For half a second, Wang Jianren, who was trying to open his brains and thinking, almost really thought that this was an adventure in Xiaobai's book. A system that fell from the sky hit him with a golden finger. From then on, he would start a low-key pretending to slap the dandy in the face. Countless white and rich beauties opened their harem and embarked on the peak of their lives. But he was not the protagonist of Xiaobai after all. He did not accept this talent that was completely contrary to common sense every second. His basic logical ability was still there. After thinking for a few seconds, he slapped his head and understood: Fatty Mu actually made this joke for himself.

There are at least hundreds of people who are also harassed by this alarm, but not many people know their phone number. In addition, they use this obscure and weird and funny way to suggest that they have done it. After thinking about it, only Fatty Mu is the only one. Yesterday he said that he would not keep up with the times and not read the system-streamed novels. How could he have a joke for himself immediately today? But what does that mean by 100 yuan? He really wants to give it to him?

Wang Jianren was a little uneasy when he thought of a reward of 100 oceans. If the text message said 110,000 million, it would be a pure joke, but it would be a little bit possible for just 100 yuan. During this period, Fatty Mu would not have to go to bed. Spending 100 yuan to solve this problem, it was really not a luxury for him to play games, watch cartoons or chat. 100 yuan is indeed a luxury for him. For himself, 100 yuan is a real

I don’t have to worry about my livelihood when I have a huge sum of 2,000 yuan, but it’s a small amount of money. Think about it carefully, I only have 50 yuan for him to feed his cats a day, and it only costs 100 yuan to solve the noise. Sure enough, are gal and cartoons the most sacred and inviolable wealth in the world of otaku? It just so happened that the noise made me feel restless and couldn’t feel at ease to find the clues of ten million. Well, even if I eliminate the harm to the people, I have to earn this hundred yuan!

The rest is how to implement this specific measure. Stop the alarm and it is easy to deal with. At worst, it is to go to the sirens on the electric car in the rain. The old building there is actually a residential community for employees of state-owned units. After the state-owned units go bankrupt, employees move out to sell houses and sell houses. There are many migrants who rent houses, which are mixed. The original old guard and a few young people who returned home drunk at night were no longer a director. They occasionally ask strangers entering and leaving during the day, and simply sleep in the night. The iron gate of the community is just a false cover and goes in. But the second requirement of Fatty Mu, how to give the owner a certain degree of punishment and warning is a very technical problem. First of all, he doesn't know who the owner is. Do you have to search and investigate first? That hundred yuan reward is not worth doing so.

After thinking hard, Wang Jianren's eyes lit up. He felt like he understood the intention of the question-setting teacher when he was solving arithmetic problems in middle school. He understood the meaning of the "some degree of punishment and warning" in the text message: he was just to do some tricks on the car, remove one or two parts and tear off the valve core of the tire, or smash two holes, etc., and he didn't have to know who the car owner was, and he fully expressed the anger of an otaku who was often disturbed to watch cartoons and play gals.

I figured it out and did it! At this time, the alarm kept ringing again. Wang Jianren heard it but was no longer harsh in his ears. He felt like a dying cry of a mortal enemy. He smiled coldly, opened the drawer and took out a dagger and a screwdriver in his pocket, and walked out with a small hammer in his hand.

After walking a few steps away, Wang Jianren suddenly felt that such a big fight might be a little bad. The alarm must have quarreled many people around him, but no one came out to curse the streets like him. It should be because of the cowardly nature of these foolish villagers who live by and not want to offend others. It does not mean that they have not noticed it. Once they knocked and slapped and destroyed, the sound they made must be puzzled on this quiet rainy night. Anyone who opens the window can catch himself in a present situation. Although his move is entirely for the welfare of neighbors, once it reaches the ears of the car owners - based on the habits of the neighbors here, it is absolutely certain, and the other party must come to make compensation.

