Chapter 64

I opened my eyes and saw the weak and soft light inside the game cabin. Because of the night before, he went to bed early, woke up, and slept again, the biological clock he had established, which was from 4 a.m. to noon, was disturbed.

At 2:30 a.m., he disconnected his nerve and came out of the game cabin, suddenly wanting to write.

When he opened the hatch and stepped out a step, he stepped on a sticky and soft thing

At this time, the room was very dark, he did not wear slippers, only socks, in a very short moment, he made a very correct conclusion: "this is not cat shit..." He lowered his head and said, "what can I do for him?"

Twenty minutes later, he wiped the floor, washed his socks, sat on the computer chair, and looked at Arthas, who was lying on the table as if nothing had happened.

These days, people pay attention to private space, so the sound insulation effect in the building is very good. Otherwise, it's like a night long shouting, a washing machine and a floor mop. Neighbors have already called.

Arthas's eyes were all green in the dark, and he was a bit cautious after watching for a long time. Feng couldn't help but stare at it for a while and sighed, "I'll clean you up tomorrow."

He blew the cat off the table, turned on the computer and began to code. I don't know where the draft of this month's second rate detective and cat is. At the moment, I have inspiration, so I will hurry up to write more.

As for the derivatives, Feng was rather confused. "If the existence of a certain life is a mistake in itself, what is the meaning of it when it comes to this world?" The question haunted him.

When he can't get the answer, he will write the question into the work. It's not to let readers answer him. He also knows that there are some things that have no answers. He just wants more people to think.

Simply put, the act of being blind is When his own entanglement can not be relieved, turning a person's entanglement into a group of people's entanglement, and finally achieving the effect of everyone's entanglement, can be called a higher state of harming others but not benefiting himself.

Of course, it's impossible for Feng to write down his own experience and the settings in the game directly. He has to conceive a plot again, so that the story of the derivative can be displayed in another way, and become one of the stories in second rate detective and cat.

When he focuses on something, time passes quickly. When he pulls out of the story, he finds that the day is already bright, and this month's serial has been settled. In these five or six hours, of course, it's impossible for Feng to finish the whole manuscript. He is just knitting a framework, which is also the most brain consuming step. After finishing this step, the rest is relatively simple. Fill in the content in the frame, it will become a draft, and then revise it. If it goes well, it will become a draft. As for the proofreading work, just leave it to the editor of the magazine. However, there is generally no need to proofread the sealed manuscript. He still pays more attention to quality and detail.

It's a Sunday. The weather is pretty good. According to Feng, every Sunday, Wang sighs to work as a social worker in the kindergarten. In Feng's original words, "play with your peers for half a day."

Feng can't feel that his attitude towards public welfare activities is relatively cold. Compared with such five good young people as Xiaotan, if he participates in similar work To put it mildly, it's "a little disobedient"; to put it bluntly, it will frighten (or bring bad) children.

Speaking of Feng Bujue, the police at the local police station all know him. Jue Ge is a legendary figure It's like a hospital morgue without a body, a dog with a cat, a child with a mind that can suddenly blow out a light bulb, a crop circle, a meteorite fragment or something If someone seriously reports the case and responds to similar situations, it's probably right to find a cover. Anyway, either he did it or he had something to do with it. If it doesn't matter, you can ask him to be a consultant.

I don't think it's bad for me. People like him who don't love asking for help are often very helpful. He is not so much to help others, but to enjoy the feeling of "being needed". In short, he likes others to ask for him. And his psychology has nothing to do with his sense of social mission. It's all because of his interest.

In a word, this Sunday will be another day of leisure for Feng Bujue. He only slept for two and a half hours last night, and he still spent a "dream" like state in the game. Then he got up and began to code words until dawn. At this time, he was really tired. He yawned and went back to bed to sleep.

Wake up and look at the clock. It's exactly 12 noon.

Feng didn't realize that this time, he first looked at the bedside to see if there was a new "mine" that Arthas had planted. Fortunately, he didn't, but when he came to the living room, he saw a lump of

As a man who has ever had cat raising experience, he naturally has a way. First, he pulls Arthas to the edge of his masterpiece, holds the cat's face in his hands and ravages it. Then he picks up the lump of things with a paper towel, puts them in the sand table, and then pulls Arthas to the side of the sand table, taps its head, so that it can recognize the place.

I tried to train my pet to use the toilet in this way when I was a kid, but it ended up in failure. It turned out that it wasn't designed for cats. They would fall down if they didn't pay attention. The next thing is unimaginable

When he had cleaned up the mess, he went to cook noodles for himself. After buying breakfast yesterday, I didn't even have any change left. I don't realize that I'm really broke now. Fortunately, I had two meals with Mr. Bao and Xiaotan before, which was a bit of oil and water for my stomach. For the next nine days, until he received the contribution fee in the middle of the month, if he didn't have any chance to eat, he would have to strictly follow the pre calculated ration, and then he would have to eat noodles in clear soup.

"Meow..." ASAS looked at the seal that was cooking. He seemed to think that he was making something good and wanted to touch it.

Feng unconsciously glanced down at it and said, "your cat food tastes better than this."

As if he understood, Arthas turned away from the trigger and fell asleep on the sofa.

Ten minutes later, Feng unconsciously came to the computer with his homemade yangchunmian, turned on the monitor, and logged into the game forum of the thriller park. I don't know when, he developed a habit, when eating, he must see something, or just talk with others, otherwise he will have a sense of wasting his life.

He just sucked a chopstick of noodles into his mouth, and his eyes just moved to the screen. The line at the top of the forum almost didn't let him spray the noodles out.

"Because the number of full level players has exceeded 10% of the total number of internal test players, and the server has been shut down, we will complete the comprehensive upgrade within 48 hours, and open the official public test version, please wait."

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