I could see clearly just now, there was no living thing around except for a turtle, how could a person suddenly appear when I was washing my face? I immediately stood up, my eyes fixed on the fat man, my muscles tensed, I reached out and touched my body, the pistol in my pocket had not yet been lost.

"Who are you?" I stared at the fat man as I put my hand in my pocket and grasped the handle of the gun, this guy is not one of ours, it can be said that anyone outside of our team appears on this island, it is very likely that he is an enemy, but if it is an enemy, why didn't he attack me? He just had every chance to get rid of me from behind without a word.

"Why are you so nervous?" The fat man stood up with a smile, dusted off the sand on his body and walked over to me, my heartstrings tightened, and I quickly took out a gun from my pocket and aimed it at him, "Stand there and don't move, or I'll shoot!" ”

"What are you doing with a banana on me?" The fat man laughed, I was startled, and then I realized that I was holding a banana in my hand, but what I just touched was obviously a pistol, how could it be wrong with that cold metal touch? I immediately panicked, threw the banana on the ground, reached into my pocket and dug it out for a long time, but there was nothing.

"Are you looking for this?" The fat man asked, I looked up in dismay, and found that he was playing with my pistol in his hand, I clearly remembered that I had just pulled out a pistol, and at this time he was still a dozen steps away from me, how did he replace it with a banana the moment I pulled out the gun, is it a trick? Magic? But it's incredible.

"Don't move," said the fat man, pointing his gun at me, walking slowly with a playful smile on his face, and standing still in front of me, looking at the muzzle of the black hole, I didn't even dare to breathe.

The dead fat man suddenly fired the gun, my brain was blank, I didn't even react, I watched him pull the trigger, "pop", there was no gunsmoke, no blood splashed, a rose suddenly bloomed at the muzzle, the fat man laughed and put away the gun, patted me who was stunned like wood, "Okay, play a little joke with you, come and sit here." ”

I followed him in a daze, to the place where he was sitting just now, the dead fat man snickered as he walked, obviously very proud of his prank, he pulled me to sit down, then I found that there were a lot of words written on the sand in front of me, and some flowchart-like things were drawn, but the word was very ugly, it was really the only thing I had seen in my life, and it was an insult to the ghost drawing symbol, I knew that it was a Chinese character, but I didn't understand a word.

"Who the hell are you?" At this point, I finally came to my senses and asked.

"Well," said the fat man, picking up a branch from the ground and scribbling it on his "masterpiece," "I'm an Internet writer, my surname is Li, you can call me Brother Li, or just call me Little Lizi like them." ”

"Little plum?" I said in my heart that this is not the name of a father-in-law?

"Well," the fat man's tone was a little helpless, "because I often break off, and the reader gave me such a nickname." ”

"You deserve it," I slandered, although I don't often look at the Internet, but I also hate this kind of author who likes to break off, especially one that is seeing the highlights and suddenly disappears, you want to know what will happen next, but the author just doesn't write anything, at this time you can't wait to rush over and strangle him along the network cable.

The fat man used a branch to write and draw on the sand for a long time, but he didn't seem to be satisfied with his work, frowned and looked at it for a while, threw the branch, wiped everything off the ground with his foot, and then took out a bunch of food and a bottle of wine from his pocket like a trick, and opened it on the ground, took out two cups, and after pouring them full, he raised them at me, and handed me a pair of chopsticks, "Come and drink two cups." ”

I looked at the food here, good guy, there are all kinds of dishes that are cold and hot, and some are still steaming, but the problem is that these things are all taken out of the pockets of this guy, how is this possible, is this guy really a professional trickster? But I'm really hungry after tossing for so long, so I picked up chopsticks and ate them, and it tasted pretty good.

The two of us ate and drank together, drank three rounds, and cooked five flavors, I think this fat man really has no malice towards me, people are quite good, and gradually he became acquainted, this fat man is indeed an Internet writer, writing about science fiction and supernatural, tomb robbery and exploration, etc., I asked him if he was not good to sit at home and code words, what are you doing here.

"I haven't updated for more than a year, and I'm out of inspiration," the fat man took a sip of wine, a little embarrassed, "Every time I don't have inspiration, I go there to find inspiration myself." ”

I said in my heart that you fat man is really bold, and he has been off for more than a year, if I were your reader, you are now three feet tall in the grave grass, but this guy is quite axial, and he actually ran to this kind of place alone for inspiration, but his expression is not accurate, personally to "there", what is the place, is it possible that he can still get into his own book?

"And how did you get here?" I'm even more curious about this, the location of this place was deciphered by the Mo family from the red copper scroll that the three of us brought out of the tomb of King Zhou of Python Mountain with their lives, and it wasn't just a resort island, how could he know that there was such a place, and how did he find this place alone in the vast sea?

"It's simple, because I think," said the fat man, with a serious face, "and when I want, I'll be here." ”

"Are you Mondo? Go wherever you want," I amused by him, "or do you think you're God, and you do what you say?" Come on, come on, you can think of one for me on the spot, whatever you want. ”

"I said that sand is the staple food in this world," the fat man was not angry, and smiled strangely at me, "People grow up eating sand." ”

"Cut, isn't that common sense?" I sneered, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and stuffed it into my mouth, "Keep talking nonsense, if you don't eat sand, how can you grow so fat?" ”

I have to say that the sand in this place is really not as good as my hometown, the moisture is too great, it tastes sticky to my throat, and it is a little stuffy.

The fat man laughed inexplicably, "hehe", the smile was a little yin, I was laughed by him so much, I was so hairy that I asked him what he was laughing at, and he didn't say, but asked me how I would write if I were the author.

"Hmm...... You're writing about tomb robbing, so you need more thrilling plots," I pondered for a while and analyzed carefully, "It's better to be dangerous, nine deaths, so that readers will feel frightened and unexpected after reading it, well, what has happened to me in the past two years is quite surprising, enough for you to write into, but there are too many involved, and I can't tell you about it." ”

"That's not necessary," the fat man waved his hand, still with a playful smile on his face, and even gave me the feeling of some schadenfreude, "You mean to put the protagonist in danger more, and to put it in layman's terms, to put it in layman's terms, to die?" ”

"That's pretty much it, but don't really die," I said, "and you're a book writer, so you know it all." ”

"Come, drink and drink," said the fat man, filling my glass, and after the two of us drank for a while, I was a little drunk, and lay on my back on the sand, thinking of resting for a while, and then went to find Ling Ling.

My head is dizzy, the tomb of King Zhou of Python Mountain, the ancient tomb under the library, and this broken island known as Penglai Wonderland, all kinds of things that happened after meeting Lao Zhao flashed in my mind, think about it carefully, these things seem to be related to Qin Shi Huang's Yingzheng, I suddenly thought, if Jing Ke stabbed this dog to death with a knife when he was offering the picture, would not so many bad things happen, and I will live my own small life in peace and stability now.

"Jing Ke assassinated King Qin? Interesting. The fat man seemed to be able to read what I was thinking, and suddenly such a sentence came, I sat up with a "Teng" sound, looked at him in surprise, and the fat man also stared at me, and said slowly, "If you were Jing Ke, what would you choose at that time?" ”

His face suddenly became blurred, no, it wasn't his face that blurred, it was the whole world in front of me.

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