[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

"Are you sure you don't need to read Zhou Mo's novels before this time travel?" Jiang Hai asked with some concern.

"No need." Zhou Mao waved his hand. "Anyway, only two chapters of her novel can be read. I don't think it makes any difference whether I read it or not."

At this time Zhou Mao was already lying in the survival cabin, watching the surrounding liquid slowly rise.

Jiang Hai was debugging the data.He sighed softly: "You are right." Then he connected the line to Zhou Mao.

"Remember, the login password is 870503." Jiang Hai said, "If you feel something is wrong, immediately repeat this set of numbers in your mind."

He paused. "Don't let the world trap you."

Zhou Mao nodded.

The hatch closed slowly, and Zhou Mao closed his eyes.Let him be brought into Zhou Mo's novel by a force of suction.

When Zhou Mao felt a soft object touch his back, he opened his eyes.A ceiling covered with yellowish striped wallpaper came into his eyes.

Zhou Mao was lying on the bed, covered with a thick blanket.He turned his head and looked at the environment.

This is a small room.Furnishings are simple.It was a bit dark because of the curtains drawn.An old wooden desk is placed under the window sill, with some papers stacked neatly on it, and next to it are two-story lockers.In the corner, a copper kettle was placed on a half-person-high black charcoal stove.

The fire in the charcoal stove had already been extinguished.The surrounding air was cold and humid.Behind a slightly closed door, the whimpering of water pipes could be heard faintly.

Zhou Mao sniffed, and a faint smell of sulfur floated into his nostrils.He frowned and sat up on the bed.

The blanket slid off him, Zhou Mao's skin touched the damp and cold air, and he couldn't help shivering.He casually grabbed a piece of clothing on the stool beside the bed and wrapped it around his body, stood up and opened the curtains.

The light in the room was not much better because the curtains were drawn.Outside the window, small three- to four-story buildings and stone-paved streets were submerged in a somewhat yellowish mist.People wearing dark windbreakers or workers' uniforms walked in twos and threes under the cover of dense fog.

Zhou Mao left from the window.He went to the charcoal stove, lit the fire, and took another piece of charcoal into it.

The air around the charcoal stove began to heat up, Zhou Mao rubbed his hands and walked into the bathroom next to him.He turned on the faucet, and there was a loud noise from the water pipe, and it took a while for the water to spurt out of the water pipe.

Zhou Mao rubbed the water on his face indiscriminately a few times with his hands, then shook his hands, picked up the towel beside him and wiped his cheeks.

There is a small round mirror above the sink, Zhou Mao raised his head, and through the mirror, he saw a young foreigner with flaxen hair and green eyes.

Zhou Mao blinked and carefully observed himself in the mirror.Although he is a foreigner, he can still see Zhou Maoben's shadow from his eyebrows, which is also a very strange thing.

Zhou Mao put down the towel and left the bathroom.From the moment he opened his eyes, he felt that something was not quite right.

"It's too quiet." Zhou Mao murmured.

Traveling to this world, until now, he has not heard a word from the narrator who has been chattering in his mind.

"Narration?" Zhou Mao called for the narration in a low voice.

After a while, he heard a familiar voice whisper in his mind: "I thought you would never come back again."

Zhou Mao shook his head, and said helplessly, "You said the same thing in the last world. Didn't I come back the same way?"

Narrator: "But the plot of the last world... was so chaotic. I thought you would feel dangerous and stop coming in."

"How could it be?" Zhou Mao said, "Momo is still here, I can't keep her."

"Besides, the situation in the last world was also because I lived too smoothly in the first world, so I was careless. I will pay attention to it in this world."

Narrator: "But I still feel a little dangerous..."

"Since you think it's dangerous, hurry up and persuade Momo to come back." Zhou Mao smiled. "Also, I haven't read Momo's novel, so I have to trouble you to keep reading the narration in this world."

"Okay." The narrator agreed.

"By the way." Zhou Mao asked suddenly, "At the end of the last world, I felt like you were warning me. Did you find anything?"

"I don't know too well." The narrator said, "I just suddenly felt that the story wasn't mine...it wasn't Zhou Mo's novel."

"That's it." Zhou Mao said thoughtfully.He opened the closet and looked for clothes to go out with.

"I'm going to start the narration," said the narrator.

Zhou Mao nodded.The narrator cleared his throat: "Tom Mau is a small police officer in a small town in England..."

"Wait, what's my name?" Zhou Mao asked.

"Tom Mao," the narrator replied.

"Tom Cat? Is my little gong called Jerry Mouse this time?" Zhou Mao smiled wryly and said, "Why is Momo getting less and less particular about her name?"

Narrator: "..."

Zhou Mao: "...I won't interrupt, you continue."

Zhou Mao listened to the narration of the novel while getting dressed.The narration first described Zhou Mao's appearance, and then briefly introduced the background.From the narration of the narration, Zhou Mao understands that this is a world where humans, vampires, werewolves and other races coexist, with Britain as the background.

Since there are werewolves and vampires, I wonder if there are magicians.Will there be a Ministry of Magic, platform 94/3 or something.Zhou Mao thought.

"No." The narrator directly denied it.

Zhou Mao stuck out his tongue.According to the narration, he picked up the briefcase on the table, put on his windbreaker, and prepared to go to work at the police station.

According to the narration, he needs to take the tram that takes the workers living in the city to the steel factory to the police station.But probably because Zhou Mao was delayed at home for a while, when he reached the pick-up point, the tram had already left.

"This is different from the plot from the very beginning, what should I do?" Zhou Mao asked the narrator.

