Although Wu Naizhi thought so in his heart, he naturally couldn't scold him as soon as he came up, in that case, the other party would definitely block him without hesitation.

As a very experienced troll, he certainly wouldn't make such low-level mistakes.

So he began to progress layer by layer, first with some more empty words, what you wrote too well, you really have perseverance, I admire you very much, etc., so that the other party thinks that he is really a hardcore book lover.

Then when the other party started to talk to him, he began to insult him little by little.

But the author speaks strangely, not in the wrong way, or in an inexplicable way.

But the other party has been emphasizing that the reason why he can write books is to find a sustenance for himself.

It's all he has, it's what keeps him alive.

Wu Naizhi listened inexplicably, so he asked the other party how to write it to become sustenance, and began to try to find out the details of the author.

However, the author did not tell him anything, and began to talk about the characters.

Wu Naizhi has only read a few chapters, and he doesn't even know who the protagonist is, so naturally he can't talk to the author.

So when the author was interested, he said directly to the other party:

"Do you know why no one reads your book?"

"Because I'm not good at writing, in fact, I'm just writing about my fantasy world, and it's best if I can get other people's approval, and it's okay if I can't get it." The author replied to him at the time.

As soon as Wu Naizhi saw the author's answer, he felt that the other party was very pretending, he thought about it and replied:

"Even if you are a little self-aware, you also know that you can't write well.

Actually, it's not bad, but very, and special garbage.

I read less than two chapters in total, and it made me sick.

You said that you are in your thirties, and the things you write are not as good as elementary school students, I really wonder how you are embarrassed to post them.

Why don't you keep telling us that you don't care about the grades, since you don't care about the grades, you still send it out to do it, just write it yourself and read it yourself.

What I despise most is your kind of waste who is full of thoughts but doesn't even have the courage to admit it.

What kind of angel with a broken arm is called a pen name, why are you still a disabled person? Typing with your tongue?

I don't have any other meaning to add you, I just persuade you to die quickly.

Otherwise, if you don't die, I guess your whole family will have to follow you unlucky.

You said that in case of some car accident, don't you...... How bad. ”

Because the other party's typing speed was very slow, Wu Naizhi sent him extremely insulting words one after another, until he felt that he was enjoying it, so he stopped, wanting to block the other party directly.

But at this time, the other party suddenly sent him a video conversation.

Seeing this, he couldn't help laughing, feeling that he must be scolding the other party in a hurry, and the other party wanted to open a video to scold him.

How could he possibly give the other party such a chance.

After rejecting the other party's video call, he sent a very angry message:

"Don't take it, I'm mad at you, you garbage author, hurry up and die.

Lao Tzu will go to your book review area to scold you if you have nothing to do, and you will keep banning me if you have the ability.

Not only will I scold you, but I will make more people scold you.

Little trash, you just wait.

Isn't it particularly angry, who called you a handicap, just this hand speed back the codeword?

Who gives you self-confidence.

Blocked Shabi. Bye. ”

After Wu Naizhi finished venting, he blacked out the other party without hesitation, and then withdrew directly from the group.

He had thought that it was just a trivial matter, and that it would have no impact on his life at all, as it had done before.

However, he was wrong, and this was precisely the beginning of his nightmare.

It was the third day after he blocked the author, and an unfamiliar QQ number suddenly added him.

He saw that the other party's avatar was a woman, so he added it without thinking.

Then send three question marks to the other party in a row.

The other party didn't pay attention to him at first, and he impatiently sent a string of words:

"Who are you? Why don't you say I deleted you?

Speak, who the hell are you? ”

"Wait a minute."

After a long time, the other party sent two words.

Wu Naizhi was in class at the time, but he didn't receive a message from the other party until the bell rang for the end of class.

The message was short, just a sentence written:

"I've been thinking back to what you said to me that day for the past few days, and I think you're right, there's no need for people like me to survive in this world anymore."

"Who are you? Shabi? Willing to die and talk to me! ”

Wu Naizhi didn't know who the other party was at all, and he didn't know why the other party wanted to say this to him, so after scolding someone, he blocked the other party again and deleted it.

As a result, the next night, he had a very strange dream.

In the dream, he dreamed of a woman whose face he could not see clearly.

Maybe it was a woman, because the other person's hair almost completely covered her face.

When the woman saw him, she kept crying, not saying anything, just crying.

In his dreams, he kept asking the woman who she was and why she was crying.

But the woman still didn't say anything.

A few days passed, and Wu Naizhi was haunted by this nightmare.

Every day, as long as I fell asleep, I would see a woman whose face could not be seen clearly, crying loudly in a place full of darkness.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he told his parents about it, but his parents didn't say much, telling him to stop looking at the mess, and it might be fine in a few days.

And so it went on for almost a week.

But instead of disappearing, the nightmare became more real.

Because the original dark scene is gone, and in its place is an ordinary room.

It's just that everything in that house is all too familiar to him, and it's his home.

And the woman who had been unable to see her face clearly before finally lifted the hair that covered her face, revealing a face full of tears.

It was none other than his mother.

He tried to talk to his mother again, but in the process, he suddenly noticed that there was someone in the house besides his mother.

That person was himself.

It's just that the one who was lying on the ground, cut into pieces of minced meat from head to toe, was like a puzzle piece, barely put together.

He couldn't believe he had become like this, but when he looked over his corpse, he saw another corpse that looked equally dead.

And the corpse was his father, also like a puzzle, covered with cuts.

Later, when the police arrived, Wu Naizhi's family of three were all dismembered and thrown on the floor of the living room.

The old man died miserably. ”

During the free activities in physical education class, in the shade of the playground, Xia Feng was talking in front of a few frightened students who were a little white-faced.

It's not that he has much leisure to make up stories here to tell anyone.

It's that this time the script mission is different from the past, and even a little strange.