A middle-aged man sat at the table, his hair was messy, his expression was very haggard, and after hesitatingly typing on the keyboard to type a few words, he immediately chose to delete.

His name is George Brooke, and he is a writer who has written several novels, which have received a good response in the market and have earned a lot of money.

If he could have continued his efforts and created a series of best-selling works, he might have become a sought-after writer by now.

But there are no ifs, George still can't stick to his heart, he succumbs to desires, indulges in pleasure, wastes all his money on beautiful women and alcohol, and soon squanders his manuscript money.

Of course, if he could wake up in time and the prodigal son would turn back, maybe he would be able to regain his strength, but George did not repent, he still did not want to make progress, and he did not work every day, just waiting to eat his wife's soft rice.

However, he forgot one thing after all, there is a limit to human patience, and after several fruitless negotiations, his wife still filed for divorce with him, and the two have since parted ways and gone their separate ways.

At this time, George completely lost his last support, and could only work his own, barely maintaining a basic life, but fortunately, he was not completely without the possibility of turning the tables, thanks to his previous fame, there were still publishers who were willing to try their luck and signed a book publishing contract with him.

And this is George's last chance, if he can't grasp it and finish the book at the appointed time, I'm afraid no one will believe him in the future.

"Whew, okay, let's start over!"

George muttered to himself, "How about writing a time traveler's story, yes, that's it!" ”

Cheering himself up, he typed the keyboard letter by letter, and after working hard and racking his brains, but he still only typed a bullshit sentence, he finally couldn't suppress the depression in his heart, turned into a desktop cleaning master, picked up the items placed on the table, and fell to the floor one by one.

"Shit, it's all a piece of shit!"

He scolded, not knowing why fate was so unfair to him, but who could blame him, it was he who played a good hand of cards to a pulp, and it had nothing to do with anyone.

Thinking about this joint, George hung his head for a moment and slumped back into his seat weakly.

In fact, this is not the first time this kind of picture has happened in this room, and he has been locking himself in his home for months since he signed the contract, trying to use this retreat to polish a qualified book.

It's a pity that it backfired, maybe he was too successful before, which led to his early exhaustion of talent, and for several months, no matter how hard he tried, he only wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, and to this day the whole novel has not even been written at the beginning, let alone finished the book.

"Perhaps, I should try something else."

Feeling that he couldn't hold back anything if he stayed at home, George took the last bit of his family background, walked out of the house and walked on the street, turning around for a while, and after making sure that there was no one else around, he walked into a familiar alley.

"Oh my God, George, it's you, how long have we not seen each other?"

In the alley, a black gangster walked over, gave him a warm hug, then looked twice, and said strangely, "You're okay, how did you do this?" ”

"Uh, nothing, Jamie, I'm just thinking of a new book."

"Ah, I see."

Jamie, a black thug, realized, "This should be your writer's quirk, right?" Let me guess, you're experiencing the life of a homeless person for a character from a book! ”

"Yes, that's right, that's it."

Seeing Jamie's misunderstanding, George, who was afraid of losing face, did not explain, so he admitted this statement along the way.

Jamie became more and more excited, patted George's shoulder vigorously, and said eagerly: "George, we are also friends, this time give me a chance, how about adding a character to the book based on me, I have thought about it, the character's name is Belak......"

Jamie chattered endlessly, as if rapping the idea in his heart, George listened, only felt a buzzing in his ears, and his head hurt, and quickly interrupted: "Jamie, I'll think about it, but before that, can you give me some leaves." ”

"Uh......"

This time, it was Jamie who hesitated and said a little embarrassedly, "Sorry, George, you're late, I don't sell that kind of stuff anymore." ”

"What did you say?"

George couldn't believe his ears, he used to have money to party every day, and the other party had always supplied him, and this time he went out to refresh himself, relieve pressure, and also try to find a little new inspiration.

But what he didn't expect was that he brought all the money and Jamie didn't wash his hands.

"No way, it's our boss's opinion."

Jamie said, his face was also a little helpless, a thug of his level had very few channels to make money, and without flour and leaves, he would almost cut off all his financial routes.

Fortunately, the gang is not completely ignorant of them.

Taking out the stock he had drawn from his pocket, Jamie gave the only leaf on his body to George, and at the same time, as if remembering something, he took out a blue pill in his arms and gave it out as well, before turning to leave.

"Well, it's not for nothing."

Sighing, George walked out of the alley and went straight home, he lay on the couch, reached into his pocket, and tried to pull out the free leaves, so that he could enjoy the clouds, the blue pill fell out first, and came into his sight.

"What the hell is this?"

Picking up the pill and looking at it in front of him, he was a little hesitant because he had never tried this kind of thing before, and he didn't know what the consequences would be.

But how much worse could it be?

George smiled bitterly, he is now at the bottom, it can be said that there is no room for further downward movement at all, it is better to try this new drug called by Jamie and see what special feeling it will have.

Without further hesitation, George opened his mouth and swallowed the pill, and after a few seconds, he had a thrill, an electric current seemed to flash in his brain, his mind was sharper than ever, and inspiration poured out like a fountain.

He hurriedly returned to the computer, tapped the keyboard with both hands, and easily wrote dozens of pages of manuscripts, at this moment, he seemed to be the talented self he was back then.

But an hour later, something terrible happened.

The brain suddenly jammed, the hand hanging in the air did not fall, and George was horrified to find that as the effect of the medicine had passed, he was beaten back to his original form and turned into the same waste as before.

"I need medicine, more medicine!"