"It's still the old rule." The narrator said: "If the deviation is not too big, continue, if it is too big, just go back to the original point. Let me see my plot deviation indicator first... Wait!"

The narrator suddenly yelled, and there was no movement for a while.Zhou Mao couldn't help being startled.

"Narration?"

"... My plot deviation indicator is gone!" The voice of the narrator appeared again, looking very anxious. "That way I can't estimate how far the plot deviates."

It turned out that the thing turned out to be physical.Zhou Mao complained silently in his heart.

"It's okay," he comforted the narrator: "In order to prevent another deviation, I think as long as the content of the novel is different, you can send me back to the beginning. In this way, there is no need for any indicators."

"No," said the narrator, with a very annoyed voice: "Every teleportation back to the beginning is an automatic behavior of the indicator. I just hold this thing and notify the traverser when it is about to teleport."

"It means you don't have the right to teleport traversers at will?"

"...Yes." The narrator replied, his voice a little embarrassed. "I'm just a narrator holding an indicator. But how can the indicator be lost?" It became anxious again.

"It's okay. Don't worry." Zhou Mao felt the anxiety of the narrator, and said gently: "It's useless to worry now. Why don't you just leave it like this. I'll try to follow the original plot and see what the end result is."

"..." The narrator was silent for a while, "Okay." It whispered, and then said in a lower voice: "I'm sorry."

Zhou Mao smiled: "There is nothing I'm sorry about." He wrapped the windbreaker tightly.

Since I missed the tram, I had to walk to the police station.

At the end of the street, the huge figure of the steelworks loomed gray in the mist.Looking at the tall chimneys in the distance, Zhou Mao felt a little uneasy.

Problems arose just at the beginning.I don't know how much the plot will change in the future.But since you've already worn it in, let's go down and try it first.

Anyway, I still have the logout password.Thinking about it, Zhou Mao took out two pence from his pocket, bought a small piece of bread from a bakery on the street, and ate it while walking.

Probably because it is too close to the steelmaking plant, there is always a faint smell of sulfur in the air.But Zhou Mao has been in this environment for a long time, and he can't smell it too much.On the road paved with stone slabs, four-wheeled carriages and ancient cars drove together.The horseshoes and wheels made different sounds as they touched the ground.

The era of this world is probably earlier than the background era of Where are the Fantastic Beasts.Zhou Mao thought.However, it is probably all overhead, and it should not matter which era is specific.

According to the narration's instructions, Zhou Mao left the street and turned into an alley.He circled around in the alley, and finally stopped at the door of an inconspicuous small building.Zhou Mao looked up and saw a sign hanging beside the door, with the words "Police Station" written on it squarely.

Zhou Mao: "Uh, it's Chinese..."

Narrator: "... Chinese is easier to set up. Besides, you can't understand English."

Zhou Mao muttered, "Anyway, I have passed level [-] or [-], I still understand police office" and pushed open the door of the police station.The bell on the door jingled.The people in the house noticed the movement and looked at the door in unison.

It was a narrow, long room with a few tables crammed awkwardly.There are no windows on both sides of the house, and the lighting effect of the electric lights is not very good. Everyone has an oil lamp on the table.

"Good morning, Tom." The lady sitting closest to the door greeted Zhou Mao first.She was round, with light brown hair and soft eyes.

"Good morning," the narrator told Zhou Mao her name, and Zhou Mao nodded slightly to say hello, "Hannah."

Hannah smiled, pointed to the seat behind her quietly, and said to Zhou Mao: "You are late. Before Sergeant Brown arrives, come and sit in your seat."

"I'm here early, Officer Hannah." A fat man came out of the partition at the end of the room.He has a beard, wears a pair of glasses, his hair and beard are gray, and he looks kindly.

Sheriff Brown stared at Zhou Mao from above the lens: "You are late, Officer Tom."

Zhou Mao made a remorseful look: "I'm sorry, Inspector Brown. I got up late and missed today's tram."

"It's okay." Sheriff Brown showed a kind smile, "You come with me. Last night, old William finally caught Paul Rousseau. He interrogated him all night, but he didn't expect to encounter a hard nail. There was no result at all. .”

He patted Zhou Mao on the shoulder: "Maybe you can help old William interrogate Mr. Rousseau."

Zhou Mao nodded and followed Inspector Brown to the partition at the end of the room.There is a table and an electric light, and it is a place for interrogating suspects.

Inspector Brown tapped on the wall next to the cubicle door, and at the end of the desk a gaunt detective of about 50 looked up.The two deep dark circles on his face showed that he had worked all night.

"Tom is here," said the inspector. "Let him interrogate the prisoner for you. Go and rest first."

The detective didn't seem to want to give up his position: "I'm not tired." He looked at the other end of the table and said stubbornly: "If he doesn't plead guilty today, I won't rest."

"Confession?" The person across the table sneered.He spoke in a lazy and magnetic voice: "What crime am I guilty of? No matter how many people you call to interrogate me, the result is the same."

Zhou Mao heard this man's voice, and shifted his gaze to the man opposite the police detective. At the same time, this man also looked up at Zhou Mao.

This is a very handsome young man.He was wearing a black windbreaker, which made his skin as pale as paper, and his light golden curly hair was tied in a bunch lazily and casually, hanging on his shoulders.

The eyes of the two met, and the young man's light blue eyes looked straight at Zhou Mao. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up, showing a playful smile, and he turned his head to the police detective.

Zhou Mao's heart skipped a beat for some reason.

This man is really good looking.Zhou Mao thought.

The author has something to say:

new world!The story of the vampire and the little police officer.

I can finally write a little detective story.The last world suffocated me【You

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