A Weird Theater That Started In London

No matter how seasoned a detective is, no matter how vigilant a knight is, in the face of supernatural forces, they all seem insignificant and powerless.

After a period of investigation, the Knights announced on the spot that according to the Jurisdiction Law, the matter was taken over by the Church of the Dark Goddess.

Reason: The eucalyptus happened at night.

According to this logic, if a person died during the day, involving extraordinary factors, wouldn't the Church of the Goddess of the Sun be responsible?

If a person dies on a train or steamship, it will be dealt with by the believers of the **** of steam.

Of course, the premise is that there is such a thing as the God of Steam, and believers who believe in the sun do not necessarily think that she is a woman... Lu Li has just arrived, and he is traveling through the body, so he doesn't understand the situation at all.

Where are the guides?

The University of Michigan is not so boring that it needs to be tested, is it an exchange student from a brother school?

When he was helpless, he put a hand on Lu Li's shoulder, and the voice came from behind:

"Senior Lu?"

There was uncertainty in his tone.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, severely malnourished, not malicious, and had no warning of his fighting instinct. Therefore, Lu Li kept letting him approach, thinking that the other party was just passing by, but he did not expect it to be the connector.

"That's right."

Lu Li pressed his thoughts, turned around, shook the suitcase in his hand, and asked curiously, "Are you a preparatory student? You must be too young."

"No, I just received the admission letter a few days ago, and I am going to report to the school in two weeks."

"plz follow me."

After speaking, Yang Kai shook his head, a trace of confusion and helplessness appeared on his face.

As a veteran actor, Lu Li thinks that he has no trace of performance.

Go back to ten days ago.

Looking up from the heavy pile of paper, Yang Kai felt pain all over his body.

There was severe pain from all over the body, as if someone had been put into a sack and hung up and beaten for three days and three nights.

Isn't it just another book, as for?

Yang Kai now recalls his innocence at the time, and feels like he can't laugh or cry.

He is a netizen. Just the day before, he waved his knife with tears in his eyes and chopped off a book that had been serialized for many years, but his results were not very satisfactory.

When I was sad, I made an exception to drink a little wine, fell asleep on the computer table, and then dreamed that I was being hanged and beaten by subscribed readers.

Since both feet are off the ground, I can't even dodge, and the hanging part is pulled by the weight of the body, which is too painful, more painful than swinging a knife from the palace...

"Hey, I knew I wouldn't be a eunuch."

However, when his sight returned, Yang Kai found himself in an extremely unfamiliar environment.

What about the computer?

What about the keyboard?

Canned cocktails on the table, and refreshing chocolates?

A series of doubts popped up and was forcibly suppressed by Yang Kai. He began to force himself to calm down and carefully observe the surrounding environment.

In front of it is a log desk, which is full of kraft books and thread-bound books, and in the center is a stack of blank manuscripts with a pen on it.

It appears to be inlaid with gold and diamonds.

Therefore, Yang Kai, who had a vague premonition that he had passed through, felt a little more stable in his heart.

After all, it is impossible to walk without money. In any case, if the economic conditions are better, there is no need to worry about making a living.

But as his gaze shifted around, Yang Kai began to become pessimistic again.

As we all know, not all places are qualified to be called rooms. The place he is currently in is just a "kennel", a den.

The ceiling is very low, and if you put your toes up a little, there will be an extra bag on your head.

Not far away, there was a strange reclining chair covered with a tattered bedspread, and the room was a third full.

A log table, a back chair, three large wooden boxes, a mechanism similar to a water dispenser, and a small locker that doubles as a hanger. This is the residence, and even turning around seems reluctant.

"This place..."

Before crossing, although life was very poor, it was not so poor—

There was nothing on the floor, and the walls and skyboards were almost covered in blood and stains.

Each bloodstain represents the violent murder of a life, blowflies, giant mosquitoes, and various unknown bugs.

There is no doubt that the future residence is also a land of pests.

