Dong Yongyuan took the good dream doll, naturally not to have a good dream. The night he got the Good Dream Doll, he had the doll sent to his master, Xu Ji, the elder of the Maritime Association.
Master Xu studied all night and found nothing unusual.
"Apart from the role of this doll to help sleep and calm the mind, there is nothing weird about it." Master Xu said in the video call.
"Does the master know which faction Wu Miaomiao belongs to?" Dong Yongyuan asked.
"I can't tell." Master Xu shook his head, "But there must be a unique secret to having such a powerful soothing effect with just a little spiritual power."
People in their mysterious sect can draw and write spells to some extent. Among them, spells to calm the mind are often drawn, but the effect is not as good as this good dream doll. It's just that the spiritual power of this doll is too low. I want to come to the maker of this doll. Although the method is unique, the spiritual power should not be high.
"Master, didn't you say that nightmares are evil in the eyes of our Xuanmen people? Then why is Wu Miaomiao with our boss, and it seems that he is still our boss's fiancee." Dong Yongyuan said.
"According to what you said, it must be because this girl named Wu Miaomiao is not very talented in mysticism. Maybe she just learned this doll-making skill from her parents." At the other end of the video, a young man wearing a long gray coat Appearing in the video, he said to Dong Yongyuan, "Fifth Junior Brother, you were sent to monitor Nightmare because you were not very talented in mysticism and not sensitive enough to the hostility around Nightmare. She is probably the same as you. In this case, the slow-witted can't perceive the threat."
Dong Yongyuan's face was ugly, but he didn't have a good attack: "Second Senior Brother."
The man who suddenly appeared in the video was his second senior brother Xu Wei.
"Xu Wei." Master Xu frowned displeased when he heard what his second disciple said.
"Master, I have removed the evil spirits."
Dong Yongyuan heard the sound of the door opening from the other end of the phone, thinking that the second senior brother had left to eliminate evil.
"Master, is there a lot of evil in the sea market recently?" Dong Yongyuan worried.
"It's not too bad, but people in the sea market are panicking recently, and many evil things in the dark are about to move." Master Xu said.
"Is it caused by the liver digger, master, can the people from our association help catch this liver digger?" Xuanmen magic has a function that cannot be explained by science. If the association is really willing to help, maybe it can help the police catch it as soon as possible. This liver digger.
"The association has investigated, and there is no evil atmosphere in the residence of the victims. The liver digger is a mortal, and our association cannot interfere." Master Xu said.
Xuanmen magic can not interfere with mortal affairs, this is an iron law.
After listening to Dong Yongyuan, he didn't know whether to be happy that there was no evil, or to be sad about the ferocity of an ordinary human being.
Three days later, the liver digger never appeared again. Except that the police occasionally asked Bei Fan for some details, the studio returned to its former calm, as if the liver digger incident had never happened.
Wu Miaomiao accompanies Ji Lang to work every day. Although he spends most of his time reading novels in the reading area, he occasionally goes out for a stroll and buys small things.
"Dongzi, are you going to give the boss a contract later?" Bei Fan came over and asked.
"Yes what's the matter?"
"Help me bring the script, please." Bei Fan folded his hands together as a plea for help.
"You were scolded again?" Dong Yongyuan took over the script with a smile.
"The director of this show has a lot of demands, and I have recently changed my vomiting." Bei Fan complained.
"Why don't you vomit when you give out bonuses?"
"When the bonus is issued, I will treat you to a feast."
"It's almost the same, I'll help you beat the thunder in vain." Dong Yongyuan took the script handed over by Shang Beifan, went upstairs with the contract he wanted to sign, knocked on the door and entered the office.
Ji Lang took a look at the contract and signed it when he saw that there were no major problems.
"By the way, the Nougat editor just found me." Dong Yongyuan took back the signed contract.
"What is he looking for from you?" Nougat was Ji Lang's editor in charge of his column when the website was serialized.
"He asked you when the new book will be published." Dong Yongyuan said.
"Have I rested for a long time?" Ji Lang frowned, it took less than two months for his last book to finish.
When it first started to be serialized on the Internet, Ji Lang opened one book after another, and he did not stop for almost a whole year. Later, he gradually became able to control himself, and his psychological endurance became much stronger, so he was less afraid. Now that he writes stories again, it is not to vent the depression in his heart, but as a job and a habit.
"Not really, it's just that the reward for your column is almost 700,000, so the editor of Nougat came to ask you what you mean." Dong Yongyuan said, "He said that if you open an article at this time, your new article will be published. will be very popular.”
"A reward of 700,000?" Ji Lang frowned, "Why are there so many rewards all of a sudden?"
"I want you to write an article, why don't you go backstage and read the readers' messages?" Dong Yongyuan suggested.
"Okay, I see." Ji Lang thought about it and asked again, "Where is Miao Miao, is it downstairs?"
"The proprietress has gone out. There is an Internet celebrity cake shop on Sesame Oil Road. The proprietress heard from Analysys and went to buy a cake." Dong Yongyuan said.
Ji Lang nodded, indicating that he knew.
Dong Yongyuan waited for a while, saw that Ji Lang didn't speak any more, and went out with the signed contract. Ji Lang took advantage of the situation to open the background of the website and checked his column.
As soon as the author's backstage is turned on, all kinds of dazzling fireworks will blow up the screen. This is a reward mode set by the website. Once the reader has invested enough money and reaches a certain amount, the author's backstage will be in full bloom like Disney fireworks. , a visual reward.
This function can't be turned off, but fortunately he writes horror and reasoning novels, readers of this type are more rational, and he never hints readers to reward in the text, so this fireworks function has never been in his background. appeared.
