With mixed feelings, Xiao Li did not intend to lie to him again after coaxing out the guilt, and wrote again: [Fake.]
Sin Tian: [… ]
Sintian: [I knew that this kind of good thing would never happen to me.]
Very sad, this guy juice.
This cowardly character Mystery is very similar to Fu Zige, except that Fu Zige is more outgoing than Sintian, he is simply timid, while Sintian is relatively more housebound, even if he gains powerful supernatural power, he can only It affected the room where he was, but not even the entire building.
But think about it, the ghosts with a little more resentment have long ago aggressively attacked the humans in that area, attracting the attention of the reincarnators.
Xiao Li: [Do you know what happened to you?]
Sintian: [I… I remember, I also know who you are, they call you Sherlock.]
Xiao Li: [You can call me that too.]
Sin God no longer speaks.
Xiao Li: [Your power comes from fragments, but in that room, in the novel you updated earlier, there was another totem symbol, which was invented by you?]
He drew that weird pattern on the paper in front of him, which was the exact same symbol as the Fu Zige incident.
Sin Tian remained silent.
Xiao Li tried a few more times, but couldn't get it out. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand to call for the microphone that had already been tucked into the back of the TV.
Fu Zige: "What's wrong?"
Xiao Li: "I'll give you one thing, get it done."
Fu Zige said blankly, "What's the matter?"
"... Sing to it, until it has to show up to reply to you." Xiao Li folded the manuscript into a square-sized piece of paper and placed it on the microphone of the microphone.
Fu Zige was holding this manuscript, maintaining his balance in the air to prevent it from falling, and flew to the back of the glass on the balcony in a blink of an eye, and said to the puppet angrily, "Close the window, thank you."
Tan Li silently closed the window with his hair.
Afterwards, Xiao Li could hear a vague voice coming from the balcony. The voice was very sharp, but it was not clear, and the rhythm was beautiful. It went around for three days...
Xiao Li turned his head to face the little yellow book on the table.
I don't know if it was because they were all written by hand. When Xiao Li was chatting with Sintian, he faintly felt that he was talking to another Xiao Huang who had been weakened countless times, but it was obvious that even if the external factors were thrown away , Simply speaking of Xiao Huangben's character, it is also more lovely than the sinful one.
Putting aside the matter of sin for a while, Xiao Li turned to face Shen Mizhi: "Don't go? It's very late."
And what to say, he has already told the other party.
Shen Mizhi pretended to think for a while: "Can I stay overnight?"
Before Xiao Li spoke, he had already continued: "I can sleep on the sofa without disturbing you. I will make you breakfast tomorrow morning."
The young man thought of the picture he described, and the curvature of the corners of his lips evoked upwards: "What type do you like?"
Xiao Li was stunned for a moment. It was really late today. He looked at the sofa under him and compared Shen Mizhi's height: "You can't sleep."
With Shen Mizhi's physique to sleep on the sofa, the long legs are indeed too aggrieved, and if the other party is allowed to sleep on his bed, then Xiao Li may not want to sleep tonight or tomorrow—
Therefore, under Xiao Li's determination, Shen Mizhi finally left his house reluctantly.
After standing at the window and watching the car downstairs leave, Xiao Li also closed the curtains, packed up and prepared to go to bed, leaving room for Fu Zige and the others to toss.
However, before that, the microphone outside the window tapped the glass twice: "Dong Dong."
Xiao Li opened the window and put it in: "What?"
The microphone floated up and down with joy, and Fu Zige asked for credit, "I've done it."
Xiao Li: "How did you get it done?"
These two real ghosts, one sings and the other codewords, both of them are not very smart. Even if Fu Zige can use his singing voice to annoy it, logically speaking, it will not be so fast.
Fu Zige said, "I read out the plot of the Ba Zong novel he wrote before."
Immediately afterwards, it demonstrated to Xiao Li affectionately, and it recited the plot of Sintian's novel: "President Gu held the chin of the woman in front of him, and he said coldly: 'Woman, don't try to anger me, you I can't stand it!'"
"The woman across from him smiled coquettishly, twisted her body, approached Mr. Gu, and asked back: 'What does Mr. Gu want—I can't bear it?'"
"President Gu's heart swayed, the person in front of him was damn sweet, but he immediately remembered the white moonlight in his heart, Xiaobai was still waiting for him on the hospital bed, he immediately suppressed his impulse and suppressed his anger: 'Look The way you are now, Madam Gu.'"
"Mrs. Gu refused to back down. She looked at the handsome face in front of her: 'How am I now?'"
"President Gu shook off her hand, turned around and called for his assistant: 'Send the madam back to the home!'"
Fu Zige sometimes squeezed his throat, sometimes lowered his voice, trying his best to imitate the tone of the two sides. What's more, due to the particularity of the microphone itself, its voice was also magnetic, echoing the entire space leisurely.