At this moment, he has made up a scene in his mind:

A third-rate writer spends his days working in his terrible kennel. He has no friends or relatives. He is a lonely person, suffering and contradictory, sometimes feeling that life is full of tragedy, and sometimes full of hope.

Because, with the passage of time, a new story is born, which not only relies on hard work and emotion, but also reawakens the creator's expectation of life:

Once it is published successfully, it means that you have gained editorial recognition and gained readers, thereby improving your difficult life and continuing to devote yourself to the industry you love with peace of mind.

"what is this?"

Inadvertently, Yang Kai noticed that there were two letters on the messy table. Obviously, they had been unpacked and the paint had fallen off.

first letter.

[To Mr. Yang Kai, as always.

The newspaper is still in the preparatory stage, but the opening is imminent, and we are looking forward to contributions. 】

The letter contained only two lines.

At the same time as the reading, a memory fragment poured out from the unknown area. Yang Kai stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he supported the table in time to avoid the tragedy.

Yang Kai, seventeen years old, is a young and famous young writer. He wrote his first book two years ago, with a suspense theme, and he has reaped a lot of rewards.

Due to the death of both parents and lack of elders' discipline, he made friends with some messy publishers, and under the leadership of his friends, he indulged in the meaningless fragrance of women, and lived a rotten life in the sunny city of his hometown for two years.

Women, after all, refreshing herbs.

In order to ensure that he has enough money to splurge, he started a shoddy production, publishing two books a month in a row, with no logic, eating settings, and bad sentences.

Two years have passed.

The initial accumulated popularity and passers-by have all been corrupted, and even reached the level of extremes.

Regardless of its content, as long as it is signed with that pseudonym, it will definitely be labeled as garbage and placed in a corner of the bookcase that no one cares about.

And the original publishers who were extremely enthusiastic were also unlucky, and they refused to see each other again.

The friends who played with each other looted all the valuables in his home, leaving only the mess on the ground and the pen made of gold, stainless steel and broken diamonds.

It escaped by being locked in a drawer.

"After losing everything, I sold my last property and moved to the capital city of Lentinos, where I began to concentrate on my creations, trying to find my inspiration and my love for stories back then."

"Oh, it's too late to wake up."

"Also, Londinos, Londinos..."

"London? Whether it's the name, the degree of class differentiation, and living habits, it's very much like the foggy capital of the Victorian era."

Yang Kai, who accepted a large amount of unfamiliar memories, slowly sat up straight, and turned his head to look at the half-length mirror attached to the cabinet.

His pale and sickly complexion, thin body, and deep-set eye sockets made his height of 1.85 meters stand out against the odds.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't overindulgence.

Neither are dark circles.

In fact, it was long-term malnutrition and writing that turned day and night, which ruined the body that was not healthy.

However, looking at the familiar face in the mirror, Yang Kai couldn't care less and fell into contemplation.

Could it be a coincidence?

Same name.

Appearance is almost the same.

Even the occupations are very different.

One writes about the Internet in the age of advanced technology and information, while the other writes about the real world in a backward world that has not yet entered the age of electrical appliances.

"The only difference is that no matter how downhearted I am in this world line, I have once had a villa by the sea and been infatuated with money."

It is not a soul-piercing, occupying the body of others.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Yang Kai was inclined to this answer in his heart: he replaced himself under this world line.

All heavens and ten thousand worlds, parallel worlds.

Whether it is an online literature practitioner or an old bookworm, these two words are no strangers.

"Is this the punishment for the eunuch?"

"If you don't want to make money, you won't be able to live in such a shabby house next month."

As a web writer, Yang Kai has a pretty good tolerance for such unimaginable things.

Moreover, he can't find a way to go back for the time being, so he can only try his best to improve his life. Not to mention that the villa is located by the sea and the kennel is far away, and he must first earn a considerable amount of money for writing and take care of his body.

certainly…

Before that, he still has one very important thing to do.

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