November 13, 2013 came at 8 o'clock in the evening.

In the south of Xiao District, Hangzhou City, China, on the top floor of a six-story tube building located in an open old community, a roar like a ghost crying wolf suddenly sounded.

"Why, why is it always like this! Damn, shit! ”

The sound rippled through the balcony window, like a loudspeaker, to the surrounding buildings.

This is definitely a cry of despair, and I don't know who it is and what tragic things have happened.

It's a pity that in such an old community, there are everyone who lives, and there are people who make such strange noises at the end of three days, so the residents here have long been accustomed to it.

Families still close their doors and windows, indifferently and without the slightest care.

In today's society, it's good to be able to take care of yourself, and if you still take care of other people's affairs, it's better to go to the street and help the old man on the ground.

Of course, we still need to care about this man who has just vented his feelings.

Through the glass of the balcony of this house, a desk can be seen facing the balcony, and on the desk is a laptop computer with a white glow in the screen.

And on the soft chair in front of the computer, a man in his thirties leaned back on the back of the chair with an extremely ugly expression.

"Damn, why is this happening, is it really so ugly what I wrote!"

"Why is this always the case, but what else can I do?"

"Is my life supposed to be so tortuous? Why do others seem to be so good, but I finally can't achieve anything! ”

"Why, why should I be like this, why, am I really born poor?"

"I really want to jump from the upstairs, forget it, live again, or change to a good father! Alas, oh my God, when will I be rich! Damn, shit, shit! I don't want to do that anymore! Yes!!! ”

Zhu Linglu roared loudly again like crazy, until his throat was astringent, and he couldn't help coughing dryly.

Zhu Linglu is a homemaker who writes novels on the Internet, but unfortunately his novels have been hitting the streets, and he really doesn't know what to do.

Just now, he was hit again, and the editor told him that this new book was a pounce, and he might not even be able to comfort the shelves, so he finished the settlement early.

Although Zhu Linglu only responded to the editor very coldly on the Internet, I know, I will deal with something, but his heart was still greatly stimulated, this is really a heavy blow.

Zhu Linglu is now in his thirties, and he has already passed the age of his establishment, but he still has achieved nothing.

He pinned all his hopes on writing novels with codewords, hoping to break out of his career through codewords.

The doubts of his family, the departure of his girlfriend, everything, he endured everything, and always said to himself, he must be able to do it, the last book pounced, that is a lesson, this new book must work.

But the reality is hitting him again and again, this time it took half a year to prepare, and dozens of revisions before starting the last new book, when tens of thousands of words the website took the initiative to sign a contract, everything at the beginning made Zhu Linglu full of expectations.

But after sending hundreds of thousands of words, the grades got worse and worse, and the editor seemed to forget him, and he didn't give a recommendation for several months, but the result was naturally the same as ever.

Zhu Linglu had no choice but to ask his editor in charge for comfort and put it on the shelf, but he was politely refused, saying that it was not enough to collect, and this result really made him a little broken.

There is no website to recommend the natural collection is not enough, but the collection is low, clicks, recommendations will naturally not go up, of course the results will not be visible, the result is a dead loop!

Do you also spend money to brush, there are indeed a lot of brushing trends now.

But when it comes to money, Zhu Linglu only has ten yuan left in his wallet, and Zhu Linglu doesn't know where to find money to eat next meal after eating tomorrow's meal.

Zhu Linglu just wants to brush, but he doesn't have the money to brush it.

At this moment, Zhu Linglu really didn't know how to describe his mood, a deep sense of fatigue burst out in his heart, and the whole person was extremely lost.

Suddenly, the laptop screen on the desk seemed to fluctuate with a layer of black light, and then the screen was covered with a layer of mercury-like liquid, and a blurry human face appeared on the screen.

"Won't it, a virus?"

Zhu Linglu is a writer of novels, so naturally he will not casually believe the things described in those online novels, at this moment Zhu Linglu only thinks of computer viruses in his mind, and then he doesn't know how much it costs to repair a computer.

"It's over, it's over, I don't know if it's too late to restart, otherwise there will be no money to repair the computer. Damn, money, money, money! My money! ”

Zhu Linglu hurriedly pressed his hand to the power button of the laptop, the laptop can only be forced to shut down by holding down the power button for a long time, and in the face of this virus, it can only be solved with a quick forced shutdown.

"It's useless, I'm not a virus, you should feel lucky, when I traveled to this world for a short time, I sensed your mood swings and decided to choose you as one of my soul apostles, then make a contract with me, it will change all your current fate, believe me, you will be willing to face this new fate. I don't have much time in this world, give you ten seconds to think about it! If you do, just press your palm on the screen! ”

To Zhu Linglu's surprise, the blurry, completely unclear face on the laptop screen actually spoke, and then a countdown appeared on the screen, although the numbers displayed were also somewhat different from normal Chinese and Arabic.

But Zhu Linglu can still see this meaning, "ten, nine, eight......"

Zhu Linglu was stunned, no, how is this possible, I, what am I thinking.

Zhu Linglu really didn't know what he should be thinking at this moment, and suddenly there seemed to be an irrepressible thought that broke out in his mind, give it a try, maybe he could really change his fate.

Whether it's a virus or something real, what am I afraid of now, give it a try.

Zhu Linglu was originally a person who was unwilling to accept fate, and he would choose the path of writing novels in codewords, hoping that he would not work for others like ordinary people and live an ordinary life.

He is an unwilling ordinary person in his bones, but he has never had a chance to soar to the sky.

At the moment, maybe this is really an opportunity, isn't that what he's been looking forward to?

This scene is also a very common plot in many infinite stream novels, although it is slightly different from the choice of "yes.or.no", but is it true?

And the countdown on the computer screen continues, "Five, four, three, two......"

Zhu Linglu finally pressed his left hand on the computer screen before he appeared at the last second, and the blurred face on the computer screen smiled, and with its wild laughter, its mouth gradually opened.

The mouth instantly obscured its face, and a swirling dark hole appeared on the computer screen.

The next moment, Zhu Linglu felt that his left hand was attracted by a strong gravitational force, and soon Zhu Linglu found that something in his body was sucked out.

At this moment, Zhu Linglu seemed to feel another self, another self hidden in his body, and then this self sucked out of his body with all his consciousness, and through the black hole on that screen, into the fourteen-inch laptop LCD screen.

Then he felt as if he had been swallowed by something, and all his consciousness seemed to sink into a dark cosmic place, and quickly flow in one direction.

"It's true, damn it, how does this look like a demonic trick, Soul Apostle, what the hell is it?"

Just before his consciousness completely entered the computer screen, Zhu Linglu regretted it, but it was already too late......