It was late at night, and everything seemed so silent. There is only one old man with curly hair and white hair who is writing his novel with a pen. He is a well-known novelist named Ye Jingyi, 68 years old this year. Every day at three o’clock in the morning, he would sit at his desk and write his novels on time, because he felt that only in this quiet environment would he be able to enter the mood of his creation more.
But in the early morning of the next day, Ye Jingyi died inexplicably. The body was lying on the chair with his hands still on the desk, his right hand holding the pen tightly, as if he was still writing his own unfinished novel. When the medical staff further analyzed Ye Jingyi’s body, they found that the blood vessels of the old man’s body were violent to varying degrees, especially the heart, which was like being completely blasted. No one has ever died. What is the reason for such a tragic state? The medical director couldn’t figure it out, what exactly caused this? All signs show that the blood pressure of the deceased must have reached an unimaginable height before dying, and the speed of the heartbeat is certainly amazing. What is the peculiar cause of such serious consequences? The duty director is always confused and confused. Then he picked up the phone: “Hey! Xiao Wang? I am Lao Zhang? I would like to ask you, that is, the deceased person you received this morning, when you saw him, what did he look like? “”My Director Zhang! What else can I look like when I see him, dead!”
“No, I asked you what posture he was when he died?” “
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“Okay, okay, just be serious.”
“I think the old man is lying on a chair Dead, it seems to be writing something. Hey, yeah, director, do you know? This bad old man is a rich owner. He is the famous man named Du Gu Yi Jing Yi Yi, who has published many books. I think that 80% of the money was burned to death.”
The volunteer director put down the phone and continued his meditations. When he wrote a novel, he died of death, is it because the emotions are brewing too much Is it so intense that it completely collapses your body? Doesn’t make sense, because it seems unlikely? Thinking about it, the director simply stopped thinking about it, and suddenly the phone rang.
“Hey! Commander Zhang? I am your loyal subordinate, Xiao Wang, vomiting is wrong, you should be called dear Mr. Holmes!”
” You little bastard, what kind of fart!”
“By the way, the director, you called me just now, and suddenly I just rememberedOne thing, I would like to ask you if a very well-known writer wrote the last piece of work before his death, called the work of the dead, and it is also a very precious work. To put it bluntly is also special. Valuable, right? “
“You are a little rabbit slaughter, you have a heart of money all day long, no heart, no wonder your father has scolded you as a pug with money. ”