Although Xiao Jinang is an intelligent system and does not need to rest, in order to save energy, it will occasionally enter a dormant state. As early as when he first transformed into a human, he adjusted his biological clock to the same schedule as humans.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, he ate a mint candy. The cool taste was a bit too refreshing, and he felt quite wonderful. But he decided to follow a healthy sleep schedule and closed his eyes to get ready for sleep.
Although it’s not good to eat sweets at night, he’s not really human, so he shouldn’t have bad teeth
Editor Lin sometimes stays up late reviewing manuscripts, so the company has a spare lounge. It rained last night, so he didn't go home and stayed at the company directly. Early the next morning, he stumbled out of bed and was about to go to the bathroom to wash his face when he heard a knock on the door.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"
"Come on, come on, who's here so early in the morning?"
Editor Lin, with his messy hair, fumbled to put on his glasses, checked the time on his mobile phone, and found that it was only six o'clock. He thought about some lunatic knocking on the door so early in the morning. However, when I stepped on my slippers and walked to the door, I saw that it was the new employee I hired yesterday.
Xiao Jinang was still wearing a black and white contrasting sportswear, and he habitually wore a jacket outside. When he stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, he was greeted by a youthful and handsome look. When he smiles, there is a small dimple on the side of his face, which is clean and bright.
"Good morning, boss~"
He raised his hand to say hello, smiling like a lucky cat.
Bian Lin was stunned for a moment when he saw this. He was confused in the morning and stumbled before remembering Xiao Jinang's name: "Xiao... Xiao Jinang, right? Why are you here so early?"
Xiao Jinang blinked blankly when he heard this: "Go to work."
Otherwise, why else would you be here, travel
Editor Lin was choked for a moment by his matter-of-fact tone. He thought to himself that the sun was really shining in the west today. Are there such hard-working employees these days
As someone who is woken up early in the morning, Editor Lin would think that Xiao Jinang is sick.
But as a company boss, he feels that Xiao Jinang is really a role model among working dogs. Such employees are rare nowadays, fewer than giant pandas. Nothing can dampen his enthusiasm!
Editor Lin patted Xiao Jinang's shoulder and gave him a thumbs up: "Well done, the company is in need of hard-working talents like you. Work hard and I'll give you a salary increase later!"
He drew a large piece of cake for Xiao Jinang as breakfast to satisfy his hunger, and then turned around and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Although Xiao Jinang didn't understand what Editor Lin was saying, he could hear the words "salary increase" clearly. He was sitting at the computer desk, feeling so happy that he took out his mobile phone to open the group chat. I was preparing to "show off" in a low-key yet modest manner, but suddenly I found that the group was blown up.
That's right, it exploded.
Of course, no one quarreled. It was just that Shen Liang suddenly went crazy early in the morning. He was desperately trying to kill Xiao Jinang in the group, and then sent a series of messages and emoticons. The message went straight to 99+.
Shen Liang: Damn it! Little King Kong! I finally finished reading that novel! !
Shen Liang: As a host that you have been with... oh no, bound to, I sincerely send you a message, run! !
Shen Liang: High building, hold up the sign, run quickly jpg
Shen Liang: You can't control this kind of villain! Hear me and run!
Xiao Jinang worked hard for a long time before finally finishing the message, and then slowly typed a series of question marks:? ?
Did something happen yesterday that he doesn't remember
Shen Liang replied in seconds: Have you finished reading the novel? Have you finished reading? How many have you watched
Xiao Jinang counted on his hands: little by little, I just finished reading the beginning.
Shen Liang had a genuine expression on his face: I knew you hadn't finished reading.
Shen Liang once thought that "Tomorrow" was a bloody novel, but after reading it, he realized that was not the case. It was clearly a dark thriller novel! !
Shen Liang tried to use his poor language organization skills to summarize the plot: The villain is very dangerous and has an antisocial personality... Of course, it is not clearly stated in the article, it is my own analysis. He is blind. He may have been suppressed for too long, causing a psychological imbalance. The farther you hide, the better.
