I will never give in to Miss Death

[Su Yunjin is a young master, worth hundreds of millions]

Young Master? Tongmeng.com?

After reading the message sent by Pippi, I fell into a brief contemplation.

Currently, the largest video website in China, "Tongmeng.com", is also known as "Fairy Tale Dream Video Network". This website started out with two-dimensional animation and secondary creation, and is now developing in the areas of animation, movies, and TV series.

It is actually very reasonable for Tongmeng.com to inject capital into Miguabao, because this video website has the capital to produce comics and animations. However, since they have not developed novels before, they are slightly lacking in "copyright" and "IP". Injecting capital into Miguabao and becoming a shareholder of Miguabao will make it much easier for them to adapt comics, animations, TV series and movies in the future.

What I am curious about is the relationship between Jitu Tonglong and Tongmeng.com.

In confusion, I recalled the scene when I met Pippi and others in Pearl Garden yesterday.

Ji Tu Tonglong, also known as Su Yunjin, looks to me to be about 27 or 28 years old. He has a very good figure and a clean face. He always has a calm expression when he speaks. It is obvious that he is the type of person who... does not need to go to work very often, can go to the gym regularly or hire a personal trainer, has a regular sleep schedule, takes care of his skin every day, and is in a particularly good mental state.

Compared to me and Pipi, "Marisa's Iron Butt" has a better relationship with Gito and Ryu, but it seems that Jiang Wei himself doesn't know about Su Yunjin's situation.

A long time ago, not long after I met Pipi in the author signing group, Pipi called Marisa over, and the three of us formed an "iron triangle gaming team". Usually after typing, we would play games for an hour or two at night and then go to sleep. Jito and Tonglong were brought by Marisa Tieji. I remember that day there was an event in League of Legends or some other game, and you could draw a lottery by playing together, but there were only three of us, so Marisa Tieji called Jito and Tonglong and said -

"This is also the author of Yaedo, who writes fan fiction, Kamen Rider fan fiction, and has won the best-selling number one in the fan fiction area. He is also a rich second-generation, haha."

"But you have to be careful, this guy is Nan Tong."

At that time, Ji Tu Tonglong just replied calmly: "Yes, I am Nan Tong, you still have time to run now."

"Nantong? Nantong is fine."

Pipi replied: "I like Nantong, come and get ready, stand still!"

Then we started a fun four-black game.

I remember that Jito and Long rarely talked to each other. They didn't come to play games together almost every day like Pipi and Marisa. They only came once or twice a week. He would basically join us when he saw the three of us in the voice chat - "Are there any parking spaces left? Add me in."

His gaming level is just average. If he makes a mistake, he will just say sorry calmly. He also won't show any anger when we make a mistake, nor will he call us dad and son like Marisa does. In short, he has a very good temper.

In terms of relationship, the three of us and Ji Tu and Tong Long are actually kind of... slightly familiar with each other, and we can make some jokes, but it's not like we are "best friends".

But it's quite pleasant to play games with him. Neither I nor Pippi or Marisa's Tiejiki like to play with the kind of players who easily lose their temper while playing games and even scold their teammates. Our understanding is that since everyone is playing together with voice chat, it means that you have recognized each other's strength. If there are mistakes, it's okay to mock each other with words like "you idiot, call me daddy" or something like that. But if you really get too excited, then your mentality is wrong.

So Su Yunjin is not just an ordinary rich second generation?

The messages from Marisa's Tieji and Pippi made me feel a little confused.

Well...actually, even if he is the son of the CEO of Tongmeng Video Network, it has nothing to do with me, right?

After taking some time to digest the messages from Pipi Marisa, Melon Bag Editor Rabbit, and Yaedou Editor Elodie, I clicked on Pipi’s profile picture and sent him a message:

[I kind of understand, but this doesn’t seem to be something I should consider with a monthly salary of 3000 yuan]

Then I switched to the dialogue box with "Marisa's Iron Butt" -

[Elody has contacted me and said that I can use my previous account to update the novel in the future. I think everything should be fine on your side, right? ]

After replying to the message, I put my phone in my jeans pocket, took the "Xiang-class destroyer" Cosplay hat and put it on, and pushed open the door of the rental house——

"Xiao Qian! Xiao Qian, listen to my explanation. Things are really not what you think!"

As soon as I walked out the door, I saw a gorgeously dressed woman running down the stairs in front of me. Then, the male resident who originally lived in 502 also chased after her: "She got the wrong person, really! We don't know each other!"

"That's enough. I don't want to hear your made-up stories. You never tell the truth!"

The woman downstairs didn't even turn her head, and walked quickly in her pointed high heels, "Don't follow me, get out!"

Perhaps sensing the determination in the other person's words, the man at the stairs stopped and did not chase after him.

The woman called "Xiao Qian" quickly disappeared around the corner of the first floor.

Following the principle of less trouble is worse than more trouble, I said nothing and walked carefully past the resident of Room 502.

The man's voice came from behind: "Is your brother not up yet?"

Are you calling me?

You're not calling me, are you? Whatever, let's go buy breakfast.

"Hey, little sister."

As if seeing that I didn’t respond, the man behind me came down in his slippers, “Dengdengdeng”: “Is your brother not up yet?”

"No, I'm playing games."

I looked puzzled, "What's the matter?"

My brother? Did this guy get the news about me from the housing manager?

"Oh, it's okay, just asking."

The man had dark circles under his eyes, as if he didn't get enough rest last night. He yawned as he spoke: "Doesn't your brother work?"

“He writes novels on the Internet.”

“Isn’t that unemployed?”

