A Weird Theater That Started In London

No matter how experienced an agent is, no matter how vigilant a knight is, they all seem powerless in the face of supernatural forces.

After a period of investigation, the Knights announced on the spot that according to the Jurisdiction Act, the matter would be taken over by the Church of the Dark Goddess.

Reason: The incident happened at night.

According to this logic, if a person dies during the day and supernatural factors are involved, wouldn't the Church of the Sun Goddess be responsible?

If a person dies on a train or steamship, it will be handled by the believers of the god of steam.

Of course, the premise is that there is such a thing as the god of steam, and believers in the sun may not necessarily think that he is a woman... Lu Li is new here, and he is traveling through the body, so he doesn't understand the situation at all.

Where is the guide?

The University of Michigan is not so boring that it needs a test, is it an exchange student from a brother school?

While complaining helplessly, he put a hand on Lu Li's shoulder, and a voice came from behind:

Senior Lu?

There is uncertainty in the tone.

A fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child was severely malnourished and had no malice, and his fighting instinct had no warning. Therefore, Lu Li kept letting him approach, thinking that the other party was just passing by, but unexpectedly turned out to be a connector.

That's right.

Lu Li pressed his thoughts, turned around, shook the suitcase in his hand, and asked curiously, Are you a preparatory student? You must be too young.

No, I just received the admission letter a few days ago, and I plan to report to school in two weeks.

plz follow me.

After finishing speaking, Yang Kai shook his head, a trace of confusion and helplessness appeared on his face.

As an old actor, Lu Li thinks that he has no trace of acting.

Time back to ten days ago.

Looking up from the heavy pile of papers, Yang Kai felt pain all over his body.

Severe pain came from all over the body, as if someone had been put in a sack and hung up and beaten for three days and three nights.

Isn't it just cutting another book, as for?

Now recalling the innocence of that time, Yang Kai feels dumbfounded.

He is an online novelist. Just the day before, he swung his knife with tears in his eyes and chopped off a novel that had been serialized for many years but did not achieve satisfactory results.

When I was sad, I made an exception and drank some wine, fell asleep on the computer desk, and then dreamed that I was hanged and beaten by a subscriber.

Since the feet are off the ground, I can't even dodge, and the hanging part is pulled by the weight of the body, it hurts too much, it hurts more than swinging a knife from the palace...

Hiss, if I knew it, I wouldn't be a eunuch.

However, when his sight was restored, Yang Kai found himself in an extremely strange environment.

What about the computer?

Where's the keyboard?

What about the cocktails in cans that are left on the table, and the refreshing chocolates?

A series of doubts popped up, and Yang Kai forcibly suppressed him, he began to force himself to calm down, and began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

In front of him was a log desk filled with cowhide books and thread-bound books, and in the center was a stack of blank paper manuscripts with a pen on top.

It seems to be inlaid with gold and broken diamonds.

Therefore, Yang Kai, who had a vague premonition that he had already passed through, became a little more stable in his heart.

After all, it is difficult to move without money. In any case, when the economic conditions are better, there is no need to worry about livelihood.

But as his eyes shifted to the surroundings, Yang Kai became pessimistic again.

As we all know, not all places are qualified to be called rooms, and the place he is currently in is just a kennel, a den.

The ceiling is very low, if you raise your toes up a little bit, there will be an extra bag on your head.

Not far away, there was a strange reclining chair covered with a tattered bed cover, filling the room by a third.

A log table, a back chair, three large wooden boxes, a mechanical device similar to a water dispenser, and a small locker that doubles as a hanger. This is the residence, and even turning around seems very reluctant.

This place...

Before crossing, although life was very tight, but not so poor——

There was nothing on the floor, and the walls and ceilings were almost covered with blood and stains.

Each bloodstain represents a life violently murdered, blowflies, giant mosquitoes, and various unknown bugs.

There is no doubt that the home of the future will still be a vermin-infested place.

