Traeson, basement.

What a reverie-inspiring combination.

In fact, in today's rich literature and entertainment, the basement - this classical architectural design is itself shrouded in many mysteries.

Its veil is dark, often associated with the unspeakable.

The prefix of Traison gives it a more directional and weird color.

It all stems from the fact that some weird literature is strictly banned on umastagram and on legal forums.

The content is permanently twisted, weird, and even sexually connected.

It's called a strange paperwork.

Because the characters are all realistic prototypes, and they haven't even changed their names, and the content is far more radical and worse than the usual celebrity entertainment, they were severely culled by the URA Association.

But there's no denying that it has a sizable following.

Even if that part of the audience is only a very small part of Ma Niang's fans.

But considering the base of Ma Niang's fans, a very small part of it can still be regarded as a huge group when calculated carefully.

And it is also undeniable that whether you like it or not, Ma Niang fans have read at least one strange book.

As long as you look forward to Ma Niang, like Ma Niang, and try to search for Ma Niang-related content on the Internet, you will more or less know that it exists.

I will even come into contact with one or two articles because of curiosity.

Then leave a lasting memory!

Mental stimulation always overrides the senses, and it's hard to say that you've not been stimulated when you've seen each other's posture on the track, on stage, or in front of the camera, and when you see the fanfic creations that go straight to twist and move.

And in that kind of creation, the existence of the name "basement" is a classic element of strange books, and I have to taste it.

Classic use case: a trainer BB locked up in a basement, or a horse racing girl BB.

Of course, most of the latter have to strengthen the shackles, and drugs are also necessary.

This is, of course, a little too extreme.

Omer's view of the strange document is very chic, he looks at the strange document, and what he looks at is not Ma Niang, but the author.

For other literature, it is not easy to say that Omer, after all, he has not written anything himself, but he dares to say that too many authors are engaged in a kind of catharsis.

It's like a kind of public exposure, or rather, cyber exhibitionism.

Compared with the creation based on Ma Niang herself, many strange book authors are more inclined to the catharsis of their own emotions.

Especially those authors who are too extreme and over-exerted.

They have undoubtedly gone astray.

It's not so much Ma Niang's strange bookwork, but the splashing of the author's desires, and OOC is no longer enough to describe this kind of thing.

But it is precisely these things that made Ormer look at it with relish in his early years.

Through the text, through the plot, he observes the person who wrote the story, the other party's repression, the other party's lust, the other party's hysteria.

This was undoubtedly a strange and vivid observation board for Omer as a teenager at that time.

And there are also a variety of styles - because the creation of strange books has a long history.

It has been so long that within a few years of the initial promotion of the horse racing event, it has begun one after another.

The human heart that tries to defile something is also from ancient times to the present, the more intense the light, the more the shadow is more and more meandering.

But there's no end to the novelty of this kind of stuff.

Even if it is crazy, there are often a large number of people who have the same type of madness.

When the madness goes through a similar process, the content is no longer interesting.

As a result, a certain demon blocked the VIP account of the annual fee of the prostitute on his illegal website (x).

Admittedly, the focus of his strange books has never been Ma Niang, because the original fanfic creations based on living people rather than paper people are always far from himself.

Living people are far more dynamic and malleable than paper people, in other words – more changeable.

To really understand the other party and based on this, it is obvious that there is a very high threshold and cost to create a fandom that does not deviate from one's own image and can be regarded as a source of information by Omer.

If you can do this, most of them are practitioners in the field of horse racing, and even are horse racing girls themselves.

Who said that Ma Niang can't create companions, and even her own homogeneity!

You say yes, right? Miss Elie Digital, Miss Toebo Mejiro.

Although some people have a whole circle name when they are creating, the style is so unique that Ormer can recognize the author at a glance.

Although it is more inclined to comics than literature, it does not prevent Omer from occasionally sneaking out at a glance.

If you don't see through it, Omer still welcomes this kind of masterpiece of 'teacher' with a distinctive style.

Regardless of whether it is greasy or not, at least it is a good material for analysis.

Once the style is formed, it is easy to identify which of the works are pompous creations and which are real people, which is not a source of information.

But this topic is far away, after all, the creations of those two teachers obviously don't mix into the basement.

Aside from the sidelines, these two teachers who can directly wear masks to haunt the fandom show don't cram the 'basement' into their creations that are too drastic.

Usually there is a clear gap between the creation of the same person and the strange book.,It's in the word 'weird'.。

This is not necessarily Ma Niang, but also the creator's heart.

But as the act of reading progresses, the creator's heart will also infect the reader's heart, and the reader will not forget the strangeness.

