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"Tuk tuk!" there was another knock on the door.

This bastard, the thief is not dead, and he still wants to tease the old lady?

I angrily opened the door, and I was greeted by He Qijun.

His face was expressionless, but he couldn't hide the loss in his eyes.

"A mission was sent from headquarters asking us to identify the person who was interfering with the courthouse under the code name 'Disruptor'. He coldly conveyed the command.

"I think the 'Disruptors' have merit, he has taken the work of the Temporal Court to a new level! I and you have the power to terminate the tracing order. ”

"I think so too, since we are on the same page, let's communicate it to headquarters, so that we can have more energy to deal with other cases. ”

"What other tasks are there this time?"

"Yes, there's also an operation codenamed 'Dream Thief'!"

"Where's the case file? Have you read it?"

"I've already seen it, hurry up and act, I'll send you the file by telepathy. ”

He Qijun and I came to M plane with great determination.

175、

There is a poor writer Bai Yu in M time and space, who is over forty years old and has experienced countless setbacks and ups and downs, but unfortunately there has never been a masterpiece that can be called a classic.

On a night of thunder and lightning, Bai Yu, who thought that he had failed in life, put the manuscript of his life's work in two huge bags, put two more stones in it, tied it around his waist, and jumped off the nameless lake. Exactly: there is no name in the nameless lake, and the nameless is a nameless soul.

A bolt of lightning that pierced the night sky struck the huge bag the moment Bai Yu leaped forward, and thick green smoke came out of the bag. The green smoke cleared, and the white feathers disappeared, leaving only the surface of the lake that had been beaten by countless rains.

Bai Yu sank to the bottom of the water, and he choked on a few mouthfuls of water, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he fluttered and climbed ashore.

Luckily, the thunderbolt had broken the rope around his waist, otherwise he would have regretted it too late. Bai Yu, who had picked up a life, suddenly realized that perhaps the thing he had written with all his might in that bag was the heaviest burden of his life, and God used thunder and lightning to help him unload this burden, allowing him to experience incomparable ease and pleasure.

Bai Yu was really naked at this moment, and he was surprised to find that he was actually naked! Fortunately, the thunderstorm and the night helped him hide his embarrassment perfectly.

A flash of lightning caused him to spot a humanoid monster floating on the surface of the lake. Intensely curious, White Feather decided to find out, and he found a branch to pull the monster to the shore, and he was stunned as another bolt of lightning struck.

That monster turned out to be a corpse!

Bai Yu fled from the nameless lake in the night in a panic.

Soon, the cold raindrops brought him back to his senses, and he realized that he was naked! Although he couldn't handle his works, he was still a writer, and if someone saw this embarrassed appearance, wouldn't he lose face! Bai Yu stomped his feet ruthlessly, and mustered up the courage to return to the nameless lake.

He needed clothes, and there was something on the corpse that he needed.

After getting dressed in the dark, Bai Yu bowed to the corpse reverently. At this moment, another flash of lightning flashed, and he was surprised to find that the corpse actually looked exactly like himself!

Although the body has been blistered, the facial features have not changed much. Indeed, the five senses and oneself are poured out of the same mold.

The creepy white feather was clouded.

Is he already dead?

It seems that everything is regretted too late, and Bai Yu, who doubts that he has become a soul, cries out a sad cry to the vast dark night.

Will there be black and white impermanence or bull-headed horse noodles to greet him? He still remembers the experience of the world clearly, does he still want to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup?

Bai Yu, who wept bitterly in the heavy rain, did not wait for black and white impermanence and bull head and horse face. Since he is dead, he can't be so naked in the wilderness. He took great pains to dig a pit by the lake with a tree branch and bury the body in it.

After all this, Bai Yu wandered in the vast dark night in despair, and he found that this place was indeed different from the world he lived in before, maybe this was the underworld!

Suddenly, a distant light caught his eye, but he thought it was the legendary ghost fire.

I'm about to see a ghost, and although I've become a ghost, it's the first time I've seen another ghost. Bai Yu had a vague hint of fear, but it was more of an expectation.

Pushing open the door, the bright light stung Bai Yu's eyes.

Don't ghosts like the dark? Is it necessary to turn on such a bright light?

A sexy and beautiful woman greeted her, grinned blood-red, and said, "Sir, welcome." ”

The woman was clearly close in front of her, but her voice seemed to come from a distant world.

The woman twisted her waist to lead the way, her entire snow-white thigh exposed to the light. Has the aesthetics of the underworld changed? Do you also appreciate seduction and admiration for exposure?

"Sir, your clothes are wet......" he heard only the first half of the woman's words.

"What?" he heard his own voice as if it were from a distant world.