Xiao Jinang still slowly asked a question: Why
Shen Liang wanted to hit him: This matter is very complicated to talk about, and it can't be summarized in a few words!
Before he finished typing, the number of people online in the group suddenly changed quietly, and then a message suddenly popped up. The sender was... Chu Xinian.
Chu Xinian: I fell in love with a scumbag in the late Ming Dynasty. He disliked his blindness, so he defrauded Guang Zhou of his money, so he found a new love and broke up with him.
He was as rigorous as ever and summarized the entire plot in a few words.
When Shen Liang saw this, his face felt burning pain, as if he had been beaten and swollen. Look, look, who is this? Isn’t this Chu Xi Nian, the great Chu author who likes to write about smelly foot-binding cloths
Shen Liang secretly raised his middle finger and said in a strange tone: Oh, you are online too.
Chu Xinian smiled slightly: I didn't want to go online originally, but I didn't want to see you mislead others, so I came up anyway.
The shameless scum of the Internet literature world, who else can be despised. Shen Liang hadn't had time to settle the score for randomly changing the plot of his novel, but he didn't expect that the enemy would meet again on a narrow road.
While they were chatting, there was one more person online, and it was Tang Yan who was on the Zerg alien planet. He was a little confused as to why there were so many authors in the group, so he dug through the chat history and finally figured out the reason.
Tang Yan: Have you all been bound by the system?
To be honest, he was a little surprised. His circle of friends died one after another. The chance was lower than winning the lottery, right
Chu Xinian suddenly remembered that he had recommended Xiao Jingang to bind Tang Yan, and he suddenly became as quiet as a chicken, hoping that the other party would never notice him. However, Tang Yan came to him and asked about the follow-up plot: So what happened to that scumbag in the end
Seeing that his focus was elsewhere, Chu Xinian couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said concisely: "I will be killed tomorrow."
Shen Liang sent an emoticon: shivering.
Tang Yan's temper remained unchanged and he only said four words: Well done.
#scumbagmanmustdie#
Xiao Jinang saw them chatting enthusiastically and thought, will someone actually kill someone tomorrow? He couldn't help being a little surprised. He directly opened the novel on his mobile phone, then skipped the middle part and pulled the progress bar to the end. A paragraph of text came into view:
It rained that night, it was dark and cold...
Thunderstorms are prone to power outages. The security guards downstairs wore raincoats and went upstairs to tell residents door to door that the lines were being repaired. He wore heavy rain boots that made a dull sound with every step he took, leaving a wet trail that was as wet as the living room floor.
I didn't open the door.
The security guard did not continue to knock on the door.
Because it doesn't matter to a blind man whether there is a power outage or not.
I knelt in the living room and slowly wiped the wet blood on the floor with a towel. Suddenly I felt a little cold and sticky, as if an icy rain had drenched my whole body, and I couldn't help but tremble.
The tips of my fingers began to feel numb and I slowly stopped moving. Because I know that I can’t wipe it clean no matter what...
Suddenly, a hard and heavy breathing sounded in my ears, like a fish falling on the shore, like... a person who had his throat cut with a knife and was lying on the ground trying to get air...
help me…
help me…
Who is speaking
I groped on the ground, and then touched a body that was slightly hypothermic. I slowly lowered my head and approached the person. My nose was filled with the smell of blood, which was strong and thick.
He squeezed my hand tightly and could only breathe out, like a struggling dog, crying bitterly: Tomorrow... Save... Save me... I was wrong...
I shouldn't have defrauded you of your money... I shouldn't have defrauded your feelings... I'll give it back to you... Call an ambulance for me... Call an ambulance for me...
I didn't move, and slowly covered his neck with my hands. Under my hands was a steady stream of blood and uneven fresh wounds. I asked in confusion: Why should you give it back to me
I spoke calmly: If you like money, I will give it to you.
I suddenly didn't want to cover his wound. There was no reason. Maybe he talked too much. I opened my wallet, took out the banknotes or coins inside, and stuffed them into his mouth bit by bit, slowly and forcefully, although he might not be able to swallow them.
