reckless detective

Chapter 421 Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said (7)

Reaper's Scythe: Is there?Did you see my message?

Reaper's Scythe: You haven't committed suicide, have you?No, you don't have the guts

Sitting in front of the computer, Minghui was delighted, "This guy also knows how to attack."

She replied unhurriedly: Do you dare?
Death's Scythe: I dare not die alone, it's too bleak
Minghui replied: Me too

Minghui: A person died in a rented house, no one noticed the smell, it was too miserable
Reaper's Scythe: Maybe we can be companions
Minghui paused for a moment, all this seemed to be going too smoothly, so smoothly that people couldn't believe it.

Is this a deal?
Minghui asked Wu Cuo: "Leader, should I continue to push the boat along the way, or increase the difficulty and test the other party?"

"Testing him shouldn't be so smooth, it's too simple and he might get suspicious."

"okay."

Minghui: I can't let go of my parents, what will they do if I die

Death's Scythe: Living for yourself is not good enough, what ability do you have to consider others?

This reply came very quickly, and the persuasion came one after another.

Death's Scythe: How long have you had that thought?

Reaper's Scythe: Is it still there?Tell me about your life, why do you want to die?
Ming Fai: Lovelorn

Reaper's Scythe: Pretty much what I thought
Minghui: What else can you guess?
Death's Scythe: Is there a reward for guessing correctly?

Minghui: What reward do you want?
Death's Scythe: Suicide together, let me accompany you through the last journey, if you are willing, it will be my honor
Minghui: It seems like a good idea.

Reaper's Scythe: Then you agreed?I'm starting to guess?
Minghui: I promise, guess what?
Death's Scythe: You are not working well
Minghui: This doesn’t count, anyone who reads my Weibo knows that

Death's Scythe: Don't worry, it's just the beginning

Death's Scythe: Bank employee, job is not going well, income should not be high, the cost of living in Jingbei City is not low, you often worry about money, most of your salary should be used to pay rent, right?Careful budgeting but still not enough to spend

Death's Scythe: Your colleagues discuss the newly purchased clothes and cosmetics every day. You have no common language with them. No wonder you have a bad relationship with your colleagues.
Reaper's Scythe: After all, it's all because of money
Minghui: ...

Reaper's Scythe: Am I right?

Death's Scythe: I also know that your troubles in love are also related to money, poor and lowly couples are always sad
Death's Scythe: One more thing, it might hurt you to say it
Minghui: I'm not even afraid of death, why am I afraid of what you say?

Reaper's Scythe: Well, you don't look good
Death's Scythe: A good-looking girl can always have both sides, even if she makes a mistake at work, she is easier to be forgiven, and the unhappiness is naturally much less

Death's Scythe: Feelings are not easy to get hurt, after all, good-looking girls have spare tires in line
Death's Scythe: I'm so blunt, sorry
Minghui couldn't bear it anymore and tapped the keyboard, "Asshole! What an asshole! This is a person who wants to die. If he is stimulated by his words, he will not seek death!"

"That's right, it's so heartbreaking." Xiao Bai agreed, "He just wants others to die!"

Wu patted Minghui on the shoulder by mistake, "Control your emotions, pay attention, although it caused a little trouble and twists and turns for him in the middle, but in general, we want to let him lead by the nose, and everything is for the sake of being asked out by him to meet."

Minghui finally suppressed his anger and continued to pay attention to the opponent's movements.At this moment, the other party sent a few more messages.

Reaper's Scythe: In fact, you already know this in your heart, so I don't need to say it, otherwise you wouldn't want to die
Death's Scythe: I know, I'm not trying to ridicule you, but I've been there, I understand that kind of despair
Death's Scythe: What is terrible is not death, but the courage to die is worn away by despair, stuck in the mud, and you become mud

Minghui: You guessed it right

Death's Scythe: Don't Forget Our Bet

Minghui deliberately did not speak.

Death's Scythe: Are you unhappy?

Minghui: I have forgotten what happiness is
Minghui: Are you mud?

Reaper's Scythe: Yes
Minghui: You don’t dare to die anymore?

