Sometimes things can go far beyond your imagination, and when you don't think of it as a big problem, it will quietly erode your life little by little, until you are powerless to resist.

It all started half a year ago, when I started writing novels at the suggestion of An Jin. But at that time, there was no score, and there was no outline, just write whatever came to mind, and at first it was still a whimsical scribble on paper, and finally a story line was roughly finalized. Probably a female policeman went undercover for the gangster, and as a result, she fell in love with the gangster, and she betrayed the organization for the gangster, but he already knew that the policewoman was an undercover agent, but he just wanted to use her to hit the police hard. Regarding the ending of the story, I once wanted An Jin to give this policewoman an ending, because of the policewoman's name, I used An Jin's name.

In the first month I started writing novels, I had almost no income, and I had to spend every day in front of the computer, and no one looked down on me, only An Jin believed in me, I once thought about giving up, but when I thought that there were still twenty readers supporting me, I gritted my teeth and persevered.

Four months ago, I visited and consulted publishing houses throughout the county to inquire about publishing, but it seemed that third-rate writers like me were not treated well by them.

Three months ago, I received a letter, the letter was brought back to me by An Jin, and it was mailed to Old Man Jiang's hotel, I really can't figure out who will send me a letter, although communication is not very developed now, but few people use such an ancient way of writing letters.

I opened the letter with great curiosity, but there was nothing on it, only a cat's paw drawn in the place where the money was made, and I just threw it in the trash as a prank, and I couldn't figure out how such a boring person could be.

I thought it was over here, but I didn't expect that every day after that, An Jin would come back with a letter, and it was surprisingly consistent, with only a cat's paw drawn on it.

I checked the address from which the letter was sent, but even the post office could not find the sender's information. This made me a little panicked, and according to the post office, they said that this kind of stationery would not be possible to produce with the current technology. To prove that they weren't lying, they compared two pieces of stationery to me, and the letter I received, thin and tough, was indeed very different from their standard stationery, and far superior in quality to the standard stationery of the post office.

If this letter was not sent by mail, then it could only be that someone put it in Old Man Jiang's restaurant. Writing a boring letter every day, what kind of person I really are, this aroused my strong curiosity. So I waited from midnight until noon the next day in my night clothes, and I didn't see any suspicious people. According to An Jin, every morning when the hotel opens, you can see the envelope, because the envelope is pressed under the roller shutter door, then it may only be placed under the roller shutter door in the middle of the night, I squatted all night and did not find any suspicious people, I also let go of this suspicion, probably because I have written too many mysterious and strange stories recently, resulting in a lot of mental pressure.

I yawned and went home for a nap, and while I was sleeping sweetly in my dreams, An Jin pulled me up from the bed again, because the envelope appeared again......

I was stunned to look at the letter handed over by An Jin, I squatted at the door of the old man Jiang Hotel almost all night, and it was impossible for someone to quietly put the letter under the roller shutter door when I was there, but An Jin explained that today's letter was not pressed under the roller shutter door, but found in the mailbox, but she said that no postman came yesterday, and the mailbox of the previous day had already been emptied

I carefully recalled the details of my visit to the door of the Old Man Jiang Hotel, if there was anything strange, it was that there was a pitch black cat that stayed at the door of the Old Man Jiang Hotel for a while, wait a minute, cat, cat's paw, I looked at the cat's paw on the letter, and felt my mind buzz blank......

Just kidding, it can't be a cat putting a letter in the mailbox!

An Jin directly opened the envelope, took the letter out of the envelope, and then shouted excitedly, "This letter is different, this letter not only has a cat's paw, but also a photo and a postal stamp......"

I snatched the letter in An Jin's hand and read it carefully several times, and I was furious in my heart, I didn't expect that these postal people actually lied to me, in order to cover up their incompetence in not finding the sender, they actually used the low-level excuse of not having stationery to deceive me, in my concept, this seal is impossible to fake......

I angrily took the envelope and went directly to the post office to confront the staff, but the staff insisted that the letter was not sent by their post, and thought that I had made a fake chapter and spread rumors to deceive, I was angry and hit the postal staff, but I didn't expect to be taken back to the police station by the police, but fortunately An Jin fished me out......

