"What's up?"

Liu Jie turned around and looked at Zhao Shanhe expressionlessly.

He was in a bad mood today. He used to live a fulfilling life every day, working with Wu Xiaomei during the day.

Live broadcast at night to make money.

Just like a machine on the track, everything is so orderly.

But now he has been fired. Although he no longer has to go to work, what he feels is not relief, but an unspeakable loss.

"Hahaha, it's nothing, just a casual chat. Your accent sounds like you're not from here, right?" Zhao Shanhe said haha, took out a cigarette, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, then handed the cigarette case over: "Here.

One?"

"No thanks."

Zhao Shanhe lit the cigarette, took a deep breath and blew out a smoke ring.

"I also watched your live broadcast. It was very unique, but you seem to have been in trouble recently."

Zhao Shanhe's tone suddenly became serious.

Liu Jie's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately became alert. He thought of Nietzsche, that guy with a sinister and eccentric personality that made people feel uncomfortable all over, and he had been quiet recently.

I don't know if he is dead.

"Trouble? What trouble?" Liu Jie asked calmly.

"Two of your neighbors have died less than a month after you came here. They all say you are the God of Death. Although you are popular, what should you do with your house? It shouldn't be sold, right?"

Liu Jie thought Zhao Shanhe would come up with some profound inferences.

I didn't expect it to be this.

But what he said is indeed true.

It would be crazy if it could be sold in this situation.

"There's nothing I can do about it, but my task is just to live broadcast. It doesn't really matter whether I can sell it or not." Liu Jie said with a self-deprecating smile.

"That's right. For you, having the current popularity is already a kind of success." Zhao Shanhe changed the subject and continued: "Are you okay recently?"

"What exactly are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the mental aspect. There seemed to be something wrong with you last night. You were so confused that you didn't even close the door."

Speaking of this, Liu Jie was also a little confused. In the past, he rarely dozed off when he stayed up late, but just after twelve o'clock last night, he couldn't bear it anymore and even fell asleep during the live broadcast.

This is too strange.

"I guess I'm too tired and didn't sleep well," Liu Jie said.

"Really? Then you should pay more attention to Li. By the way, I want to ask you something. What did Aunt Tang tell you the night she had the accident?"

Aunt Tang?

Speaking of this, Liu Jie's heart became knotted again. When Aunt Tang talked to him that night, she did convey a completely different message from others.

That's Nietzsche's famous quote.

She had contact with Nietzsche before her death.

"It's nothing, she just scolded me and asked me to apologize to her." Liu Jie responded casually without thinking.

"Oh, I guess that's the case. I heard that you went to the roof after the incident. What did you do?"

really.

What Liu Jie was most worried about happened. He seemed to have been targeted.

"It's nothing, I just went up to have a look out of curiosity."

"Curious? Running to a place where someone had just died in the middle of the night. Your hobby is a bit special."

"What's the matter? I'm an outdoor anchor. I'll go wherever there are scary places. I've been to Fengmen Village. This is nothing." Liu Jie put his head in his hands and yawned. On the surface, he didn't take it seriously, but in his heart

There have been waves.

"Qian Cheng was related to you before his death, and Aunt Tang also had a conflict with you before her death. It seems that you are indeed a god of death..."

"The God of Death? The God of Plague, right?" Liu Jie secretly laughed at himself in his heart.

At this moment, Liu Jie's cell phone suddenly rang.

Liu Jie took out his cell phone and was stunned when he saw that Nietzsche actually brought him back to the group of owners, and then sent him a private message.

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares into you!"

Liu Jie was still wondering if this guy was dead just now, but he didn't expect him to appear again so soon, as if he could guess his own thoughts.

"Officer Zhao, I have something to do, so I'll excuse you now. You can call me anytime."

Liu Jie found an excuse and quickly ran away, holding his cell phone while walking.

When he clicked on the mini program, he found that his ranking had risen to 30th place.

