Dong Yongyuan took the good dream doll, naturally not to have a good dream. The night he got the Good Dream doll, he sent the doll to his master, Xu Ji, the elder of the Shanghai Municipal Association.
Master Xu researched all night and found nothing unusual.
"Except for the role of helping sleep and calming the nerves, this baby has nothing else weird." Master Xu said in the video call.
"Does the master know which faction Wu Miaomiao belongs to?" Dong Yongyuan asked.
"I can't see it." Master Xu shook his head, "but only a little spiritual power can have such a powerful soothing effect, there must be a unique secret."
People in the Profound Gate of their profound sects often draw and write spells, and the spells that calm one's nerves are also often drawn, but the effect is not as good as this dream doll. It's just that the doll's spiritual power is really too low. The creator who wants to come to this doll, although the method is unique, but the spiritual power should not be high.
"Master, didn't you say that nightmares are evil things in the eyes of everyone in our Profound Sect? Then why is Wu Miaomiao staying with our boss, and she seems to be the fiancée of our boss." Dong Yongyuan said.
"According to you, it must be because this girl named Wu Miaomiao is not very talented in mysticism. Maybe she just learned the skills of making dolls from her parents." At the end of the video, a young man in a long gray coat Appearing in the video, he said to Dong Yongyuan, "Fifth Junior Brother, it was because you were not very talented in profound arts and were not sensitive to the hostility of the nightmare, so you were sent to monitor the nightmare. She thinks that you are the same. Circumstances, you can't perceive the threat dullly."
Dong Yongyuan's face is ugly, but he is not easy to attack: "Second brother."
The man who suddenly appeared in the video was his second senior brother Xu Wei.
"Xu Wei." Master Xu frowned unhappy when he heard his second disciple say so.
"Master, I got rid of evil."
Dong Yongyuan heard the sound of the door opening from the other end of the phone, and he wanted to come to Brother Er to leave the evil spirits.
"Master, are there a lot of evil in the sea recently?" Dong Yongyuan worried.
"It's okay, it's just that the people in the sea have been panicking recently, and many evil things in the dark are about to move." Master Xu said.
"It's caused by the liver digger, sir, can the people of our association help catch this liver digger?" The mysterious technique has a function that cannot be explained by science. If the association is really willing to help, maybe it can be caught by the police as soon as possible. This liver digger.
"The association has investigated, and the residences of the victims do not have the breath of evil. The liver-digger is a mortal, and our association cannot interfere." Master Xu said.
Xuanmen magic cannot interfere with mortal affairs, this is an iron law.
After hearing this, Dong Yongyuan didn't know whether he should be happy and free from evil spirits, or saddened by the brutality of an ordinary human.
After another three days, the liver digger never appeared again. Except that the police occasionally asked Bei Fan for details, the studio returned to its former calm, as if the liver digger had never happened.
Wu Miaomiao accompanies Ji Lang to work every day. Although most of the time is in the reading area to read novels, she occasionally goes out to shop and buy small things.
"Tongzi, are you going to give the boss a contract in a while?" Bei Fan came over and asked.
"Yes what's the matter?"
"Help me bring the script up, please." Bei Fan folded his hands in a plea for help.
"Are you scolded again?" Dong Yongyuan smiled and took the script.
"The director of this play has a lot of demands, and I have all changed recently." Bei Fan complained.
"Why don't you vomit when you pay the bonus."
"When the bonus is paid, I will treat you to a big meal."
"It's pretty much the same. It's not a waste of money. I'll help you with thunder." Dong Yongyuan took the script handed over by Shang Beifan, went upstairs with the contract he was going 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 called me." Dong Yongyuan took back the signed contract.
"What is he looking for you?" Nougat was Ji Lang's editor in charge of his column when he was serializing on the website.
"He asked you when the new book will be published." Dong Yongyuan said.
"Have I rested for a long time?" Ji Lang frowned, and he only finished his last book for less than two months.
When he first started serializing on the Internet, Ji Lang published one after another, and he hadn't stopped for almost a whole year. Later, he gradually became able to control himself, and coupled with a much stronger psychological endurance, he became less afraid. Now he writes stories again, not to vent the depression in his heart, but as a job and a habit.
"Not really. It's just that the rewards for your column are almost 700,000, and the Nougat editor has come to ask you what you mean." Dong Yongyuan said, "He said that if you write an article at this time, you will write a new article. Will definitely be very popular."
