[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

ab is too shaky, making people discouraged.

Of course, she could only think about this kind of thing in her mind and couldn't say it.

But just because she didn't say it, Xinghe couldn't explain logically, "Of course it wasn't what I thought, it was the two traversers in front of you who did it."

The scene was awkward.

The cold wind in November resolved the situation very well. The woman stomped her feet, "It's so cold, hey, hey, I need to find a place to stay."

As she spoke, she naturally opened the next topic, "I am penniless now, can I apply for the initial capital?"

The puppet beside him nodded.

After arranging the identity of the woman with both parents dead and no sister and no house, the woman went to the police station to report the loss like Long Moumou, and obtained the Hunter World identity certificate a few days later.

The woman left the police station, and the temperature in November had already started to hover above 0, as if it could slip and fall to a negative number at any time.

In the past few days, the woman who falsely claimed that her ID card was missing was temporarily living in the Homeless Relief Center, but unlike other truly helpless people, the woman paid a fee.

Now that she has her identity certificate, she can finally stay in a hotel and find a suitable place to stay.

The woman hugged the scarf, and beside her was a red-tailed shrike, with brown wings and a white belly, and reddish tail feathers. It turned out that the original puppet had short legs and hands, and it was really difficult to move around. He picked another one that had just died. The bird is attached.

The woman smiled unconsciously while pinching her ID card, "After you find the house, you can sort out the manuscripts you have accumulated these days, and then send them to publishers. I don't know if people in this era will like this type of novels." .”

Different from the dreams of Long Moumou and Yang, women hope to obtain a comfortable writing environment without storms or other unwelcome twists and turns.

The Red-tailed Shrike landed on the woman's shoulders, and went with her to the housing agency to look at houses.

At the beginning, she chose the location of the Hunter Association to settle down and lived here for a few days. Whether it is environmental safety, or medical care, transportation, schools, and shopping malls, it is very livable. The headquarters of the association rushed over, but it did not trigger any violence.

Overall, very comfortable.

The woman quickly found a room and began to organize her manuscripts. She went to the bookstore to sell the best-selling novels in the past few days, and figured out the circulation trend here.

The general genre is similar to her previous life, adventure, children, romantic love, or suspense reasoning. The overall style is similar, but there are slight differences in details. Seizing treasures in secret realms and demonic realms, reaching the pinnacle of life or enjoying grievances and grievances, there are also such themes as traveling through time and space, resurrecting the dead, and traveling to another world, but there is no such thing as the blooming of flowers brought about by the big explosion of her later generations.

The most famous book on the sales list is After the Sun Disappeared. The author wrote in his own words that the inspiration for this book came from the Kajin Kingdom incident in September this year. When I saw that picture, I was in a daze and couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if that was the last warning from the sun."

The woman opened the online forum and typed a few words casually. She originally thought that netizens would have seven-second goldfish memories just like later generations, but to her surprise, after three months, there were still many discussions about this matter.

The woman wanted to take the opportunity to write a novel of suspense and reasoning for a while, but she was stuck in logic and IQ, so she had to give up. When it came to novelty, the woman tapped the keyboard with her tail finger and couldn't help but see the red man standing on the windowsill looking out. Tail Shrike, how about writing a cataclysm?

Based on the change of the sun in September, the protagonist is an ordinary person living in the Kajin King’s Capital. One day, a massive white light swept across the entire capital. Seeing the decay of the wreckage, he got up, collected good tools and walked out of the house, embarking on a journey to uncover the mystery of the catastrophe.

If the answer is the answer, the woman secretly glanced at the red-tailed shrike, why not set it up as a high-level civilized captive world as a virus testing ground.

In the ending, the protagonist breaks into the spaceship of advanced civilization with the little friends he collected along the way, drives away the aliens with a vigorous Hollywood popcorn fight, and restores the world to peace.

But in the end, the protagonist looks at the desolation and silence outside, and the despair in his heart grows like weeds. He activates the high-tech on the alien spacecraft to change the world line, and the protagonist is attacked by white light again.

After opening his eyes, the protagonist saw that he was sitting on a bench in a certain park in Kajin King’s Capital. This park was originally the base camp of alien spaceships, and it had long been a big pit with no vegetation, but the protagonist saw What's more, the vegetation is lush and lush, and there are people coming and going to watch around.

The protagonist asks the people around him what time it is, and the reply is September 9, the day before the white light, and everything is safe and sound.

The protagonist shouted excitedly that he was back. He finally succeeded in saving the world, and then he was cast with crazy eyes by the people around him.

The protagonist doesn't take it seriously, the wound on his back that was swept by the laser gun is aching, he knows that he really saved the world.

"And then, September 9th came."

what

The woman covered her face, what the hell did I write?

Horror cruise?

The Red-tailed Shrike, who had been injected with consciousness, flew to the computer, stared at the screen for a while, and said, "It's quite interesting."

The woman started writing, and with Xinghe's reasonable technological support, she sent this new manuscript to the publishing house together with the romance novel that was used to earn manuscript fees.

