Doomsday Master

When Yan Chengjiu woke up, he smelled the fragrance of the food.

"Wake up." The editor saw that the writer she was in charge of woke up, and she didn't feel restrained. She came here several times a month, and she thought they were boyfriends and girlfriends if they didn't know. But there is also a pure friendship between the opposite sex, for example, the other person is asexual.

Yan Chengjiu was still slightly at a loss.

"I have saved your manuscript and sent it to my mailbox. Thank goodness, you have finally finished the ninth volume of "The Doomsday Master"." The editor breathed a long sigh of relief. Now she doesn't need to worry about her bonus. .

"You...who are you?" Yan Chengjiu suddenly woke up.

Where is this place and who is the other party?

Yan Chengjiu found that his body was empty, nothing inside.

how can that be possible?

By the way, by the way, he remembered that he was fusing the general's heart to attack the general, and then, he saw a rough puppet of despair that couldn't be rougher.

So, these must be the ghosts of Desperate Puppets.

Yan Chengjiu calmed down and began to analyze.

Generally speaking, one must go through many trials to become a general. At a century-old age like Yan Chengjiu, to become a general without experiencing the world a few times is tantamount to idiotic dreams.

And with the help of the fusion of the little ghost card and the heart of the general to become a general, it is like deliberately uniting five generals to cheat.

"My plum blossom J is big, you are not sleeping again." The editor is not surprised, "Let’s say, how many days have you been rushing for the manuscript this time? Last time you rushed for a month in a row, I haven't been out for a whole month, and after waking up, I said to prepare supplies for the end soon. This time, what tricks do you want to play?"

How about writers all have their own quirks?

This Meihua J greatly also obviously suffers from severe secondary disease, and is also accompanied by amnesia.

"What do you call me?" Yan Chengjiu pointed at himself, "Meihua J?"

"Yes, Meihua J, Yan Chengjiu big." The editor looked at him seriously, "Although I also think you are ashamed of using your real name as the protagonist's name, I don't care about the sales volume. Yes, recently, the person in charge of several film and television companies wants to meet you and talk about the adaptation and game development of the first few volumes. If you are interested, I will arrange a time for you. If you are not interested, I will go to you. Broker."

Yan Chengjiu was stunned. For an instant, many memories poured into his mind, as if something was being forced into him.

The editor stood there quietly, waiting for Yan Chengjiu to think through it slowly.

Well, it's not once or twice anyway.

"The food is just delivered by express delivery. You can eat something, and I will proofread it for you first." The editor took out the express order to facilitate reimbursement, and neatly closed the door to Yan Chengjiu.

Only Yan Chengjiu was left in the room. He quietly sat back on his sofa and began to remember everything.

His name is Yan Chengjiu. Both his parents are in foreign countries. He loves to travel and does not go home all year round. He loves literature. He started serializing "The Doomsday Grandmaster" when he was studying in college, and now he has published the ninth part of the series "The Doomsday Grandmaster's General".

He has an editor in charge, and an agent who is solely responsible for managing his copyrights, and hourly workers come to cook and clean for him once a day.

This time, in order to catch up with the manuscript, he was lying in front of the computer for a month, writing and rewriting.

Until last night, I finally finished writing.

No, it's not right.

Yan Chengjiu held his forehead, things shouldn't be so simple.

He stood up and began to look through the contents of the room.

ID card, household registration page, driver's license, ticket, book, photo, seal...

Almost everything can match the memory.

Yan Chengjiu dialed a friend's phone on his mobile phone, and the other party was already connected. He also teased Yan Chengjiu a few words and asked him if he was rushing to write again? Yan Chengjiu hung up the phone carefully after a few perfunctory sentences, feeling some absurdity in his heart.

If this world is false, it would be too real.

On the contrary, his memories in the apocalyptic world are as fake, very illusory.

Suddenly, Yan Chengjiu seemed to have thought of something, and quickly sat down in front of his computer, opened his manuscript and started to read it.

Volume One, Black Sun.

The second volume, the endless deep sea.

Volume Three, Parasites

...

Yan Chengjiu fell on the chair, and the mouse could hardly continue to click.

Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly or Die Meng Zhuang Zhou?

Yan Chengjiu always felt that this question was false, but now he couldn't help but start to doubt it.

But, is all this fake?

Is Lin Yinwu fake too?

I have no lovers.

Yes, not at all.