"A reward of seven hundred thousand?" Ji Lang frowned, "Why are there so many rewards suddenly?"
"I said I want you to write a post. Why don't you go to the backstage to read the reader's comments?" Dong Yongyuan suggested.
"All right, I see." Ji Lang thought for a while and asked, "Where is Miaomiao, is it downstairs?"
"The lady boss is out. An internet celebrity cake shop has opened on Mayou Road. Hearing Yi Guan mentioned it, the lady boss went to buy cakes." Dong Yongyuan said.
Ji Lang nodded, indicating that he knew it.
Dong Yongyuan waited for a while, and seeing Ji Lang did not speak any more, he went out with the signed contract. Ji Lang took advantage of the trend and opened the backend of the website to check his own column.
As soon as the author’s backstage is opened, the dazzling fireworks will blow up the screen. This is a reward mode set by the website. Once readers spend enough money to reach a certain amount, the author’s backstage will be in full bloom like Disney fireworks. , Can be regarded as a visual award.
This function cannot be turned off, but fortunately, he writes horror and reasoning novels. Readers of this category are more sane. In addition, he never hints readers to rewards in the text, so this firework function has never been in his background. Appeared.
When the fireworks were over, Ji Lang pulled directly to the income column. He didn't even look at the previous string of subscription income, and his eyes fell on the column reward income.
Seventy eighty nine thousand one hundred and fifty-six.
Adding half of the distribution of the website, it is already more than 1.5 million.
Why do you give so many rewards all of a sudden?
Ji Lang continued to open the comment area and looked up the reader's comments.
[Ziheda, when will I open a new article? ] Hit ten yuan.
[Ziheda usually takes a rest for two or three months before opening a new article. ] Twenty yuan.
[Does Zihe know about the recent liver digger in the sea market? The great crime novel is so well written, can you reason about the psychology of the liver-digger] Hit a hundred.
[This liver digger is terrifying. The colleague of my cousin’s daughter’s classmate is the victim. The girl has just graduated from university, so it is very pitiful. It would be great if he could analyze the digging monster. ] Hit a hundred.
[I have written a lot of criminal investigation cases. I must have learned criminal psychology. Why not write a book about the digger to help the police analyze and analyze it. ] Hit a thousand.
[Let’s write a book about digging the liver. ] Hit a thousand.
[Let’s write a book about digging the liver. ] Hit a hundred.
...
After that, there were tens of thousands of messages, all of which were similar in content. Some of them were smashed, and some were not, but they couldn’t hold back many people. In the end, more than 1 million were spent.
"Beep!"
Hearing the prompt tone, Ji Lang looked down and saw that it was the editor Nougat contacting him through the backstage.
Nougat: [God Zihe, are you online? ╰(*°▽°*)╯】”
Zihe: [What's the matter with those comments? 】
At first glance, those messages were brought to the rhythm by others, otherwise there would be tens of thousands of people leaving messages in a unified manner.
Nougat: [Just a few days ago, someone in the readers was discussing the case of the digger. You also know that your book friends are all reasoning lovers, and they will analyze the latest cases in the group when they have nothing to do. Later, a book friend accidentally said that you seem to be from the sea, and then the book friends wondered if you were also reasoning about this case. Then they voluntarily left a message in your column. 】
Zihe: [There are not so many people, right. 】
Nougat: [There were not many people in the beginning, but isn't the case of the liver digger a big trouble? Then forums, posts, and Zhihu are all discussing, and finally more and more people follow the trend. 】
Zihe: 【……】
Nougat: [Although you have been very low-key, each of your books is of high quality, and there are almost no loopholes. You may not know that you are in the reasoning world, in fact, you have a very high reputation. 】
No matter how high it is, he doesn't need it.
Nougat: [Great God, open it? 】
Zihe: [Not open. You make an announcement and return all rewards to readers. 】
After speaking, Ji Lang closed the backstage without waiting for Nougat to reply. Writing a book is not about opening a restaurant, and you can't order food. Moreover, Huo Mingzhi had just begged himself, but he didn't agree. At this time, how could he change his mind for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
At the entrance of the Internet celebrity shop on Mayou Road, Wu Miaomiao queued for an hour and finally bought a sweet and delicious ice cream cake. She bought six in total and planned to return to the studio to eat with others.
