Yan Zhen automatically filtered out the sound of 'uncle', and sighed in his heart, if his imagination was rich enough, he would not have given up writing novels at the beginning, and it turned out that he was not that material!

Facing the expectant eyes of the Yuanxing people, he had to say helplessly: "I'm sorry, I just registered the night before yesterday, to put it mildly, you are my senior, and it should be time for you to contribute." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Hey, there's no point in the two of us discussing this here, why don't we organize a writer Avengers?"

Yan Zhen's heart moved, he wanted to post the post posted in the bar, there is a lot of strength in numbers, it is better to fight alone than in a group, this girl's suggestion is a bit reasonable.

But the problem is that they can't find the root cause, no matter what they try, they all drink doves to quench their thirst.

Time passed minute by minute, and the waiting process was always very long, and the two were trapped in the unmanned underground parking lot and talked a lot.

Yan Zhen found that there seems to be a slight difference between male and female authors in the software, of course, this is not unrelated to the writing style of female authors.

Before the girl with the pen name Yuanxingren received the viral task last night, it was always a task related to love, and the articles she needed to submit were also romance-related content.

Last night was a dividing point, is it possible that all authors, regardless of style type, will converge?

This is a real killing, but it is a pity that he doesn't even have time to adapt, so he has to throw himself into the Shura field and start fighting.

He thought of the way the three punished writers died, and to be honest, he felt guilty in his heart, although he did not kill people with his own hands, but the way of death was up to him.

If he had known about it and had to do it, he could at least choose a gentler way and let others die without pain.

But now it's too late, 90% of the city's population is dying under his pen, and the pain he has inflicted on these people will never change.

There was another thing that puzzled him, there were 107 people involved in the mission, and he was in the top 50, why him?

Why did the software choose his story to happen in reality?

"Actually, you can't help it, if you don't write, someone will always write, and then it may be even worse than the current situation."

The girl's comfort didn't make Yan Zhen feel much easier, because all this was just the beginning, and it was only the next day, who knows what cruel and terrifying tasks the ghost software will release today!

And he, there is no choice, he can only do what the software requires, otherwise, he will die, of course, as the girl said, his death is not the end of the disaster, there are always people who want to live will continue to write until the end of the world!

The girl who was supposed to be in the company to count the reports, and Yan Zhen finally got off work in the parking lot and walked out of the office building, and it was already sunset outside.

The scene on the street is horrible, with pedestrians lying on the side of the street, cars crashed into the green belt by trucks, vendors whose cheeks are charred by pancakes, and corpses lying everywhere in the lively streets on weekdays.

They are all people who feel unwell and believe that they will pass by taking some cold medicine and forbearance, Yan Zhen knows the reason why they died on the street, because, this is what he wrote......

The rest of the dead should be concentrated in the hospital and their respective homes, and he dares to guarantee that there are corpses covered with corpse spots in every room in the city now!

Yan Zhen has seen a lot of disaster movies, but he knows that what happens there is special effects, but at this moment, this scene of hell on earth was written by him himself, so that he could live.

"I'm sorry you...... Why don't you go back to see your family? ”

"My parents are both in my hometown, and I came here to work alone, fortunately, fortunately." The girl's face pretended to be calm, but her frightened eyes revealed her true feelings.

Who wouldn't be afraid?

Men and women, young and old, tall and short, fat and thin, now, all the same, their faces are blue, dark purple corpse spots are covered with exposed skin, and their mouths are vomit from a viral infection, which only shows symptoms of vomiting at the end, before the infected person dies.

The time is just right, and all the survivors, after the sun sets, wait for the army blockade, and they will be quarantined and checked.

Yan Zhen was a little afraid, if he wrote that the survivors should be completely isolated in a closed manner, then he would not even have the opportunity to bring his laptop, and it would not work if he was shut down for a few days and nights without bringing the computer, it would kill him!

Through this lesson, he also learned that no matter what the content of the task is in the future, he has to leave a way back for himself, the task is not said, he wrote about the disaster, not himself, isn't it?

Survivors of the city are focused on the municipal hospital, which has been cleared by the army and freed up wards for them to live in.

Yan Zhen did a series of physical examinations, hurriedly returned to his ward and opened his notebook, unfortunately, the hospital's network was cut off, too, such a thing happened in the whole city, and all the facilities that maintain the operation of the city were naturally not spared.

But in fact, he far underestimated the power of the park, and in the absence of the Internet, he successfully logged in and received a new mission in today's task bar.

It's a simple task, but it's deadly.

[Please write a novel on the theme of murder in a closed room with the woman in the opposite ward as the victim, stipulating that the author cannot expose himself, and the murderer is randomly selected, requiring a word count of no less than 10,000 words and a time limit of 12 hours.] ]

Hint: The goal of the other party's mission is you, the novel is not allowed to be drafted, it is updated instantly, please note that it is a matter of life and death for you.

After reading the text message, the cold sweat behind Yan Zhen soaked his underwear. He quickly sorted out his thoughts, and killed people in a closed room, that is, he couldn't get out of this hospital. The killer must also be an existing person in the hospital, who can be a survivor, a paramedics, or a member of the military.

The most difficult thing is that now it is a duel between the two, he writes her, she writes him, whoever writes who is reasonable and reasonable first will be the winner.

He doesn't need to hold a knife, he just needs to hit the keyboard, but it's still a murder!

Is he really going to do it?

After the struggle, the answer is yes, he wants to live, so now, he has no choice......

Killing a woman unconsciously is not difficult in the novel, but the difficult thing is that this woman who should have been slaughtered by him is also organizing language to kill him.

He discouraged the urge to knock on the opposite room, because they were all puppets under the control of the software, and even if he could tell the other party not to kill him, who could guarantee that the software would not eliminate the two of them at the same time?

Since only one person can live, it is better than both of them to die.

After thinking clearly, Yan Zhen typed down the following sentence in the blank space of the document:

[The hallway is full of people, whether it's the medical staff or the soldiers in charge of the guards, everyone is busy with their own minds, and they don't bother to pay attention to the woman in ward 303.] ]