I successfully touched a small hole in the hemp rope and embedded the key in it.

I secretly observed and sure I couldn't see any problem with the hemp rope. Because the hemp rope was still very solid at this time, I had to take more time to give myself a chance to escape.

But obviously I didn’t have this time because Wu Su woke up in the morning.

Today is Sunday, I think Wusu understands it very well.

After Sunday, my company may find that there is no endorsement of the gymnasium tea at all.

I will also find out in the next few days that I have disappeared, but if I want to find me.

I was afraid that after Sunday night, I would be a burnt corpse after I finished writing the story.

In the morning, Wusu arrived as promised to make steamed carp.

According to me, it was served with the leftover rice I ate last night.

Not to mention this tip, the taste is much better.

The fish is no longer just thrown into the water and cooked, and it also has a little taste.

I saw Wusu's finger tied with k, and I knew in my heart that Wusu had hurt his hand by cutting the fish.

I said tentatively, "Wusu, are your hand injured? Why don't I make the fish at night?"

Wu Su shook her head and said, "No, you can't leave this bed. Because Dad has used this statement."

"Dad used it?" I said in confusion.

At this time, Wusu lifted his calf, with a very deep cut on it.

Wusu said, "When I tied my father here, the food was too bad when I ran out of money. My father said he would cook by himself, and then I put him to the kitchen. He took the kitchen knife and chopped me, but fortunately I had a fruit knife hidden on me."

Wusu said, lifting his other sleeve. He pressed a fruit knife underneath, and his other hand was the wrench that knocked my head.

This also made me understand something in my heart. There is no chance to run out when competing with Wusu head-on.

I subconsciously said, "Dad is like this, where is mom?"

"Mom? Mom has already run away. It's a pity that I'm too young to run away, but when I'm older, my dad can't run away." Wusu said.

These words echoed the old man downstairs' words, and I said embarrassedly: "I know how to write the 63rd story, why don't you write it?"

The previous story is written as a copy of Wusu, anyway, it is the routine of "The Little Match Selling Girls". This time I simply don't think about it anymore, but I'm trying to please Wusu anyway. It's better to write her directly, no one reads it after writing it.

After Wusu finished writing, both manuscripts were burned in the room.

Wusu said excitedly at this time: "Does Luqiao really want to write my story?"

"Of course." I said.

Wusu picked up the paper and pen and said, "So start now?"

My heart skipped a beat. Is this a pre-death sentence?

It's only morning now, and I'm going to die after I finish writing it?

"Can you do it tonight?" I said awkwardly, of course I can drag it a little bit.

But Wusu proved everything with his actions, and the pen tip was directly at me.

I shouted, "Okay, let's do it now."

Wusu talked to herself and wrote while talking, asking me if I could write like this. This was more like her autobiography, and I was more like a teacher who helped her correct her grammar.

I am Wusu. When I was six years old, my mother couldn't stand my father's beating and scolding and ran away.

My father placed all his resentment on me and made me become a talent first.

He also complained about why I was not a boy, saying that if I were a boy, my mother would not run away.

I was beaten and scolded and grew up to eighteen years old. My birthday gift was a novel brought by my father.

That novel is a short story by Lu Qiao Da. Of course, the short story is divided into the first and second volumes. I got the first volume composed of thirty-one stories.

The story inside is really good, and my favorite is "The Little Match Selling Girls".

So I tied my dad to the bed by imitating "The Little Match Selling Girls".

I began to become the dad in this family and take care of my dad.

Unfortunately, my father resisted me. When I let him out to cook for me, he wanted to kill me with a kitchen knife, so I could only kill him.

I threw him in the toilet, and the body smelled. But I had no choice but to deal with the bodies.

During my time as a father, I learned that Teacher Luqiao had not updated for half a year. There were still two short stories to finish the story, so I wanted to help him.

I found the property certificate at home and mortgaged it with the property certificate for 150,000 yuan.

With 150,000, I found Teacher Luqiao's company and successfully tricked Teacher Luqiao's phone number.

I successfully tricked Teacher Lu Qiao into my home and then successfully became Teacher Lu Qiao's father.

Today, Teacher Lu Qiao finished his last story and the sixty-third story.

So I want to die with Teacher Lu Qiao, just like Teacher Lu Qiao’s article “The Body of Desire”.

After burning to death, I only understood why Wusu chose this method.

Just because I mentioned in the short stories I have participated in writing that fire and carbon ash are the purest things. It will burn all impure things and only leave fire and carbon ash. I don’t know why my mind thought of these things at that time. In order to make these words look so beautiful, I really took great pains to trick myself.

After reading what he wrote several times again, Wusu said in confusion: "Teacher Lu Qiao, can this really be regarded as your last work?"

I nodded my head and said with a smile: "Of course."

Wusu picked up the lighter and said with a smile: "So let's see you in hell."

"Wait." I said quickly.

"What's wrong?" Wusu said.

"I have another request." I said quickly.

Wusu said in confusion: "What? Do you want cigarettes?"

"No, I miss my cat. If I die, my cat will be left unattended. So I want to ask you for a favor." I said.
Chapter completed!