One night, Luqiao began to try.

Three hours later, the sky shone slightly.

At this time, a total of six wooden strips on the window to the west were removed and three were removed.

The three removed rods are placed on the right side of the door, so that the sea can't see the inside if it is opened just by opening the cover below.

The three wooden strips that were knocked open and the whole piece of spliced ​​triple board were picked. The road and bridge saw the situation outside for a long time.

At this time, Luqiao took the fragments of the porcelain bowl and began to make a square on the glass.

The hardness of the road bridge is greater, about 6.5.

It is estimated that there are only 4 to 5 porcelain bowls. I tried it and it did indeed have crushed powders, but they are all porcelain bowls that are not glass.

Helplessly, Luqiao changed his tool and held a long wooden stick with rusty iron nails on it.

The sky was getting brighter and a large square gap was cut out.

In order not to make a problem, the two diagonal lines of the square are not cut open, while the other parts are completely cut through.

The road bridge started to try, and the index finger touched the lower end of the other side of the diagonal line, and the upper end was tilted into the indoor. The road bridge grabbed it with his hands and tried to take the entire square piece of glass into the indoor.

Luqiao is just fortunate that the glass blown by the sun and wind is not as good as before.

If it is tempered glass, it is definitely not something that can be done in one night.

It was already completely dawn, Lu Qiao tried it and half of his body popped up outside the window.

This is something you can drill out by yourself, but after drilling out, there is a high wall of about three to four meters, and there is no place to land below. You have to withstand a whole impact force to reach the ground.

If the head falls to the ground, it will undoubtedly die, and it is almost impossible to run away after the feet fall to the ground.

Unless there is something to pad yourself, there is almost no chance to get down to the ground.

The mat given was not even a thin quilt, and there was no way to use it as a buffer.

At this moment, the voice sounded: "Rabbit, what about the morning story."

Lu Qiao tightened his chest and knew that this was his last story.

Gently place the glass under the original place and cover it with wooden strips.

Pull the curtains and you can't see anything.

Of course, if you look carefully, you will find something wrong.

Lu Qiao walked back to his seat and finished the story in the morning. Lu Qiao was a little stuttering in the second half, mainly because he was worried about what to do after the story was gone.

Obviously, this story is also the worst in the single-line book, and this story has not been satisfied with the sea.

The grid under the door is opened, and half a bowl of soy milk is today's breakfast.

Dahai looked at the opening of the Luqiao from the open position and said, "If there was no good story at noon, I might not have such good patience."

Lu Qiao sat on the table holding the banknotes and couldn't write a word at this moment.

The pressure is too great, Lu Qiao hopes that Su Yue can call the police to save him.

Of course, I also hope that the sea can delay it for a long time and will not end the game early because you cannot deliver it.

At noon, the sound of the sea came as promised: "Rabbit, it's noon."

Lu Qiao said helplessly: "The new story is planned halfway, I will give you tonight. I will have a meal at noon and prepare something for me tonight."

"Are you going to start with no story? Others have the first day or the next day. You are so awesome and persist until noon on the third day."

It was said that it was half prepared, but in fact there was no word.

At this time, the roads and bridges can only delay time and look forward to a future.

Dahai originally planned to go out to purchase some supplies, but although the road and bridge were slow, it had already entered the state of other authors.

It takes a story for about a day or two, eat a full meal, and then until you are starved to death or get smothered in poisonous gas.

All fairy tales created under this state are excellent.

All stories have different vitality, and each story is the essence of the author.

But today for some reason, Su Yue almost kept calling herself in the morning.

The signal is very bad, but it will still ring.

The signals here are blocked, and there is only one way to call in.

That was the sky internet phone on the laptop brought from the sea, but something strange happened at this time.

According to the principle, only the computer will come back to block the phone, but Dahai's mobile phone rang.

Dahai saw the shielding device in the corner at the first glance. Dahai did not answer the phone first but moved over.

Dahai hasn't taken a shower for a few days and is not as stinky as ever. He looked at the light on the shielding instrument and there was a pungent smell on it.