The more I thought about it when I came out of the police station, the more angry I became, this white paper and black stamps were all there, how could it not be that they sent it, but I suddenly realized that there was a photo in the envelope. The sender's address is in the tea city, I looked up a lot of news about the tea city on the Internet, but I didn't find any clues, it seems that the building in the photo does not exist at all.

The next day, the letter appeared on time, but it was written on it. I was shocked to look at the dense small words, read it carefully, I didn't expect to be deeply attracted by the story for a while, but the story is to the wonderful, suddenly stopped, and the place to pay, is the cat, this story is exactly the same as I thought at the beginning, even more wonderful than I conceived, I tried to reply to him, but the letters I wrote to him seemed to be lost in the sea.

It wasn't until seven days later that a new letter appeared, with the second half of the story and a sentence along the lines of telling me not to reply to him, that my letter could not have been sent......

This piqued my curiosity even more, and I even became a fan of cats, and I thought that this cat was probably a fiction writer like me, but I couldn't find any information about him on the Internet!

I never gave up the idea of contacting the cat, but he seemed to be missing, and the letters seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and I thought that An Jin had thrown them away, but after I asked, An Jin said that she had never given me any letters at all.

I thought she was joking with me, but after three days, I realized she wasn't joking, because when I went to the post office, the guy I had beaten was like he hadn't seen me at all.

I took out a piece of letterhead, drew a cat's paw on the letterhead, and showed it to An Jin, An Jin's puzzled expression was not like a pretend, she said that I was under too much mental pressure, and I must have had some strange dream, but I didn't think so, the dream couldn't be so real, although the letter was no longer there, but the story that the cat told me was clear in my mind.

I went crazy.,Delete all my novels.,And then I wrote the story of the cat letter.,In the cat's version of the novel.,The gangster killed the policewoman with his own hands.,But that kind of shock has not relieved me until now.,I took this novel as my final draft.,Contact the publishing house.,But still no publisher is willing to publish it for me.,I'm not surprised by this kind of thing.,I went home as usual.,Knocked on the door of An Jin's house.,But An Jin doesn't seem to be at home.

I glanced at my watch, it was time for An Jin to get off work, she should usually be at home at this time, but I didn't see An Jin come back until twelve o'clock in the evening, she had never come back so late, I couldn't sit still, I rushed out of the house directly, searched all the places An Jin could go, asked all her friends, and didn't find An Jin.

I fell into despair, and An Jin disappeared right in front of me, like the cat, until a week later, the police found An Jin's body by the moat.

The moment I received the call, it felt like the whole world had collapsed, and I ran to the moat like crazy.

But the police directly expelled me from the place of the crime, I squatted on the side of the road and cried, at that moment, I knew that An Jin had already become a part of my life, I had the idea of suicide, just when I was about to jump into the river, a woman rescued me, I looked at the woman's face, fell into endless doubts, because the woman turned out to be An Jin, and she didn't know me......

I've been secretly looking for An Jin's murderer, but I'm getting more and more aware that this matter is a bit beyond my knowledge, because An Jin, who saved me, is a gangster, but in fact an undercover gangster policeman, all of this is exactly the same as in the novel written by the cat, but I can be sure that I am not dreaming.

And her every move is completely no different from the novel, the plots in the novel are all staged around me one by one, I think I must be crazy, but it wasn't until I watched An Jin feel powerless when he was shot by the gangster in front of me that I knew that it was not fake, but something that really happened in front of me.

When I woke up again, it was three days later, looking at the police in front of me, I was instinctively a little afraid, but at the moment I saw An Jin, I was sure that everything was just an illusion, that is, I entered the world of my pen and became a witness to the story, and the only way to return to reality is to let the story end, but I, as the author, have no ability to change the ending in this story

When I actually experienced it myself, I suddenly found that I had a better grasp of the story, and every character in the story seemed to have flesh and blood, which made me feel ecstatic, as long as I could keep entering my world, then I would be the greatest writer in the world

Three months later, I received a strange phone call, and the call was to go to the Tea City Publishing House to sign a contract, and the editor-in-chief said that he would give me a signing fee of 100,000 yuan

I was hesitating when I received another letter from the cat

And there is a new story in the cat's letter, and the beginning of the story is a train to the tea city, I know that as long as I go to the tea city in person and let the cat's story end smoothly, then I can write another amazing work

You always think that you have control of the world, but in fact, the world has long since left you......