I survive in a high-risk world by writing essays

"It should be placed near the balcony. It was put down by a bird." Mu Mei said in a low voice.

What he didn't say was that although the sender was just a bird, his wonderful radar made him feel that the person who sent the letter might be the one who had been drunk by him before recovering his memory and ran away.

But this is just a guess brought by his radar, whether it is true or not depends on the content of the specific letter.

Near the balcony.

I looked up and looked around, walked to the edge of the balcony, stared at the place where things were easy to hide, and finally found the letter stuck inside a crack in the balcony railing.

I don't know if anyone will use this method to send me a message... Compared with sending messages from mobile phones, it must be faster and safer.

Mu Mei's expression doesn't know why she looks a little nervous, but also has a subtle sense of tension.

I hesitated, opened the letter, and pulled out the white letter paper inside.

"Whose letter? What did you write?" Ryoko poked her head out of my shoulder curiously, and rubbed her chin on my shoulder. I didn't let her read it, unfolded the folded letter paper, and looked at the letter paper. front.

...

"—Blank?" Ryoko asked in confusion.

As Ryoko said, the letter paper was completely blank, and I couldn't see a single handwriting. After reading it over and over for a few times, I opened the envelope and looked inside, guessing whether the handwriting was written inside the envelope.

It turned out that there was nothing, and there was nothing else attached to the envelope, just this blank letter paper.

"Shouldn't it be someone's prank?" I wiped the blank space on the letter paper wonderingly, and I wondered if it was someone who wrote the letter with some special material, and I needed a special method to read it, such as burning or something. .

But to be honest, it's totally superfluous.

So it should be a blank letter.

"Did you see who sent the letter?" After I put down the letter paper and envelope, Mu Mei hurriedly asked expectantly.

I shook my head.

Since it was a blank letter, I didn't pay too much attention to this hypocritical thing. I just put the blank letter away and went to the bookshelf to check the first wave of people reading me. Did you mess up anything or take anything away when you were on the bookshelf?

"How could it be blank..." Mu Meiyou whispered in disbelief.

Two hours later, Junpei, who woke up from a severe coma, also came to my side, chatting with me for a while in a depressed mood before leaving.

This incident probably gave him a big blow, especially after waking up and knowing what the higher-ups had done to the knotweed, the young man probably felt quite angry.

Among the four people in the first grade, although Junpei looked introverted and quiet, he was always the one who smiled quietly among the four who were fighting and fighting, but he paid no less attention to his companions than any of them.

He took the initiative to choose the auxiliary position, and when developing jellyfish abilities, he mostly focused on auxiliary abilities, cooperating more and helping his companions to exert more attack power.

The mind is very delicate.

As a reliable adult, of course, I first comforted Junpei, and then poured him a few mouthfuls of chicken soup to cheer him up and focus on becoming stronger.

After seeing Junpei off, the sky darkened, and today was almost over.

"Next, speed up, let's finish writing "Human World" first." I sighed, and opened the book "Human World" that was kept by Mu Mei, and after re-reading the previous one, Get to the desk and write the rest of the content.

"Human World" is almost finished.

In fact, the conception and writing of the human world are already very slow. I already had the inspiration of the human world to write this book in June and July in the summer. As a result, I have not finished the rough first edition until now.

...Although there are indeed a lot of things that happened in between, the bigger reason is that I was too leisurely. Whenever I got stuck, I stopped to do other things, such as fishing. I used to get stuck Most of the time, I smashed the glass and wrote it out abruptly, and then I said it after grinding away the stuck place.

But fortunately, after the first edition is written, it is very easy to modify and write the full version based on the first edition. You only need to fill in some omitted descriptions and sentences. If it is fast, I will try my best to write more every day. It can be written in two months, and then it will take three or four months to go through the publishing process.

However, change does not happen overnight. Generally, it is normal to spend a few years, ten years, and decades. They are not so fast in the magic world to find scientific research talents. Rough calculations, if "Human World" is really like me If the curse occurs as expected, I will probably be faster.

This is still counting the follow-up film and television, animation and other time.Please ask the editor of Zhongxiang to help me choose the ones that I am willing to start working on as soon as possible when selling various copyrights.

I thought about it for a while, then cleared out the mess in my mind, moved the tip of the pen slightly, and began to write the rest with a sinking heart.

