July 24, 2006, that is, yesterday.

I've had the darkest day since I wrote "Alone in the World".

After the third industrial revolution of mankind, computers have been fully stationed in human life, and until today, we do not use pen and paper but use computers. As a result, the dependence on the products of the second industrial revolution has increased greatly. I heard that the art produced by that revolution was called "electricity".

Speaking of which, you've probably guessed what happened to me, right?

That's right! It's a power outage, and what's even more hateful, it's a man-made power outage.

At 2:07 p.m. on the 24th, a friend who often comes here for dinner pushed open the door of my room and shouted, "Write a book again!" ”

At that time, chapter 398 of "Alone in the World" was more than 1,500 words.

This person took it to the door and threw me a "mille-feuille". Every time he came over, he would buy me an ice cream.

Helpless, I could only put down the keyboard and pick up the "mille-feuille". Because the "mille-feuille" melts, and the keyboard does not.

The brother fell to the bed on the side, flipped through the sports weekly newspaper, and shouted loudly: "Play a song and listen." ”

From here on, I basically don't have codewords......

At 3:12, after reading the sports weekly, this gentleman got up and asked me inexplicably: "Do you want to take care of your head?" ”

I shook my head. He muttered "I'm going to get a haircut" as he went out the door.

Hurry up and continue to work, at 3:57, the code word reached more than 2,600 words. And this gentleman returned.

With short hair and a hundred times more energy, he flipped through a book from the cabinet at my bedside and shouted: "Look at Xiao Shiyilang."

Five minutes later, I saw a copy of Meteor Butterfly Sword in his hand.

About five minutes later, I saw that the one in his hand had been replaced with "Xiao Shiyi Lang", and it was the next volume of "Xiao Shi Lang".

At this time, there was already thunder and lightning outside, and the wind and rain were raging, and (which can be proved to be not a fake in Beijing) seemed to indicate that something unfortunate was about to happen.

At 4:47, this gentleman slapped the bed and got up, shouting: "Damn, are Feng Siniang and Shen Bijun dead?" That's a**. The gentleman descended to the ground and hurried back and forth while scolding the ancient dragon. At this time, the code word is finally 3000 suddenly.

After walking for three minutes, he thrust the book in his hand back into its place. This is also the first time he has taken a book out of here and put it back in its place after reading it.

All of a sudden, my eyes went black, and the monitor dimmed for a moment. Speakers, consoles, modems, everything that has an indicator light, none of them are on!

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a thunderclap, and I saw a plug slowly slip off behind the bookshelf.

At this time, the puppet is still relatively calm, because word has an auto-save function, and it has saved me several times in unexpected situations such as crashes. Plug in the power and restart.

It was 4:54 a.m.

Take a deep breath and double-click on chapter 398.

No, nothing, all I saw was a blank slate. Just like a friend never puts a book back in its place, but today it does; There has always been a recovery function for word, but today there is no such option. After closing and reopening several times, I had to accept this fact.

At 4:56 a.m., a rapid scream was heard from the hut.

At five o'clock, a dark figure came out of the hallway, bowed his head into the rain, dragging a very heavy sack in his hand.

The sack was placed next to the trash can.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

I lost a friend.