The night was dark and windy, and the biting cold wind of late autumn already smelled like a knife.

Dead leaves, garbage, and even sanitary napkins... all swept by the cold autumn wind on the empty streets.

Winter is coming soon.

The dilapidated houses are not covered by street lights and are pitch black at night.

"It seems that his financial situation is not good? Otherwise, he wouldn't live in a place like this."

"There are obviously cheaper school dormitories, but you still want to live here. Is it because you just don't fit in, or is there some other secret?"

In the deserted urban village, Zhang Tong, holding a three-dimensional coordinate hammer, slowly fell from the sky into the narrow courtyard.

Holding the three-dimensional coordinate hammer, Zhang Tong did not really fall on the ground, but always maintained some distance from the ground.

"Um?"

In the whimpering cold wind, Zhang Tong, who was slightly suspended, twitched his nose, and he vaguely seemed to smell a bad smell.

That's the smell of corpse stench!

Glancing towards the window that kept squeaking in the cold wind, Zhang Tong's eyes flashed with a solemn expression:

"The smell of corpse stench comes from inside."

Looking into the dark room, Zhang Tong first opened his yin and yang eyes, and after finding no strange aura, he carefully flew into the room with the power of the three-dimensional coordinate hammer.

With a snap, Zhang Tong turned on the bright flashlight, and suddenly a rotting body appeared in front of him.

The body was hanging from the rafters, with its tongue and eyes protruding, and visible body spots covering its body.

Zhang Tong felt his scalp go numb instantly because the corpse was staring at him.

With his mental power surging, Zhang Tong was ready to fight.

But Zhang Tong soon discovered that there was nothing strange about the corpse.

The corpse was just a corpse, but because of the angle, it seemed like it was staring at him.

"Is this Wang Zhenjiang?"

"A wretch living in a dark sewer?"

Thinking of the information Zhao Wende shared with him, Zhang Tong slowly shook his head.

At this moment, he was sure that Wang Zhenjiang, the evil ghost, was completely cold. At least there was no means of resurrection in his corpse.

"Ashes will return to dust, dust will return to dust. I hope you can be entrusted to a good family in your next life."

After muttering to himself in a low voice, Zhang Tong was about to leave here without anyone noticing with the help of the CMM.

But as soon as he turned around, a diary that was being flipped by the cold wind on the desk successfully attracted Zhang Tong's attention.

"Um?"

"The style of the love letter is the same as that one. Was the strange love letter torn from the diary?"

Zhang Tong had a stern expression. Holding Thor's hammer, he floated to the desk out of thin air, stretched out his gloved left hand, and Zhang Tong began to read the contents of the diary under the light of the flashlight.

On the first page of the diary, Gonggong wrote several words neatly.

"My love diary?"

Looking at the neat and almost meticulous handwriting, Zhang Tong could probably tell how pious the owner of the diary was when he wrote these words.

Every stroke of the handwriting seems to have been put into a great deal of effort, so neat that one can feel the emotion contained in it just by looking at it.

On August 1, 2006, the weather was sunny.

I am the only one left at home, and there is no need to go back to the sad place.

I'm glad I didn't go home because I'm in love!

Although she didn't know who I was, I fell in love the first time I saw her.

She is really good-looking.

On August 7, 2006, the weather was sunny.

I'm so happy today. After asking around for a week, I finally know her name.

Her name is Wu Caixuan, and she is a college student of the School of International Exchange.

Hehe, of course she is the flower of the hospital, otherwise how could she make me fall in love at first sight?

Her shadow was all in my dreams last night. No, I have to find out more information.

On August 9, 2006, the weather was cloudy.

I found out that her family is so rich.

Compared to her, I'm like a rat in the sewer.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I like her, I just like her silently in a place where she doesn't notice.

On August 10, 2006, the weather was cloudy.

I miss her so much today, I couldn't sleep last night.

I haven't seen her all day. Where could she have gone?

It's my fault that I know too little about her.

Since you like her, you should get to know her.

August 13, 2006, cloudy turned sunny.

It was finally not that cold tonight. I sold the stolen battery car and went to the bar for the first time.

In the bar, she looked even prettier.

But I don't like the men who surround her. They are all greedy for her body.

Only I am sincere.

On August 15, 2006, the sky was clear and clear.

We were still in a bar, but she seemed to be following a man and getting into a car I didn't recognize.

Then the car started shaking and I knew what was happening inside.

But I believe she was just deceived by that bitch man's sweet words, and she must still like an honest person like me.

August 20, 2006, light rain.

Detained for five days.

I thought there was no one on the street, but I was caught stealing a battery car.

Originally I wanted to run away, but the policeman told me to be honest and stay still.

I immediately gave up my resistance because I know you like honest people.

During the five days of detention, I almost went crazy. All I dreamed about was you.

August 21, 2006, cloudy turned sunny.

The weather has started to get a little cold. I wonder if you will feel cold.

I haven't seen you for six days and I want to write you a love poem.

I want to think carefully, and starting from tonight, I will write a poem for you.

September 1, 2006, sunny day.

I am so happy to play the same online game with you and hear your voice in yy every day.

It has been ten days since I wrote in my diary. Your voice can make me forget everything.

You forgot to turn off the microphone today, and I heard your father beating you, bang bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap)

You cried and said, "Dad, I don't want it."

When I heard you being beaten by him, I was very anxious. When I heard you begging and shouting, I felt very distressed.

I swear, if one day I have the ability, I will make your whole family confess in front of you and avenge you.

September 2, 2006, sunny day.

The love poem I wrote for you is finally finished. Although it only has one sentence, I will remember it for the rest of my life.

Zhang Tong looked at the so-called love diary seriously, and his expression gradually became weird.

Isn't this a love diary? Isn't this a dog-licking diary?

A love diary written by a licking dog enclosed in a world of self-fantasy!

With a weird look on his face, Zhang Tong turned to the next page.

However, the next page was roughly torn out.
Chapter completed!