"Need a change of clothes?" cried the woman.

"Oh, no. "He's not in the mood to change his clothes right now.

The woman took him to a new space, and the light inside suddenly dimmed, and he had just adjusted to the brightness, and it was pitch black in front of him. After a few more seconds of acclimatization, he saw the woman's pale face, "Sir, what do you want to drink?"

He shook his head, as if that would shake off the clutter of his thoughts.

In the space in front of him, a large group of demons were writhing wildly under the flickering lights, suddenly deafening, and suddenly silent music echoed in the gloomy space.

He saw that the woman's mouth was open, but no sound was made, and the music was abruptly interrupted.

Just as he was inexplicable, the deafening music crashed into his ears again. The woman stared at him with a strange look.

Only then did he realize that he had water in his ears, which was hindering his hearing. He tilted his head and jumped a few times, a stream of hot water trickled out of his ears, and the music suddenly became clear.

"Sir, what do you want to drink?" the woman's voice seemed to be a little pleasant.

"Okay, let's bring it up. He replied.

The woman blinked, not understanding what he meant.

"Bring it up!" he said.

The woman's eyes widened, and the loud music drowned out Bai Yu's voice, which she didn't understand.

"Let's go. He shouted.

The woman was gone, and after a while, brought a glass of wine.

It's a five-color cocktail.

He picked up his wine and looked at it carefully, his mind drifting back to the life he had experienced. After a serious reflection, he decided that there was nothing left to be nostalgic for.

"Forget about it, it's all over again!" he said to himself.

Then with a head up, pour a whole cocktail down your throat!

It was a strong cocktail. The intense irritation made him cough violently.

The woman patted him on the back in panic, "Sir, are you okay, you have to drink slowly!"

"It's okay, it's okay. He comforted the woman during the coughing interval, "I like to be happy." ”

"I don't like to drink spirits like this!" said the woman, "have you encountered something that does not go your way?"

"It doesn't matter. He smiled and coughed violently again.

"Blame me for not hearing what kind of drink you wanted. The woman said with concern, "Your clothes are soaked, and I took it upon myself to serve you a glass of liquor to warm you up, but I didn't expect you to become like this." ”

"Hey, it's a shame that I didn't meet someone who cared about me when I was alive. He sighed sadly.

"What? You're so strange, aren't you alive and well now?" the woman couldn't help laughing.

But loud music drowned out her voice.

"Don't laugh, when I was alive, I only knew how to write novels, and the protagonist in the novel has experienced ten thousand tenderness, but I am an authentic otaku, and I'm afraid no woman knows the existence of a man like me. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"You're so funny!" the woman laughed.

"You're the first woman to compliment me on being funny. My readers say that there is no climax, no excitement in my work. He spat out.

"But you're really an interesting person, and maybe the reader didn't pay attention to your work. "The woman's words are sweet.

"Why haven't I forgotten the past?" he thought weird, "Haven't I drunk too little?"

"Okay," the woman smiled, "but you have to drink slowly, and preferably change out of your wet clothes." ”

"I'm about to be reincarnated, what does it matter if I change it or not?"

The woman was gone, and his eyes were drawn to the scene of the demons dancing.

A girl shook her head frantically, a golden retriever exploded like a hedgehog, her short, tight clothes barely stretched her torso, and her plump breasts jumped up and down violently to the rhythm of the music.

He shamefully had a physiological reaction.

Isn't it already dead? The body is already buried in the earth, how can the soul have a physiological reaction?

The woman came to him with another glass of colorful wine, and he reached out and grabbed it. The woman gently took his hand.

"Drink slowly, you hurt yourself if you drink in a hurry. The woman's voice simply penetrated his heart.

I can't tell if he was moved or something else, he has become obsessed with the voice of a woman, and indirectly with the woman who has it, and her smooth skin.

"What's your name?" he deliberately touched the woman's hand.

The woman didn't dodge, she went through too many such occasions.

"My name is Ameng. ”

"Amen!" he repeated thoughtfully. Then it's Meng Po, that's right, what she brings must be Meng Po soup that can make people forget the past.

He obeyed the woman's wishes, and slowly took a sip of the cocktail, a strong aroma of wine and flowers soaked into his heart and spleen, making all his internal organs feel comfortable, and the pores of his whole body felt transparent.

Taking a sip slowly, the pleasant feeling made him can't help but close his eyes, and his whole body and mind were intoxicated with the feeling of fluttering immortals. The troubles of the past have disappeared a lot.

It seems that after drinking this cup, you can forget the things of your life.

He glanced at Amon gratefully and drank the rest of the wine.

"Hey----" Ah Meng was still a step late, he burped loudly, and collapsed to the ground with a "boom".