[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

The women's books sold like crazy, and she became famous when a magazine voted White Light the best book to read by the fireside in winter.

Many admirers sent letters, and some wanted to visit them in person, but unfortunately, they ran into a wall at the publishing house and could only leave dejectedly.

The woman also encountered such a scene once when she was passing by the publishing house when she was out shopping. She couldn't help being speechless, and hurried home with her bag. By the way, she told the publishing house not to give out her address. .

In December, it was snowing heavily.

The woman was walking on the sidewalk, the snow under her feet creaked, she was in a trance, and she was planning the next book, she thought about it, and didn't know if there were any other rides that could be taken, but with the previous manuscript fee at the bottom, it wasn't that bad. flustered.

The palm-sized red-tailed shrike followed her against the weather rules. There were so many strange things in the hunter world, and few people paid attention to them.

The north wind whizzed past with the snow, but at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky had already taken on a dark color, and the woman pulled her hat down as hard as she could to block the oncoming frost knives.

Going out on time every day to relax has become a part of her life, but she never expected the snow to come so suddenly.

She couldn't help speeding up her pace and walked towards the rented house.

Red-tailed Shrike stood on her shoulders, motionless, as if the bone-scraping winds were light goose feathers.

The woman was thinking about the rush, and only cared about the things under her feet, until the lightness of her right shoulder caused her to look sideways. For some reason, the red-tailed shrike, which was originally standing on the shoulder, flew out of the air and flapped its wings. Go to the wooden fence on the side of the path and poke behind her.

"What's wrong"

Women don't know why.

The voice of the Lord God sounded in her mind, very calm, "It's nothing."

But after saying these words, a layer of light suddenly appeared on Red-tailed Shrike's body, and the light spun and condensed, forming a thin young man with black hair and black eyes, and a tall and straight figure.

The woman gasped, this was the first time she saw the human form of the main god, perfect, but not like a human being, with an inorganic cold glow.

The young man who appeared suddenly was still watching the road they had walked, and the woman looked towards the end along the way. There was only a series of footprints printed on the snow, which were gradually filled with heavy snow. The scene is blurred.

The woman squinted her eyes hard, and she finally saw a little color from the blurred midwinter snow, a little black, not so obvious printed on the white background.

From the looks of it, it seems to be a person's hair color.

The same black-haired person stood at the end of the wind and snow path, stopped and looked at each other from a distance.

Although the wind and snow were heavy, they couldn't block their sight.

The woman vaguely felt that the two men were staring at each other, and after a while, the black mark gradually receded, completely swallowed by the wind and snow.

The woman timidly asked, "Is that someone you know?"

Xinghe retracted his gaze, picked up the red-tailed Shrike who had lost his soul and was reclining on the railing, turned around and continued walking forward, "Acquaintance."

"Oh." The woman nodded repeatedly, following Xinghe's footsteps.

She has an idea.

The story begins in December, and the two old men met on the road, nodding, smiling, and passing each other.

But at the moment when the two hunched figures crossed each other, a small knife lit up in the hands of the two old men, hidden in their palms, it was extremely fast and sharp.

This is a 40-year-old grievance.

The woman stopped typing on the keyboard, what kind of acquaintance she wanted to arrange for these two people.

"They were destined, their parents died in the same disaster, they went to the same orphanage, they liked the same girl as a teenager, they were rejected together, their lives overlapped so much that they often thought, This is my half body, only Only the ax of Fate can break this link."

"And then fate came as it should."

What kind of grievance? The woman paused again. She hesitated and didn't know how to deal with this drama of fate. She raised her head and looked at the red-tailed Shrike standing on the window sill, still facing the snowy scenery outside the window.

What kind of grievances will make the two of them watch from a distance, but refuse to approach.

It will make one person back away automatically, and then the other person will say "this is my old friend." and turn away.

The red-tailed Shrike on the windowsill sensed the woman's gaze, and looked back at her with its small brown eyes.

"The shuttle technology is ready and it will leave in a few days."

"Hey"

Shocked by the news, the woman forgot what she was thinking for a while, "Really, I can leave right away"

She was a little bit reluctant to leave the fame and fortune here, but she still wanted a super high death rate.

"I can leave anytime."

The sudden disappearance of a new best-selling author has caused quite a stir. Many people joked about whether this author has changed the timeline like her protagonist.

The publishing house did not know where the writers had gone, they were only entrusted with renting a house, and donating all the manuscript fees to charitable foundations.

They sent someone to clean out the writer's rental house, where they found an unpublished manuscript with several names on the cover, switching between brothers and familiar strangers.

In addition, there are no sundries, and it can be seen that the writer left in no hurry.

However, there was a red-tailed shrike lying on the balcony, and it didn't know how long it had been dead.

The woman opened her eyes and found that she was in the main god space she named herself, and the black crystal in the middle was still glowing with colorful light.

A display interface is spread out on the black crystal, and several eras are listed on it.

The woman has a rough look, Japan's Edo period, little heroes, and Kuroko's basketball

Without thinking too much, she immediately ordered Heizi's basketball, she loves peace, long live peace.

Xinghe nodded and told Shizheng to open the transmission channel to World 2.

But before that, he took a look at Long Moumou and Yang who stayed in Shizheng and had nothing to do. The two of them were so bored that they could catch lice on their bodies.

"The efficiency is too low." Said Xinghe and researcher a.

"What's wrong?" asked researcher a.

Xinghe clicked on the travelers selected these days, "It is too slow to observe the replicas and their reaction environment one by one, and statistics require a lot of data."

He clapped his hands, "Let's do this, select a lot of mind bodies, and then send them to various worlds. According to the future I see, set different development lines according to different degrees of danger, so as to observe their behavior."

As he said, Xinghe selected many wandering mind bodies, and split his own consciousness to attach to them.

In order to prevent the mental body from failing on a large scale, Xinghe asked Long Moumou and Yang to be guides to guide novices to take correct actions.

So

As soon as a certain Huangmao who had been reborn after death opened his eyes, he saw scattered people lying on the ground, the room was dim, and the lights were not bright.

Then an unreliable middle-aged man sat on a barrel and covered his face with a headache.

Huang Mao felt that this scene was very familiar. He quietly raised his wrist and took a look. There was a watch on his left wrist. The scene seemed familiar.

Long Moumou covered his face and said "You are already dead"

Huang Mao yelled "ah, I know"

"What do you know?" Long Moumou asked.

"You are Zhang Qiang, aren't you?" Huang Mao had a surprised and complicated expression on his face, "But Zhang Qiang is not so weak."

You thought you were playing infinite horror? Of course, to some extent, there is nothing wrong with that.

Long Moumou, who is very familiar with infinite horror stalks, has a toothache.