Death's Scythe: I'm Just Like You

Minghui sneered, and scolded "bastard" again.

Anyone can see that the other party just wants to turn the topic on the two committing suicide together. As long as Minghui admits that he is the same as him, he can make this request along the way.

Minghui didn't say anything.

Minghui: I have to thank you, it was you who reminded me to die early, I chose tonight, no hesitation
Minghui: You are wrong, I am different from you, continue to be your mud
The other party uncharacteristically did not answer.

From the previous conversation, several people clearly felt that the other party was already prepared, and he responded very quickly, even revealing his impatience in his words.

At this moment, did Minghui's resolute death-seeking attitude satisfy him?
Or, was he stumped?
Several people waited anxiously, and Wu Cuo even rubbed his hands nervously.

Yan Ruyu sat on Wu Cuo's seat on the ground, playing games on his computer.

He wore headphones, stared at the screen intently, and tapped the keyboard.

Just when Wu Cuo couldn't help but want to ask his opinion, the other party finally answered.

Death's Scythe: I wish you could

wait.

There is no text.

continue waiting.

Still no text.

"Go back or not?" Minghui was at a loss.

Wu Cuo shook his head, "Leave him alone."

In the evening, the criminal police who had been busy all day were finally able to go home to rest. Wu Cuo took the key to open the door and said worriedly: "I think I played Dafa today."

"how?"

"What if 'Reaper's Scythe' doesn't contact us anymore?"

"I think you did a great job today."

"real?!"

With Yan Ruyu's words, a big stone fell from Wu Cuo's heart, and his depression was swept away.

Yan Ruyu entered the room, washed himself an apple, and threw an orange to Wu Cuo, "Think about it, a person who is full of resentment in real life but has nowhere to vent, and even wants to die, in the online world , how will it behave?"

"Vent negative emotions everywhere."

"With the release of negative emotions, do you still want to commit suicide?" Yan Ruyu shook her head.

Wu didn't understand, "If you say that, it's a paradox."

"It's all to the point of committing suicide. I've suppressed my emotions for too long, and the valve for managing emotions has broken. She has lost the ability to get angry with others."

Wu Cuo spread his hands and signaled Yan Ruyu to continue talking.

"Minghui must have researched and even talked to other people who have suicidal thoughts. Even on the Internet, they are not very good at expressing themselves.

What Minghui did today was right, and she was well prepared, which made me look at her with admiration. "

"The question is, what if that 'Reaper's Scythe' stops playing with us?"

"No, our performance was within his expectations."

Wu Cuo was still worried, but with Yan Ruyu's booster, he still calmed down and went to sleep.

Have a good rest, there are many things tomorrow.

Yan Ruyu didn't sleep.

In fact, not long after Wu Cuo fell asleep, the "Scythe of Death" sent a message.

Reaper's Scythe: I guess you failed, death requires a lot of courage, and there are not many people who can attack themselves
Death's Scythe: Am I right?

Death's Scythe: Don't forget our bet, maybe I can help you

　Friends who pay attention to "The Author's Words" should have discovered it a long time ago. I used to like to ramble here, and I haven't posted "The Author's Words" for a long time recently.

　　I’m ashamed to say that, after all, in your eyes, I’m probably a full-time joker and a part-time code dog. It’s really wrong to put the cart before the horse, since many friends ask for it (actually, not many people ask for it, but it’s more respectable to say so) , right?) I will continue to say something in the "Author's Words", hoping that it will not affect everyone's reading experience.

　　It should have been a wave of thanks first, I haven't thanked you for your rewards, recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, and book reviews for too long, but I don't want to say it.

　　How should I say the reason... For example: when you are watching a live broadcast, if you hear the anchor say in a boring voice: "Thank you to a local tycoon for sending me a Lamborghini, I love you, okay?" Create a mentality of "I will give some too, and I want her to name and thank her"? ... Anyway, I have this kind of mentality ...

　　It's all routines!

　　I won't say it, but please believe me, whenever I see news about rewards, recommended tickets, monthly tickets, and book reviews in the background, I am extremely grateful.

　　If I don't say it, let me keep some sincerity, we are tacit, okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)