Thriller Paradise Chapter 64:

Feng Bujue opened his eyes and saw the faint, soft light inside the game cabin. Because he went to bed early, woke up, and went to sleep in the previous day and a half, the biological clock that he had built up from sleeping at four in the morning to waking up at noon was disrupted.

　　 At 2:30 in the morning, he disconnected his nerves and came out of the game cabin, suddenly wanting to write something.

　　 opened the hatch, and as soon as he stepped out, he stepped on a sticky, soft stuff...

　　 At this time, the room was very dark. He didn't wear slippers, only socks. In a very short moment, he made a very correct conclusion: "This is not cat shit..." He lowered his head: " What can give him back!"

　　 Twenty minutes later, he cleaned the floor, washed off his socks, and sat on the computer chair, staring at Ass who was lying on the table casually.

　　 These days, people pay attention to private space, so the soundproofing effect in the building is very good. Otherwise, like Feng Bujue, he yelled at midnight, turned on the washing machine, and mopped the floor. Neighbors would call the door long ago. coming.

　　 Arthas's eyes glowed green in the dark, and I was a little cautious after watching it for a long time. Feng Bujue stared at it for a while, then sighed: "I will pack you tomorrow."

　　 He blasted the cat off the table and turned on the computer to start coding. This month's "Second-rate Detective and Cat" doesn't even know where the draft is. It just happens to be inspired at the moment, so hurry up and write more.

　　Feng Bujue was quite entangled in the matter of derivatives. "If the existence of a certain life itself is a mistake, then what is the meaning of it after it came into this world?" This question lingered in his heart. .

　　 When he can't get the answer, he will write the question in the work. It's not for the reader to answer him, he also knows that some things are unanswered, he just wants more people to think about it.

　　 To put it simply, Feng Bujue’s behavior is...when his own entanglement cannot be released, he transforms one’s entanglement into a group of people’s entanglement, and finally achieves the effect that everyone is entangled. Kind of higher realm.

　　 Of course, it’s impossible for Feng Bujue to write down directly what he experienced and the settings in the game. He had to reimagine a plot to show the story of the derivative in a different way, turning it into "Second-rate A story in "Detective and Cat".

　　 When focusing on something, time always flies quickly. When he pulled away from the story and found that it was already bright, this month's serialized manuscript was also settled. In these five or six hours, of course, Feng Bujue couldn't finish the manuscript. He was just weaving a framework. This was the most thought-consuming step. After completing this step, the rest is relatively simple. Fill in the content in the frame and it becomes a draft, and then revise it. If it goes well, it will be finished after revision. As for proofreading, just throw it to the editor of the magazine, but Feng Bujue's manuscript generally has nothing to proofread. , He is still a person who pays more attention to quality and details.

　　 This is a Sunday, and the weather is pretty good. As far as Feng Bujue knew, every Sunday, Wang Tanzhi would go to the kindergarten to help out as a social worker. In Feng Bujue’s original words, “Play with your peers for half a day.”

　　Feng Bujue's attitude towards charity activities is relatively cold. Compared with five-good young people like Xiaotan, if he participates in similar work...to put it mildly, it is "a bit contrary to peace"; to put it bluntly A little whiter will scare (or spoil) children.

　　 Speaking of Feng Bujue, the policemen at the police station know him. Brother Jue is a legendary figure... What kind of hospital morgue is missing a corpse? Which dog gave birth to one? Cats, children of any other family can suddenly explode light bulbs with their minds, crop circles, meteorite fragments and so on... If someone seriously reports a case and reacts to a similar situation, it's okay to find Feng. Anyway, this matter was either done by him or related to him. If it really doesn't matter, you can ask him to be a consultant.

　　Feng Bujue felt that there was nothing wrong with it. People like him who don’t like to ask are often very helpful. It is better to say that he is enjoying a feeling of being “needed” rather than to help others. Simply put, he likes others to ask. he. Moreover, his psychology has nothing to do with the sense of social mission, it is entirely the result of interest.

　　 Anyway, this Sunday will be another free day for Feng Bujue. He only slept for two and a half hours last night, and he was still in a state of "dreaming" during the game, and then he got up again. The code word tossed until dawn, and he was really tired at this time, and he yawned and went back to bed to sleep to death.

　　 woke up and looked at the clock, it was exactly twelve o'clock at noon.

　　Feng Bujue watched alertly this time to see if there were any new "landmines" buried by Assas by the bed. Fortunately, there weren't any, but when he came to the living room, he still saw a bunch of...

　　As a person who has had experience in raising cats, he naturally has a way. First, he pulls Asas to the side of his masterpiece, puts the cat’s face in his hands and ravages it~IndoMTL.com~ Then use a tissue Pick up the thing, put it in the sand table, and then pull Asas to the side of the sand table, pat it on the head, and let it recognize the place.

　　Feng Bujue tried to train pets to use toilets in this way when he was a child, but ended in failure. It turns out that the stuff was not designed for cats, and they would fall if you carelessly. The next thing is unthinkable. ...

　　 When he finished cleaning up the dirty stuff, he went to cook noodles for himself. After buying breakfast yesterday, he didn't even have any change left. Feng Bujue is now truly "penniless". Fortunately, I rubbed the two meals of Lord Bao and Xiao Tan before, which was a little bit of oil and water in my stomach. For the next nine days, until the manuscript fee is collected in the middle of the month, if there is no chance to eat, he will have to strictly follow the pre-calculated ration and eat the noodles in clear soup.

　　 "Meow..." Assas looked at Feng Bujue, who was cooking, he seemed to think that he was doing something good and wanted to get some light.

　　Feng Bujue lowered his head and glanced at it: "Your cat food is more flavorful than this."

　　 Assas seemed to understand, he turned his head and left the trigger, and fell asleep on the sofa.

　　 More than ten minutes later, Feng Bujue brought his self-made Yangchun noodles to the computer, turned on the monitor, and logged into the game forum of Thrillerland. I don't know when, he has developed a habit of watching something when eating, or just chatting with others, otherwise there will be a feeling of wasting his life.

　　 He just sucked a piece of chopsticks noodles into his mouth, his gaze just moved to the screen, and the line at the top of the forum almost didn't make him spray the noodles.

　　"Because the number of full-level players has exceeded 10% of the total number of players in the closed beta, the server has been shut down, we will complete the full upgrade within 48 hours and open the official public beta version, so stay tuned."