Amnesia Guide Of A Mermaid

Zhuang Yan comforted Master Zhuang and returned home. He stood at the door, took out the newly equipped key, poked it into the keyhole, and twisted his wrist gently with a click.

Zhuang Yan pushed the door open and walked in.

He did n’t return home for more than half a month. The last time he left, the clean and tidy ground was deliberately cleaned. The closet drawers were all wide open. The contents were turned over and thrown away casually in the living room The desks and chairs are crooked, and the mattresses and bedding in the bedroom have been turned over. They have n’t even let the kitchen pass. Bottles and pots shattered to the ground. It seems to have been looted here.

Zhuang Yan picked up the clothes on the ground without expression, threw it into the bathroom, lifted all the chairs that fell on the ground one by one, then took out the cleaning tools and cleaned them from the inside out.

They were convinced that they were dead, and Father Zhuang would never come out of the hospital again, so they would be so unscrupulous.

Zhuang Yan tidied up his home, and found that the USB flash drive he put in the bedside table was gone. He turned on the computer, his Baidu cloud account was also hacked, and all the contents were missing.

He sat in a chair with the mouse in his right hand and looked at the 404 numbers on the screen with a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

He can now be sure that the Angkor that Zhao Wei shouted at that time was Wu Lianshui.

Zhuang Yan had evidence of Wu Lianshui's counterfeit punches. Wu Lianshui had wanted to buy this evidence before, but he refused it. He wanted to find out the truth about the incident that year, and then he planned to take this evidence How to deal with.

Wu Lianshui couldn't wait. He couldn't stand the feeling of letting others hold the handle. He must let Zhuang Yan die.

Zhuang Yan leaned his body back, and now the two people who wanted him to die had been found together. It was impossible for him to do anything that had never happened. He never complained with virtue.

It was just that Wu Lianshui's evidence of counterfeiting was taken back by him, and Wenjia was not something he could easily deal with. Zhuang Yan looked at the white ceiling above his head and closed his eyes.

What should he do to make these people pay the price?

He can beat Wu Lianshui again on the boxing ring, but this is not enough. What else should he do with Wen Jia? And grandpa's illness, he had to find a way to recover it in a short time.

If he went to Wenjia to ask, would Wenjia hand over the life-saving medicine?

A long sigh echoed in the bedroom,

Zhuang Yan's waist was suddenly scalded. He opened his eyes, his gray eyes flashed a trace of doubt, and reached into his pocket, where there was only a scale given to him by a mermaid.

Regarding the description of the scale that Mr. Qin wanted to find, he broke into Zhuang Yan's mind for no reason. He put the scale in his hand to play, and his thumb rubbed back and forth on the surface of this scale. This would be what Mr. Qin wanted to find. The piece?

Zhuang Yan shook his head. It was still early outside, but he was already dreaming.

...

After Zhuang Yan was Shen Hai, Zhao Wei got the money from Angkor the next day. He paid back all the gambling debts he had owed a while ago, with a small amount left in his hand, so he could n’t help it. He went to gamble again, and he had a lot of luck that day. He won a lot of money and came back. Zhao Wei bought a stack of paper money and went to the beach to burn it to Zhuang Yan.

But his good luck did not last too long. After calling Zhuang Yan to hold the funeral, his good luck seemed to be coming to an end. He owed more than 100,000 gambling debts the night before yesterday.

The creditor called him 24 hours a day, urging him to repay the money: "Zhao Wei, when exactly do you owe the money?"

Zhao Wei can only plead with the other party over and over again: "For another two days, and for two days, I must have all my money together."

But with such a large sum, how can he pay it back.

After the creditor hung up, Zhao Wei squatted on the ground with his head, took out his mobile phone and opened the address book, and found that he had no relatives or friends left. There was originally a Zhuang Yan, but he is now dead.

Zhao Wei turned the address book from the beginning to the end, and finally set his sights on the name Wu Lianshui. He did so many things for Wu Lianshui. He should help himself.

Zhao Wei called Wu Lianshui's phone and carefully asked the other party: "Angkor, can you lend me some money?"

"Zhao Wei, you also know that Angkor's hands are actually not too generous, and can borrow you a few hundred at most."

Zhao Wei did n’t believe Wu Lianshui ’s bullshit. He is now a boxing champion. Even an endorsement advertisement is hundreds of thousands, and he can only send him a few hundred dollars. Zhao Wei did not dare to threaten Wu Lianshui, although he has some evidence in his hand. But Wu Lianshui was so cruel, he didn't want to turn his head when he wasn't necessary.

Zhao Wei asked Wu Lianshui quietly for a long time, but in the end it only asked for 3,000 yuan. Wu Lianshui hung up the phone impatiently.

Zhao Wei sat down on the ground, scolding at the phone, and Wu Lianshui came up with such a small amount of money and was simply sending a call to Hua Zi.

