The world is not right [rebirth]

Baseball cap outstretched hands.

"I don't know if you ask this kind of question. Even Nuwa, who specializes in storing superpower data in the Super League Committee, couldn't give me advice. I haven't used superpowers a few times since I awakened, because every time I use it It will cause a lot of trouble. And I can't tell whether the words I see are powerful words, so that I can't read them out when I read books and magazines, otherwise I will violate the law on the use of superpowers. But my hobby, how could they be so cruel..."

Zhao Ying's thoughts couldn't help but drift along with him.

He first wanted to ask about the law governing the use of superpowers, and then felt that such legal matters might not be explained in a few words, and then he wanted to ask why baseball caps couldn't even be read from books.

Zhao Ying loves to read books very much, and he still has the symptoms of a literary youth. He once thought about holding a collection of poems and reading aloud sitting under the shade of a tree. This kind of thing is very pretentious. The problem is that he can't speak.

In any case, isn't it personal freedom to read quietly or read aloud when reading a book?When did the law even regulate such a trivial matter, and even forbid it?

"Because my super power is not strong," he seemed to see his doubts, "how the things described by the materialized text depends not on me, but on the text itself. Once the text runs out of power, the text will be will disappear from the world."

The baseball cap raised a finger and shook it, "Let's give an example. Let me tell you that when I used superpowers, I read aloud a famous novel by Victor Hugo and turned into a It was a beautiful and big castle, and then the book disappeared."

Zhao Ying was stunned.

What does it mean that this book has disappeared?

Just judging from the meaning of the words, the baseball cap seems to mean that after he reads it, the book disappears, but when the book disappears, it disappears. Why does the baseball cap say it in such a serious tone?

Zhao Ying has known baseball caps for a long time—no, it can’t even be called acquaintance, although they have saved their lives, but the two have not even exchanged names—he doesn’t know baseball caps very well.He felt that the man in the baseball cap was quite strange. He remembered the elevator escape posture so skillfully. He should be the kind of person who cared about his own life, right?But in order to save Zhao Ying, he jumped into the falling elevator room, ignoring that he would be in danger and might be injured or even die.

The characteristics displayed by this person are really too contradictory, and such contradictions are also reflected in the baseball cap.

After getting along for a short time, Zhao Ying found that the subtleties of the baseball cap are well-bred, and those Shamat clothes that he doesn't like, if you look carefully, you can find that the material is very good, maybe it is a big brand.But a child from a well-educated family will dress up as a non-mainstream killer?Even the hair dye used was of inferior quality that even Zhao Ying could tell.

He talked non-stop, he seemed approachable and easy to communicate with, but he hadn't exchanged his identity and name with Zhao Ying for such a long time.

Contradictory, too contradictory.

Zhao Ying couldn't help but fell into a fugue for a moment, imagining that if such a person was used as the protagonist...

……No!Wait, let's put the protagonist's problem aside. The current problem is that Zhao Ying feels that baseball caps are not a person who can't tell the difference, so he said in a serious tone that the book disappeared, it must be because the disappearance of the book is a serious matter. The problem.

The former master writer carefully thought over what the baseball cap said, and finally thought of a possibility...

At this time, the baseball cap said a four-letter name.

Zhao Ying felt that he had heard these four words, but he was at a loss.

"That Victor Hugo masterpiece," said the baseball cap, "after I finished reading it, any trace of its existence in the world disappeared, in all print, manuscript, electronic, online, and The fragments stored in various places, the memories created by everyone after reading it, and even the comments written by others for that famous book...all disappeared, because these are all part of the power of that famous book, all of which are consumed by my super power It has to be cleaned up, just to build a castle that only existed for three days."

Zhao Ying opened his mouth.

He is a fan of Victor Hugo. He has read every work of that gentleman dozens of times, and he can even recite it word for word from beginning to end. In his rented house, there are works by Mr. Hugo Hardcover edition of the collection.

Listening to the description of the baseball cap, he had a four-letter name in his mind, but he didn't.On the contrary, when he carefully explored his memory, he found that there was a rag chasing his thoughts, wiping his memory of that book clean, as clean as the blue sky washed by water.

No... no, no!

How could this be!

Such a masterpiece should leave a bright place in the history of human culture. How could it disappear from the world with such a ridiculous reason and in such a funny way!

The tone of the baseball cap was also very depressed, but half of his attention was on looking for something that could pry the iron door up, and the other half was on his temporary companion, so Zhao Ying dropped the phone and jumped up. When a fist was thrown at him, his body blocked the fist with a quick reaction, and he kicked Zhao Ying to the ground.

Then he and Zhao Ying struggled to raise their eyes and looked at each other.

In the eyes of the baseball cap, his temporary teammate is a good-looking young man, but with his own appearance, he has long been resistant to the so-called beauty, and the beauty in the eyes of others is just an ordinary evaluation in his eyes.But at this moment, looking at Zhao Ying's slightly red eye circles and angry eyes, while immediately reflecting on what he did wrong, he still felt pitiful for Zhao Ying's appearance with broken glasses and watery eyes Xi, it's very beautiful.

So he subconsciously let go.

