Pollutant recycling site

"No hurry, you pack your luggage first." Lu Chenzhao didn't forget what they were here for, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth, "When we pack up, we have plenty of time."

Although Lu Chenzhao came to Zhou Yan's house for the first time, before he came, he had heard Zhou Yan talk about many things related to the place where he lived, from which he got a glimpse of Zhou Yan's daily life.

For example, Zhou Yan used to put some long-handled umbrellas in the storage bucket at the entrance, even if he forgot to bring them when he went out, as long as he opened the door with the key, he could reach out and take out the umbrellas.

For example, Zhou Yan has the habit of classifying books according to the book category, but the more detailed classification is completely according to his preferences. He will put his favorite books in the same category and put them in front of the bookshelf. As for those books that you don't like very much, and you won't read them again after reading them, they are either placed at the bottom of the bookshelf, or placed at a very high position that cannot be reached by hand.

Lu Chenzhao visited so slowly that Zhou Yan had already packed his luggage. He hadn't finished visiting Zhou Yan's house, only the living room and study.

Lu Chenzhao lowered his head and glanced at the two suitcases, one large and one small, placed beside Zhou Yan. If the suitcases were filled with clothes and some daily necessities that Zhou Yan needed, at least what Zhou Yan had prepared was enough for him at the recycling yard. Live in the 25th floor for more than a month.

Lu Chenzhao picked up one and looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling: "You have been away for so long, do you need to turn off the power before you leave?"

Zhou Yan: "Well, the switch is at the entrance, and it will be turned off when you leave."

Lu Chenzhao turned and walked towards the gate.

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you going to see the bedroom?"

"Save the surprise for next time." Lu Chenzhao turned to look at Zhou Yan, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "If I go in and don't want to leave, it will be very troublesome."

"Lu Chenzhao." Zhou Yan stood on the spot and called his name, "The black box is on us, you don't need to hurry. You can stay here as long as you want today."

Lu Chenzhao: "Even if I stay there with you for one night, do you want to go to the recycling yard tomorrow?"

Zhou Yan agreed without hesitation: "Yes."

"Next time, I remember that there are some really good dishes in the staff canteen in the recycling yard today, I want to try them with you. There is one more thing that may be very important to you..." Lu Chenzhao paused with a smile After a moment, he continued, "My diary, the pollutant numbered 'SRD-011D' was placed in the room on the 25th floor, don't you want to read it tonight?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

especially think.

Without any further hesitation, Zhou Yan picked up the suitcase at his feet and walked to the door. After turning off the water and electricity, he and Lu Chenzhao left his home.

Zhou Yan lived a little far away from the headquarters of the recycling site, so Lu Chenzhao would stay outside to prevent any accidents on the road. Zhou Yan didn't call for a car, and chose to drive Lu Chenzhao to the horror recycling site by himself.

The first time Lu Chenzhao saw Zhou Yan driving, he felt a little novel, so he kept watching with his arms propped up. Zhou Yan was a little overwhelmed by the sight, and almost lost his grip on the steering wheel.

Although Zhou Yan likes to be watched by Lu Chenzhao, he must pay attention to safety when driving. He decided to find something else for Lu Chenzhao to do: "Ning Luan said that "The Temple of Suicide" contains content that they have never experienced when performing missions. Click to open it, and tell me if it’s convenient for you.”

"It's not convenient to tell you..." Lu Chenzhao took out the phone from his coat pocket, found that it belonged to Zhou Yan, stuffed the phone into another pocket, and took out his own, "I can read it to you directly. "

Anonymous's novels are written very dryly. After omitting some content that cannot be described in the text, they use straightforward and popular language to tell what the investigators experienced.The content of the story is not bad, but the writing is very boring.

Therefore, when Lu Chenzhao read to Zhou Yan, he omitted most of the things they had experienced together, and only focused on what Ning Luan mentioned, which they had not experienced.

After reading a part, Lu Chenzhao felt that the content was a bit boring, and he didn't start to read every sentence to Zhou Yan until he saw the description of gods and temples in this book.

"After all the gods fell, most of the polluted liquid that flowed on the ground and wandered in the air disappeared. People came out of the fear of the past, rebuilt their homes, and gradually lived a normal life."

"Due to the lack of various living resources, some people put their minds on those abandoned temples.

People occupied those still usable temples and transformed them into places that would be used in many lives, such as schools, publishing houses, hospitals and so on. "

"As for the temples that were too dilapidated and could no longer be used, they were all demolished. The demolished building materials were used to build other more practical buildings, including residential buildings, stations, newsstands, etc..."

"Day after day, year after year, people get used to living without gods, and even gradually forget the existence of gods."

"Everything seems to be back to normal, and it seems not."

"The gods are gone, but there are still many legends about the gods in those bright, dark, and distorted places."

"I heard that several of those who read the horror novels published by the Horror Recycling Field died suddenly. The coincidence is that they all read the same book before they died, and it was a book related to gods."

"Some people say that they were taken away by fallen gods."

"But in fact, they found the gods themselves."

"What the Horror Recycling Field Publishing House publishes are just extremely ordinary horror novels. Only those who have been polluted or are being polluted without knowing it will read that book, be attracted by that book, and feel that the content in the book Deja vu..."