After the fireworks were finished, Ji Lang pulled directly to the income column. He didn't look at the previous series of subscription income, and his eyes fell on the column reward income.
Seven hundred and eighty-nine thousand one hundred and fifty-six.
In addition to half of the website, it has more than 1.5 million.
Why are there so many rewards all of a sudden
Ji Lang continued to open the comment area and read the readers' messages.
[Zihe is big, when will a new article be opened.] Drop ten yuan.
[Zihe Da usually has to rest for two or three months before opening a new article.] Drop twenty dollars.
[Does Zihe know about the liver diggers in the sea market recently? The big crime novel is so well written, can you reason about the psychology of digging the liver demon?] Drop a hundred.
[This liver digger scares people to death. My cousin's daughter's classmate's colleague is the victim. The girl has just graduated from college, and she is very pitiful. It would be great if you could analyze and analyze the liver-digging demon.] Drop a hundred.
[I have written a lot of criminal investigation cases, and I must have learned criminal psychology. Why don't I write about the next one, and help the police analyze and analyze it.] Drop a thousand.
[The next book will write about Digging the Liver Devil.] Drop a thousand.
[The next book will write about Digging the Liver Devil.] Drop a hundred.
…
After that, there were tens of thousands of messages, all of which were similar. Some of them spent money, some didn't, but they couldn't stand the crowd. In the end, more than one million was spent.
"Di Di!"
Hearing the sound, Ji Lang looked down and saw that the editor Nougat contacted him through the background.
Nougat: [Master Zihe, are you online? ╰(*°▽°*)╯]”
Zihe: [What happened to those messages?]
Those messages were taken to the rhythm at first glance, otherwise there would be thousands of people leaving messages together.
Nougat: [Just a few days ago, someone in the reader group was discussing this case of poaching the liver. You also know that your book friends are all reasoning enthusiasts, and they analyze the latest cases in the group when they have nothing to do. Later, a book friend accidentally said that you seemed to be from the sea, and then the book friends wondered if you were also reasoning about the case. Then they will spontaneously go to your column to leave a message.]
Zihe: [There are not so many people then.]
Nougat: [In the beginning, there were not many people, but isn't this case of digging liver demons quite a big deal? Then forums, post bars, and Zhihu are all discussing, and finally more and more people follow the trend.]
Zihe: [… ]
Nougat: [Although you have always been quite low-key, each of your books is of high quality, and you can hardly find any loopholes. You may not know it yourself, but you are actually very famous in the field of reasoning.]
How tall is it, he doesn't need it.
Nougat: [Great God, are you open?]
Zihe: [Not open. You make an announcement and return all the rewards to the readers.]
After speaking, without waiting for Nougat's reply, Ji Lang directly closed the backstage. Writing a book doesn't mean opening a restaurant, and you can't even order food. Moreover, Huo Mingzhi just asked himself, but he didn't agree. How could he change his mind for hundreds of thousands of dollars at this time.
At the entrance of the Internet celebrity shop on Sesame Oil Road, Wu Miaomiao stood in line for an hour and finally bought a sweet and delicious ice cream cake. She bought a total of six copies and planned to go back to the studio to eat with others.
Before going back, Wu Miaomiao went to the next convenience store and bought a bottle of ice water. She queued under the sun for an hour, her thirsty throat was smoking, and after paying, she took ice water and filled it up on the road.
"Ah, come back to life." After drinking half a bottle, Wu Miaomiao sighed comfortably.
There are few pedestrians on the road on a hot day. The girl has black hair and black eyes, smiling in the sun, and her eyes are full of brilliance, which makes people feel a lot cooler when they see it.
"Little sister, this is your cake." A melodious bass sounded beside Wu Miaomiao's ears.
Wu Miaomiao turned around and saw a young man with a sun hat and sunglasses who couldn't see his face pointing at the counter, which was the cake she just put down while buying water: "It's mine, I almost forgot, I was in line It took a long time to buy it."
"The Internet celebrity cake next door?" The young man clearly recognized this cake.
"right."
"Is it tasty?"
"I haven't eaten it yet, I plan to take it back and eat it again." Wu Miaomiao said, "But it looks delicious."
"My girlfriend also likes to eat this ice cream cake, so I came here to buy it. But the clerk said just now that there are only 30 servings left, so even if I line up, it won't be my turn." The young man smiled bitterly, "Little boy. Sister, you bought so many copies, can you share one for me? Today is my girlfriend's birthday, and she likes this cake."
"Okay." Wu Miaomiao thought about it and decided to give the young man a share. Although she can't eat one less today, Ji Lang's studio is near here, so she will buy it again tomorrow.
"Give it to you." Wu Miaomiao distributed a cake to the young man, "Hurry up and take it back. I didn't ask the clerk to put a lot of dry ice when packing it because it was so close."
"Thank you." The young man took it solemnly, "How much?"
"You're welcome, it's my birthday present to your girlfriend." Wu Miaomiao waved her hand with a smile.
The young man was stunned, and stared at Wu Miaomiao's slightly curved big eyes: "Your eyes are so beautiful."
"What?" Wu Miaomiao didn't hear clearly.
"It's nothing, I said thank you." The young man picked up the cake and smiled, "Then I'll go to the store and ask for some more dry ice. My house is quite far away, so it can't be melted."
"Well, let's go, I'm going back too, bye." After saying hello, Wu Miaomiao walked back happily with the cake in one hand and the unfinished water in the other.
The young man stared at Wu Miaomiao's back for a long time, until Wu Miaomiao's figure disappeared at the intersection, he regained his senses, and then left with the cake.