At this time, he suddenly remembered Zhuang Yan's good coming. He remembered that when Zhuang Yan got the boxing champion's bonus for the first time, he was willing to give all the bonus to himself to pay off the debt. Unfortunately, Zhuang Yan's good duration was too short.

On the first night of Zhuang Yan's death, Zhao Wei still had some guilt in his heart, but after all the remuneration was entered into his account, the insignificant guilt soon disappeared.

This is not the first time he has betrayed Zhuang Yan. The last time he took a medicine in Zhuang Yan ’s cup, not only made Zhuang Yan carry the infamy of counterfeiting, but also made him dazed during the fight. Later, he fell directly from the boxing platform, and his waist hit the steel column, so he had to withdraw from boxing.

Zhao Wei didn't want to promise Wu Lianshui that time, but he lost money in gambling. Those people threatened him that if he didn't return the money, he chopped his hand. He thought about asking Zhuang Yan to borrow money, but Zhuang Yan had warned him before that if he was found to be gambling again, he would be sent to prison.

Zhao Wei knew that Zhuang Yan did what he said, and he felt that Zhuang Yan was too cruel. They had been brothers for many years, and he even wanted to send himself to prison.

Finally, he agreed to Wu Lianshui to add the medicine to Zhuang Yan's glass.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wei's eyes turned and suddenly had a good idea. Isn't Zhuang Yan dead now? He was also a famous person in the boxing world at any time. The news of his death should be able to sell a few dollars.

Zhao Wei rubbed up from the ground, ran to the computer, and searched several sports media's contact information from the Internet: "I want to sell you a news ..."

One night, Zhao Wei called six or seven media. In order to ensure the authenticity of his news, he also sent photos of Zhuang Yan's funeral to these media.

After all, Zhuang Yan has retired from boxing for some time. Many new fans may not have heard of the name at all. Now Wu Lianshui, who won the gold belt of the boxing champion three times in a row, is the new favorite of the media.

But for big news like death, the media still have to report it politely. The space occupied is certainly not too large. The editors worked overtime overnight and quickly thought about the title and content of the news.

The next day, the major sports newspapers all reported the news of Zhuang Yan's death, with unique headlines.

"The Fall of the Genius Boxer"

"Stain on the Gold Belt"

"His Past, His Glory"

"Walk all the way, may heaven be as good as yesterday"

...

These articles are similar, but they have popularized the honors Zhuang Yan had won on the boxing ring in those years, and condemned him for counterfeiting, as well as the regret that he was forced to withdraw from boxing.

Boxing enthusiasts were also surprised to see this news. The name Zhuang Yan has not appeared in their sight for a long time, and now they are talking more about boxing champion Wu Lianshui in their forums, and Many new faces.

As for Zhuang Yan's counterfeit punch, he will go wherever he likes to be cool. Now, Zhuang Yan is really cold.

These people in the forum finally tolerated a lot, without the extreme curse of the past, but still condemned Zhuang Yan.

[In my heart, Zhuang Yan has been dead since the moment he played counterfeit punches]

[It ’s still a pity, if Zhuang Yan was forced to withdraw from the boxing world without counterfeiting, now it ’s estimated that the boxing champion has nothing to do with Wu Lianshui]

[Come on, someone who fights counterfeit is what he can do after he has talent]

[The deceased is big, go all the way]

[To be honest, although Zhuang Yan played fake punches, but after he withdrew from the boxing world, the game was almost nothing to look at.]

...

There was a lot of discussion on the forum. These boxing fans are also curious about how Zhuang Yan died. He is only 23 years old this year. Why did he go at a young age?

The driver brother who sent Zhuang Yan to the hospital that day saw the news, and he remembered Zhuang Yan that night. His face was indeed pale and abnormal under the street light.

The brother of the driver felt a cool breeze blowing in his back. He fought a cold war and quickly got into his wife's arms.

Although these breaking news made Zhao Wei a small fortune, but compared to more than one hundred thousand debts, it was nothing but a lot of money. At this time, a sports media called Zhao Wei and wanted to invite him to do an interview , Talk about Zhuang Yan.

The other party's remuneration wasn't enough to stop the teeth. Zhao Wei refused without thinking. It was just that the phone had just hung up. Wu Lianshui also called him and asked if he had agreed to the magazine's interview.

Zhao Wei froze for a moment, not knowing how Wu Lianshui knew about it. He told Wu Lianshui what he had just refused to interview.

Wu Lianshui originally thought that Zhuang Yan was dead and would never come out to hinder his eyes. As a result, as soon as he opened the boxing forum, he watched those stupid straight men stepping on each other. Let Zhuang Yan die even worse.

Anyway, the dead cannot speak.

The author has something to say:

Zhuang Yan: Hee hee, Sephorus, can't think of it, didn't die!