Dahai took out his cell phone and saw a signal in the upper right corner showing a square.

The signal may only have, or not. If you display one grid, it means that the blocked device is broken.

Dahai, who answered the phone, calmed down and planned to pretend that nothing had happened, and started chatting.

Su Yue also regretted that she went to the place to ask about the situation of the road and bridge, and then asked how the child was doing.

It means the child is so pitiful. He insists on sending something over and asking for the address.

Su Yue just tried slowly and wanted to get something out.

What Su Yue didn't know was that she was already exposed at this time.

But Dahai already knew exactly what was going on. After a while, he was troublesome to receive the goods. He asked about the nearby express delivery station. After the detailed address, he called Su Yue and said the address.

Dahai hung up the phone and took out the phone card and broke it.

Just afternoon, Dahai spoke in advance: "Is the story ready?"

Luqiao can only use the old routine of dealing with editors: "It's the ending, three or four endings, I want to choose the best one, isn't it still night?"

"I suggest you tell this story quickly. It doesn't matter how many endings you have. Tell it, hurry up."

Dahai's urging was obviously a little anxious, Lu Qiao naturally spoke: "I am a person who pursues perfection! I can't give my story like this. Isn't it still not the evening? What time is it now?"

"Haha." Dahai sneered.

Dahai did not answer, and at this time Luqiao heard the sound of the car starting.

The road bridge walked towards the window and looked down from the window to the west.

Luqiao dared not make any noise, if the sea looked up, you might see problems.

Dahai drove, but did not drive out. Instead, he drove to the gate, which is below the road and bridge windows.

Luqiao must try it out. Luqiao looked out of the wooden strips and glass, and the scene I saw was that the sea was packing things.

This is obviously the best opportunity to go down. The height of the SUV is shortened by half with the window.

The original height of about three meters and four meters was only 1.5 meters left at the roof of the car, which means that as long as you can, you can jump from a high place and step on the roof of the car.

It’s a pity that the road bridge cannot drive, otherwise the car started at this time. As long as the road bridge gets off the car quickly and gets locked in the car, you can drive away from this place.

But Luqiao didn't drive, so he immediately gave up this idea.

But Luqiao was curious at this time why the car appeared at the door of the house at this time.

Luqiao felt something was wrong and remembered something.

"It's okay to tell you. I will translate the manuscript you gave me into other words and keep it. I already have hundreds of fairy tales on hand, and you should be my last goal of this action. After you squeeze you out, I will find a way to leave here. It may be Denmark, I might also be Iceland, France, and I will change my face and become a master of children's literature. Of course, if someone says I plagiarize or say the stories are the same in the future, it will be a story later."

Now that the sea is about to leave, there is only one possibility. Then it is that you have been abandoned!

Lu Qiao began to think, could it be that my wife was exposed?

Or does Dahai feel that the story is enough and needs to think about the next plan?

No matter what, all this is not a good thing for me.

Lu Qiao had plans to disrupt the sea, such as cheating on Da Hai himself and having a story, so that Da Hai could stop the work at hand first, but Lu Qiao knew that he had no story anymore and could take it out.

The sea hasn't killed himself yet, because it is entirely because it still has the value of exploitation.

But if you are known to have no story, then your end will be death.

The sea seemed to have been packed up, and the speaker asked again: "I can't wait for the evening, where is the story? You can tell me the number of completion first!"

I can't wait for the evening? Luqiao clearly means what this sentence means. This is my last story.

But don't even think about the ending.

At this time, the sea's patience had obviously reached its limit, and the road and bridge were bent over and observed through the gap.

I saw Dahai sitting on the stool in the middle, and the equipment had been taken away at this time.

Dahai was holding something similar to a recorder in his hand, and probably just planned to record the story and then go to a safe place to enter it.

"I'm still thinking about the ending. Can I have another half an hour?" Lu Qiao began to discuss how long it can be delayed now.

You can hear the sound of the machine, and poisonous smoke from the pinhole blew out again.
To be continued...