Zhang Ling thought for a while and said: "I saw that he deliberately wanted to tell me something. As long as this is the case, he will definitely appear again! But the thing I am most worried about is that this madman happened to take me

Tell me what’s on your mind! But this is too much of a coincidence! The possibility is very low! So it’s very possible that this lunatic knows something! I must go find him!” Manxiang smiled slightly and said: “Okay! I’ll accompany you.

You go!" "Okay! Thank you!" Zhang Ling agreed.

Zhang Ling and Manxiang went to the place where they met the madman to look for the madman, but they still couldn't find anyone. They had already wasted Saturday and Sunday and found nothing.

On the contrary, there was a pair of rat eyes watching them in the darkness, and the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole behind, and there was a pair of bright eyes behind the rat eyes that were also monitoring everything. The owner of the bright eyes couldn't help but secretly sighed,

There seemed to be deep helplessness.

On the way back, Manxiang asked Zhangling: "Zhangling, are you coming again on the weekend next week?" Zhangling saw that Manxiang was tired from being with him these two days, and Zhangling couldn't bear to let Manxiang do it again.

Suffering, she said: "It depends on the situation! Come when you have time! Alas! Could it be that the madman's repeated remarks to my heart are just coincidence?" Manxiang didn't know why.

Nothing happened all night. Zhang Ling was quite tired from the past two days, so he lay down and fell asleep until the next Monday.

As soon as Zhang Ling woke up and had a clear head, Zhuang Fei said to himself: "Zhang Ling, I had a strange dream just now! It's so vivid in my mind, it's like it was real!" Zhang Ling asked: "Oh! What?

A dream?"

Zhuang Fei told the truth: "I dreamed of the old man! The old man asked me to tell you that you are too busy with his and Hongyun's affairs. He is very grateful to you! Please don't work hard anymore! Soon after

, Hongyun’s revenge should be avenged, and you will know everything by then!”

"What?" Zhang Ling couldn't believe it. Zhuang Fei said: "Yes! He also said that you went to find the madman who mentioned his worries in the preface just to solve all the mysteries, but when the time comes, you don't have to work hard.

Know everything! No need to go to Qingzhu Village anymore!"

"What?" Zhang Ling was in disbelief again, and he thought to himself: "Is it really the old man who entrusted Zhuang Fei with a dream? Last time, Po Meng's hair can prove that the old man did entrust a dream to him! Can she take revenge? In the end?

How can the old man avenge her? And I don’t have to work hard? This..." For a moment, Zhang Ling didn't know what to do.

But after all, Zhang Ling was not someone who gave in easily. He was reading a newspaper and saw a call for ghost stories. When he was inspired, he said to Zhuang Fei: "Zhuang Fei, do you want to find out the truth of the matter?" Zhuang Fei opened his mouth.

He looked at it and said, "I want to! Why don't you want to? I really want to avenge the old man!" After hearing this, Zhang Ling was delighted and said, "That's it! Your writing is so good, can you write a story based on the old man and her?

A good ghost story. If you write out the old man's story and publish it in a newspaper, it might be able to bring back the memories of those who know the story. For example, if you bring in senior Yu Yingxin, then the truth will be revealed.

?"

Zhuang Fei hesitated a little and said, "Is it really possible?" He took the newspaper and read it carefully. Seeing that the deadline for submissions was coming soon and time was running out, he shook his head because writing is not something that can be accomplished overnight. It takes a lot of time and energy.

, although there are good materials in front of us, it is still very difficult.

Zhang Ling patted his chest and said, "Zhuang Fei, this trick I used to lure the snake out of the hole is wonderful! How could it not work?" Then he stared at him and asked, "Zhuang Fei, just answer, it doesn't matter if you can't do it or not.

Yes!" Zhuang Fei sighed and said: "Okay! I will try my best! After all, time is short, there are only five days left! I will try my best!"

Zhang Ling smiled happily and said: "Zhuang Fei, can you write it in my name? If it is published, I will give you all the royalties and so on. In my name, I just want to

Yu Yingxin..." Zhuang Fei smiled, interrupted Zhang Ling, and said: "Zhang Ling, you don't have to explain so much, don't I know your character? You are not the kind of person who is just trying to gain fame! Okay, everything is over.

According to your!"

The two decided to write about the flower garden for submission. Zhang Ling told Zhuang Fei what he knew about the old man and Xiao Hong, and asked Zhuang Fei to organize his inspirations accordingly, connect them into a story, and decide how to write it.

Time flew by, and it was the weekend again in the blink of an eye. Zhuang Fei worked day and night to write, and Zhang Ling helped him check the manuscript, find out the flaws, either improve them, or provide enough help, so he completed the manuscript and submitted it.

After catching the last train, Zhang Ling understood that although he had submitted the article, it was still unknown whether it would be published in the newspaper and attract Yu Yingxin, and he could not just place his hopes on it.

At this time, Zhang Ling thought of the madman again. After all, this madman knew his thoughts again and again. Maybe he was a good breakthrough. Now he can only adopt a two-pronged approach, hoping to see the madman and start from there.

The madman gets what he wants to know.

So Zhang Ling set out again to find the madman, but Zhang Ling returned without success again. Zhang Ling was so disappointed that he could only put his hope to the next weekend.

On Tuesday, the newspaper published Zhuang Fei's manuscript, and decided to start serializing it next week. Zhuang Fei happily showed the newspaper to Zhang Ling, who was naturally overjoyed after reading it, and his hope was once again ignited.

Time passed by like a white horse, and it was Saturday again before he knew it. Zhang Ling once again went to find the madman, but still failed. When he returned to the dormitory, he saw a note on his bed, and he opened it

The note, what I saw written on the note was to advise myself not to look for it anymore, as it would only be a waste of effort.

Zhang Ling looked around and saw the open window and said, "Thrown in from the window?" He thought: "Who threw the note to me? Why did he advise me not to pay attention to it and let me ignore it?"

Let’s go to Qingzhu Village again! So it seems that I have been being monitored? So who is this person who is secretly following me? Could it be..."

A person flashed through Zhang Ling's mind, but he shook his head again and said, "If you're not sure now, don't make random guesses for the time being! Why don't I go to Qingzhu Village tomorrow and go back next week? During this period, it's my weekend

All wasted on going to Qingzhu Village, it’s time to have a good day! Anyway, as soon as the newspaper publishes Zhuang Fei’s article, it might really lead to Xiao Hong’s enemy or senior Yu Yingxin, as long as Yu Yingxin is still alive and

If you see the newspaper!"

After Zhang Ling made up his mind, he felt very relaxed. What he was doing now was to wait and wait.
Chapter completed!