He shook his head vigorously, put aside the useless complaints and doubts, and continued his foraging journey. His wandering gaze suddenly stopped on a novel with a strange name.

'Trafford Buyers' Club' – Locho inadvertently becomes the owner of a strange club, a club that deals in everything......

There are some strange themes and not-so-brilliant introductions, which seem to exude the illusion of a little dragon arrogance mixed with the mysteries.

"I hope it's not some bloody urban fantasy novel. No matter what the appearance is, you have to click in and see the text to evaluate it. Otherwise, how innocent and unfortunate it is to be labelled by imaginary comments. Touching his nose, Wu Yu clicked into this book.

Some surprises, this is not a traditional urban novel that upgrades and fights monsters layer by layer to reach the pinnacle of life, but more like a life travelogue composed of countless lives? A book with imperfect stories about the theme of hope and redemption.

The existence of the invisible to pay,The most precious thing is not just time and life,But the sparkle and positive magnificence in human nature,Watching the protagonist Luo Qiu gradually begin to perceive and contact those unusual stories from ordinary people from a young man who ignorant accepts the club,And the gradual unfolding of another real world that is strange and displaced, but well covered up under the order,Wu Yu tasted a trace of the fragrance of meeting a good book for a long time,It seems that he has won the grand prize.。

It's just that...... Why are there so many typos in the book!

One by one, the meticulous plot undoubtedly shows the author's writing skills. The trajectories of different characters are intertwined in the dark, winding out happy or sad stories and then drifting apart, while savoring the satisfaction of reading like toppling tarot cards, Wu Yu found that he didn't know why the book was mixed with a lot of typos.

- Is he a wayward author again, but all the small typos can't stop Wu Yu from building the whole scene, compared to pinching his face, it's too pediatric to change a typo.

The moon in the sky rose higher and higher, and Wu Yu, who was unconsciously leaning on the trunk of the tree, had closed his eyes, and the novel in front of him had turned to the last page, showing only a big unfinished to be continued.

…………………

On a strange street, Wu Yu looked around with interest, perhaps this was the most abstract world he had ever seen.

The faint whiteness of the fish belly in the sky indicates that this is no longer the evening of the familiar world. Wu Yu, who had already entered the world once, was not too flustered, but he had a headache about how to go back this time.

The trail is not long, not far from before and after are thick fog, most of them are not yet open stores, the only one in the foggy world is a steamed bun shop that opened early, a pair of old couples are kneading dough, the fragrance wafting out of the high steamer is like spirituality drifting in the direction of Wu Yu, there is a look about twenty years old on the side, with not like the light and moist in the city, shuttling back and forth to clean up the table dishes, greeting guests The figure is as light and eye-catching as a butterfly.

It seems that it is indeed the world of the book "Trafford Buyers Club" that I am reading, and in front of me is the old Chen family of the pair of steamed bun shops near the protagonist's house who want their children to inherit their own craftsmanship, and the clumsy cowardly Fluttershy who has just succeeded in transforming through the club's trading.

What is the first thing to do when you travel into the text world constructed by the novel, to find the main plot and the characters to develop the aura of foresight and foresight for profit, and then turn the world and the plot upside down?

Of course not!

Wu Yu touched his stomach, which had only eaten less than two thousand words at night and was a little dissatisfied, of course, it was the most important thing to go to a full meal first. As for the mysterious club in the book, in fact, it is as familiar to Wu Yu as his own, and he can naturally meet it when he wants to.

"Beautiful big sister, here are two baskets of steamed buns with fresh meat!" This time, perhaps because he was traveling through a normal urban world, Wu Yu found that his clothes and appearance were exactly the same as the one who should be napping next to the laurel tree under the girls' dormitory now. So as a little hairy head who has just entered high school and hasn't reported it, it's better to have a sweet mouth, at least even if the little Fluttershy demon in front of him is a transcendent existence.

As for the money to buy the buns, Wu Yu shamelessly looked at the vague mass on the table that should be where the paper should be placed.

"Hey, who lost the hundred yuan here, I'm so grateful to be penniless." With a happy evil smile, Wu Yu repeatedly and firmly completed his scenario setting, and easily pulled out a sheet from the suspected "paper drawing" position in front of him... Brand new $100 bill...

Wu Yu, who has dealt with the reality of the blurred world countless times before, is simply familiar with it this time, and these innocuous authors have not written in detail the scenes, so that bookworms can live happily, right?

The aunt in the corner first helped Lao Chen, who was kneading the dough on the side, wipe the sweat that was almost invisible, and then turned her head to the butterfly demon who was dressed plainly like a little girl in the mountains and said: "Pianjiao, two cages of steamed buns, find him 90 yuan, a fifty-two and twenty-two." ”

"Guests your buns, and looking for your money." As Fluttershy approaches, she places two steamed buns and a few bills on Kure's table. Wu Yu suddenly noticed that there were several small black insects that were slowly flying around Luo Pianqiu, but no one noticed anything wrong with her reactions to the people around her.

I didn't pay attention to it before, but now I look closely, many corners of the world are flying with these big and small bugs.

"What is this?"

While she turned to leave, Wu Yu reached out and grabbed a small insect, and took a closer look at it in front of him, and it was a row of words that were slowly writhing - [grade of about twenty years old], typo?

Thoughtfully poked the word in his hand, the word "level" slowly faded into "Ji", and then the word worm, which was originally pitch black with an uncomfortable feeling, faded into a milky white light butterfly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after rubbing it in Wu Yu's palm slightly, it flew towards Luo Pian in front of her, pounced into her body and disappeared.

A bond thread that was slightly weaker than the previous pinching of the face, but a little stronger than the connection brought by the dried fish, appeared between Wu Yu and Luo Pianjiao along with the trajectory of the light butterfly.