Headache, dizziness, nausea, weakness in the limbs, palpitations.
When Jian Jing woke up from her coma, she found herself in all five of the above terrible states. Her ears seemed to be filled with water, stuffy, and her head was dizzy and she couldn't think accurately. She instinctively wanted to struggle to sit up, but her limbs had no strength at all.
What happened to me? No, I'm dead, right
She clearly remembered the moment the blade cut through her flesh. The human body could not feel any pain, but only felt a huge fear pressing down like a mountain, and her chest was filled with fear and despair.
What's going on? Am I dead, or am I saved
[Alarm, alarm, carbon monoxide levels in the room are exceeding the limit, the host is slightly poisoned, and is expected to pass out in 2 minutes. After testing, the situation meets the activation conditions, and the emergency mission is now being issued]
Such a voice sounded in Jian Jing's mind. Due to the urgent need to survive, she had no time to be surprised and was completely attracted by the content.
Immediately, a panel popped into my mind.
[Mission Name: Escape from the Suicide Room]
[Task Description: Leave this closed room with too high carbon monoxide concentration]
[Task rewards and penalties: Success will reward you with 10 courage points, failure will make you die]
At once, a large amount of text poured in. Normally, it would take a few seconds to understand and digest it. But the system appeared directly in her mind, and there was no need to read and analyze it at all. Her brain immediately understood all the content.
Jian Jing realized almost instantly that it was carbon monoxide poisoning!
The threat of death caused a rapid secretion of adrenaline, and even though her sore legs could not stand upright, they barely supported her body.
Jian Jing half crawled and half knelt, and stumbled to the door.
I pressed the handle hard and pulled it inward, but the door wouldn't open. I touched it more carefully and found that the gap and bottom of the door were covered with transparent tape.
This is a sealed room.
My vision was spinning and turning, stars were flashing before my eyes, and my head felt so dizzy that I was about to fall into darkness at any moment.
She held her breath, clenched her teeth, and desperately used her fingernails to scratch the edge of the tape.
The action was too rough, splitting her nails and causing her nerve endings to feel intense pain. However, she had no intention of stopping or reducing the pain. Instead, the pain made her more awake.
Jian Jing knew that she had to tear off the tape at all costs, otherwise not only would she lose her hands, but she would also lose her life.
She tore at it desperately and finally pulled the tape off the bottom.
But this amount of fresh air was minimal, and the violent movement just now caused her to inhale more air containing carbon monoxide, further aggravating the weakness in her limbs.
My fingers were out of control and I seemed to have lost track of where my hands and feet were.
Give up, it's too late.
No.
Jian Jing bit her tongue and told herself desperately that she couldn't give up. She had died once and didn't want to experience the despair of death again.
Supported by a strong will to survive, she regained some of her ability to think. She lay down under the crack of the door, took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, and then held it tightly.
She hooked her hands on the door handle, struggled to get up, put her feet against the door frame, and tried her best to pull the door inwards.
The stickiness of the tape is limited, and it is inevitable that some of it will fall off after being pulled so wildly.
I couldn't see clearly where the tape was, so I just scraped it randomly. More nails were split and blood oozed from the fingertips, but the effect was satisfactory and several more pieces of tape were torn off.
She moved closer to the faint current of air coming through the crack in the door, inhaled, held her breath, and repeated the process.
[System warning: 30 seconds left before coma, countdown 29, 28, 27…]
Jian Jing burst out with unprecedented strength. She pressed the handle firmly with her five fingers, exerted her leg muscles, and kicked hard with all her might.
Sizzle.
The tape was pulled off.
The door opened a crack and she fell to the ground.
[15, 14, 13…]
I couldn't see a thing, and I couldn't feel my limbs at all. I didn't know how to exert any strength, so I just relied on instinct, using my hands and feet to crawl out crookedly.
Jian Jing thought she had climbed at least ten meters, but she could not escape the cloud because she hardly moved, no more than half a meter.
[10, 9, 8…]
Just a little bit, please, please.
She was like a fish thrown onto the shore, struggling in vain to get back into the water.
[5, 4, 3…]
There seemed to be a slight breeze on my face, and the light was just around the corner.
[2, 1—]
A pale face squeezed out from the narrow gap in the door.
Half of her body was still in the room, but the key part, her head, was completely exposed.
[Task completed, system settlement in progress]
At the same time, hurried footsteps were heard on the stairs. Someone ran up the stairs quickly, rushed to her side, and patted her body: "Jian Jing? Jian Jing?"
There was no response. He reached out his hand to feel her breath, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately dialed: "120? Someone here has gas poisoning, please send an ambulance immediately."
Five minutes later, an ambulance with sirens blaring stopped downstairs.
"According to insiders, the 20-year-old genius novelist Jian Jing committed suicide by gas at home recently. It is suspected that she chose to escape from the world due to excessive pressure... Jian Jing wrote the popular "White Cat Detective" at the age of 15 and won the New Writer Award that year. However, in recent years, there have been no outstanding works. Has she run out of ideas?"
Jian Jing put down her phone and held her forehead weakly.
It has been half a day since she woke up from a coma. With the help of her memory and the large amount of information stored in her mobile phone, she has basically figured out the current situation.
She, Jian Jing, was reborn into her own body in a parallel world.
This "self" is much more capable than her. He is a well-known novelist in China. At the age of 15, he published a mystery work called "White Cat Detective", which sold 100,000 copies and won the annual new writer award.
It is worth mentioning that the parallel world is different from the original world. There is no online literature, but the physical literature is very prosperous. People still mainly read physical books. Even if there is an electronic version, it is sold at the same time after publication, unlike online literature which can be read while being serialized.
Therefore, the field of publishing houses, book companies and literary awards is already very mature, and the New Writer Award can be said to be the highest praise for new authors.
Reports calling Jian Jing a "genius novelist" are not an exaggeration.
But her subsequent book, "The Child Playing Hide and Seek", did not achieve very impressive results.
Some critics said: "The narrative is dull, the plots are boring, it is just a passing work, completely different from the wild imagination of White Cat." This has aroused the suspicion of some conspiracy theorists, who believe that "White Cat Detective" may not be her work.
However, at the same time, many critics praised "The Kids Playing Hide and Seek", believing that it was beyond her age level and worthy of recognition, but this view was not recognized by many people.
Half a month ago, her third work, "The Devil Doctor", was published.
The reviews were terrible.
A milder book reviewer said: "Jane Jing showed the lightness and fantasy of a young girl in White Cat, but suspenseful and serious works are not suitable for her who is too young..."
The more pointed ones only gave her four words: "Jiang Lang's talent has run out."
Even more vicious: "White Cat must have hired someone to write for him and blow him out to be a genius writer."
Or: "The writing is childish and whiny, as if an elementary school student is pursuing profundity."
You know, since "The Kids Playing Hide and Seek", Jian Jing in this world has been under a lot of pressure, hoping to shut those people up with "The Devil Doctor".
However, what she waited for was a flood of bad reviews and even groundless malicious speculation.
Ghostwriting and plagiarism are both unforgivable sins.
She was devastated.
When Jian Jing was reborn, it was the scene where her parallel self committed suicide.
After reading these reports, she naturally had some doubts - in the other world, she was just ordinary and the online articles she wrote were never very popular, but in this world, had she really become a genius
She went to read "White Cat Detective".
This is a light fantasy story. The heroine rescued a white cat from outer space and accidentally gained the abilities of a cat. She became very agile, and climbing trees and parkour were no problem for her. Her sense of smell also became very sensitive, and she could smell odors that ordinary humans could not.
With such skills, she became a super detective and solved many complicated cases.
Familiar writing style, familiar imagination, no one knows oneself better than oneself. Jian Jing is sure that White Cat is her own work, and even she in another world has written this story.
But she was in junior high school at the time, and her parents didn't want her to be distracted by writing these things, so she gave up.
Fate forked here. The girl in the other world did not give up, but finished writing the story, polished it and submitted it to a publishing house.
The publishing house recognized the article and accepted it.
A new generation of stars is rising.
Of course, the success here is not only due to Jian Jing's personal reasons, but is also closely related to the different development contexts of the two worlds.
But no matter what, Jian Jing can be sure that White Cat is her own work, and the ghostwriting is fabricated out of thin air.
This is a tragedy.
Unfortunately, it has already happened and there is no point in saying anything.
Jian Jing adjusted her depressed mood in time and began to think about another important thing.
What's with that system that's ringing in my head
[Hello, host, welcome to use this system. The system defaults to intelligent mode, just concentrate and turn it on]
[The emergency task has been completed, please claim the reward as soon as possible]
The intelligent system is indeed smart. It does what it says. It is neither cute nor aloof, and is very friendly to newbies.
Jian Jing pondered for a moment and tried to convey the message: "Where are you from, why did you choose me, what is the price of binding you, can you be unbound?"
[After testing, the host's ability to survive in this world is relatively weak. This system will provide guidance to the host and help the host have a healthy life.]
[There is no cost to bind the system. When the system detects that the host has the ability to live independently, it will automatically unbind.]
Jian Jing couldn't help wondering: "I have healthy limbs and a normal mind, so why can't I live independently?"
[The system is under review, and the system detection is correct.]
[The urgent task has been completed, please claim the reward as soon as possible.]
Jian Jing thought about it and followed its meaning: "Receive the reward."
The settlement panel popped up in my mind.
[Emergency Mission: Escape from the Suicide Room (Completed)]
[Task Reward: 10 points of courage, 50% additional bonus for novice missions, 10*1.5=15 points]
[Note: Courage can be used to draw cards (normal), consuming 5 points each time]
[Do you want to start drawing cards?]
The card drawing system... Will it cost krypton gold later? Jian Jing instinctively wanted to wash her hands, but she held back.
She was still on IV drip, so it was better not to bother her: "Yes."
[Card drawing in progress]