"No one knows that the people they thought were dead are actually living in another world in another way."

……

This passage in the book was dry and boring, but seeing that these descriptions might have something to do with Zhou Yan, Lu Chenzhao patiently finished reading it word for word.

"Tsk, the Horror Recycling Field Publishing House is the predecessor of the Horror Recycling Field novel reader. It seems that the content written by Anonymous is not something that ordinary readers can read..." Lu Chenzhao just finished complaining, and found that this chapter was locked. Window smiled, "It's very clever, these contents are written by Anonymous for you."

When the red light came on ahead, Zhou Yan stopped the car and turned to look at Lu Chenzhao: "Then he wrote too little."

"Maybe it's inconvenient." Lu Chenzhao raised his head to meet Zhou Yan's eyes, "Most of the content related to gods cannot be described in the book."

For example, from the beginning to the end of "The Temple of Suicide", Anonymous never used words to describe the appearance of the gods, not even the general appearance of the statue.

It was 48:[-] in the evening, and the sky was completely dark. Lu Chenzhao looked at the mottled light and shadow cast by the light on Zhou Yan's face through the window, and his tone of voice was as long as poetry: "Zhou Yan, there is actually one thing, I and others Not the same."

"Before I was pulled in by the book, I didn't see a familiar picture. Even before I fainted, my brain was blank and I didn't wake up any memory. As for being in a state of being polluted without knowing it, it is even more impossible gone."

"I've always wondered why everyone else has a reason to be an investigator and I'm the only one who doesn't."

"Just now, I suddenly thought of a reason that is especially suitable for me."

When the green light came on, the vehicle in front began to move forward slowly. Zhou Yan looked ahead and sat upright while holding the steering wheel with one hand: "What is it?"

"When I was young, I liked to listen to strange stories told by others, and I have been to many places with various legends."

"Maybe I have seen your god statue in some unknown place."

After he stopped reading the contents of the book "The Temple of Suicide", Lu Chenzhao did not stop his hand, and slowly tapped the screen again and again, turning the book page by page.

At this moment, his finger just stopped on the last page of the story.

-God is not omnipotent, but man is.Only people themselves can truly realize human wishes.

-When people put all hope and focus on themselves and work hard for it, they will find--

You and I are better than gods and can get everything.

(End of text)

The author has something to say:

This is the end here, thank you for your company and tolerance =3=

This article has been stumbling because I tried a different style from the past, and the update is very unstable. Fortunately, every chapter is written with all my strength. I don’t know if it meets everyone’s expectations, but at least, It's the best I can write so far.

I hope that the next book will try to be better.

There are 50 small red envelopes in the front row as usual, thank you for your support.

The next book will be "The Missing Person [E-sports]", the copy is as follows:

One day, a new anchor, Lu Qi, joined a game channel on a live streaming platform.

Live title: I look just like the cover, I am asking for a wild king brother online to take me with me, there are heroes here.

Because the cover photo is so handsome, everyone who saw it on the homepage clicked in, and he was quickly ranked as the number one traffic of the day.

As soon as he entered the live broadcast room, he saw the missing person notice on the screen, which was as difficult as asking for a marriage.

I have been seeking a wild king online for a long time, and the requirements are as follows:

1. Sea of ​​Heroes;

2. Like to make me popular;

3. I will arrest people, and I will never be caught to death by the other side;

4. The head and the economy are all mine, and when necessary, they must be able to play tools;

5. There are many more, I will make up later...

The audience hardened their fists.

[Why don't you find a father? 】

Some people stayed to watch the excitement, but they didn't expect to see their faces swollen.

[A person of this level still needs someone to take care of him?It's outrageous! 】

So far, more and more people are squatting in the Luqi live broadcast room to watch technology.

One day, Wen Xi turned the league over with his one-on-four wonderful maneuvers in a game.That night, there was an additional missing person notice on the screen of Lu Qi's live broadcast: 5. You must be able to hit four with one.

A fan posted a barrage: [Why don't the anchor directly report the news and ID card? 】

"It's not impossible." Lu Xi put down his phone, looked at the camera with a smile, as if watching the excitement was no big deal, "Why, do you want to invite him over?"

audience:"……"

No need to be called, Wen Xi came by himself.

The moment he came in, the barrage swiped across the screen.

【Anchor, your prospect is here! 】

[Although I don't know the cause and effect, I agree with this marriage. 】

Wen Xi: "Get out, I'm here to settle accounts with him."

Habitat CP Fans: It's over.

Fans thought they were knocking on the sky, but they didn't expect that they were bamboo horses, and they still had the kind of "baby relatives".

Lu Qi (attack, ADC) vs Wen Xi (shou, jungler)

The romantic and supernatural essay "My Ears Connect the Three Realms" by Tui Jiyou, author: Throw me a tree

The copy is as follows:

Lin Yan was congenitally deaf, but she never had a moment of peace since she was born.

Her ears cannot hear the words of ordinary people, but the voices of the underworld are endless.

Until one day, a person, a dog, and a bastard appeared at her door.

Her world was finally quiet.

Then, the other party gave her a rusty concentric lock,

"From today, you are my wife."

Lin Yan looked at the handsome and extraordinary man opposite him, but his whole body was cold:? ? ?