A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 226: Knife in hand, kill Jiang Gou! The fury from readers! The magazine office falls!

Chapter 226: Knife in hand, kill Jiang Gou! The fury from readers! The magazine office falls! (5k)

The situation has completely gotten out of control without anyone noticing.

When the angry readers, holding various sharp weapons, began to rush towards the building where the "Youth Preface" magazine was located.

There was not even a token resistance.

The security guards downstairs in the building not only did not try to stop this group of people who had lost their minds, but also kindly reminded them:
"Run slower, run slower~"

"Be careful not to trip or step on other people's feet~"

You have to ask:
“Why didn’t security stop these abusers?”

The security guard can only answer you helplessly:

"I only make about 3,000 yuan a month. What are you asking me to do with my life?"

Why does this happen?
Why is the building where "Youth Preface" is located occupied by these young-looking kids who even look like they are still in high school or college?
A collective onslaught, a group attack?
There is only one reason for this.

Eri is dead!
And the death was complete, there was no room for redemption!
In the latest issue of the magazine "Youth Preface", the writer Yanyu Rujiangnan wrote a detailed and comprehensive description of Eri's death in the plot of "Dragon Tribe III: Tide of the Black Moon":
"Eri's blood began to rush out of her body uncontrollably. Although she knew clearly that her life force was rapidly fading, she was still powerless to resist it and could only endure it silently."

"Her originally plump and round body began to shrivel up gradually. Under the deliberate control of King General Herzog, her consciousness began to become gradually blurred and her mind became increasingly unclear. Although she could not even control her own body, at the last moment of her life, she was still shouting out a completely unfamiliar name that she had never heard of: Sakura, Sakura."

"But the boy who was as beautiful as cherry blossoms in summer and accompanied her on a seven-day trip to Tokyo in the last moments of her life never showed up until every inch of blood in Eri's body was completely drained. The memories that remained in Eri's impression finally disappeared like a bubble of phantoms at the last moment of her heartbeat."

When looking at Eri who was as shriveled as a piece of dry wood.

When looking at Lu Mingfei who came late.

As he watched the little monster separated into Yin and Yang, his vitality quickly faded away and he completely disappeared from this world.

Readers, tears welled up in their eyes immediately:

"This"

"This is the ending we have waited for for so long???"

Eri is like a unique and wonderful dream woven by the author Yanyu Rujiangnan for teenagers who are in the sensitive period of puberty.

She satisfies everyone's fantasies about the opposite sex.

She is sincere, kind, and beautiful
There are too many buff halos around her, it can be said that for readers——

Eri is the last faith in the era of pure love.

Countless readers have drawn the power of love from her.

However, this is just a fictional character that only exists in beautiful dreams.

However, it was killed by the writer Yan Yu Ru Jiangnan in an extremely cruel way.

When he saw his former beliefs being slaughtered in an almost perverted way under the dark red well.

This made the readers who have always regarded Eri as their spiritual support...
How can I not be angry?
"Jiangnan, you did what you wished for." With a fearless look on their faces, quite a few readers rushed towards the floor where the Youth Foreword magazine was located, shouting at the top of their lungs, "You fulfilled your promise and gave Eri the ending she deserved."

"So today, we will also give you an ending"

To the author, the characters and scenes he casually sketched are perhaps nothing more than pale and powerless words.

But for readers, these pale and powerless words——

It is a wonderful and shining world!
Although the author is the creator of the content, when it comes to the book lovers and readers who truly love this book, they have invested their tears and emotions in this book.
That's really no less than the author!

It is precisely because of the readers' heavy investment in the original work that such arguments emerge:
"Jiang Nan is just a writer. What does he know about "Dragon Clan"?"

For loyal readers, Eri's death represents not only the disappearance of the character's vitality, but also -

The death of faith!
The collapse of spiritual support!
What will happen to a person when he has no desires and loses all spiritual support?
terrible!
They will become very scary!
After the vanguard broke into the building where "Preface to Youth" was located.

Downstairs, about a hundred young people gathered in a very short period of time.

I saw a man with a flat head and shorts holding a baseball bat, jumping up the stairs one step higher, and then yelling to the people behind him:
"Knife in hand, kill the dog!"

"Brothers, follow me. Today, those who have been wronged will be redressed, and those who have been vengeful will be avenged."

As soon as the words fell, an equally angry young man began to respond:
"If I don't take this revenge, I swear I won't be a human being!"

"Friends, the time for revenge for Eri has come today."

Break through layers of barriers.

These students, readers, and book lovers
He immediately rushed into the building, followed the footsteps of his predecessors, and headed straight to the 16th floor where the "Youth Foreword" magazine was located.

Although, Chief Editor Mo was already trying his best to shout into the intercom:
"CHRIS SHUT THE DOOR!!!"

