A Weird Theater That Started In London

Vol 12 Chapter 2: open mind

"System Dad."

"Dark blue."

"Sanqing Daozu."

"The Jade Emperor."

"Tathagata Buddha."

"God." "Jesus Christ."

With the familiar names one after another, he spit out from the mouth of the traveler. He has called the East, the West, and even the minority Cthulhu gods.

"It seems that I don't have this blessing."

"However, relying on the knowledge accumulated in the era of the information explosion in the previous life, it should not be difficult to carry out dimensionality reduction attacks on industries in other worlds, right?"

Accepting that he has no system and no protection from the gods, Yang Kai began to analyze the situation.

First of all, I am poor.

Secondly, there is an invitation letter in front of you.

According to my memory, this was an invitation from an old acquaintance. The other party used to be a small publisher. Some time ago, due to the failure of investment and lack of funds, he had no choice but to change his career and set up a newspaper office. host.

Because it was at the time of the lack of manuscripts, this old acquaintance did not care that the original owner was exhausted and notorious, and he wrote many letters to invite manuscripts.

Of course, there is a premise—

The pseudonym must be changed, otherwise, the newspaper will not sell at all.

For this, Yang Kai doesn't think it's too much. He is a real person, and he knows this world. In the eyes of readers, he has become a rat crossing the street. He must consider reincarnation and start over with a new pseudonym.

Otherwise, you won't make any money at all.

So what to write?

The content is limited to three categories: horror, suspense, and reasoning.

"How about the whole gram? Lalaiye, the city of seafood."

"Forget it, writing a book is the most taboo of self-esteem."

Before he crossed, the myth of Cthulhu was only on the rise, but the original author had already passed away for nearly a hundred years, and the dozens of stories he created during his lifetime were almost unknown at that time. Later sought after by the world.

in short.

That was a Van Gogh genius.

However, Yang Kai now just wants to get the money smoothly, what artistic value, the first of its kind, let's take a break first, fill the stomach and improve the living environment.

"correct."

"This kind of short and medium stories published in newspapers is different from the Internet, and it is best to fit the background of the current era."

Yang Kai leaned on the back of the seat, thinking and playing with the gold pen.

At the same time, his eyes turned to another letter.

Open it up and take a look.

【Invitation Letter for Admission to Miskatonic University】

For a moment, his whole person was not well, and he could not wait to slap himself. When he prayed for a response from the gods just now, he called the gods of Cthulhu.

Now, retribution is coming.

As an online writer, broad knowledge and good use of search are the basic skills. Yang Kai naturally knows how legendary this school is.

Graduation rates are low.

Mortality and disappearance rates are high.

Either you are chasing taboos, or you are about to embark on this road of no return.

The so-called taboo can be used as a substitute for death.

In many books, the University of Michigan is depicted as a ghostly school with ancient witchcraft and secrets hidden everywhere.

When he was anxious and confused, Yang Kai inadvertently noticed that there was a glimmer of light below.

His gaze moved down slightly.

A brass-colored revolver came into view, and the stench and rust that had been lingering on the tip of his nose since he woke up was finally taken seriously.

Look up at the overlooked ceiling directly above.

Compared to the bloodstains and stains scattered around, the pool was too exaggerated, about the size of two palms, showing a radial shape.

Bright red, pink and white, and some flocculent sticking to it.

"There are no mixed corpses in the middle."

"Looks pretty fresh."

Yang Kai grew up watching online articles, and later stepped into this industry, he often had illusions about time-travel, so his psychological tolerance was not bad.

Taking advantage of the freshness of waking up, he reached out and touched it, and placed it on the tip of his nose, almost vomiting his soul out of his body.

A terrifying thought appeared in his mind, Yang Kai resisted his fear and opened the revolver gun's cartridge. There were six bullet positions, and there were two brass bullets that had not been fired.

Any rational person will draw a conclusion from the location where the blood was spattered:

Yang Kai sat on a chair and swallowed a gun.

And the feeling of pain in the back of his head was also a testimonial. At first, Yang Kai had been deceiving himself that it was a hangover caused by drinking too much.

Until the body reacted honestly, and snapped off a piece the size of a fingernail, and the blood scar adhering to the hair was snapped off.

Broken Eucalyptus.

Suicide indeed.

"A very successful suicide."

"I have completed all the associations in my mind. As the trigger is pulled, the primer is activated, and the flash cap instantly detonates itself, squeezing the warhead out of the barrel."

"It is like a man of destiny who has been betted by divine power, allowing a frustrated young writer to end his dramatic life without pain."

On the empty road, Yang Kai shrugged, as if trying to hide his fear in a dark humorous way.

And Lu Li, who played the role of the listener, answered in the same tone with a professional attitude:

"Well... you are actually lucky to commit suicide in this world. If the bullet is shot from the mouth, but passes through the forehead, and doesn't hurt too many important centers, then there is still a chance to survive, but you have to accept the fate of becoming an idiot."

"Of course, the probability of this happening is less than one percent."

Yang Kai: "…"

This senior traveler is too hearty, a depressed young writer who has experienced a short period of glory, and then his career has been at a low ebb for a long time, and he may indeed take the initiative to drink bullets.

But in the candid conversation just now, he mentioned that he has not been pessimistic to this level in this world line, no matter how big the psychological gap is, UU reading www. uukanshu.com has never had the idea of ​​suicide.

In his memory, when Fu An was taking a nap, he even thought about whether to take out the few savings tonight and go to the street to have a barbecue.

Since there is such an idea, how can it be possible to seek death?

So…

Murder disguised as suicide?

It's just a low-level writer from another city with a hard life, and it's not worth it.

Moreover, after searching through the memories of the last three months, Yang Kai did not find that he had offended anyone, either by being bored in this small cubicle called a beast's den all day, or by going downstairs to forage for food and mailing manuscripts to the publishing house.

The radius of activity is only two or three nearby streets.

The most important thing is that firearms are controlled items in this world. Although ordinary people have the opportunity to get them, they also need to spend a lot of money and connections. Therefore, if someone really committed a murder, then he should take them along the way—

Not only to erase evidence, but also to save money.

After eliminating all the options, the one left, no matter how unbelievable, is the correct answer.

"Senior, I experienced a suicide without suicidal motive."

When he said this, Yang Kai didn't think that this possibility was too outrageous, because things like transmigration happened, what else is unacceptable?

"…"Land from.

After a little silence, he said, "Why don't you consider the possibility of being targeted by a supernatural organization?"

"You've already opened your mind once, it's better to use all your imagination."

"This organization has a group of superpowers, some people can teleport objects through the air, and some people can manipulate dreams or spirits.

They did this fun murder while you were asleep. "

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