So I'd better go into the village quietly, don't shoot, change the way of making little noise or not. For example, peeing in the car, etc.... But what is this punishment and warning? The car under the eaves is already wet, maybe people won't notice it... Could it be that it's soaking on it? I heard from Lao Yao, a taxi driver living downstairs, say that there was a rural woman in their hometown who disgusted her opponent and did this when she sneaked into the opponent's kitchen and gave birth to feces and smeared everywhere... This expresses enough maliciousness, but it's too disgusting and it's too disgusting. Even Wang Jianren has to shit out when he thinks of such a powerful behavior. This kind of thing can only be paid for only one hundred yuan, even one thousand yuan. If it's ten thousand yuan... Oh, go shit, don't think about this.

In short, moral integrity and lower limits are necessary. Shit is too disgusting and cannot be used... No, it is too disgusting and too disgusting for human shit. Other cat shits and dog shits are still OK. Wang Jianren slapped his forehead, turned around and went back to the house, put down the hammer screwdriver, and then turned around and walked upstairs again. There are all kinds of things on the roof.

In the public area of ​​the stairwell, the dim 15-watt incandescent lamps illuminate the environment like ghost fires. Wang Jianren, who had just been looking at the computer and mobile phone screens, almost fell down without seeing it clearly. After standing firm, he couldn't help but curse. What kind of fucking era is it that he still uses this incandescent lamp. However, he heard from Fatty Mu said that using this is not to save some electricity, but because these incandescent lamps were hoarded by the previous generation landlords when a small factory went bankrupt in the suburbs. There were hundreds of warehouses used as chores in the corner of the first floor, so it was not useless. I don't know if the first generation landlord thought that his building would exist forever or if humans could only use this 15-watt incandescent lamp to live until the 22nd century.

Touching the wall and climbing a few steps slowly, Wang Jianren slowly adapted to the light and was about to take a big staircase when he suddenly heard the sound of conversation coming from the fat man's room not far from the corner of the staircase in front. Wang Jianren was shocked.

Needless to say, there will definitely be no guests at Fatty Mu's house. At least Wang Jianren has never seen or heard of it in the two years he has lived here. Moreover, Fatty Mu rarely calls and chats with people. Even if there is something happening occasionally, he will still be in a half-dead and indifferent to explain the matter in a cold and concise to finish it. But now I can vaguely hear his voice and talk and laugh.

There is a problem! Wang Jianren's curiosity was seduced at once. He tiptoed up the stairs, turned around and quietly pressed his ears to Fatty Mu's door. For Fatty Mu, who has always seemed noble, cold, wise and juicy, there are not many things that can make him interested and lively. Could it be that Liu Sanwa and the others guessed?

"...Yes, in this dream, it reflects your own anxiety. Friends and classmates in the dream often refer to one aspect of yourself. The quarrel between you and your classmates actually reflects the struggle between your own two inner opinions, which has nothing to do with this interpersonal relationship in reality..."

Hum? Fatty Mu seems to be interpreting dreams for others? This seems to be one of Fatty Mu's side jobs. When Wang Jianren knew about Fatty Mu's skill before, he was a little shocked, but Fatty Mu himself disdained and said that this thing could be learned by reading a book by one person. Taobei.com clearly marked the price of five yuan to solve a dream all over the floor. After hearing this, Wang Jianren immediately borrowed two books from Fatty Mu and read it in a dizzy way. He planned to learn this skill that would be used as a girl. Later, he tried to explain it to the two girls at the front desk according to the script, but was ridiculed and said it was not as good as the one who claimed to be the Kunlun School in Qiaotou.

The old man of fate can tell, and Wang Jianren was so angry that he couldn't take it out and show his ugly face. He had to admit that he was not the fate of playing these fantasy technologies. But when Fatty Mu was chatting, he seemed to be affiliated with a supernatural website opened by a friend, and occasionally charged a dream interpretation fee for people. The fee was 198 yuan per person. Compared with the ones on Taobei.com, it was naturally expensive. But Fatty Mu said that the technical content was different, and the price was naturally different. He didn't like to communicate with strangers very much. It was because his friend forced him to open an extra section in order to appear to have a variety of services. Therefore, this price is the type of volunteers who are willing to come or not.

But I didn't expect that there were people who were willing to spend the 198 yuan to listen to Fatty Mu nonsense... It can't be said to be nonsense. According to Wang Jianren's experience, Fatty Mu is indeed a bit real, but he is willing to spend a huge sum of 200 yuan to listen to these stupid things. From Wang Jianren's perspective, he is undoubtedly a sucker. No wonder Fatty Mu's voice is so emotional. It turns out that it is because of the two hundred yuan of the sucker.