I am still calm, even gentle: If you like money, I will give it to you. It doesn’t matter. After all, I am a blind man. This is the only thing I can give you...
What a wonderful thing it is to die with the one you love. He shouldn't be afraid, he should be happy.
Gradually, he stopped struggling, the blood flowed away, and the wallet was empty. I had no choice but to pause and listen to the patter of rain outside.
So I knew that there would be no more sun today.
I should have known that I would not be able to climb to the shore, and those people would just step me deeper into the mud and strip me of the last thing I had left.
I am not a born monster, but from the moment I was born, it seemed that I was destined to live like a sinner, just like the white shirt on my body, which can never be washed clean after being stained with blood...
I found my diary from the drawer. I should write something, but I suddenly didn’t know what to write. The paper was full of holes and there were crimes everywhere.
I slowly walked to the window and pushed it open. The wind and rain poured in instantly, and soon made me soaked. Like a corpse, I slowly lost my temperature.
I'm covered in blood, both his and my own...
Xiao Jinang slowly slid back and found that the page had reached the end. Obviously, the paragraph just now was the ending of the novel. Although the ending seems hazy and unreal, like an unfinished story.
He probably didn't expect this to be the plot of the story, so he sat in his seat and was stunned for a moment.
There are constant messages in the group.
Shen Liang felt that Xiao Jingang, who was so silly and sweet, could not handle the perverted villain: Listen to me, run away, the further away the better.
Chu Xinian didn't think so: running away wouldn't solve the problem. If the plot had just begun to develop, he might have stopped it before it happened.
Chu Xinian even found the detailed information in the article and studied it word for word, very rigorously: Mingchen is a psychiatrist. According to the plot, he met the scumbag at work. In other words, that scumbag was once his patient. If the system wants to change the plot, it must prevent them from meeting each other.
Xiao Jinang thinks it makes sense: Then how should I prevent them from meeting
Shen Liang: Go to the mental hospital and stay there. Are you stupid
Xiao Jinang subconsciously glanced at the bathroom, where Bian Lin was brushing his teeth: But I still have to go to work.
Tang Yan stayed in the military infirmary for several months and saw many military women who pretended to be sick. He thought that this was not easy: you just ask for sick leave, say you are depressed, and then go to the psychological consultation room where the villain works to register. . I took this leave, and it was convenient for me to stay at home.
Editor Lin was humming a song and brushing his teeth in the bathroom. He was secretly proud that he had hired a silly boy to come to work at six o'clock in the morning. He didn't have to pay overtime pay. He earned it all by himself.
After rinsing his mouth, he was about to go to the breakfast restaurant downstairs to have a meal. When he turned around, he found Xiao Jinang standing at the door. He was startled, covered his heart and backed away: "What are you standing here for?"
Xiao Jinang looked serious: "Boss, I want to ask for leave."
Editor Lin once suspected that he was hearing hallucinations and couldn't help but feel a little weird: "Asking for leave? What kind of leave are you asking for? You just started working for one day and you are asking for leave?"
Xiao Jinang's eyes were filled with guilt and confusion: "I have a mental problem, so I want to take leave to see a psychiatrist."
"???A psychological problem?!"
Editor Lin's eyes went dark when he heard this, and he almost fainted while holding the door. His career was severely damaged. He finally found a temporary worker, but he still had psychological problems. He was so shocked that he stuttered when he spoke: "You, you, you... what's your psychological problem?"
Isn't he a perverted murderer or something like that? !
Xiao Jinang: "I don't know, so I have to see a doctor. I won't know until I see the doctor."
Editor Lin didn’t know who he heard saying before, a dog that bites doesn’t bark. Although it’s not appropriate to use it here, it probably means that. Xiao Jinang looks very sunny, smiling like a flower all day long, but he actually has a mental illness? ?
"That… "
Editor Lin didn’t know what to say for a moment.
"Then go quickly, cure... cure the disease and then come back."
Don't ask this silly boy for work-related injury compensation. He doesn't have any spare money.