He doesn't like anyone, and he has never been tempted.

No matter how beautiful people are in his eyes, they are no different from ordinary people.

However, he still yearns for love in his heart.

As in the martial arts novels, "It's better to forget each other than in the rivers and lakes", which can be achieved without interfering with each other, and a very tacit understanding can be achieved with a single look. The other party may have a bad personality or not outstanding enough, but he must be convinced.

There is no such person in reality.

He took his real name as the protagonist, and then created a "Lin Yinwu" that fits his own aesthetics.

Then this month, in order to catch up with the manuscript, he was too tired, and had a long dream, taking the things in the novel as reality, making his memory confused.

This explanation seems more perfect.

Yan Chengjiu looked down at his hand and couldn't help but laugh.

How can this be the same?

How could such a wonderful world be just his dream?

The agent discovered that the writer he was in charge of had recently started to get sick again.

The reason for saying "again" is obviously that he is also used to it.

Yan Chengjiu fractured his leg.

It is said that he jumped out of the window in the middle of the night without any problems.

Thankfully, he was a villa here, at most it was the second floor high, and there was still soft mud downstairs, so he took his life back.

Although Yan Chengjiu explained that it was because of carelessness, the agent was still a little frightened.

In all fairness, Yan Chengjiu is really a perfect employer. He doesn't have any doubts or suspicions. He sells generously and has a bright future. He doesn't have much plans to change his employer for the time being.

The writer agency is relatively new, and compared to the mature entertainment agency, it is just a babbling child. However, everyone can see the potential for future development.

As the copyright becomes more and more perfect, the income of writers will definitely not be worse than those of celebrities.

And the author of Meihua J is undoubtedly the one he favors.

Mei Hua J is young and handsome, and is much better than the hype "beautiful male writers" on the market, and his writing has also been recognized by the public. It only takes an appropriate time to push him out, and the popularity will reach a peak.

Of course, the current popularity is scary enough.

When "The General of the Doomsday Grandmaster" just took a name, countless game companies and film and television companies came to the door and were willing to pay a high price, but he refused. Now that the General Scroll is finished, the reasons for rejection at the time are not very practical.

The agent comes to the door and wants to have a good talk with his employer. Who doesn't love real silver? But we must also consider the past works and reputation of those film and television companies, not to smash their own signs.

But such a beautiful idea, when the agent continued to speak for half an hour and the other party did not respond with half a word, it shattered like a bubble.

"Mr. Yan, do you not understand what I just said, or do you disagree?" The agent couldn't help asking.

"You just said that the first TV casting of Black Sun has begun?"

"Yes." The agent submitted the prepared materials. "These are Lin Yinwu's alternatives. As for the role of the protagonist, Yan Cheng, we have not yet found a good candidate. If you have any favorite actor, It can also be recommended, and the producer will consider it carefully."

Yan Chengjiu has no interest in the protagonist's candidates. He just picked up the list of candidates for the leading role of Lin Yinwu and looked at them one by one.

"What, isn't it appropriate?" The agent found that Yan Chengjiu's face was a little ugly.

"This is not the Lin Yinwu I want." Yan Chengjiu closed his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing, "He had better double eyelids, white skin, height over 185, beautiful hands, and partial temperament. Elite type and classic villain BOSS..."

Yan Chengjiu said more and more, wishing to explode all the measurements.

The more the agent listened, the more helpless, "I understand your request. I can find it for you in general, but there is no guarantee that it will be met."

"What do you think of Lin Yinwu?" Yan Chengjiu asked suddenly.

"There are many people who like him, but there are also many people who hate him. But after the eighth JOKER volume, his popularity has risen rapidly." The agent did his homework.

"No, I'm asking you, do you think such people really exist in this world?"

"Huh?" The agent exclaimed a little, but he reacted quickly, "I think a person like him is created by a special environment. Because of his extraordinary strength, his personality traits can be fully expressed. Come out. Our world is so peaceful, I think there should be no such people out."

Worthy of being a high-quality agent who was poached by countless writers, the level of answer is different!

The agent gave his answer a thumbs up.

Yan Chengjiu's face was a little disappointed, "Let you take care of those copyright owners, I'm a little tired."

"Okay." The agent replied.

After leaving the agent, Yan Chengjiu lay directly on the bed.

"Really, doesn't it really exist?"

He touched his chest, the corners of his eyes moist.

"If it really doesn't exist, why am I so sad?"