"Lock the iron gate downstairs. As long as the iron gate is locked, they can't come up."

However, although Editor-in-Chief Mo was doing his best to give orders, the security guard downstairs helplessly told him through the intercom:

"I'm sorry, Editor-in-Chief Mo!"

"I can't lock it. I can't lock it at all."

Realize something isn't right.

The staff of the magazine immediately dialed the 110 number:

"Hello? Are you a police officer?"

"We were attacked by terrorists here."

Just as everyone was calling the police, these angry readers had already climbed from the first floor to the tenth floor of the building.

Even though there were six floors between us, I could still hear the angry shouts of readers downstairs:
"Belated love is cheaper than grass! Eri moved everyone, even the little devil Lu Mingze couldn't bear to hurt such a kind girl, but the person she loved, the so-called Lu Mingfei, was still hesitating whether to save her at the last moment of his life?"

"Even if you sacrificed a quarter of your life and gave everything you had to kill the White King, my Eri will never come back. She will never come back."

"Jiangnan, you son of a bitch, so this is the ending you promised us? My heart hurts so much now that I want to die. So you are satisfied now, right?"

"I have warned myself countless times in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep that these are just fictional characters in novels. They are fake. I can't find the little monster Eri, the little dragon girl Xia Mi, or my senior brother Chu Zihang in reality. But my friend, Jiangnan, I will definitely find you in reality."

"Today, I have finally waited for something."

When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent.

Eri was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You think.
Are the angry readers making such a fuss just because of Eri?

No.

Eri was just the fuse that started this riot.

In "Dragon One", everyone likes the loyal old Tang, who is one of the few close friends of the poor kid Lu Mingfei.
Then he was killed by the Jiangnan knife.

In "Dragon 2", everyone likes the little dragon girl Xia Mi, who has both personality and beauty, and can be called the chosen heroine.
Then she was killed by Jiangnan Knife again.

In "Ryuzo", everyone fell in love with the little monster Eri, who was as pure and kind as an angel. After taking on the role of Lu Mingfei, everyone thought they had met the love of their life.

then
She was killed by Jiangnan Knife again!

"Whoever we like, you write him to death? Do you enjoy playing with our emotions?"

In the corridor, there was a short junior high school student who looked extremely sad and angry.

His teeth were almost broken, and he was running towards the 16th floor at a very fast speed with an 18-centimeter machete in hand:
"Since you like to stab me so much, I want you to have a taste of it today too—"

"What is a real sword?"

"If I catch you, I'll chop you to death!!!"

Editor-in-Chief Mo had to admit that in his fifty-plus years of life, this was the first time he felt so flustered.

He was sweating profusely and his mind went blank.

At this moment, he had no idea what he should do next.

That's when.

Outside the door, there was a sudden shouting voice:

"Jiangnan, come out here!!!"

Hearing this voice, Editor-in-Chief Mo suddenly came back to his senses from his panic as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:
"Jiangnan?"

"Yes, Jiangnan!"

"These people are here to ask Jiangnan for an explanation. At this time, I can just call Jiangnan over and the matter will be settled."

Thinking of this, Editor Mo became flustered and frantically searched all over his body for his phone.

He took out his new Huawei phone from his trouser pocket and dialed a number decisively:
"Answer the phone, Jiang Hai, answer the phone quickly."

"It's urgent."

"beep--"

"Beep——" Unexpectedly, after the phone beeped twice, a familiar voice sounded on the other end of the phone:

"The user you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

Jiang Hai, with his actual actions, proved to Editor-in-Chief Mo what is true——

"Being brothers is in our hearts. If something goes wrong, we can't get through on the phone!"

Thinking back to the past few days.

At the dinner table, Jiang Hai made a promise to himself:
"If you have any problem, just call me. We are brothers and I will be there whenever you need me."

At this moment, Editor-in-Chief Mo's mentality suddenly collapsed:
"Shit, I feel like a clown right now."

If you come out to fool around, you will eventually have to pay it back.

Although I am very panicked at the moment, I am still worried for my employees and for the magazine I have managed for so many years and finally started to make some progress.
At this time, Editor-in-Chief Mo certainly cannot retreat.

"Who is Jiangnan?"

"Where is Jiangnan?"

"Let Jiangnan get out here!!!"

Just as hundreds of people rushed to the gate of "Youth Preface" magazine, the scene was in chaos and they began to clamor for the editor of the magazine to hand over the author Yanyu Rujiangnan.

A guilty editor responded to the people in front of him in a low voice:
"Jiang Nan is not from our magazine."

"Except for Chief Editor Mo, no one in our entire magazine has ever seen Jiang Nan."

It was at this time.