Then Zhao Ying tripped and fell to the ground with a sweeping leg.

The two teenagers lay face to face on the ground, stared at each other for a while, and suddenly laughed out loud with their stomachs in their baseball caps.

"Four Eyes," he nicknamed Zhao Ying without any problem, "I think you're quite funny."

Zhao Ying's face darkened.

The fat man under the iron gate was about to turn pale.

Fortunately, the fat man seemed to have regained a little consciousness, and his low moan called Zhao Ying and the baseball cap's attention.Zhao Ying also remembered that this was not the time and place for him to fight for the god of novels, so he got up with a dark face and found the mobile phone that he had just thrown away in a fit of anger.

The baseball cap didn't comment on his mobile phone style that was far behind the times, but yelled: "Ouch Nokia! I just said how did you shake the phone so simply just now, so you were waiting here, why did you have What do you want to say? Well, you type really fast, your superpower...is...a superpower related to writing?"

He froze for a moment and laughed.

"That's a good thing, Mr. Fatty has been under pressure for a long time, so why don't we try it first?"

Still not working, Zhao Ying shook her head, quickly pressing the glowing phone buttons with her fingers.

[After reading my novel, your behavior will be forcibly controlled, and you will spread my novel to people other than me. Unless you successfully spread it to three people, you will only be able to wake up when the time limit is reached. ] "Hahahahaha, your super power is very interesting, it's much better than mine," said the baseball cap, "But even so, I think I can give it a try, because my super power is the power to consume words, if The power of your superpower attached to the text has been consumed, how can you control me?"

That's what it says.Zhao Ying frowned, but once the baseball cap fell into the effect of his superpower, how could he find three people in this place to let him go?

"Could it be that you mentioned your super power to me just to make me greedy? If so, your approach is simply too unkind, super unkind, do you know, I haven't used my super power for a year Now, you don’t let me use it when I have a chance to use it! If you are a man, please feel free to write and write!”

Zhao Ying took a deep look at him.

Although this person has all kinds of contradictions and can't get rid of the works he admires the author, but in this case, he can still take the responsibility on himself... he is a pretty good person.

But he can't get Hugo's book (reread).

Zhao Ying decided that he still hated baseball caps.

[If you fall into my super power effect, no matter what happens later, I will be by your side. 】Zhao Ying typed such a line, tilted his head, and looked at the baseball cap looking at the screen of his mobile phone across the bend of his neck. When he saw the baseball cap nodding, he turned his gaze back to the mobile phone screen.

"Originally, I wanted to talk about a disaster relief machine in an earthquake, that machine that can lift a lot of weight, but I can't remember what that thing is called, and you probably don't know how to describe it, so it's the most important thing for us. The simple way is," the baseball cap paused, and stretched out two fingers, "a fulcrum, and a crowbar."

When his voice fell, Zhao Ying's fingers had already started to move.

[An earthquake just happened here, and the iron door of the underground warehouse fell down, pressing down the fat administrator—] When the first word came out, the baseball cap had already been read out, and his voice was that of a young man The unique clarity, as gentle as a stream of water, as violent as a glacier, with the rhythm that Zhao Ying is most familiar with, just rightly brushed away the distracting thoughts in Zhao Ying's mind that had not faded away, and helped him concentrate.

...How familiar with the rhythm?It was too late for Zhao Ying to think so, so he concentrated on the keyboard.When he finished writing the first sentence at the beginning, his train of thought was still a little unclear, but at this moment, various inspirations were as clear as the stars in the night, and how to write the next one seemed to have been conceived long ago, flowing from his fingertips.

Such smoothness made Zhao Ying very happy.

In his joy, he didn't even notice that the first two words he typed just now disappeared from the screen.The words read by the baseball cap seemed to be melted in that beautiful voice, and when they reappeared, they had turned into a group of pure butterflies of light, a small one, flickering, flapping its wings, and flew away from the screen of Zhao Ying’s phone Come out, dance to the rhythmic recitation of the baseball cap, and sprinkle light dust all the way in the dark basement.

"There are only wooden boxes and steel poles in the warehouse, which can be used to pry up the iron door, but the professor and the doctor are against casual construction—"

Dozens of butterflies danced around them, and the baseball cap read the two characters who suddenly appeared in confusion.

【—The professor and the doctor discussed together and selected a fulcrum position and the length of the crowbar that can guarantee the rescue of the administrator and ensure that the administrator will not be injured again.According to their instructions, people put things in designated places. 】In order to minimize the possibility of accidents, Zhao Ying deliberately cut out various adjectives.When the plot came to an end, when he stopped typing, the text plus punctuation marks happened to be 140 characters.

Reaching 140 words, this unattractive excerpt of the story seems to have changed its appearance in an instant, with blue and white sparks flashing, staring at the screen of the mobile phone and reciting the baseball cap, feeling the juice in the head begin to turn into paste, coincidentally, He also read to the last word.

"--Designated place."

The voice fell.

The butterflies around them flapped their wings, and spread out in the dark basement in an instant. The soft light that showed miracles was like clusters of flowers, covering the eyes of the two teenagers.