At this time, the conversation between the fat guy in the wood suddenly changed: "...Ah, I saw the photos in the space. That white dress is very suitable for you, very beautiful..."

Huh? Still a female sucker? Wang Jianren was surprised and even more understanding of the rich feelings in Fatty Mu's words. For such an obese otaku who is almost inseparable from a woman in reality, it is such a rare, tempting and sacred thing to have the opportunity to chat with a female netizen late at night, not to mention that others still paid 200 yuan. If it were other obese dead houses, they would have a lot of willingness to pay 20,000 yuan.

The alarm of Ur Ur began to ring endlessly again, and even Fatty Mu's online chat was affected: "...Ah, yes, it's starting again, it's really annoying. There's no way, the environment in which we live is a little noisy, the public morality of the Chinese people... But I'm fine here, and the residents closer to there will definitely not be able to stand it. Don't worry, maybe a righteous man will solve this problem in a short time..."

Hehe, it turns out that. The text message was really sent by Fatty Mu, and it didn't run away! But it was hard for him. For his reward of 100 yuan, for his brothers who had been rescued from the world, and for the sake of the righteous man, I'll help you! Wang Jianren almost couldn't help laughing.

"...Wait a little, I suddenly had something urgent to do..." Fatty Mu suddenly changed his voice and content, and it sounded like he turned to face the door. "Wang Jianren, I really think that Boss Zhao called you Wang Erbi right. You are really bored enough. I ran to my door at the third update in the middle of the night to eavesdrop?"

Fatty Mu's voice was a little furious, and Wang Jianren was also shocked and a little embarrassed. He was chatting with a female netizen late at night, but he was hiding aside and eavesdropping. This level of despicability was even more than that of the foot of the bed. But he immediately became strange: "How do you know it's me?"

"Who else can I have besides you? I saw the shadow under the crack in the door from the mirror here!" Fatty Mu's chair creaked, and then his footsteps strode. The door in front of him was pulled open, revealing the fat face of Fat Mu's a little embarrassed. "What are you doing when you run to my door at midnight? Are you here to eavesdrop?"

"Of course not... it was the text you sent. I wanted to go to the top of the building..."

"When did I send you a text message? What text message did I send?" Fatty Mu's angry voice suddenly became octave higher, and then he seemed to remember that it was late at night. He immediately lowered his voice and stared at Wang Jianren and said fiercely: "What did you hear? No matter what you hear tonight, you are not allowed to talk to others! Otherwise... or you will pay back the money!"

"Okay, okay, Brother Mu, don't worry, don't worry, can you believe me? How can I say that money is so hurtful? And to be honest, I haven't heard anything." Wang Jianren waved his hands and shook his head, as serious as if he was really passing by just now, but at the same time he was smiling in his heart. Fatty Mu looked like he looked down on the world as if he was caught and chatted with a female netizen online. It was so anxious that he was a otakus who had a glass heart.

"Hmph, I didn't hear it best..." Fatty Mu murmured twice, waved at Wang Jianren impatiently. "Okay, okay, don't stick here. Do whatever you want to do, go quickly!"

"Don't worry, Brother Mu, your righteous friend will never let your expectations down." Wang Jianren laughed and turned around and walked upstairs with a swagger.

Half an hour later, Wang Jianren walked back proudly, and the annoying alarm had already stopped and disappeared. He originally wanted to go upstairs to eavesdrop on and report to show his proud work just now, but after thinking about it, let's forget about it. Maybe Fatty Mu was chatting and was about to be honest. It would be better not to disturb others at this time. So he went home and planned to take a shower and go to bed first.

When he opened his door, a red 100 yuan bill suddenly floated from the crack in the upper door. After Wang Jianren was slightly surprised, he picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Fatty Mu: Of course, the righteous friend is just for justice, so there is no need to thank him.

ps: The new book is being prepared, and it may be opened late. I have to negotiate the contract slowly. I haven’t decided where to post it yet. Don’t always ask, let alone chatting. I don’t have to do anything if I reply one by one.
Chapter completed!