Before going back, Wu Miaomiao turned to the convenience store next to him and bought a bottle of ice water. After waiting for an hour under the head of Da Ri, her thirsty throat was full of smoke, and after paying the money, she poured ice water on the road.
"Ah, I'm alive." After drinking a small bottle, Wu Miaomiao sighed comfortably.
There are few pedestrians on the road on a hot day. The girl has dark hair and dark eyes, smiling in the sun, and a pair of eyes looking forward to brilliance, which makes people feel a lot cooler when they see it.
"Little sister, this is your cake." A sweet bass sounded in Wu Miaomiao's ears.
Wu Miaomiao turned her head and saw a young man with a sun hat and sunglasses who couldn't see his face was pointing at the counter. On it was the cake she put down just now while buying water: "It's mine, I almost forgot, I lined up. It took a long time to buy it."
"The internet celebrity cake next door?" The young man obviously recognizes this cake.
"Correct."
"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, I came here to buy it. However, the clerk said just now that there are only 30 copies left, even if I line up, I can't take my turn." The young man smiled bitterly, "Little Sister, you bought so many copies, can you give me a portion? Today is my girlfriend's birthday, and she likes this cake."
"Okay." Wu Miaomiao thought for a while and decided to give this young man a portion. Although she can't eat one of them today, Ji Lang's studio is close to here, so it will be the same if she comes to buy it tomorrow.
"Here you are." Wu Miaomiao distributed a piece of cake to the young man. "You can take it back quickly. I didn't let the clerk put a lot of dry ice when I was so close."
"Thank you." The young man solemnly accepted, "How much?"
"You're welcome, it's my birthday present for your girlfriend." Wu Miaomiao smiled and waved.
The young man was stunned, staring at Wu Miao's big eyes, which were slightly bent, and said, "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 will go to the store and ask for more dry ice. My house is far away, but it can't be melted."
"Well, go quickly, I'm going back, goodbye." After saying hello, Wu Miaomiao carried the cake in one hand and the unfinished water in the other, and walked back happily.
The young man stared at Wu Miaomiao's back for a long time, until Wu Miaomiao's figure disappeared at the intersection, he recovered, and then left with the cake.
Dong Yongyuan took the good dream doll, naturally not to have a good dream. The night he got the Good Dream doll, he sent the doll to his master, Xu Ji, the elder of the Shanghai Municipal Association.
Master Xu researched all night and found nothing unusual.
"Except for the role of helping sleep and calming the nerves, this baby has nothing else weird." Master Xu said in the video call.
"Does the master know which faction Wu Miaomiao belongs to?" Dong Yongyuan asked.
"I can't see it." Master Xu shook his head, "but only a little spiritual power can have such a powerful soothing effect, there must be a unique secret."
People in the Profound Gate of their profound sects often draw and write spells, and the spells that calm one's nerves are also often drawn, but the effect is not as good as this dream doll. It's just that the doll's spiritual power is really too low. The creator who wants to come to this doll, although the method is unique, but the spiritual power should not be high.
"Master, didn't you say that nightmares are evil things in the eyes of everyone in our Profound Sect? Then why is Wu Miaomiao staying with our boss, and she seems to be the fiancée of our boss." Dong Yongyuan said.
"According to you, it must be because this girl named Wu Miaomiao is not very talented in mysticism. Maybe she just learned the skills of making dolls from her parents." At the end of the video, a young man in a long gray coat Appearing in the video, he said to Dong Yongyuan, "Fifth Junior Brother, it was because you were not very talented in profound arts and were not sensitive to the hostility of the nightmare, so you were sent to monitor the nightmare. She thinks that you are the same. Circumstances, you can't perceive the threat dullly."
Dong Yongyuan's face is ugly, but he is not easy to attack: "Second brother."
The man who suddenly appeared in the video was his second senior brother Xu Wei.
"Xu Wei." Master Xu frowned unhappy when he heard his second disciple say so.
"Master, I got rid of evil."
Dong Yongyuan heard the sound of the door opening from the other end of the phone, and he wanted to come to Brother Er to leave the evil spirits.
"Master, are there a lot of evil in the sea recently?" Dong Yongyuan worried.
"It's okay, it's just that the people in the sea have been panicking recently, and many evil things in the dark are about to move." Master Xu said.
