Wang Ling held the wine glass and drank it in small sips, this Japanese sake does not have too heavy taste, it is very light, but for Wang Ling's mood now, some indescribable tremors have been greatly soothed under the effect of alcohol.

After a glass of wine, the sun projection outside the window gradually disappeared into the corner of the sky, and the sunset was so realistic. The thick green vegetation gradually shrouded in darkness, and I don't know if the projection of the sky is a real simulation of the real scene on the surface at this moment. A crescent moon appeared above, but it was shrouded in dark clouds, and the leaves of the trees on the ground could be vaguely seen trembling slightly.

Li Qian had already turned on the light in the room, and the warm-colored ceiling lamp illuminated the room very warmly. Presumably, living in this underground base does not have to worry about claustrophobia, which is basically no different from the surface, and there will be no mental illness after living underground for a long time. Moreover, such a large space in this base seems to be at a constant temperature, about 20 degrees, which feels just right.

Closing the curtains, Wang Ling walked back into the room, frowning at his messy luggage. It's already eight o'clock, and if it's done, it's estimated that it will take a long time. But fortunately, the bed has been covered with futon, it seems that it was given by the company, and I saw my schoolbag leaning against the side of the bed, and a piece of paper was pressed on it.

Picked it up and looked at it, it was some apartment management regulations, what is not allowed to smoke indoors, not allowed to use the pot to cook in the room and so on. It was all nonsense to throw it into a paper ball, and if there were such rules, then I didn't see the prophet warn me just now. Wang Ling already knew that every room was within the scope of the prophet's surveillance, of course, it was not that cameras were installed in the rooms, but that the smoke detectors and voltages in the rooms were being monitored.

opened his trolley case and saw that his clothes were neatly folded and placed inside, Wang Ling exclaimed. Unexpectedly, the staff of the dormitory management department turned out to be quite humane, which couldn't help but warm Wang Ling's heart. I opened my boxes one by one, and everything was sorted into neat sheets, so it wasn't difficult to clean up. After all, there is no need to reclassify it, it just needs to be arranged.

But tonight Wang Ling didn't plan to clean up, kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed, today is really like a dream for Wang Ling. He closed his eyes hard, and then opened them again after a while, still in a warm ceiling lamp. Some laughed self-deprecatingly, and there was still some resistance to accept this too bizarre reality.

Suddenly, Wang Ling wanted to do something, he sat up with a carp, found his notebook from the box, boarded the published novel website, opened the manuscript he had written yesterday, and prepared to upload it.

But his hand suddenly froze, as he thought about why he had come here. Isn't it because the story in your novel really happened, and what will happen if you upload this chapter of your own? The fingers pressed on the mouse trembled, but they did not dare to click on it. It seems that he has been entangled in a spell, and his novel has become a Death Note-like existence. Is it a coincidence, or is it the arrangement of fate, or is there some behind-the-scenes mastermind who controls everything, and he is just a small chess piece.

Wang Ling was suddenly a little glad that he was found by the company, if it continued like this, he didn't know what would happen next. Although I know that I just wrote the story in my head and did nothing else, who knows how many people will die according to the plot in my book if I continue to write it like this.

The sense of terror struck again, and Wang Ling was trembling all over his body, what should he do in his future life.

"What's the matter, is there something wrong?" Li Gan, who was watching a certain sound, noticed Wang Ling's abnormality, threw his phone aside, and asked.

Wang Ling opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time, he should be able to trust him, Jonathan assigned him to be his mentor, maybe he should tell him about himself. It's just that Wang Ling is really a little speechless, after all, if there is a writer who tells you that the stories in his novels are all true. Some ability, vindictiveness, magic, or a ring with a golden finger hidden, a cheat found in a cave under a cliff, or a dragon on one of your mounts. Then this writer will definitely be sent to a psychiatric hospital, and then on the home page of the browser the next day, I will see: Shocked! A certain writer has driven himself crazy because of years of writing, and he actually said such things in public!!

"What you experienced today, I have already experienced it last year, if you have any questions, you may want to ask me, maybe I have the experience to tell you. Li Qian spoke again.

That's right, Li Gan and himself are the same generation, and there is no generation gap. Who here can have no story, no one is born with the halo of the protagonist, in this real world, no one has a million-year soul ring as soon as he gets started, Li Gan must have had a similar experience, maybe he should ask him.

Thinking of this, Wang Ling sorted out his thoughts and told Li Gan what happened this morning. My experience was actually very short, and I finished it in a few minutes. When he heard that the novel written by Wang Ling really happened in reality, and it also led to the death of the company's employees, Li Qian also frowned.

"I think you should keep writing. He said very seriously.

"But if I keep writing, there's a good chance that someone will die at the hands of the geists!"

"But have you thought about it, you're no longer a wild Death Note now. You're in the home base of the Soul Hunter in China, and if you write a novel, it's going to happen. It doesn't matter if you write or not, whether you publish it or not. Know that it's your brain that writes these stories, neither your computer nor the website you publish. When this story is conceived in your mind, in fact, the story of this palm has already been written, even if you don't type it out and upload it. However, what should happen will happen. The one who really has something to do with this world is yourself. ”

Wang Ling was stunned, yes, the real problem is probably himself.

"You say, I'm not a monster. He took out his mobile phone and looked at his face reflected on the screen, but it seemed a little unfamiliar, Wang Ling muttered.

