The house is money, the story is life

"The origin of the story is a book, an immortal book."

The corner of his mouth was raised, Han Biluo turned his head halfway, and looked at Zhou Tang who was sitting opposite him from the corner of his eyes, and the end of the sentence was very long: "Due to some inherent defects, this book cannot grow by itself, and must rely on the help of others. Others came to collect and write stories for him. Those who were recruited by him were called "writers" by him, and now they have become "typists". The current typist of this book is this Another character in the story—not the protagonist, but a supporting role with a little bit of a role. His existence is not important at all, the only value lies in his experience—he once picked up something, a sprig of spiritual wood This branch itself has no spirit, but it has spirit energy and still retains the powerful power of spirit wood. The typist did an opportunistic thing-he took a part of the branch off and made Become a business card, write your name on it, and cultivate these wood chips into spirits. In this way, you have domesticated a very useful servant for yourself, so that you will not always be able to lift your head in front of others. As for the remaining part of the wood , he gave it to the Book of Immortality. Book of Immortality felt that he didn’t need it, so he put it away, protected it with blindfolds, and hid it in the deepest part of the cabinet, almost forgetting its existence. Until someone One day, a villain appeared—this villain was difficult to deal with, more annoying than all the villains he had encountered before. The guy was more powerful than the Book of Undying, and he dared not deal with him himself; he wanted to send his own typist typist, but this typist is too weak. He can't do anything."

"Then what should we do? The Undying Book thought of a good way. He found the broken branch of the spirit tree and turned him into a typist—oh yes, in order to prevent others from discovering his plan, this The lovely book spirit even lied to his companions in a serious manner. But that's not the point—the point is that he turned the piece of spirit wood into the appearance of a typist, and endowed him with short-lived sanity and activity Ability, do you know AlphaGo? Well, yes, that creation is similar to it, even a little more intelligent. Our lovely book spirit, his so-called good idea, is to make such a life-sized figure and send it to Come to me, pretend to talk to me, pour chicken soup."

Looking at Zhou Tang whose expression was gradually becoming stiff, Han Biluo smiled even more happily: "Don't say it, it's quite resembling, just like the real thing."

He stood up, walked up to Zhou Tang, patted his face, squeezed it lightly, laughed, turned and walked to the window.

The curtains were not drawn, and his face was clearly reflected in the glass.Staring at his own reflection, he said slowly, "So now, where are you?"

"The purpose of your coming here is nothing more than to get rid of me. Once it's done, let me never trouble Xia Shi again. To achieve this goal, there are only a few ways. The first is the most impractical talk and Chicken soup, the probability of this being successful is too low, you will not put your treasure on it. The second is the simplest, kill me. But Xia Shi will not do this, it will make him feel very troubled. The third is It’s a good way to modify my memory. But how can I modify my memory? Either I am like me, changing the story written in the soul, but this is too difficult, and Xia Shi may not be able to do it, he I'm not happy to do this either. Either it's more fantasy, and it just hypnotizes me-I believe Mr. Typist will like this option very much, because in this way, he will have a part in the scene."

Looking into the eyes of the glass seed himself, he muttered to himself: "So, you must be here. I know it, you are here, hiding in the dark like a little lion, waiting for an opportunity to attack me."

"The question is, where are you?"

"In the corner? At the door? Or like me—in this glass?"

Without warning, he turned around suddenly, waved his hand and hit back.Following his movements and a crisp sound, a figure appeared out of nowhere and fell to the ground. A palm-sized square character rolled out of his hand and rolled all the way to Han Biluo's feet.Han Biluo picked it up and saw that it was a word for "hidden".

"I'm sorry, I was a little more aggressive when I was excited." He pretended to apologize to the figure who had just fallen out, and at the end of his joking sight was Zhou Tang's livid face.He was getting up from the ground in embarrassment, with red marks on his face from Han Biluo's slap.

And behind him is another "Zhou Tang" sitting on a chair.At this moment, that "Zhou Tang" had no expression on his face at all, and looked like a real puppet.

Zhou Tang looked back at the man, frowned, then turned to look at Han Biluo: "What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to make a fuss. After all, I am a villain, and I have the right to talk too much—are you going to praise me? I ruined your plan beautifully, and you don't plan to Say something to express it?"

Zhou Tang snorted, took a step back slightly, and couldn't hide the tension on his face: "So? What do you want?"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not the kind of snake-spirited person who kills people indiscriminately. I'm still very reasonable. If you dig a trap and I see through it, then I won. You always No objection?"

Zhou Tang glanced at him suspiciously, then put his hand into his pocket secretly: "All right, even if that's the case. So, what do you want now?"

"According to the rules of playing cards, the winner should be the first player in the next game..." Han Biluo said, and suddenly approached Zhou Tang, grabbed his collar, and pulled his face in front of him.Gently stroking the opponent's face with his fingers, he tilted his head slightly: "Your turn is over. Now, it's time for me to go first."

"I don't know what kind of plot you like? Abusive? Sweet? Love and kill each other? It seems that silly white sweet is more popular these days, but it's a pity that even if you like it, I can't write like that—after all This story is mainly for your master to read."

In the silent corridor, Xia Shi seemed to sense something, and suddenly turned his head.

The boy in front of him didn't miss this opportunity, raised his hand and threw out two square characters.Xia Shi curled his lips impatiently, turned around and stretched out his hand, stretched out the five fingers of his right hand to prop up his body, an invisible barrier opened up, just enough to stop the vines that were rushing towards his face, and seeing him retract his five fingers, Flames rose from the barrier, burning the vines in an instant.

"Is it over? Is it interesting to use 1.0 skills to deal with me who is 2.0?" Looking up at the boy opposite, Xia Shi's expression was not very happy, but the boy didn't care. Two square characters appeared on his palm.Xia Shi curled his lips again, and pushed forward with his palm, the fiery barrier immediately slid forward, the two sides bent, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a four-sided wall, trapping the young man inside.

The barrier became a prison, but the flame attached to it was still there, jumping non-stop, licking the boy's body again and again.The young man turned pale with fright, and dodged around in the small space, occasionally looking at Xia Shi through the barrier, but the eyes were still resentful.

"This makes people who don't know think I'm a villain." Xia Shi rolled his eyes, pressed his palm down, and the dancing flames went out immediately.The boy finally calmed down, huddled in the corner of the cage, panting non-stop, still holding a "explosion" in his hand.Xia Shi glanced at it lightly, and kindly advised: "I suggest you put that away, it's useless."

The boy glared at him, but didn't speak.

"Has anyone ever told you that your temper is really bad? Was your temper that bad before?" Walking to the side of the transparent cage, Xia Shi squatted down and looked at the trapped boy, "Or because With emotion, why did it become so bad?"

The boy turned his head away, not wanting to meet his gaze.Xia Shi raised his hand and knocked on the barrier, and the boy knocked back even more fiercely, with some scars on his face from the impact, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Really, it's like a little wild cat. Seeing you like this, I can't say anything about it." Xia Shi sighed, took out his phone and checked the time, "It's probably going to be a while there, we have to wait If you have time——in this case, why don’t you come and have a good chat? Let’s start with the simplest one, my name is Xia Shi, how about you? What’s your name?”