Weird game invasion, one billion dollars to become the ghost king

In a bustling neighborhood full of Western-style buildings, a steam rail car was driving on the street. Linn and writer Hill sat face to face, and the latter's eyes were full of admiration for Linn.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Linn, you look about the same age as me, but your research on literature is so profound. I have never heard you mention it before."

Lin En waved his hand and found a random excuse to deal with it: "Read more and read more newspapers. You can do it too."

Hill's pale golden eyes flickered: "I really want to thank you this time, Mr. Linn. If it weren't for you, I would be really shocked... Thinking about it carefully, what Thomas said makes sense. , is this kind of writing really what I want to write?"

Lynn: "Hill, don't get too specific. For a writer who needs to make money from writing, it's not what you want to write, but what readers like to read."

"Those slow, traditional, serious, and careful readings are also good stories, but the market has decided that these novels cannot stand out among countless light novels."

Hill nodded: "Well, Mr. Linn, I will keep your teachings in mind."

Under Lin En's careful persuasion, Hill let go of his worries and looked out the window with his chin in hand, admiring the scenery outside.

Linn was looking at Hill with deep eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

I have been in the world built by Hill's memory for a long time, but I haven't found any sign of the Heart Seal.

It's not scientific, no, it's weird.

Could it be that the inner demon seal knew that he could not defeat me, so he hid?

Logically speaking, the Inner Demon Seal is the leader of the creators, and the nightmare placed deep in their memories is what they fear most.

What is an author afraid of most?

Lynn was lost in thought.

.......

Half an hour later, Linn got off the steam rail car and took Hill to a house. Linn introduced with a smile:

"Hill, this is the new residence I am looking for for you."

"Oh my God..." Hill looked at her, her pupils shrank slightly, and she stood there blankly.

This is a two-story building with a European style and beautiful shape. The exterior walls are painted with pure white paint. There is a small garden on the first floor. The lawn and green plants are neatly trimmed. Through the windows, you can see the light yellow color in it. The lights look very warm in winter, like a dream house in a fairy tale.

Lynn handed a bunch of keys to Hill: "Go and see your new home. It's luxurious and well-decorated. It has everything you need, water, electricity and water connections. The market is right outside your door. The transportation is very convenient. The price is beautiful. Just move in!"

My tone makes me sound like a rental agent...Lynn thought to himself.

"Then I'm welcome!" Hill excitedly took the key from Linn's hand, cheered, and ran briskly towards his new home!

"Crack!"

The key was inserted into the door and turned once. Hill opened the door. The first thing that caught his eye was the spacious living room, with solid wood floors, luxurious chandeliers, sofas, coffee tables, and dining tables, all available!

Hill half-stepped into the room, then stepped back, and said cautiously: "It's such a big and beautiful living room... Do you need to change your shoes?"

Lynn: "This is your home. If you want to wear shoes, you can wear them. If you don't want to wear them, don't."

After entering the living room, Hill was as cautious as a local girl who had never seen the world, touching here and looking there. She sat on the soft sofa with her mouth wide open, looking not very smart.

Linn turned on the heating switch.

The ground gradually warmed up.

Hill, who felt the ground getting warm, said in surprise: "Huh? The ground is warm, so warm!"

Lynn continued to introduce: "Heating the whole house, Hill, you will never have cold hands again when you write manuscripts at home!"

Hill was so moved that he spoke incoherently: "Thank you...I...I really don't know what to say. Mr. Lynn, you are too attentive..."

Immediately afterwards, Linn took Hill to visit the bathroom. There was a white bidet in the bathroom. In Hill's impression, only wealthy people would install a bidet in the toilet. She had never dared to think of it before. .

Lynn began to outline a blueprint for Hill's future:

"In the future, when you are tired from writing and feel your neck is stiff and your hands and feet are cold, you can go to the bathroom, take a comfortable hot bath, then lie on the soft bed and have a sweet dream..."

"This feels so happy, Mr. Linn, am I dreaming?" Hill closed his eyes and imagined this scene.

Lynn: "Where are you? I haven't finished the introduction yet. Follow me upstairs."

Hill was shocked: "Eh? There's still a surprise?!"

After saying that, Linn pulled Hill along the spiral staircase to the second floor. He pointed to the room on the second floor and said:

"Two guest rooms, one study and one master bedroom. You usually work in the study and sleep in the master bedroom. If you have friends over, you can let them sleep in the guest room."

Hill blushed and said, "I...I have no friends in this city. If I have to say it, the only one is you, Mr. Linn."

"Come, look at your room."

Linn took Hill's hand again and pushed open the door of the master bedroom. He saw that the whole room was painted in pink and had a girlish style. As soon as he entered this room, Hill fell in love with the style of this room. A pair of eyes sparkled!

Because this is very similar to the room she once described in the novel. In other words, Lynn put a lot of effort into decorating this room.

"Is this... is this your masterpiece again, Mr. Linn?"

Hill asked quietly.

“Let’s not talk about that first, let’s look at your wardrobe!”

Linn didn't wait for Hill to recover from the shock before opening the closet again.

"Crash!"

I saw rows and rows of girls' clothes hanging neatly in the closet, all well-matched. As a rich second generation, Lin En's aesthetic sense is still online and very picky. He carefully selects every item. Yes, it definitely fits!

"So many beautiful clothes..."

Hill's eyes almost sunk into the closet. She picked up one of the items with trembling hands and marked it on her body. It was neither too big nor too small, and the size was just right!

Lynn's mouth curled up: "Hill, go put it on and let me see the effect on your upper body."

You know, although Hill is an adult, she is relatively short and has a very young face. She is often thought of as a child. The clothes she wore before looked like children's clothes. In Linn's opinion, Somewhat childish.

If you want to buy clothes that suit you, you can only customize them, but at that time Hill was still very embarrassed and couldn't afford them.

Hill looked at the clothes in her hands and felt its high-end texture. It must fit well on her body. But at this moment, a question suddenly came to her mind.

How did Lin En know her figure? Did he secretly observe her?

Hill's cheeks suddenly turned red, and complex thoughts came to his mind, including shyness, joy, and a little bit of emotion.

Thinking about it carefully, Lin En helped me without asking for anything in return. This is so abnormal. Could it be that... he likes me?

Lin En saw Hill in a daze and asked, "What are you thinking about, Hill?"

Hill asked in a soft voice: "Mr. Linn, these clothes seem to fit...but how do you know about me...my..."

Hearing Hill's question, Linn didn't want to be misunderstood as a pervert.

He quickly explained: "Don't worry about this problem...my eyes are rulers. By the way, you'd better change into them as soon as possible. I'm not sure whether these clothes fit."