"It's caused by the liver digger, sir, can the people of our association help catch this liver digger?" The mysterious technique has a function that cannot be explained by science. If the association is really willing to help, maybe it can be caught by the police as soon as possible. This liver digger.
"The association has investigated, and the residences of the victims do not have the breath of evil. The liver-digger is a mortal, and our association cannot interfere." Master Xu said.
Xuanmen magic cannot interfere with mortal affairs, this is an iron law.
After hearing this, Dong Yongyuan didn't know whether he should be happy and free from evil spirits, or saddened by the brutality of an ordinary human.
After another three days, the liver digger never appeared again. Except that the police occasionally asked Bei Fan for details, the studio returned to its former calm, as if the liver digger had never happened.
Wu Miaomiao accompanies Ji Lang to work every day. Although most of the time is in the reading area to read novels, she occasionally goes out to shop and buy small things.
"Tongzi, are you going to give the boss a contract in a while?" Bei Fan came over and asked.
"Yes what's the matter?"
"Help me bring the script up, please." Bei Fan folded his hands in a plea for help.
"Are you scolded again?" Dong Yongyuan smiled and took the script.
"The director of this play has a lot of demands, and I have all changed recently." Bei Fan complained.
"Why don't you vomit when you pay the bonus."
"When the bonus is paid, I will treat you to a big meal."
"It's pretty much the same. It's not a waste of money. I'll help you with thunder." Dong Yongyuan took the script handed over by Shang Beifan, went upstairs with the contract he was going 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 called me." Dong Yongyuan took back the signed contract.
"What is he looking for you?" Nougat was Ji Lang's editor in charge of his column when he was serializing on the website.
"He asked you when the new book will be published." Dong Yongyuan said.
"Have I rested for a long time?" Ji Lang frowned, and he only finished his last book for less than two months.
When he first started serializing on the Internet, Ji Lang published one after another, and he hadn't stopped for almost a whole year. Later, he gradually became able to control himself, and coupled with a much stronger psychological endurance, he became less afraid. Now he writes stories again, not to vent the depression in his heart, but as a job and a habit.
"Not really. It's just that the rewards for your column are almost 700,000, and the Nougat editor has come to ask you what you mean." Dong Yongyuan said, "He said that if you write an article at this time, you will write a new article. Will definitely be very popular."
"A reward of seven hundred thousand?" Ji Lang frowned, "Why are there so many rewards suddenly?"
"I said I want you to write a post. Why don't you go to the backstage to read the reader's comments?" Dong Yongyuan suggested.
"All right, I see." Ji Lang thought for a while and asked, "Where is Miaomiao, is it downstairs?"
"The lady boss is out. An internet celebrity cake shop has opened on Mayou Road. Hearing Yi Guan mentioned it, the lady boss went to buy cakes." Dong Yongyuan said.
Ji Lang nodded, indicating that he knew it.
Dong Yongyuan waited for a while, and seeing Ji Lang did not speak any more, he went out with the signed contract. Ji Lang took advantage of the trend and opened the backend of the website to check his own column.
As soon as the author’s backstage is opened, the dazzling fireworks will blow up the screen. This is a reward mode set by the website. Once readers spend enough money to reach a certain amount, the author’s backstage will be in full bloom like Disney fireworks. , Can be regarded as a visual award.
This function cannot be turned off, but fortunately, he writes horror and reasoning novels. Readers of this category are more sane. In addition, he never hints readers to rewards in the text, so this firework function has never been in his background. Appeared.
When the fireworks were over, Ji Lang pulled directly to the income column. He didn't even look at the previous string of subscription income, and his eyes fell on the column reward income.
Seventy eighty nine thousand one hundred and fifty-six.
Adding half of the distribution of the website, it is already more than 1.5 million.
Why do you give so many rewards all of a sudden?
Ji Lang continued to open the comment area and looked up the reader's comments.
[Ziheda, when will I open a new article? ] Hit ten yuan.
[Ziheda usually takes a rest for two or three months before opening a new article. ] Twenty yuan.
[Does Zihe know about the recent liver digger in the sea market? The great crime novel is so well written, can you reason about the psychology of the liver-digger] Hit a hundred.
[This liver digger is terrifying. The colleague of my cousin’s daughter’s classmate is the victim. The girl has just graduated from university, so it is very pitiful. It would be great if he could analyze the digging monster. ] Hit a hundred.
