He didn't remember the details of the dream anymore, but vaguely, Xia Yan always felt that the young man named Gan Jin in the nightmare was somewhat similar to the young man who was talking to him just now. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a weird feeling.

Xia Biao suddenly stood up, walked to Shi Yuan's side, and said, "I take the liberty of asking, what is your name?" ”

"Shi Yuan."

"Shi Yuan ......"

"I know what you're trying to say. In "Heartless Corpse", my counterpart is Gan Jin. The one over there," Shi Yuan pointed at Luo Yasen, "the corresponding one is Ma Guanlin." As for Shen Hongyao, Yang Zhuming and others, they are all dead. ”

Xia Yan's eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word.

It took a long time for him to say, "All dead?" So how did you two survive? ”

"It's the opposite. I thought at the time, if you follow your plot, you will definitely die in the end, so it must be different from the things in the book to have a chance of survival. ”

"What happened to you in the novel I wrote?"

"Yes. And it was two months ago. ”

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The time soon came to the early morning of the 31st, and the mid-year ceremony will kick off in three hours.

"Wen Qian, hurry!"

Wan Yizhu pulled Bao Wenqian and sneaked into the auditorium from a corner.

It was not yet six o'clock, and the auditorium was silent. The two were slender and squeezed through the crack in a chain-locked door.

"There will definitely be a lot of people here in a while, where can we hide?" Bao Wenqian asked.

"Behind the stage, no one should be checking here. Even if someone checks, we say it's a staff member. If you're lucky, you might even steal a tableau card or something. Wan Yizhu said as he trotted towards the stage.

Sure enough, as Wan Yizhu said, they found a bunch of work cards with long ropes, and immediately took two of them and put them around their necks.

After doing all this, Wan Yizhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the rows of empty red seats, Wan Yizhu's heart suddenly trembled.

"What's wrong with you?" Bao Wenqian asked puzzled.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......" Wan Yizhu didn't dare to look at it anymore and turned her head to the back of the stage.

"Yizhu, what if someone comes in a while and kicks us out?" Bao Wenqian asked worriedly.

"Let's talk about it in a moment." Wan Yizhu said.

Somehow, ever since she slipped into this auditorium, she had a vague sense of unease.

"I always feel ...... Something will happen......" she whispered to herself.

Suddenly, she took out her mobile phone and opened the event page of the mid-year festival again.

The page seems to have changed again.

But what kind of change it was, she still couldn't see.

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At nine o'clock, the auditorium was already full of people, and it was extremely lively.

The writers came from all over the country, and many of them saw each other's true colors for the first time, and for a while they sympathized with each other and talked happily.

Xia Biao knew very well that he was not a famous writer, and he didn't like to talk to people very much, so in order to avoid trouble, he wore a mask and covered most of his face.

"Senior, our name brand is there!" Shen Xunkun pointed in one direction and said, "Great, we're all in the first row, it's very convenient to watch the show or something." ”

"Hmm."

Although he promised to do so, what Xia Yan thought in his heart was that only those of us who don't win awards will care about performance.

Behind him, Shi Yuan and the others followed like mysterious bodyguards in black clothes not far away.

No one interrogated and no one checked the tickets.

"If nothing happened during the day today, we'll be looking for clues throughout the building at night. This should not be taken lightly. Shi Yuan said softly.

"Hmm. It's best to record the event for a while, and maybe it will contain some clues. Luo Yasen said.

The whole morning was a very uneventful one. Xia Biao and Shen Xunkun did not win the award, which was also expected by the two.

Wan Yizhu and Bao Wenqian have been hiding in the background and standing all morning.

"We shouldn't have come," Bao Wenqian complained at lunchtime, "what's this?" It's boring. I'm exhausted. ”

"I think it's good to see so many writers. Those people used to be mysterious shadows. ”

Bao Wenqian didn't speak, and was thinking about sneaking away.

But her plan didn't succeed in the end, and she was pulled by Wan Yizhu and returned to the auditorium again.

Wan Yizhu's deep uneasiness has always been with her. As soon as she returned to the back of the stage, she took out her phone again to check the event page.

"It seems to have changed again...... It's weird, what has changed? Wan Yizhu said with a frown.

The page had changed several times, but she just couldn't say exactly where it had changed.

"Senior, only the awards of Xuan Fantasy and Xianxia were presented in the morning, and there was also an award that was not classified. There will be more categories in the afternoon, and the supernatural and historical will be awarded in the afternoon. Senior, it would be great if you could win an award. Shen Xunkun said.

"Me? Probably not. Xia Yan said lightly.

"Maybe. Senior, you are too modest. ”

Xia Yan just smiled and didn't insist anymore.

The writers returned to the auditorium one after another to prepare for the afternoon activities.

Shi Yuan and the others were not interested in the activity itself, but were constantly looking for suspicious people and objects.

"Hey, look, what's that?" Royasin said, pointing to a strange cylinder.

It was a black cylinder, hidden in the shadows behind the curtain, about a meter in diameter and about a meter and a half meters high, covered with a lid. There was a picture of a woman drawn on it, but it was very hideous, like a demon with a bloody mouth open. There were two outstretched wings on its back, but it was tattered and stained with blood.

"Hell's Angels?" Shi Yuan said immediately.

"There's likely to be a clue inside!" Royasin said, and walked over there.

However, no matter how much they tried, they couldn't open the lid.

There is a strange groove in the center of the lid that appears to be an oversized keyhole.

"Looks like we need to find a key." Royasen said.

"But at the moment, there is not even a clue...... Wait, the clue shouldn't be in "Heartless Corpse", right? Shi Yuan felt a little headache.

"Possibly."

"Hell's Angels...... Love...... What does that mean exactly? Shi Yuan looked at Xia Yan, trying to find clues in him.

The awards ceremony began again, and the two hosts were full of red light.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome all of you to continue to watch us at the award ceremony. The awards to be presented this afternoon are: Most Popular Work in the Paranormal, History, Science Fiction and Game categories. First of all, the supernatural, please have the award presenters! ”

The guest was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. He said slowly: "In this year's mid-year ceremony, the winning work of the Most Popular Works Award of the Spirit Class is ...... "Heartless Corpse", author, Bing Yan. The award-winning authors are invited to come to the stage to receive the award. ”