"Well, do you want to hear my story?" Li Qian ripped off his nightcap and threw it on the bed. Then he took out two whole bottles of sake from the cabinet, opened one bottle and handed it to Wang Ling's hand, opened one bottle himself, and took out another Marlboro and threw it to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling nodded subconsciously, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

After taking a long sip of wine, Li Qian began his narration.

It turned out that Li Qian was an American, born in a small town in Virginia, and he was still called Taylor at that time. Originally, his life was also extremely ordinary, with not excellent grades, some excessive looks, and no good friends. His parents abandoned him when he was very young, and his adoptive parents took him in, although the family conditions were not good, but they were very good to him. If there is no thing in the future, he will definitely be an ordinary person in his future life, maybe he can't find a girlfriend, and he will die alone.

However, as he grew up, he slowly discovered that he was a little different from others. These differences began when he was ten years old, and because he had no friends, Taylor spent a lot of time playing with himself, or just in a daze. One afternoon, Taylor lay in his bed, looking at some toy rockets hanging from the ceiling, and a model of the solar system. Children often imagine themselves having magic and being able to control things when they are young, and Taylor is no exception. He pointed to the big rocket and muttered, "Enterprise takes off and heads to Mars." ”

This is what he often amuses himself, but this time, after he finished speaking, his head hurt for no reason, and then he subconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened the forbidden ban again, he was horrified to find that the rocket, which he called Enterprise, was flying around Mars in the model of the solar system, and the suspension rope that had been used to hold it in place was broken.

Terrified, Taylor yelled and ran out of the room.

Tyro cried and found his father, who came into the room. I thought that the child was probably asleep and had nightmares, so it would be nice to comfort him. However, the moment he walked into the room, his father froze. I saw that the room was extremely messy, and the rocket was now deeply inserted into the hard brick wall.

The whole family was terrified, thinking that there might be some demon trying to hurt Taylor. So he was taken to the town church, where the priest took out the cross and began to pray for Taylor. Tyro was even more frightened when he saw the priest's behavior, and he cried out loudly and tried to flee. The priest motioned for Taylor's parents to hold him down, then raised the cross in his hand and read the Bible aloud to Taylor. But before he could finish the sentence, the cross in his hand began to fly slowly.

The priest was frightened, too, and he chanted louder and louder, but the cross flew faster and faster, knocking the church furnishings into a mess. The Bible fell to the ground, and so did the priest, who had never experienced anything like this.

Taylor and his parents eventually returned home disappointed, and the priest said that there was nothing he could do, and that they should find another way to find another way. Seeing Taylor's scared look, his parents were very distressed, but there was nothing they could do.

Since that day, everything has changed. Every day, something will fly up around Taylor for no reason, and then destroy the surrounding mess. From pens and basketballs to kitchen knives and axes. The family lives in fear every day, and Taylor can't go to school anymore. The neighbors all kindly sent crosses and hung them all over the walls of the house, but to no avail.

It couldn't go on like this, so Taylor's parents quit their jobs, sold their house, and started taking Taylor everywhere for help. They have seen doctors, priests, bishops, living Buddhas, all the beings they can think of that can deal with this power, but it is useless.

Eventually, they came to China, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in this ancient and mysterious country.

Sadly, as they drove down the road in a rented car, Taylor's head hurt like never before. Amid the exclamations of their parents, their car slowly floated. His father unbuckled his seatbelt and tried to escape from the car with Taylor and his wife. But at this time, Taylor fainted in pain and knew nothing.

When he woke up, he found his head covered in blood. They were already on the ground, and the front windshield of the car was all shattered, and the entire engine case could be seen missing. When he fainted, the car fell from the sky and hit the ground in front of him. And his parents, who were also sitting in the front two seats, waited for Taylor to get up tremblingly, and when he wanted to wake up his parents, he found that they had already lost their breath, their bones were shattered, and the blood stained the car red and oozing.

Taylor fainted again, and when he woke up again, he saw Bingning's eyes.

Hearing this, Wang Ling couldn't help but ask, "What did you say before that you just graduated from college?" ”

Taylor smiled, smiling ugly. The wine bottle in his hand was already half empty, and he took a big sip again, "I was rescued by Bingning to the company and met Director Jonathan." For the next two years, I spent the next two years in the hospital, where a psychiatrist with blood skills treated me and the directors came to see me regularly. I see, those things flying up are not actually caused by demons, but by my soul oracle, Nianyu. On the day of the accident, it was my soul oracle that awakened. Actually, I was the murderer of my parents. ”

His eyes were red, not because he wanted to release the soul oracle, but because he was sad red. Wang Ling didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to sigh, suddenly he was less afraid of what happened to him, compared to Tailuo or Li Gan, at least he hadn't lost his dearest.

"They taught me how to control my power and told me about the two opposing sides in this world. The directors didn't just ask me to join the company, but tried to send me back to school, and they said I was still young. Last year, after graduating from university, I officially joined the field support department, and Jonathan gave me a Chinese name, Li Qian, which is probably what he got up with his feet. ”

Wang Ling suddenly understood what Jonathan would arrange such a mentor for himself, he just looked unreliable, in fact, he had been secretly training for many years, maybe among his peers, Li Qian was the most qualified person to be his mentor.

Thinking of this, Wang Ling raised the wine bottle in his hand, the two looked at each other and nodded, and poured the rest of the wine into their mouths.