The pages of the book turned over after a while, and the writing was surprisingly smooth this time. When I got to the plot I wanted to write, I almost didn’t need to think about it, so I just wrote it naturally. I forgot the time in the outside world, and when Ryoko poked my arm lightly and called me to sleep, I realized that the hands on the alarm clock had passed several times, and it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

"Wait a minute, I'm not too sleepy, I'll go to sleep after I finish writing this episode." I rubbed my fingers that were a little stiff from holding the pen for a long time, and discussed with Ryoko.

This kind of sinking state is rare. If you stop and let it go for a while today, you will probably not have this state when you wake up tomorrow morning.

So I think it's better to stay up late and write.

Anyway, there are not many modern young people who don’t stay up all night. At this point, there are still many young people whose nightlife has just begun... If this state can continue, I don’t think it’s a problem to stay up all night. Anyway, it's still during the New Year's holiday. Now that everyone is back, they don't need to go to class, and they can catch up on sleep tomorrow.

"Tomorrow I will write about sake. Staying up late is not good for your health. It is said that it is easy to die suddenly!" Ryoko's tone was not very strong, with a hint of persuasion.

Since I’m not very tough, then I became confident, “It’s okay, I don’t often stay up late, it’s just today, I go to bed a little later——Okay, don’t talk about Ryoko, my inspiration will run away if I delay Lost."

Ryoko had no choice but to let me continue writing, sat by and watched for a while, then stood up to cook something for me to eat later when I was hungry.

I will continue to write down the train of thought just now.

How should the ending be set up better?

When the dead return to the world, they have to eat the flesh and blood of the living to survive forever. If they don’t eat for ten days, they will become a pile of dry bones again. Under such a setting, it is inevitable that the crisis will be resolved, but I wrote this story The purpose is not to let this be resolved, but to use this story to maximize some negative emotions, so there is no need for a good ending.

So be it, the ending has most of the living dead wiped out, but a few survive.In the beginning, a high-ranking official set a precedent in order to keep his resurrected wife. With one, there will be a second and a third... In short, there will be some living dead who are hidden for various reasons.

But the living dead need the flesh and blood of the living to survive, which is a contradiction that cannot be ignored.

As a result, it started with horrible creatures, and finally returned to the struggle and contradictions of human beings.

That's it, an open ending, let the readers guess what will happen in the end.

I wrote down these words very smoothly, and when I finished writing the ending I conceived, I put down the pen and took a long breath, squeezed my stiff fingers, and showed a satisfied smile.

Now that the complete skeleton is in place, tomorrow we can go back to the beginning and fill in the meat.

It wasn't until I finished writing and relaxed that the fatigue and drowsiness caused by long-term concentration spread slowly, and my eyes were a little dry. I told Liangzi that I would eat her porridge the next day and go to bed first.

Because of mental exhaustion, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow, and naturally I didn't know what happened to the blank letter paper that I put down in the drawer after I fell asleep.

Forget when it started, I haven't had a dream for a long time... Probably April to now?

But today, after I fell asleep, I had a long-lost dream.

Saying it was a dream, my consciousness seems to be too clear, I can clearly realize that I am dreaming now, and I can think in an orderly manner, knowing that I am myself, instead of turning into other kinds of dreams like usual dreams. various identities.

Just dream and see if it will bring me any interesting inspiration.

I spent all my time waiting for the scene in my dream to become clear.

...Well.

The place I am in is a Japanese room.

I can feel the existence of my own body. This kind of experience is relatively rare, because it is in a dream. I am less cautious than usual, and I am quite curious to walk around in this Japanese room to explore.

The floor was covered with dark tatami mats, and some incense seemed to be burning somewhere in the room. I could smell the faint incense, which smelled like something from a temple.

If it is a temple, is the inspiration related to Buddhism this time?

After exploring this Japanese room, I planned to explore other maps, so I opened the sliding door of the Japanese room and walked out.

The scene in this dream is the same as in reality, it looks like it is also late at night, and there is a long long corridor outside, there are no other rooms on both sides of the corridor, there is only this Japanese room, the only place with a little light is this Japanese room A small candle was placed on the ground outside, so that the corridor seemed too long and too deep, and I didn't know what was at the end.

I picked up the small candle that was placed at the door of the Japanese room, and walked slowly along the long corridor to the end.

Looking at it this way, even the clothes on me are the ones I wore before going to bed.