When Xiao Jinang heard that he had granted leave, his eyes lit up: "Boss, you are so kind. I will come back right after I see the doctor. I will definitely not delay my work!"
After saying that, he immediately turned around and left the office. He looked impatient, not like going to a psychological consultation room, but more like going to pick up gold.
Xiao Jinang quickly found the mental hospital where he worked tomorrow based on the villain's location coordinates provided by the system. The location was not far away and happened to be near the office building. He took the elevator upstairs, and finally entered the psychology department. He carefully walked out of the elevator, only to find that it was quiet inside.
The receptionist at the front desk noticed Xiao Jinang and asked loudly: "Hello sir, do you need any help?"
She felt a little strange when she called out the word "sir", because Xiao Jinang looked very young, like a college student.
Xiao Jinang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then said: "Hello, I want to see a psychiatrist."
Receptionist: “Do you have an appointment?”
Xiao Jinang shook his head blankly: "No."
Receptionist: "If you want psychological counseling, you need to make an appointment in advance. You can make an appointment online or offline. Here is the registration details."
Xiao Jinang looked at the charge form in front of him and once again realized a terrible fact, that was him! without! money!
Xiao Jinang raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. He suddenly felt that it was really difficult for human beings to live. Everything cost money. He asked a little embarrassedly: "Um... Is the doctor here tomorrow? I suddenly remembered that I made an appointment online. His number."
"Doctor Ming, right? He seems to be on duty today. What is your phone number? I can check the appointment time for you."
The receptionist said that he had already turned on the computer and was preparing to check today's appointment list. Xiao Jinang was quite clever at some point. Upon seeing this, he quietly invaded the computer system, added his name and phone number, and then reported the number without changing his face.
The receptionist didn't find anything unusual. He scrolled the mouse slowly and found Xiao Jinang's name on it as expected: "Mr. Xiao, right? I saw that you made an appointment for psychological consultation at two o'clock in the afternoon. I gave the doctor's number, but there is still half a month left. Hours have just started, so you can sit in the lounge area for a while.”
Seeing that he had gotten through the test, Xiao Jinang suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes. The dimples on his cheeks were looming. He was handsome and polite: "Thank you~"
The receptionist was dazzled by the smile on his face for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. After all, in all her years of working, she had never seen anyone come to a place like the psychological consultation room with a smile on their face, and they didn't look like they had any psychological problems at all.
There is a rest area outside the psychological counselor, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, surrounded by many green plants, which looks very relaxing. Xiao Jinang found a place to sit on the single sofa and suddenly remembered that he had never seen a doctor. What should he say if he saw tomorrow
He thought for a moment, just to be on the safe side, and finally decided to seek help from his good friends in the group.
Xiao Jinang didn't pay attention to the group just now. He thought these people would chat about at least 99+ news, but in the end, there was only a record of the conversation that was neither embarrassing nor awkward.
Chu Xinian: Shen Liang, how were you bound to the system
Obviously, the clever Chu Xinian had realized something and began to inquire for information without leaving any trace.
Shen Liang didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at this time: I died suddenly, and then I was bound by him.
Chu Xinian: Do you know how I was bound
Shen Liang was about to say how could I know, but as he spoke, he suddenly remembered that he had cursed Chu Xinian at some point and recommended him to the system during a private chat, and suddenly felt a chill on his back. : Well... The signal here is not very good. Let’s talk later.
Tang Yan is also very curious about this question: To be honest, I also want to know why the system binds me.
There are so many authors who died in accidents in the world, why choose him
Chu Xinian calmly logged off: The signal here is not very good, we will talk later.
So Tang Yan was the only one left in the group.
Xiao Jinang poked him: I have already registered at the psychological consultation room, what should I say later (Diamond Nervous Emoticon)
Tang Yan said two words coolly: pretending to be sick.
Xiao Jinang: I don’t know how to qaq
Tang Yan: Pretending to be lovelorn, pretending to be frustrated in career, feeling very painful, and wanting to commit suicide.