"Monday, May, the goal is to go out, purchase...... I talked to the entertainer at the vegetable market, and other than that, everything was normal! ”

"Tuesday, everything is normal!"

"On Wednesday, the target was to dine at the 'Daddy Hubber' restaurant...... Everything works fine......"

"On Thursday, the target is ready to start a new creation...... I bought a blank notebook, pens, and ink at the store...... Keep an eye ......"

"Friday, everything is normal!"

"On Saturday, the goal is to start improvising...... It is mostly the beginning of the Psalms...... It is not possible to determine whether it is polluting or not, so observe with caution...... The sample has been sent for testing......"

"On Sunday, the target fell into a frenzy of writing...... It is not certain whether it is accompanied by delirium...... Prepare for forcible interference...... After 30 seconds, the target returns to normal, pausing interference...... Report ......"

—Excerpt from Love's Investigator's Diary.

……

"Finally...... This cultivator of the East, a doom warlock of the West, the true spirit exploded and entered the bosom of the River Styx? ”

"What weird am I writing about?"

Rocca looked at what he had written, a little distracted.

Or rather, a little bit of an ending, and a little bit of graffiti, poetry, and more in front of it...... I was a little confused.

The creation of literature, before the formation of words, must have been structured in the author's mind for a long time.

But he looked at his words, and he felt very ...... Unfamiliar!

Even if the ending is written, Rocca has no memory of the beginning and the middle part at all.

Think of the state of writing just now...... This reminded him of the first time he was drunk, when he had just graduated from the Faculty of Letters, when he was filled with a large glass of 'rum bomb', a drink of sparkling liqueur mixed with high-purity spirits, which could make the drinker faint and unconscious.

The state of writing just now is similar to drinking to the point of memory disconnection, and I can't remember what happened at all.

"Since that time, the condition seems to have gotten worse......"

Roca muttered, pulled open the drawer, pulled out a large brown glass medicine bottle, took out a white pill from it, and swallowed it with cold water.

His attending doctor told him that he had a slight mental problem, but he didn't have to worry too much, that regular medication could alleviate the symptoms, and that most of the urban people in this era had some physical or psychological diseases, which was normal.

"I don't feel normal at all......"

Rocca tore off a page of his notebook, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it into the half-filled wastepaper basket with precision.

As a freelance writer, the only source of income he earns from regularly submitting articles to newspapers, magazines, and publishing houses is to pay for his house rent, daily expenses, and medical expenses......

"Hmm...... If the situation is more serious, will I need to go to a psychiatric hospital? No...... Once you go to that kind of place, you can't get out because you can't prove that you're sane...... There are also high hospitalization costs, etc., why should mentally ill people care about the cost? ”

Rocca was amused by his own ramblings, and felt that he could write as a meme in the new.

Well, even though he is a writer, he writes everything.

It is the main source, but not every one of them can be recognized by the publisher.

In addition, poetry is relatively short, consumes small pages, and is more likely to be favored by some literary magazines.

Although the manuscript fee is not much, it is a powerful supplement in times of embarrassment.

In addition to this, he even wrote lace press releases for some tabloids, which is not decent for the author, but for the sake of livelihood...... At least at press time, Roca changed his pen name.

"That time...... What's going on? ”

After taking the medicine, Rocca rubbed his eyebrows: "I seem to have forgotten something...... But the doctor said that it was a traumatic reaction, don't force it to recall, but accept it slowly......"

He felt a little groggy in his head, as he would do every time he took the medicine, so he collapsed directly on the bed and snored not long after.

Whew!

The evening breeze blows and the windows are opened.

A dark figure jumped in through the window and picked up the scratch paper that Rocca had on the table.

……

Rocca is dreaming.

It seemed like a bizarre adventure, and if it could be written, it should catch some eyeballs.

But the picture flickered too fast, and the characters seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and they couldn't see clearly.

Moreover, there are only a few broken fragments, which is difficult to bring any inspiration, and it is very tiring!

However, tonight's dream seems to be a little different, and that one character seems to have become a little clearer?

The next day.

Roca got up and saw that everything in the room was still the same as last night, and subconsciously shouted: "Attribute bar?!" ”

There was silence all around.

In front of him, there was no light curtain.

"Why did I suddenly want to say this term? Because of the second year of junior high school? Or do you want to make sure you're special? ”

Rocca shook his head and smiled, walked to the dining room, opened the bulky and thick refrigerator, sniffed the milk inside, felt that it was okay, nodded involuntarily, poured himself a glass, and put two more slices of oat bread in the toaster to bake.

Bite!

The two pieces of bread that had been baked jumped up automatically, were taken out by Rocca, dipped in tomato sauce, and made into a simple sandwich, which was combined with milk to form a breakfast.

If he had paid enough money, he would have added a slice of fried bacon or eggs to it, but now, Rocca is plagued by nightmares and a large amount of medical bills, and his standard of living has inevitably dropped.

"But as a writer, even if it's a down-and-out writer, you have freedom!"

Roca drove the second-hand car he had purchased with an installment loan and was about to go to a few of his friends.

They will hold some cultural salons on a regular basis, similar to book clubs, to exchange writing tips and skills with each other.

Not only the authors, but also the painters and musicians involved...... Although most of them can only perform on the streets, considering the status of Roca itself, it is about the same.

If you can attract one or two wealthy businessmen or high-class ladies to come, it will be considered by the organizers to be a very face-saving thing, and it will be worth bragging about for many days.

While driving, Rocca felt the wind pass by his ears, and felt the grozziness in his head lessen a lot: "I seem to have heard that name yesterday...... It's kind of weird...... Room display? …… No, no, it should be Fang Xian? ”

"Well, strange name, if you use him as the main character, the reader shouldn't accept it, right?"

"But maybe we can change the name for him and come up with one?"

"Why...... I still feel something is wrong? ”