of cold water was poured on her face.
She suddenly woke up, and before she could react, a force grabbed her shoulders and dragged her in front of a computer screen.
She didn't have time to look at her surroundings or the person who caught her. Her whole body was limp and her brain was completely unable to think.
"Write, it's raining heavily." said the person who was holding her shoulders.
Every word carried an unquestionable command.
She glanced to the side and caught a glimpse of a man, who spoke again: "Write."
There was only one word, but you could tell it was an ultimatum.
Wen Yao's mind was completely fogged, the alcohol still seemed to be taking over her thoughts. In her confusion, she used muscle memory to type a line of words:
"It's raining heavily."
After half a second of silence, the man said, "Lu Wan called Jiang Yue."
The names of these two people were names that she remembered very clearly, and she could type them out without even thinking.
For someone who has been writing for a long time, writing a line about his novel is easy.
Is she writing the sequel in her dream?
Wen Yao thought in confusion.
After this time, there was another half day of silence.
The screen in front of her gradually became blurred, and she leaned weakly on the table and fell asleep again.
It seemed as if the dream was over and the world was quiet again.
…
When Wen Yao woke up, the first thing that came to her mind was that she had received a million yuan in copyright fees, and from then on she was a rich person.
happy.
Then I remembered that I drank alcohol last night.
When I left the bar, I could still walk and talk, but when I got home, I fell asleep like a dead person.
She also had a dream in which someone asked her who she was and what she did.
Just then, a "Woo-woo" alarm sounded in my ears.
The serviced apartment where she lived was right next to the main street, so she could often hear various alarms coming from the street, which was not entirely surprising.
Just opening her eyes, she began to wonder: Why are there stars above my head?
So, isn't she sleeping in her own house?
When she turned her head, she was shocked to find that there was a person lying next to her!
Wen Yao was completely sober and sat up immediately, then was stunned by the scene in front of her.
It was a desolate place, she was lying on the ground, and there was another person lying next to her.
It was a young woman. Her long hair covered most of her face, so her features could not be seen clearly, and she had no time to look.
Because the horrifying thing was that the light blue skirt on the woman's chest was stained bright red with blood.
She died...
This is a corpse. Why am I lying with it?
Then Wen Yao saw her hands, which were covered in blood, and in her right hand was a bloody dagger.
"ah--"
She couldn't help but scream, and she quickly threw away the dagger in her hand and took a few steps back in panic.
She wanted to tell herself that this was a dream and wanted to wake up immediately, but everything seemed so real.
She could smell the scent of soil and grass outside the wilderness, as well as the strong smell of blood, and could feel the coolness of the night wind.
There was a residential building in the distance with a few lights scattered around. The alarm that was heard earlier was getting closer and closer, and it was almost certain that it was coming towards this side.
This is real. She knows that there is no sense of smell in dreams. Since she can smell the odor, this is not a dream, but reality.
But where is this, what is she doing, and what happened before?
Wen Yao felt weak all over, and the more she tried to clear her mind, the more she couldn't remember anything.
She wanted to use her cell phone to call a friend or her parents for help, but she searched for them but found nothing.
I couldn't help crying.
Did she really kill someone? But she didn't recognize the body in front of her, and she had never been to this place before.
Just then, she heard the sound of a motor. She looked up and saw that a black car had parked nearby.
"Get in the car."
The car window was rolled down and she could see a dark figure in the driver's seat. It seemed to be a man, but they were too far away and the night was too dark for her to see his face.
"If you don't want to go to jail, get in the car," the man said again.
"But... who are you?" Wen Yao thought to herself, but at this moment she was already in a state of daze and did not have the strength or thinking ability to ask this question.
Compared to the strange man and strange car in front of her, she trusted the approaching police car more.
At this moment, the man in the car seemed to glance in her direction, and then said, "You seem to have forgotten that you cannot guarantee your innocence. If you want to know what happened and want to escape from prison, take the dagger and follow me, Wen Yao."
Wen Yao looked at him blankly.
He actually called out her name!
So he knew her!
And he seemed to understand the situation she was facing better than she did.
The alarm was getting closer and closer. Wen Yao looked at the corpse next to her, then at the dagger on the ground. She didn't know how to judge the current situation. For some unknown reason, she listened to him, picked up the dagger and walked into his car.
As soon as she got in the car, it sped away and drove towards the brightly lit area ahead.
She found herself in a place she did not recognize at all.
Although she saw the familiar "Youjia Convenience Store" and the familiar "Coco Milk Tea", she had no idea where this street scene and these buildings were, and couldn't even tell which district they were.
Then, her head became dizzy again, and she noticed a strange smell in the car.
"you……"
Before she could finish her words, she fell asleep again.
The man in the driver's seat glanced at her, his face cold as ice.
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