Disaster Shelter

Wen Wen only panicked for a while, then calmed down, looking at this place with a solemn expression.

Neither did he lose his due awe, nor did he act foolishly out of arrogance, showing his quality as an excellent demon hunter, making Kung Pao Ding on the side nod secretly.

Looking at his appearance, he should be frightened. Also, he hasn't become a superpower for long, and it's normal for him to have never seen the world...

If he is also a person in the shelter, he should have seen the breath of that person, so he won't be frightened...

So, is he from the shelter...

Gong Baoding's judgment on Wen Wen was a little fuzzy.

Thinking about it carefully, he had never seen Wen Wen wearing the clothes of a shelter officer, nor had he seen Wen Wen use that chain. All of this was based on the similarities between the monsters in the shelter and the monsters Wen Wen had dealt with.

Next, the two investigated the crime scene. For the investigation of abnormal energy, the Hunter Association has its own procedures.

Under the premise of ensuring safety, as much information as possible can be obtained.

In this way, under the leadership of the old fried dough stick Gong Baoding, Wen Wen surveyed his own energy residues, and at the same time learned how to make soy sauce properly while working.

...

In the old rental house, some fat men were typing on the keyboard rapidly.

He is an Internet writer, his name is Sun Wei, and his pen name is Sleepless.

At present, he still owes an update, so he is working hard.

Although this job does not allow him to earn a lot of money, it can support himself, so he is satisfied.

After racking his brains to type out the content that should be updated today, he opened the novel website and began to read the comments on it.

After typing every day, reading the comments of readers is the most fulfilling thing for him.

Suddenly, a comment that had seven or eight replies just after it was posted, came into his eyes.

When did the comment section of my book become so lively? It would be great if it could continue to be so lively.

He clicked on it to read, and before he finished reading, he felt a little overwhelmed, and almost smashed the keyboard angrily.

This turned out to be a comment from a pirated reader. It’s fine to read the pirated version. Anyway, more than 90% of the readers read the pirated version. There is nothing he can do about it.

But the content of the reader's comments really made him unbearable.

You, the author, write such rubbish, how dare you collect money, I just want to stimulate you, so that you can get some face, everyone should go and watch the pirated version, anyway, you don't need money.

Sun Wei was so angry that he couldn't laugh or cry, you also saw the charging section for the rubbish you wrote, how dare you say this?

This person's words were also resisted by genuine readers, which is why there are so many replies.

Even though he knew that as long as he deleted this person's comments and then banned him, the matter would be over. Since he was writing a novel, he must be prepared to be criticized, but Sun Wei didn't want to endure such comments.

He picked up the keyboard, as if he was holding a sword, fingers flying on the sword, his hands seemed to touch chili oil, and he output choking swear words.

For Sun Wei, swearing does not require skill, it only needs enough hand speed, as long as you type faster than the other party, it is considered a win.

Fortunately, Sun Wei's hands are really fast.

This scolding battle was carried out heartily, and it could be regarded as a catharsis of his emotions.

Ever since he wrote the novel, he has been a little frustrated. Music, videos, movies, and other pirated content have all been suppressed. Why can't the piracy of online texts be solved, or even suppressed a little?

Of all his readers, perhaps only one percent, or even less, pay to read.

There may be many reasons, such as low cost of piracy, difficult control, search engines are unwilling to govern, advertisers are willing to advertise on pirated websites, genuine reading is too expensive, etc. If you want to find reasons, there are countless reasons.

But reasons are just reasons.

All of these form a huge, blood-sucking interest chain, and everyone in this interest chain, including the vast majority of readers, is happy.

Only the original authors, and a small number of legitimate readers, are complaining.

However, their words are mild and nothing can be changed.

In such a situation, Sun Wei really couldn't stand the pirated readers coming to mock him again.

This scolding battle is not a momentary brain fever, but an outbreak of long-term depression.

After scolding, Sun Wei felt refreshed, as if he had been in a sauna for a day. He smiled and ordered the silence and blocking package for the other party, and then went to wash up.

Hanging him for one night first, and then deleting it tomorrow morning, it's really flattering.

For Sun Wei, this is enough happiness.

Since he started trying to write articles, he hasn't had extra entertainment for a long time.

In his sleep, Sun Wei felt a little strange. He stood up, walked to the computer, and then... he got in!

In the computer, Sun Weifei was very comfortable in the green data flow.

Sun Wei didn't feel strange about this, it was in a dream, since it was a dream, anything could happen.

When he stopped, he saw the reader who was furious because of being banned, and he felt secretly refreshed.

Looking at it, Sun Wei had an evil thought in his heart: Since it's a dream, it doesn't matter what I do.

Sun Wei picked up a kitchen knife from the kitchen, walked carefully behind the man, stabbed the knife into the man's back, then swung the bench, and beat the man's head crazily.

After only a few strokes, the man stopped moving, but Sun Wei was still hitting, as if venting something, and when he stopped, the man was no longer human.

Shaking his slightly sore hands, Sun Wei lay back on the bed again, and said with a smile, This dream is so real...

He shook his head, if he hadn't been dreaming, he really didn't know that he would be so crazy.

But if it wasn't for the dream, I probably wouldn't be able to beat this guy. This guy is tall and strong. I'm just a fat man...

Then, he lay on the ground and fell asleep again.

...

I investigated the basket I poked yesterday, and I continued to investigate until midnight.

Early this morning, Wen Wen came to the Hunter Association early, and even bought breakfast and bananas for Ding Mingguang.

The banana is for the monkey, and I don't know if it can eat it.

Ding Mingguang promised that Yan Biqing's whereabouts would be caught today, so Wen Wen came.

Ding Mingguang seemed to be more anxious than Wen Wen to hunt down Yan Biqing. After he got a computer, he kept guarding the computer to search for clues.

When Wen Wen arrived, everyone from the Hunter Association was surrounding Ding Mingguang, waiting for Ding Mingguang's clues.

Wen Wen jumped lightly, fell to a chair and sat down, the whole process did not make a sound, he was afraid of disturbing Ding Mingguang's state.

After waiting for more than an hour, Ding Mingguang suddenly opened his eyes,

I got him!

The reader's comments in this chapter are the author's personal experience, that is, this book, when it was first put on the shelves.

But other plots are all fictitious, don't take it seriously ╰(*︶`*)╯