Take the lady home.
Family.
Xiao Li: "..."
public execution.
Even he couldn't bear to close his eyes, let alone Sintian himself.
At this time, the manuscript couldn't bear it anymore and said: [Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!]
The thick font is full of tears, if the sinners can move, I can't wait to pull myself directly and turn into a paper ball to block Fu Zige's mouth.
Fu Zige paused his reading: "Hehe, Zhou Ying helped me find this novel written by him."
Sintian turned to Xiao Li: [Sherlock, let me answer your question and let him shut up.]
[I saw that symbol on a certain website once. I think it can increase the fear of the novel. I added it, it's that simple.]
[Now, hurry up, keep that microphone away from me, I have to figure out how to write tomorrow's update!]
Now the "His and Hers" on the website is still serialized, but the content has been changed from the boss to a horror novel. After the readers' initial anger, some people choose to leave, but some people think that the newly written theme More interesting, keep chasing.
Although the update no longer has the power to change reality, Sintian still retains the habit of writing articles.
"Well done," Xiao Li grabbed the bottom of Fu Zige's microphone and praised it routinely, "Go in and continue watching that variety show."
Fu Zige flew in happily, turned on the TV, and tucked himself into the best viewing position.
After it went in, Xiao Li took out the pen and wrote on the manuscript of Sintian: [Which website?]
Sintian: [I don't remember the specific website, I only remember the process.]
Xiao Li originally patiently waited for its reply, but the other party got stuck like this, so he had to ask: [What process?]
Sin Tian can't tell the truth: [… Baidu "How should authors attract readers", the number one Baidu Encyclopedia will pop up a pop-up window, and that's how the website pops up. There is only one pattern on this site, and it's the one I've attached at the end of the article.]
Xiao Li put the manuscript on the bookshelf in the room, and used the mobile phone browser to search the web page according to the method that Sintian said, but this time, after he clicked in, no additional web page popped up, and he didn't know whether it was a temporary or a sin. God remembered something wrong.
But webpage pop-ups, graffiti corners…
How does the way this totem spread is not high
In the next month or so, Xiao Li was never pulled into the dungeon, and at the same time, there were frequent occurrences of supernatural events in reality, and some people who did not need Xiao Li to go were also sorted out and sent to Ye Zeqing's side. took him.
In the third week, Xiao Li received a reply email from the "I am the King of Singers" program group.
One of the program staff members named Ale praised the song, saying that his hoarse voice had a different connotation. Not only that, he also invited the songwriter Fu Zige to audition.
Go, definitely can't go, Xiao Li will submit the recording of this song just to let Fu Zige get a little more approval.
He rejected the interview of the program team and passed the praise in the email to Fu Zige. The KTV ghost was very excited on the spot.
That night, while Xiao Li was going to school, Fu Zige did something.
"I am the King of Singers" program group, in a recording studio, several staff responsible for screening songs sat in it, with iced coffee at hand to refresh themselves.
After another song, a girl with Jenny written on her chest brand said: "It's not bad, but it doesn't have its own characteristics, and it doesn't give people a bright feeling."
The person next to her is Ale, a young literary and artistic young man, less than 30 years old, wearing the uniform of the show team, he still remembers the song he heard in the afternoon: "It's still a good song, the singer must be very good. He has experience and has a hoarse voice. It would be great if he could be invited, and we don't need to worry about the hot topics in the next issue."
"Tsk, isn't it inconvenient for people to reply?" Jenny said, she paused the playback of the next wave of submissions, "I wasn't here when you guys were listening in the afternoon, let me hear how good it is."
With the playback of the tape, the songs that Fu Zige sang in the abandoned bar slowly flowed out.
Jenny also showed admiration: "Yes, it's not bad, it's mainly distinctive, unpolished but experienced vicissitudes of life, full of emotions, suitable for writing a script. But why do I think this echo is a bit weird? The sound quality is not very good."
"Doesn't this make him even more valuable? It's a pity, it's a pity, this kind of song can easily resonate with people, not just limited to love." Ale held down the coffee, took a sip, stood up and said to his companions , "I'm going to the toilet."
"Go." His companion pressed the play button again.
That is, the moment Ale got up, he saw a face appeared in the ventilation duct above the recording studio, and he had been watching him for an unknown time.
The face did not look like a living person, it was extremely pale, and its posture was strange. He was holding a microphone in his hand, and his neck was twisted to an unbelievable angle.
The grimacing face was facing him, those eyes seemed to plan on him as the target of attack, they didn't move, and even stretched their necks and leaned forward.
It was Fu Zige who deliberately came out of the microphone he was living in, revealed his original body, and showed him a grateful look.
"Ahh - there's a ghost!"
Ale rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot.