It was a dusty book that no one had ever opened.
It is a story that is unknown to the world and has never seen the light of day.
Then, on a damp, dark, rainy night, it was thrown on the side of the road, slowly submerged and rotted in the mud of the sewer, and along with the mottled bloodstains on the pages, gradually melted away on a warm spring day.
Just as a successful person should not die in mediocrity, a blind person should not die under the scorching sun.
The author of this book is unknown, and the ending is unknown.
Just like most people go through life without getting results.
That's all.
——Excerpt from "Bright Day".
It's already getting hot in July, but there are always constant traffic and crowds of people around business districts and office buildings, and they haven't retreated in the slightest because of the scorching temperature.
Editor-in-Chief Lin was sorting out the discarded manuscripts in his office. He was about fifty years old, with a fat belly, and it was inevitable that he was a little overwhelmed by the physical work of carrying things. Even though the air conditioner was on, he was still sweating from exhaustion.
This was originally a medium-sized online literature company, but due to some reasons, it is now on the verge of bankruptcy. Editor-in-Chief Lin dismissed most of the employees, leaving only one assistant, and planned to clean up the place and close it down as soon as possible.
The assistant didn't want to change jobs. He put a box of photocopied materials weighing dozens of kilograms on the ground, panting. Then he sat on it, lifted the hem of his clothes to fan himself and said, "Editor-in-chief, are you really going to close the shop? If it doesn't work, recruit some new authors and collect a few potential manuscripts. Maybe we can still make ends meet."
"Bullshit!" Editor-in-Chief Lin was originally a very literary man, but now he swore rarely. "Look who dares to submit manuscripts to me now. They all say that I have a tough life! I am unlucky for writers! Whoever submits manuscripts to me will die! Who has nothing better to do than to gamble with his life?"
The assistant stammered and laughed awkwardly: "That was all their malicious slander against you, although... although this is indeed a bit of a coincidence..."
Editor-in-Chief Lin was also very successful in his time, with many great authors under him. But for some reason, those authors seemed to be cursed and suddenly died one after another in mysterious circumstances.
It would be fine if one or two died, but when so many of them died in succession, no one would believe it if you told them about it.
The assistant sighed, remembering something, "Teacher Jiang is on vacation abroad and hasn't been writing articles recently. Teacher Sang went on a sea trip some time ago and accidentally drowned."
He actually wanted to say that he was killed, but he didn't dare to say anything.
Editor-in-Chief Lin glared at him when he heard this: "How do you know he drowned? What if he died on his own?!"
The assistant agreed reluctantly: "It's... it's not impossible. After all, Teacher Sang is quite a playboy..."
While they were talking, there was a slight knock on the door. Editor Lin looked up subconsciously, and saw a furry head suddenly poking out of the glass door. It asked shyly, "Excuse me, are you hiring?"
In his hand he held a crumpled recruitment notice that looked like it had been scraped off a wall or a telephone pole.
Editor-in-Chief Lin then remembered that he was too busy to sort out too many manuscripts some time ago, so he posted a recruitment notice outside looking for a clerk and forgot to tear it down.
He stood up, patted his head, and perfunctorily refused: "Sorry, we are closed here and are not hiring employees."
"Ah? It's closed?"
The man outside the glass door finally showed up after hearing this. He stood outside the door, scratching his hair in bewilderment. He never expected that he would hit a wall on his first day as a human being and just as he was looking for a job: "Are you really not hiring any more employees?"
He remembered that when he first bound to the first host, the company was still at its peak and business was booming.
Editor Lin was about to say he would not hire any more people, but his assistant suddenly tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Editor, there are a lot of manuscripts waiting to be screened in the warehouse. How about hiring a temporary worker first and then we can talk about it after this busy period."
Although their company closed down, they still had a backlog of old manuscripts. Some of them had to be returned to their original places, but they couldn't be sold as scrap. It was really not enough to rely on only two people -
Editor-in-Chief Lin especially doesn't like to work overtime and goes to the park to dance square dance every night.
Editor Lin thought about it and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He looked up at the applicant in front of him and looked him up and down. He saw that he was a young man with black hair that was slightly naturally curly. He looked very clean with a smile on his face. There was a small dimple on his right cheek. He was tall and handsome, and he was a very popular handsome guy.
Editor Lin thought to himself that since he was so handsome, it would be great for him to join the entertainment industry. Why did he come here to apply for a job? "Let me make it clear first. We are only looking for temporary workers here. It will take two months. Do you want to do it?"
Upon hearing this, the young man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, looking quite happy: "Go, go, go!"
Editor Lin thought that he was a young man who had not experienced much in the world. He did not even ask about the salary before he started working. He took out the USB drive from his jacket pocket, sat down at the computer desk and started editing the contract: "Okay, come in and fill out the form first. What's your name? How old are you? Education?"
The young man was sitting across the table. When he heard him asking about his identity information, he grabbed his hair and thought hard before answering, "My name is Xiao Jin Gang."
"What?" Editor Lin paused typing on the keyboard, suspecting that he had misheard. "What was your name?"
Seeing his expression, the young man couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He stammered and lowered his head, his fair ears turning red. Finally, he whispered three words: "My name is Xiao Jin Gang..."
Isn’t this name a bit strange in the human world
Editor-in-Chief Lin is old and hard of hearing. He held his glasses and frowned as he asked, "Xiao Jinang? Are those the words?"
He turned the computer around and showed it to the other party.
The young man stared at the words on the computer, frowned and fell into deep thought.
Three seconds later...
"Yes, that's right, my name is Xiao Jinang."
The young man happily swung his feet under the table after saying this, resisting the urge to spin around. He felt that this name sounded much better than Little King Kong.
Editor Lin didn't think much about it and skillfully typed out a part-time contract: "As you can see, we are about to go bankrupt. We can't offer you a very high salary per month, 3,500 yuan, not including food and accommodation. You just need to sit there and sift through information every day."
Xiao Jin Gang… Oh no, now I should call him Xiao Jin Ang. He nodded and was unexpectedly easy to talk to: “No problem, no problem.”
Editor Lin saw this and felt sorry for him: "Forget it, since you are young, I will pay for your lunch at the company from now on. Here is the draft contract, take a look and see if there are any problems. If there are no problems, sign it. By the way, print out your ID card for me."
ID card
Xiao Jinang knew about this thing, and it seemed that everyone in the human world had one. He was wearing a white hoodie today, and when he heard this, he lowered his head and pretended to search in his pocket, then used his energy in a place where no one could see, and quietly conjured up an ID card.
Xiao Jinang handed it to the editor-in-chief with both hands and smiled: "Hello, this is my ID card."
It was just a temporary job anyway, so Chief Editor Lin didn't ask too many questions. He just typed out two contracts and finalized the job. Then he pointed to the pile of scattered materials in the corner and said, "See? First, sort the pile of papers according to the author's name, and then return them to the original address."
He added, "You are not allowed to leave work until the work is finished."
Upon hearing this, the assistant looked at Xiao Jinang with a hint of sympathy: Editor Lin is again exploiting the junior employees. There is so much information, you can't leave until dark.
Without giving it much thought, Xiao Jinang immediately sat down at the table and began to sift through the piles of documents, looking diligent and serious. Editor-in-Chief Lin stared at them for a moment, then turned and went into the private office next door.
Are you kidding? You have already hired a temporary worker, why do you have to do it yourself? It’s more important to get some sleep.
The assistant had to go and refund the rent for the office, so he said hello to Xiao Jinang and went downstairs, leaving him alone sitting in the office area.
Xiao Jinang secretly looked up and found Editor Lin lying inside and sleeping. A white light flashed at his fingertips. He put his index fingers against his temples and began to enter the document data with his eyes closed.
Ding! Started reading data... Reading completed.
Start Classification
Categorizing...
Fortunately, the surveillance camera in the office was broken, otherwise Chief Editor Lin would have had a heart attack when he woke up and saw the pile of papers flying all over the floor. Xiao Jinang used his energy to cheat and quickly sorted out the pile of documents, categorizing them and placing them neatly.
So what to do next
Xiao Jinang scratched his head, and suddenly remembered his mission objective this time. He turned on the light screen, and saw a short text data written on it:
Selected Works: Daylight
Save the Villain Target: Daylight
Author's name: Unknown
Ending information: Sorry, the data is missing and cannot be read.
According to the normal process, Xiao Jinang should now find the author of the book "Daylight", appear at the time and space node when the other party is on the verge of death, and bind the other party to save the villain.
However, given that all the hosts he had bound to before did not choose to return to the real world, the energy reward obtained after the mission was successfully completed was greatly reduced. Xiao Jinang now has insufficient energy left to resurrect anyone, not to mention that the identity of the author of this book is unknown.
Xiao Jinang had no choice but to turn into a human, roll up his sleeves and do the task himself. However, he was a novice after all, with little experience. Thinking of this year's performance indicators, he lay on the table and thought for a while, and finally used the little energy he had left to recruit a group of authors.
So at the same time, in different time and space, all the hosts who had been bound by Xiao Jin Gang suddenly saw a group joining notification pop up in front of them—
Ding! The system Little King Kong has sent you an invitation to join the group. Do you want to accept it
Authors: “…???”
Because of the distance in time and space, the message was inevitably delayed when it was transmitted. Xiao Jinang waited for a long time, and seeing that the number of group members was still loading, he temporarily closed the chat box.
He tilted his head to look out the window. The clouds had gradually darkened and the haze was approaching, which seemed to be a sign of rain. Editor-in-Chief Lin was still sleeping in the office, snoring loudly.
Xiao Jinang finished the work at hand and wanted to talk to him, but when he saw him sleeping, he gave up the idea. He quietly packed up his things, closed the door and left the office building.
While he is learning how to survive in the human world, it is time for him to look for the villain target who is waiting for him to save.
A blind... poor old man