[I have written a lot of criminal investigation cases. I must have learned criminal psychology. Why not write a book about the digger to help the police analyze and analyze it. ] Hit a thousand.
[Let’s write a book about digging the liver. ] Hit a thousand.
[Let’s write a book about digging the liver. ] Hit a hundred.
...
After that, there were tens of thousands of messages, all of which were similar in content. Some of them were smashed, and some were not, but they couldn’t hold back many people. In the end, more than 1 million were spent.
"Beep!"
Hearing the prompt tone, Ji Lang looked down and saw that it was the editor Nougat contacting him through the backstage.
Nougat: [God Zihe, are you online? ╰(*°▽°*)╯】”
Zihe: [What's the matter with those comments? 】
At first glance, those messages were brought to the rhythm by others, otherwise there would be tens of thousands of people leaving messages in a unified manner.
Nougat: [Just a few days ago, someone in the readers was discussing the case of the digger. You also know that your book friends are all reasoning lovers, and they will analyze the latest cases in the group when they have nothing to do. Later, a book friend accidentally said that you seem to be from the sea, and then the book friends wondered if you were also reasoning about this case. Then they voluntarily left a message in your column. 】
Zihe: [There are not so many people, right. 】
Nougat: [There were not many people in the beginning, but isn't the case of the liver digger a big trouble? Then forums, posts, and Zhihu are all discussing, and finally more and more people follow the trend. 】
Zihe: 【……】
Nougat: [Although you have been very low-key, each of your books is of high quality, and there are almost no loopholes. You may not know that you are in the reasoning world, in fact, you have a very high reputation. 】
No matter how high it is, he doesn't need it.
Nougat: [Great God, open it? 】
Zihe: [Not open. You make an announcement and return all rewards to readers. 】
After speaking, Ji Lang closed the backstage without waiting for Nougat to reply. Writing a book is not about opening a restaurant, and you can't order food. Moreover, Huo Mingzhi had just begged himself, but he didn't agree. At this time, how could he change his mind for hundreds of thousands of dollars.
At the entrance of the Internet celebrity shop on Mayou Road, Wu Miaomiao queued for an hour and finally bought a sweet and delicious ice cream cake. She bought six in total and planned to return to the studio to eat with others.
Before going back, Wu Miaomiao turned to the convenience store next to him and bought a bottle of ice water. After waiting for an hour under the head of Da Ri, her thirsty throat was full of smoke, and after paying the money, she poured ice water on the road.
"Ah, I'm alive." After drinking a small bottle, Wu Miaomiao sighed comfortably.
There are few pedestrians on the road on a hot day. The girl has dark hair and dark eyes, smiling in the sun, and a pair of eyes looking forward to brilliance, which makes people feel a lot cooler when they see it.
"Little sister, this is your cake." A sweet bass sounded in Wu Miaomiao's ears.
Wu Miaomiao turned her head and saw a young man with a sun hat and sunglasses who couldn't see his face was pointing at the counter. On it was the cake she put down just now while buying water: "It's mine, I almost forgot, I lined up. It took a long time to buy it."
"The internet celebrity cake next door?" The young man obviously recognizes this cake.
"Correct."
"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, I came here to buy it. However, the clerk said just now that there are only 30 copies left, even if I line up, I can't take my turn." The young man smiled bitterly, "Little Sister, you bought so many copies, can you give me a portion? Today is my girlfriend's birthday, and she likes this cake."
"Okay." Wu Miaomiao thought for a while and decided to give this young man a portion. Although she can't eat one of them today, Ji Lang's studio is close to here, so it will be the same if she comes to buy it tomorrow.
"Here you are." Wu Miaomiao distributed a piece of cake to the young man. "You can take it back quickly. I didn't let the clerk put a lot of dry ice when I was so close."
"Thank you." The young man solemnly accepted, "How much?"
"You're welcome, it's my birthday present for your girlfriend." Wu Miaomiao smiled and waved.
The young man was stunned, staring at Wu Miao's big eyes, which were slightly bent, and said, "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 will go to the store and ask for more dry ice. My house is far away, but it can't be melted."
"Well, go quickly, I'm going back, goodbye." After saying hello, Wu Miaomiao carried the cake in one hand and the unfinished water in the other, and walked back happily.
The young man stared at Wu Miaomiao's back for a long time, until Wu Miaomiao's figure disappeared at the intersection, he recovered, and then left with the cake.