And now ranked first is still Liu Xuewu at 102.

The votes for several house numbers following Liu Xuewu are relatively similar, and among them there is a house number that Liu Jie is extremely familiar with: 508.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaoyu actually rose to the top five?

Although she has a hot temper, she is not a bad person. Why do so many people hate her?

Liu Jie thought about it and immediately understood that the reason why everyone voted for 508 was not because of Jiang Xiaoyu, but because of her brother Jiang Hu.

This crazy guy running around with a knife will scare everyone.

So it's not surprising that her house number appears in this position.

"Want to chat?"

Nietzsche sent another private message, and before Liu Jie could reply, he initiated a voice call.

Liu Jie hesitated and accepted.

But as before, he remained silent and put the phone to his ear.

"Big anchor, long time no see, hehehe..."

The cold and weird laughter came again, and Liu Jie felt that his blood was about to freeze. Thinking of what Aunt Tang said before she died, he felt unhappy for a while.

"I think you must have a lot of things to ask me, right?" Nietzsche's tone was arrogant and very disdainful, as if he was confident of winning.

"How did Aunt Tang die? Is it your fault?" Liu Jie asked the doubts in his heart.

"What, you suspect that I killed her? Didn't the police say it was an accident? But speaking of which, I have to thank you very much. This is also the main reason why I came to you today."

"Thank me?"

"Yes, think about it, if it weren't for you, how could she have come to this point? It was you who angered her and made her scolded, which forced her to do the stupid act of breaking everyone's door locks. She

She thought she was very smart, but she didn't expect to be caught red-handed. In the end, Zhao Shanhe not only punished her in public, but also lost everyone's door locks. It can be said that her prestige was lost and her reputation was discredited. She had no choice but to choose to save her status.

I jumped off a building and threatened everyone. Unexpectedly, the farce turned into a tragedy, and I eventually lost my life. Tell me, should I thank you?"

After Nietzsche finished speaking, he sneered sinisterly again.

"My friend, you are the source of all this. If you choose to swallow your anger like the previous anchors, nothing will happen later. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world. What should come will still come.

In order to thank you for your contribution, I will give you a gift of 100,000 yuan in your live broadcast room."

"I don't need it!" Liu Jie refused without hesitation. He gritted his teeth and warned Nietzsche sternly: "Stay away from my mother. If anything happens, come at me!"

"Are you angry? It's useless to be angry. When you are angry, you can change your current situation? You have no car, no house, no bankbook, you have nothing. If you really have the ability, then take your mother to your side and let her live.

In a good life, you can't even afford a color TV. What qualifications do you have to yell? You are really a failure. Other anchors are not worth millions. No matter how poor they are, they still have cars and houses.

, what about you, what do you have?"

Nietzsche's words were like a cold blade, piercing deeply into Liu Jie's heart.

What he said is so right, Liu Jie has accomplished nothing and has nothing.

"Friend, men should be responsible for their own actions. They should be responsible and ideal, rather than incompetent and angry. Have you ever thought about when you can buy a car or a house just like you? Think about your friends and classmates, they and you

At the same age, some people become bosses, some open factories, and some get married and have children. Each of them has a better life than you. What else can you do besides complaining about bad luck? Do you always find yourself after every failure?

The reason? After all, you are a complete loser."

Nietzsche's words were not fast, but his words touched his heart. Although Liu Jie was very angry, he was unable to refute.

He always deceives himself with some trivial achievements, always thinks that he is unrecognized for his talents, and always makes various excuses for his failures.

Compared with Zhao Bin, the crane tail who was once laughed at by all of them is now a winner in life.

As for him, he can't even afford a color TV.

If Wu Xiaomei hadn't taken him in, he would have been sleeping on the street.

"So you came here specifically to laugh at me?" Liu Jie asked with a sneer.

Although he was very angry, Liu Jie did not have an attack. He did not know Nietzsche and there was no need to deliver a speech about his life to a stranger.
To be continued...