In the last scene of the "fragmented" world, Jason was very clear about the real gap between him and those "weird" existences.
The opponent is almost crushing him!
He didn't even have room to resist.
No!
Rather, like ants!
Although Jason is still unable to make an accurate comparison of how strong the "weird" existence of "Lord" is, but after learning about the weird existence of "Ang City", Jason has already made up his mind.
Do not elevate yourself to the 'extreme' you are now!
Definitely not going back!
Otherwise, even if they go back, once they are targeted by Lord's 'weirdness', they will die.
It can even be said that life is worse than death.
Even if he has the talent of 'immortality', it's the same.
Because, this in itself is one of the qualities that attract these 'weird'.
Moreover, since someone can become a sword god in Novice Village!
That…
Why can't I practice 'One Punch for Peace' in 'New Village'
Jason thought silently.
The heart is more and more firm.
He adjusted his sitting posture slightly so that his body could better cover the black notebook touched by his fingertips, and then started to move.
Choice of soup (clear soup): Beef soup!
After Jason gave the choice, it immediately consumed 7 points of satiety.
Then, more text started appearing in the notebook.
[Clear soup is always delicious.]
[It can be considered as a link between the past and the future.]
[But more importantly, it exists alone!]
[what is it?]
[It depends on your choice.]
[Remember: This is the clear soup you ordered]
…
After the customary text, √ appeared after [Beef Soup].
Then, there is the comment—
[Background: As a well-known local writer, within ten years, you have only written one fairly best-selling book. In order to let yourself write a real bestseller, you left your familiar home and came to a strange city. Are you going to look for some special... material?]
[Main task: within 120 days, sell at least 100,000 new books (must be purchased by others voluntarily, and each person only counts as one book): 0100000]
[Obtain a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]
[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will be automatically restored when leaving the instance]
[Detect non-powder weapons]
(Tip: enjoy your consommé.)
…
Me, Jason, the writer
Jason was taken aback.
Before he could recover, the black notebook was closed.
In this instant, he has appeared in a room.
The room is small and very crowded.
In front of him is a large desk with stacks of books stacked on the left and right sides. Each stack is about 40 centimeters high. There are books of different thicknesses. Each book has a protruding bookmark. Outside the wood, there is no noticeable place. In the middle of the two stacks of books is a thick stack of manuscript paper, with two pens and a bottle of ink on the side.
At this moment, the manuscript paper is empty, with nothing written on it.
His eyes moved forward on the desk, and it was a desk lamp that was turned on. The orange light from the light bulb shone brightly on the desk, dispelling the darkness.
Averting his eyes from the desk, Jason looked up and saw the clock on the wall.
The desk is close to the wall, leaving no gaps.
Turning to look to the left, heavy, floor-sweeping curtains block everything.
On the right side, there is a single bed, and you need to get up and walk five steps before you can lie on it.
However, the single bed was too cramped.
It's not that the single bed itself is cramped, it's that it's stacked with books that make it look cramped.
In fact, not only the bed, but also the floor is full of books.
As soon as Jason turned his head, he saw three bookshelves side by side.
The bookshelves are also full of books.
"Is this the writer's room?"
Jason was a little taken aback.
In his imagination, writers have always been tall and tall.
They should light a cigarette, hold the cigarette in their left hand, and hold the pen in their right hand. Sometimes they write quickly, sometimes with strokes, and sometimes when they stop to contemplate, they take a puff of cigarettes, and immediately the inspiration is like a spring, and they bow their heads to write again. .
Even when you are in a hurry, make sure you are presentable.
Even if you don't have a suit and leather shoes, you have to be formal.
And him
The upper body is pajamas, the lower body is big pants, and the feet are bare.
Slippers were left in the corner of the room.
After looking around, but not finding the mask or the machete, Jason's eyes were on the desk drawer.
According to past experience, his mask and machete should be nearby.
And the experience didn't go wrong.
When Jason opened the desk drawer, he found his mask and machete.
Touching the mask and his own weapon.
Jason felt more at ease in his heart unconsciously, then he stood up and walked towards the slippers in the corner of the room.
During this period, he carefully avoided several piles of books.
After putting on his slippers, Jason walked towards the door.
Outside the door is a small living room.
Compared with the study and bedroom, the small living room is much cleaner and tidy.
The small living room can be divided into two parts based on where Jason is standing.
On the left is a round tea table and four sofa chairs.
To the right is the hallway leading outside the suite.
Walking out of the room, you can see the refrigerator, TV, telephone, etc. against the wall, and there are clothes racks on the side of the corridor.
From inside the thin coat hanging on the hanger, Jason found the wallet, keys and so on.
There is an ID card and two bank cards in the wallet, as well as 173 yuan banknotes and 3 1 yuan coins.
There is one key, one big and one small, and the two keys are chained together.
There is also a small card on the back of the big one.
The sign clearly says: 'Apartment 3A-313'.
Behind the sign is the phone number: 0054444944.
Apparently the big key belonged to this house.
Putting the wallet back into the pocket of his coat, Jason took the key and pushed open the door.
The big key is for the apartment.
Smaller ones should be mailboxes and the like.
Moreover, this is a rented apartment, so there is a high probability that there will be a mailbox outside the door.
Where there are mailboxes, there will be newspapers.
He needs paper things like newspapers to help him confirm more information.
Just as Jason speculated, he found a stuffed mailbox on the wall outside the door. Holding a small key, Jason easily opened the small lock and took out the newspaper inside.
At the same time, there are four letters.
Together with the letter, Jason brought it back to the room.
Of course, Jason hadn't forgotten about the TV.
After turning on the TV, he began to flip through the newspapers.
Newspapers are issued continuously, and the date of the earliest one is: D99.7.10.
The most recent newspaper is D99.7.17.