At this moment, he has already imagined a scene:

A third-rate writer who spends his days writing in his terrible kennel, has no friends or relatives, is a lonely man, miserable and contradictory, and sometimes feels that life is full of tragedy and sometimes full of hope.

Because, with the passage of time, a new story was born, which not only entrusted painstaking efforts and feelings, but also reawakened the creator's expectations for life:

Once it is successfully published, it means that you have won the approval of the editor, harvested readers, and then improved your difficult life, and continued to devote yourself to the industry you love with peace of mind.

What's this?

Inadvertently, Yang Kai noticed that there were two letters on the messy desk case. Obviously, they had been unpacked and the wax had peeled off.

first letter.

[To Mr. Yang Kai, as always.

The newspaper office is still in the preparatory stage, but it will open soon, and we look forward to the contributions. 】

The content of the letter is only two lines.

While reviewing, a memory fragment gushed out from an unknown area, Yang Kai staggered and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately he held onto the table in time to avoid the tragedy of disfigurement.

Yang Kai, seventeen years old, is a young writer who became famous at a young age. He wrote his first book two years ago, with suspenseful themes, and received a lot of rewards.

Due to the death of both parents, lack of discipline from elders, making friends with some messy publishers, and under the leadership of cronies, indulging in meaningless femininity, I lived a corrupt life in the sunny city of my hometown for two years.

Women, alcohol, refreshing herbs.

In order to ensure that he had enough money for squandering, he began to shoddy, publishing two novels a month in a row, with no logic, poor settings, and large paragraphs of sentences that were not smooth.

Two years passed.

The initial accumulation of popularity and popularity with passers-by are all ruined, and even reached the point where things will turn against each other.

Regardless of the content of his novels, as long as he signs his pen name, he will definitely be labeled as garbage and placed in a corner of the bookcase where no one cares about it.

And the original publishers who were extremely enthusiastic were also unlucky ghosts, and they refused to see each other again.

The friends who played together looted all the valuables in his house, leaving only the mess on the floor and the pen made of gold, fine steel, and broken diamonds.

It got away with being locked in a drawer.

After losing everything, I sold my last real estate and moved to the capital city of Lentinos. I started to concentrate on my creation, trying to find my inspiration and my love for stories back then.

Oh, it's too late to wake up.

Also, Londinos, Londinos...

London? Whether it's the name, the degree of class differentiation, or the living habits, it all resembles the smog capital of the Victorian era.

Yang Kai, who accepted a large piece of strange memory, slowly sat up straight, and turned his head to look at the half-length mirror attached to the cabinet.

His pale and morbid complexion, his thin figure, and his sunken eye sockets made his height of 1.85 meters extraordinarily weird.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't overindulgence.

Neither are dark circles.

In fact, it was long-term malnutrition, as well as writing manuscripts upside down day and night, that ruined my already healthy body.

However, looking at the familiar face in the mirror, Yang Kai didn't care about these things, and fell into deep thought.

Could it be a coincidence?

same name.

The appearance is almost the same.

Even the occupations they are engaged in are quite different.

One writes online novels in the era of advanced technology and information, and the other writes physical novels in a backward world that has not yet entered the age of electronics.

The only difference is that no matter how desolate I am in this world line, I used to have a villa near the sea and was drunk with money.

It's not soul wear, occupying other people's bodies.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Yang Kai was inclined to this answer: he replaced himself in this world line.

All heavens and worlds, parallel worlds.

Whether you are a practitioner of online literature or an old bookworm, you are no stranger to these two words.

Is this a punishment for the eunuch?

If you don't want to earn any money, you won't even be able to live in this kind of shabby house next month.

As an online writer, Yang Kai's tolerance for such unimaginable things is pretty good.

Moreover, he can't find a way to go back for the time being, so he can only try his best to improve his life, not to mention that the villa is close to the sea and away from the kennel, and he must first earn a considerable amount of remuneration to take care of his body.

certainly……

Before that, he still has one very important thing to do.