The man blurted out, "There are two people in Building 1 who have similar jobs to your brother. They don't go out at all. They just make money by reselling gaming equipment every day."

Well...as long as you can make money and it's not against the law, why do you care what others do?

"If there's nothing else..."

Seeing that this man really seemed to want to chat with me, I quickly pretended to be busy and turned around: "I'll be leaving first."

The man probably knew that he and I had nothing to talk about, so he yawned again: "Okay, then I'll go upstairs and take a nap."

"..."

At this moment, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, a familiar black crack appeared in the space ahead.

what? !

As I watched, a "Grim Reaper" wearing a black windbreaker, a hood on his head, holding a scythe in his hand, and shrouded in darkness, emerged from the crack and floated straight towards the man above my head.

No...it can't be right?

……

No. 043 Death Playing House

The sudden appearance of the Grim Reaper made me, who had already walked down to the first floor and was about to swipe my card to leave, turn around reflexively and look at the staircases on the first and second floors.

"what happened?"

It seemed that his attention was always on me. The man who was going upstairs noticed my movement and said, "Little sister, is there anything else?"

Obviously, he couldn't see the Grim Reaper floating in the air, nor did he know what was going on.

I……

What should I say?

In order not to arouse the man's curiosity, I tried not to look at the Grim Reaper who was now flying over his head.

Completely different from the Grim Reaper girl last night, this Grim Reaper who suddenly flew out from the crack was surrounded by thick black air and was deadly, giving me a very uncomfortable feeling.

It lowered its head, wore a hood, and its face was covered with black mist, so its appearance could not be seen clearly. It did not say a word, but just floated quietly in the air with the sickle in its hand.

"that……"

I took a step forward and was about to say something when I felt the same feeling as before. A thin black crack appeared in the space around me again. Then the Grim Reaper girl who had snatched my chicken soup last night emerged from the crack and handed a small card to me.

It's an ID card.

The small card in my hand clearly has my portrait and basic information printed on it——

Name: Yin Nuoer

Gender: Female

Born: June 2003, 12

Address: Room 3, Building 3, Nannagi Bay Community, No. 801 Wanghai Road, Nannagi District, Kamihama City

Born in 2003? 19 years old?

Oh, no, it’s only May now, so I should be 18 and a half.

But why...

I cast a questioning look at the Death Girl who was only half exposed in front of me.

The other party just glanced at the man in the stairwell not far away and shook his head.

Does this mean I should just leave it alone?

Oh well.

Thinking that I didn't have much interaction with this person, and that he was a playboy who changed four or five girlfriends a month, I nodded slightly to the Death Girl, indicating that I understood.

For some reason, for a moment I saw the Death Girl looking at me with tenderness in her eyes.

However, the next second she leaned close to his ear——

"This is an advance payment to you. I'll come back in the evening, sweetheart."

Then, the cracks around her closed and the Death Girl disappeared in mid-air.

"Little sister?"

Seeing that I didn't say anything, the man in the stairwell became even more confused. He raised his voice: "What's wrong with you? Is there something over there?"

"Ah... no no."

I turned around quickly and asked, "Big brother, what's your name?"

"I?"

The other party was a little confused: "Why are you asking this suddenly? What do you want to do?"

I took the initiative to introduce myself: "My name is Yin Nuoer, what's yours?"

"I……"

The man hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Zhang Weirong."

"Really."

I gave the man named Zhang in front of me a smile that I thought was cute. I put my hands behind my back and acted like a good kid: "Big brother, you look very handsome today."

"You...you suddenly told me all this..."

The man was obviously panicked: "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, just a feeling."

I waved at him and took one last look at the Grim Reaper above his head: "Goodbye, big brother!"

After saying that, I didn’t care about the man’s reaction and ran out of the apartment without looking back.

I really shouldn't be involved in this kind of thing.

Walking on the clean street outside the apartment, bathing in the hazy light of the morning sun, breathing the fresh and clear air, I thought quietly in my heart.

The ability that I have now to see the Grim Reaper should be given by that Grim Reaper girl. If I understand correctly, the appearance of the Grim Reaper basically means that someone is about to die.

Moreover, the Grim Reaper girl and the Grim Reaper who came out to reap lives and whose face and gender could not be seen clearly seemed to be not the same person.

Either there are multiple gods of death in this world, or that guy is something like a "clone".

Anyway, no matter what the situation is, as an ordinary person, I have no right to interfere.

The resident of Room 3, 502th Floor, Building , Snail House Apartment, now I know his name, Zhang Weirong.

In my impression, this person is a rather "experienced" type of person.

Sometimes when I was working on a manuscript at night and wasn't asleep until 2 or 3 o'clock, I would go out to buy coffee from a nearby store and often see him and the property manager sitting in front of the door, drinking and chatting.

After I came back, I wrote until three or four o'clock. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I slept for three or four hours. I got up at eight o'clock in the morning and went out to buy breakfast. I could still see him and the property manager smoking and drinking there. Even after closing the stall, this guy didn't sleep. He boasted to others in the group about how much he drank last night.

Sometimes when I went to buy groceries in the afternoon, I saw him go out alone, and then come back drunk late at night. He forgot to bring his keys and sat down at the bottom of the building talking nonsense, playing games on his phone and smoking.

He smokes, drinks, has an extremely irregular schedule, changes girlfriends several times a month, and parties every night... It is indeed normal for such a person to attract the god of death.

Before, I just had a slightly irregular schedule, and I overworked every day, which attracted the god of death. It can be said that he has almost stacked up the fatal buffs.

"Boss, two barbecued pork buns!"