People always yearn for weirdness from the bottom of their hearts, as if they can stand out from the same environment.

Omer doesn't deny that he may have that element in his heart, but that doesn't stop him from resisting the direction of the strange book.

Even if the current situation seems to be getting closer and closer to that direction—

When he followed Tony Bianca into the former site of Traison, which had been reduced to a large nursing home, she was greeted warmly by many staff members and the elderly who were supported and pushed by the staff in wheelchairs.

Miss Tony Bianca also smiled softly and greeted the men in return.

This scene looks particularly warm, and it is even more warm when combined with the sunny day that is said to be rare here.

- It is a stronger contrast to things like basements.

This one...... It's kind of familiar......

Omer thought to himself that this kind of prelude to the creation of a contrast between the front and back was something he had seen a lot in the text, and the next thing must be a very white basement picture......

Say no, okay?

Ormer felt that his common sense mind could also struggle a little.

The basement or something, maybe it's just an underground parking lot or something.

After all, whether it is the Traeson branch in Yiluo District, or the current scale of this nursing home, it can be called a huge scale.

It is also natural for a large building of this level to have a large underground parking lot.

But in general, you don't call an underground parking lot a basement, do you?

And there are still people who are waiting for themselves there......

Omer, who proposed a possibility but quickly overthrew himself, only mechanically echoed the return gift of the Takarazuka commemorative champion, and looked at those who greeted him.

I didn't speak, but I was silent, not because I felt that the simultaneous interpretation function of the terminal was insufficient, but because I was sure to lose if I said too much.

Even if it wasn't in a dream, Tony Bianca should be a big celebrity in the Yiluo district, and there were many passers-by on the way here, and the camera with the flash off could be faintly heard.

Feel it...... Maybe I'll be in a magazine tomorrow.

But it doesn't matter, get used to it, don't you?

umastagram's new news pop-up window is also a new atmosphere every day, and when there is no news, there will be some over-the-top fans of horse racing girls who come to the homepage every day.

Omer fully understood the frequent sighs of the dean of students at his alma mater.

It's more troublesome than disciplining students, or the parents of students and the guys who pretend to be parents of students, right?

In this way, while running the train in his head, he accompanied Tony Bianca to the large backyard of the nursing home.

There were still traces of the runway, and the desolate pastures were mottled with white lines, but it was the representative of the Iro district who led him to a certain place where the white lines were, and then trampled on the ground on which he stood.

“？”

Omer looked in amazement at the sink of her foot, and saw the passage that followed in front of the two of them.

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Such an abrupt mechanism inevitably made him look back at the old people who were still basking in the sun under the eaves, many of them were looking at this side, and perhaps some of them with good eyesight could see the sudden scene here.

"They're all used to it, and not everyone can come to this sanatorium." Tony Bianca said.

In other words, the convalescent people have been screened, right?

Turning around again, with the horse lady who whispered 'follow up', he walked down the not dim staircase step by step.

There are glowing lines on the road, and there are walls composed of neat and uniform tiles + metal, which looks quite technological.

Sure enough, it's a mistake, right?

Omer thought to himself.

The staircase in this style of painting doesn't look like an underground passage leading to some twisted, frantic place.

Instead, in the middle of the basement salutation, add the word 'experiment'.

But it didn't feel like it was going anywhere legally, even though he had one in his office.

But when the passage was facing downward, and the two sides were no longer just walls that obstructed his vision, but gradually showed a heat surging that was even more intense than that of the summer moon, he was stunned again.

I saw the flowing lava at an unsuitable depth below, and I also saw the crowd of people in the distance.

It looks extra crowded.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing has to be the miniature electronic ring in the center of the crowd, on which there is a huge projection that is clearer than a human figure, and there are humans, horse girls, and monsters inside.

Fighting Ring?

No...... This level is already a battle royale......

This scene reminded Omer of some unconfirmed rumors that he had seen on Ma Niang's related forums.

"Shouldn't we explain at this time?"

"The welcome and instructions should be done by the owner here, I just help guide the way."

"And who is the owner here?"

"Whoa." Tony Bianca raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

Omo looked at it: "...... Isn't she a Jidong Ma Niang from Anmei District? ”

"There are also such places in the Jiemen District."

"I thought I knew enough about the Boundary Gate District... Is it in an exotic land? ”

"Hmm."

"No wonder." Omer nodded.

He really didn't know the place well.

"But I didn't expect her to continue to be a kanban outside of school."

Looking at the blue-haired and dark-skinned Ma Niang's standing board, Omo still couldn't help but spit out this sentence.

The shape is obvious, the roaring Amazon wave, the head of the central Tresen Miura Liao.

Hishi Amazon