Earlier, the security guard who was still downstairs advising everyone to stay calm, Lao Bai, who was guarding the gate, finally ran up with the large group behind him:

"Peace is the most precious thing, fellow Taoists, peace must be the most precious thing!"

I saw Lao Bai running to the front of the crowd, trying to persuade these angry young people:
"You are still young, you must not go down the path of crime."

"This is the glass security door that the magazine spent a lot of money to upgrade. This is the newly installed security door."

“That’s really expensive!”

"Everyone please don't mess around. If there is any bump or collision and the glass door is accidentally broken, it will be a disaster."

That was the moment when Lao Bai finished speaking.

A baseball bat as hard as iron suddenly hit the glass door, smashing it into pieces.

"Crash, la, la, la-"

In an instant, broken glass fragments were scattered everywhere.

I saw a guy with a flat head and wearing shorts, holding a baseball bat, shouting at Lao Bai with an angry face:
"afraid?"

"If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come!"

"Today, if anyone dares to stand in my way, I will make him die along with this door."

Lost the protection of the glass door.

A group of people came in one after another and broke into the bright magazine office.

At this time, Lao Bai stood in front of the crowd again. He said to the young people in front of him with great sorrow:
"My friends, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

"This is where my colleagues work. If you smash these workstations, how will my colleagues work in the future?"

That was the moment he finished speaking.

next moment.

The workstation was immediately smashed to pieces by angry readers.

"No, no, everyone must calm down!" Lao Bai slapped his thigh while standing there, the pain on his face becoming more and more obvious. "It's okay to smash the workstations, but you must not break the computers and tablets on them. They are all company property."

That was the next second after Lao Bai finished saying this.

A loud shouting voice suddenly sounded:
“Smash it for me!!!”

The crowd that attacked the magazine office suddenly scattered in the office, and these people began to attack everything they could see almost crazily.

"boom--"

A computer was smashed to pieces.

"boom--"

The huge LED display was divided into two.

"Crash, la, la, la-"

The water dispenser in the tea room was kicked over.

All that could be heard was the extremely distressed voice of the security guard Lao Bai in the office, which rang out one after another at the scene:
"Don't touch that LCD TV. The magazine spent a lot of money to buy that LCD TV, not the young man. Why did you smash the TV again???"

"Calm down, everyone! Don't do anything out of line anymore. It's not too late to turn back now! That massage chair is the employee's favorite thing, you must not touch it. Hey, little girl, what are you going to do by walking over there with a knife?"

"The sofa in the lounge cannot be moved! That sofa is not worth much. Our security team just moved it to the magazine office two days ago. You short guy, what are you doing? Put down the lighter in your hand, you can't set a fire!"

"You can smash things, but don't touch the office decoration! The white walls must not be dirty. You tall guy, what do you want to do with a pot of paint? Ouch, put down the paint in your hand."

At the top of the immortal world, there is me, the immortal who persuades people to die.

I don't know why, it's like I was born to be rebellious.

The more Walter White forbids these young people from doing something, the more they want to do it. His main point is that they want to do the opposite of what he wants?
Just when Lao Bai was heartbroken:

"Put down the weapons in your hands"

He glanced and just happened to see Editor-in-Chief Mo slipping out of the editor-in-chief's office.

Adhere to the principle of fishing in troubled waters.

Editor Mo wanted to take advantage of the chaos and the fact that no one was paying attention to him to quietly slip away from the scene.
That's when.

A shocking shout suddenly rang out at the scene:
"Editor-in-Chief Mo, please leave quickly!!!"

The security guard Lao Bai resolutely rushed out of the crowd and decisively protected Editor Mo behind him:
"Editor-in-Chief Mo, hurry up and leave. Don't let these people catch you!"

Originally, everyone was still busy smashing things and had not paid any attention to Editor-in-Chief Mo who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to slip away.

But after Lao Bai shouted like this.

The eyes of the whole audience began to converge in the direction of the two people.

As if giving sincere advice, Lao Bai tried to persuade these young people who were already bloodthirsty:
"Editor-in-Chief Mo, I'm already over 50 years old. How can I stand this kind of torture?"

"Although, Editor-in-Chief Mo knows the Jiang Nan you are looking for."

"Although Chief Editor Mo is the general manager of the Youth Foreword journal."

"But this cannot be a reason for you to abuse him!"

"At Editor-in-Chief Mo's age, he is old enough to be your father."

Just when Lao Bai was trying to persuade
Everyone stopped what they were doing and slowly began to move towards Editor-in-Chief Mo.

step.

One more step.

Another step.

As he walked, he whispered:

"You're just fucking called Editor-in-Chief Mo."

Not afraid of god-like opponents, but afraid of pig-like teammates.

Originally, I could have slipped out quietly.