Through the TV station's broadcast, Jason can confirm that this is today's date.
There are eight newspapers in all, with consecutive dates, and none of them are missing.
Likewise, there wasn't anything on it that made Jason worth caring about.
Putting the newspaper aside, Jason brought the four letters over.
One of the four letters has no sender and address, and the remaining three letters are written according to the format, with both a sender and a recipient.
The senders of the three letters were John, Brian and McCall.
The recipient is him, Jason.
Open the first of these three letters signed by John.
Hi Jason:
You said you wanted to know something in particular
I have some stories here, I don't know if you want to hear them or not.
Give me this number XXXXXXXX if you can.
Your friend you've never met: John
99.7.14
…
This is the first letter.
"A friend you've never met?"
Jason frowned and opened the second envelope.
Hi Jason:
I might have something here that interests you.
But I want you to hear something about me.
In exchange, I'll tell you about the things you're interested in.
Friend You Can Trust: Brian
99.7.15
…
Without hesitation, he checked again and after confirming that there was no danger inside, Jason opened the third envelope.
Hi Jason:
I thought about it for a long time, not knowing whether I should write this letter.
After hesitating, I decided to write to you.
Not to satisfy your curiosity, I just want to give you a piece of advice.
Your loyal friend: McCall
99.7.16
…
Looking at the three letters in front of him, Jason frowned more and more.
Three friends with various prefixes.
One letter a day.
As for the purpose of the three of them, Jason could probably guess. After all, 'he' came here to collect materials, and the three of them should be the ones who provided him with 'materials'.
only…
Between the lines of the three of them, Jason always felt a little strange.
Moreover, the three people have different personalities.
The first John should be inclined to confide one-sidedly, but he doesn't want to meet people. Undoubtedly, this is an extremely withdrawn person.
Although the second Brian asked him to listen, he had the premise of an exchange. Obviously, this was a person who abided by his own rules.
The third one, McCall, was the strangest. Unlike the first two, the other party seemed very worried about himself and wanted to help him. A just partner
Jason shook his head and put away all three letters.
Then, he looked at the fourth letter.
This is the only letter without a signature or address.
Moreover, the envelope is also made of thick kraft paper.
"Hiding something up?"
Jason whispered to himself, picked up the letter and examined it carefully.
The thick kraft paper blocked the light, making it difficult for Jason to see what was inside, but this did not prevent Jason from judging that there was a square and thin thing inside.
Such a thing obviously couldn't be a bomb or something.
But other dangerous goods are not excluded.
Jason stood up, took the letter and walked into the study.
He remembered that in the desk drawer, besides his mask and machete, there was also a paper knife.
Picking up the paper knife, Jason carefully cut open the envelope.
Then, the envelope stood up—
Ding!
With the sound of metal colliding with the desk, something fell on the desk.
"blade?"
Jason looked at the blade on the table in surprise, feeling a little confused.
Send blades
What's the meaning
Threat
But there were only blades, but no threatening words.
There was no letter paper in the envelope, so Jason took the whole letter paper apart to check just in case.
There is no text on the inside of the envelope either.
This puzzled Jason a little.
However, one thing Jason was certain of.
The person who sent the special letter must be someone who is familiar with him.
At least, the other party knew that he lived here.
Without an address, the 'postman' is no prophet.
Even an excellent 'postman' like him can't do it, let alone those ordinary postmen.
"interesting."
Jason said to himself.
Then, he was about to call that Mr. John, and he hoped to hear some stories about him.
He has not forgotten his main task: within 120 days, sell at least 100,000 new books!
This is not a simple matter!
Jason is not a writer though.
But he knew that he didn't even write a word now.
A book must write at least 200,000 words, right
Even if it is a little thinner, it will cost hundreds of thousands of words, right
Jason made some uncertain guesses.
But just as he was about to pick up the phone, the phone rang first—
Jingle Bell!
After the phone rang three times in a row, Jason picked up the phone after confirming that it was not a wrong number.
"Hello."
"Jason? When will you deliver the manuscript?"
"Today is the 17th!"
"You promised me to deliver the manuscript at the end of the month!"
Just after Jason spoke, a slightly irritable voice came from the receiver.
Reminder
Is it an editor
Jason thought subconsciously.
And this kind of silence made the editor on the other end of the phone even more irritable.
"Don't play dumb!"
"Don't say you lost your memory!"
"Last time, you already used this excuse!"
"I'm your editor LaVine."
"The address of our publishing house is 221 Bean Corner Street, Mayor Jones, and the phone number is XXXXXXXX"
"I checked that your cats and dogs are sending samples from the pet store and they are all fine and not sick."
"Also, none of your relatives got married in the past six months, let alone a funeral!"
"And you?"
"I didn't even spoil my stomach!"
"So, send out the new book before the end of the month!"
After speaking, the other party hung up the phone without waiting for Jason to reply.
Click!
Beep, beep!
Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Jason couldn't help but shrugged. He could hear that the editor was furious, and it wasn't his fault. Look at the reasons he used before.
It's fake at first glance.
Now that I have asked for leave, it is natural to be more realistic.
At the very least, if the hand is injured, and a plaster cast is applied, it is best to find a doctor to issue a certificate.
This is reasonable.
Bad stomach
Too fake.
Who would eat a bad stomach
If you are a person, you won't eat bad stomach.
The deliciousness of the food.
He can never have enough.
With this in mind, Jason put down the receiver and started calling that John.
But this time, it was interrupted again.
Jason looked in the direction of the door, almost six times beyond the perception of ordinary people, and he could clearly hear a series of footsteps going up the stairs. The footsteps were very chaotic, at least five people.
Moreover, after reaching the third floor, these people came straight to the room where he was.
The next moment, there was a knock on the door—
Boom, boom, boom!