Although the weather is cold after the snow, the main street of Momiji Castle is still bustling with people. Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, and the crowd automatically dispersed on both sides.

To the west of Long Street, a tall man rode a majestic red zebra galloping forward.

"Huh-" When he reached the middle of the street, the man pulled his horse and wanted to stop. But he didn't want to "bang", and the man fell to the ground along with the horses under him.

The red zebra is worthy of the world-famous BMW, and even the fall is not small. The crowd with melon seeds, the crowd drinking pumpkin porridge, and the crowd eating melons came to watch.

An uncle patted the snow on the buttocks of the man who got up, and told him earnestly: "Young man, the snow road is slippery, don't ride a horse too fast." ”

The man was very educated, and immediately bowed to the crowd: "It's me who is wrong, I surprised everyone." ”

The uncle said: "It's okay, if you want to blame it, blame the people who made trouble in the Red Leaf City." Since the murder of the leader of the city guards, there has been no one to sweep the streets after the snow, and there are no soldiers to take care of them. ”

The man nodded, not saying more. He had come here today to investigate the murder of the leader of the city guard, because it was his younger brother.

This is the scene of his brother's murder, and it is not the first time he has been here in the past half a month.

Tethered to the side of the road, he began to scour the corner of the ground for any clues. Suddenly, a cigarette butt on the ground caught his attention, and he crouched down, calmed down, and gently picked up the cigarette butt, put it in his mouth and took out the lighter......

——

"I'll go" In the dilapidated building, Xiang Bei, who was struggling to write, suddenly stopped. Looking at the words he had just written, he began to scold at the computer: "What the hell is this written? Where did the ancients get cigarette butts and lighters? My thinking is so confused, is it really not suitable for writing novels?"

He deleted the section on picking up cigarette butts and picked up the cigarette case on the table, which was empty. Pick up the ashtray and look through it, find a cigarette butt and light it.

Spit out a smoke ring, looked up at the time, and began to talk to himself: "I held back three hundred words in three hours, and it seems that this story is not for me, so let's be my sixteenth book without an ending." ”

He looked at the screen: "Brothers in the book, don't blame me, I really can't write anymore, I write from winter to summer, I write thirty-three chapters in half a year, and I don't have to earn full attendance on the website." ”

After saying this, he vaguely saw that a large number of ancients on the screen gave him the middle finger.

This kind of picture made him stunned for a moment: "Why are you trying to beat me? Then you can also get it." ”

Rolling his eyes and grimacing, sticking out his tongue and purring.

Cheaply provoked the characters in the book, and he suddenly laughed at himself: "Stupid or not, what is it more real than the hallucinations in front of me?" Since writing this book, I have been like this every day, I have headaches, nausea, dizziness, and hallucinations, and it is right to give up, and it is time to go to the hospital for a check-up." After speaking, he rubbed his eyes, and then looked at the book with only words left.

Closing the computer, he used the sixteenth novel of the eunuch to prove once again that he was not a qualified author.

It was already one o'clock in the evening, and I lay down in bed after taking headache medicine. He prayed that the inspiration for the seventeenth book would come sooner, and that God would bless him to write more than the first sixteen. I hope that tomorrow's sunshine will not be as bright as today, and the annoying hot summer day is 39 degrees 5.

Close your eyes and fall asleep. In the dream, he was very busy, not himself, but a group of angels in white surrounded him. There are also his parents next to him.

The hanging bottle of the infusion is hung up, and the oxygen mask is buckled to the face. Xiang Bei's mother asked the doctor anxiously: "What's the matter with my son? It's okay to call in the afternoon, why is this all of a sudden?"

The doctor replied: "The sudden cerebral hemorrhage was caused by the neighbor's dog who came into his house to catch the mouse, only to find the man lying on the ground, but fortunately he slept without locking the door. ”

"What could be causing that?"

"According to your introduction, he doesn't like to exercise, smokes and drinks, and likes to go to bed late. In addition, the work is unstable, the boss is not small, and there is no one to accompany him, and the mental pressure is very high. These can lead to some physical pathologies, such as increased blood pressure, arrhythmia, etc. People who live this kind of life are usually sick, and anything can happen. ”

"When will you wake up?"

The doctor shook his head solemnly: "We have tried our best to save him, but he is still in a severe coma." Keep watching, but you may not be able to wake up. ”

"How can this be, doctor, you must save him" Xiang Bei's mother burst into tears and knelt on the ground all of a sudden. Xiang Bei wanted to reach out and pull it, holding the hand that had countless calluses from years of farming, but he couldn't do it when he fell on the bed in his dream.

And at this moment, a sudden gust of cold wind blew and woke him up: "It's so cold! Why is it so cold in the summer?"

Xiang Beizheng was complaining, and suddenly the picture in front of him made him stunned.

"Where the hell is this?"

He was standing on an ancient street at this time, a group of ancients, a snowman in ancient costumes on the side of the road, and an ancient handsome man came to him, and the handsome man had a familiar face.

Feng Yilei, the character in the novel he had just dropped as a eunuch, this face was described by him, and he was naturally familiar with it.

Seeing this, he was a little uneasy: "How can the characters in the novel appear in front of me? Could it be that they came to me to take revenge in my dream? Is this really trying to beat me? Am I not waking up from freezing, this is just a dream? But my dream was not sent to the hospital, why is my dream jumping like this?"

And it's too much like a dream, how can the picture in the dream be so concrete. Xiang Bei couldn't write such a specific scene when he opened his eyes, he had to admit that he was an author with a crippled hand.

In view of this, he had to use a traditional test method, pinch himself.

It hurts, it hurts, it's not a dream. Isn't the white coat I saw earlier a dream? It's the same as written in the online novel, I hung up and then crossed?

Wouldn't that make headlines? It's just that the question is, how do you tell the shocked and scared editors of UC who made the headlines?

This girl's thinking is a little divergent, and she still thinks about this at this time. Even if you don't want to think about how to put it back on, think about where to find a dress to wear. The half-sleeve of summer appeared on this winter street, and everyone cast curious glances at him, like a monkey outside a cage.

Of course, the crowd that followed him was except for Feng Yilei, who did not look at him, but was carefully looking for something on the street.

praised this Peking University: "It is worthy of the protagonist I wrote, and I really have determination, and I am not curious when aliens come." ”

And at this moment, he suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the thirty-third chapter of his break. Feng Yilei's younger brother Feng Erlei died here half a month ago, and Feng Yilei is tracking down the murderer everywhere. So I often come to this crime scene to look for clues. I also fell and squatted for this.

turned out to be connected to the place where the break was made, and the book seems to continue persistently, and it is still pulling the author to be immersed in the scene. But this obviously didn't come from the author's arrangement, who did it? He couldn't figure it out.

It doesn't matter who did it, if he wants to go down and freeze to death, he plops down on his knees and cries: "Uncles and aunts, have mercy on me." ”

A steamed bun was thrown in front of him.