The publishing house responded quickly, and they accepted the manuscript of the romance novel, but as for the article from Baiguang, it needs to be discussed in detail with the woman.

The publishing house attaches great importance to this idea, and hopes to discuss with women about books in the series of suspense and reasoning. If the woman agrees, they are willing to focus on publishing new articles by women.

The woman agreed, and the staff sent by the publishing house were very happy. He was in a good mood and looked good at everything. He pointed to the red-tailed Shrike standing on the window sill and smiled, "Your pet is really spiritual."

Red-tailed Shrike glanced at the staff, then looked away.

The employee froze for a moment, he couldn't tell the strangeness in his heart, and repeated, "It's quite spiritual."

The woman didn't know how to reply, so she could only laugh.

Because of the ride on the "Sun Day" in September, the novel was blown up, and promotional posters were pasted on the gates of every bookstore. attracts attention.

This is the abandoned base building where the Spider Brigade temporarily settled down. It suffered a triple blow of water, electricity, and internet. If there are no windows in places other than candlelight, it is often dark with no light at all.

Kuroro was holding a book, and a candle was lit on the right, and the candle tears slowly condensed, like wrinkled white lace ribbons.

This candle cast a layer of halo on him, which is very stylish. Others are disgraced in the dark, only he has a beautiful face with halo.

Boys are very cute.

No wonder Pike liked him so much.

Kuroro likes to read all kinds of books, both useful and useless. In addition to supplementing knowledge, it can also facilitate him to start conversations with others, instead of blurting out the first sentence "today's weather is really nice, what do you think?" Or "you are so beautiful, you must be in your 30s" kind of death sentence.

The ink smell of the scroll masked his other smells, at least in the eyes of others or his target people.

His habit of reading books is also very easy to understand. If you like the type, you will read it word by word seriously. If you don't like it, you will press the edge of the book and retreat gently. The pages of the book are scrolling, and the ink writing is changing rapidly by his hand. Simple and boring words and sentences also flew past his eyes, and then he found the impressions or book reviews of this book from the Internet or the library, and he basically finished the book.

Based on this code of conduct, Kuroro, who was sitting on a large rock, liked the book in his hand and he read it for a long time.

The title comes from White Light.

After coming out of Kajin Kingdom, Kuroro was very interested in the vast light that swept across the capital on September 9, but at that time, time was running out, and he only dealt with the matter of Clemens in a hurry. The blockade, the political cleansing of the Kajin Kingdom.

The capital city is full of turmoil, and every day you can hear the soldiers' boots stepping forcefully on the road. They broke through the closed gates, dragged people in nightgowns off the beds, and blocked their screams. The voice was dragged into the carriage, and then there was no more. After that, these people disappeared and disappeared from the world.

Under this kind of high-standard control, the spiders who had just committed the murder did not act rashly. After everything was calm, they quietly left Kajin Kingdom with the flow of people, and had no chance to explore the head and tail of the white light.

When the Cajin National Brigade was disbanded, Maqi seemed to want to say something to him, but Kurolo stopped Maqi from speaking behind him. The white light read, and Kurollo knew as well as Maqi. He even knew what Maqi wanted to say. Talk about how familiar you are with white light.

In the current theory about mind, it is only divided into six schools. Roughly speaking, the mind power of the operation system is the same, and the mind power of the strengthening system is also the same. Individuals also have differences in the nature of their thoughts.

When they were young, the Fighters were injured due to various accidents, and it was Maqi's thoughts that split their skins. She was very familiar with the nature of their thoughts.

But

Kuroro didn't think it was a good thing for Madge to say that answer.

After he met Xinghe in Polika, he made three chapters with the knight, Fei Tan, so as not to spread Xinghe's return.

Xinghe has already embarked on a completely different path from them.

They are like two speeding trains. If they cannot run parallel in a straight line, they should diverge, and do not meet or collide.

People like them, what they think, what they do, and what they do are all based on their own thoughts, and their thoughts form a backbone to support their bodies. Even if they know that such lonely thoughts will only lead them to death, they will not repent. , because it was born that way.

They are, and so are Xinghe.

If you can't avoid it, when you meet again, it will be the time of swords and swords.

At that time, he asked Xinghe, "Will you kill me?" Xinghe said no, but this was the gentle old relationship between the old people, and it was the so-called sensibility that caused trouble between them, but in reality, they could not guarantee that they would be on the killing field. When we meet each other, what kind of life and death will it be.

Later, he seldom appeared near Polika, and this was also due to his old relationship, which prevented the two from meeting again on the killing field and making a life-and-death decision.

After coming out of Kajin Country, when the brigade activities ended, Kuroro stopped Ma Qi, "There is nothing special, let's disband."

He looked into Marge's eyes and said the words.

Madge nodded, picked up her travel bag and left, but she still couldn't help but turn her head, and saw Kuroro standing sideways in the wind, his clothes whistling.