I Create Weirdness in Parallel Worlds

I create weirdness in the parallel world Author: [-]

"Tag: Cultivation, Reasoning, Doomsday, City, Invincible, Shuangwen"

"Introduction: Wang Li, who traveled through a parallel world, got a notebook, as long as the weirdness written on it will exist in reality.

The moonlight girl who foresees the future, the moaning of the drain, the haunted house that follows common sense, the memory library, the wandering face sores, the death of the righteous of the seven..."

Section 1 Reading Notes

Read the notice.

First of all, it is about labeling. I am really not an American brat, I am not a slut, I have not abused the human beings in the book, and I am not hating the National Party. Don’t label me any more.

It says that weirdness is the greatest threat to human survival in the future, so the facilities for studying weirdness must be the most advanced and complete.

I can't write about a country that, when faced with supernatural events that can affect human life and death, is either in the sewers or in the ruins, using a few scraps of copper to do research on supernatural events.

There is no way to write a story about Long Ao Tianwen who is mentally handicapped in every country except country X.

Writing a logical description of the environment that fits the background of the story will be labeled, I really didn't expect it.

Then what to copy and how to copy.

To be honest, I can actually write it as a system that creates weirdness, or as a dream that creates weirdness, whatever way I want to create weirdness, I just don’t understand. ． ． ． ． ．

Even monkeys can react to things like going from place to place, but some trolls can't understand it.

If this is called plagiarism, system texts are all plagiarism. After all, creating weirdness has actually been written a long time ago, right?

There's no need to come up without thinking about it, and start labeling it. Let's be peaceful and have a gentle discussion.

But some people just like fishing, I have no opinion, after all, I have always been able to distinguish what kind of speech is overthinking and what is not.

Then there is the issue of the main character acting and standing. For some people, you need to understand what it means to be and stand again.

My protagonist never felt that he was wrong, and there was nothing in the book about making up, feeling guilty, or feeling that he had done something wrong. He was just a fun person at first, and he had never been a how to set up a memorial archway.

A supernatural text, doomsday shrimp is normal.

If you kill someone today, will you not be able to save someone tomorrow?The protagonist never lets others admit that he is a good person.

Let the diodes fade away.

The problem of typos, I have four to five thousand words in a chapter, and it is normal to have a few typos sometimes. I am not publishing physical books, and seven or eight people proofread them.

If you see a typo, typo-corrected word, send it out in this form, and I will correct it every time I see it.

I just don’t quite understand why some people complain so much. It’s normal to have typos in an online novel with millions of words, but why does it seem like a typo in my book will kill a family member of some people? People, harmonious communication is not good, there is no need to vent your grievances on me.

There is also the problem of language problems. This is actually my personal writing habit. Some people can’t understand it even if it is reversed. Really, don’t force yourself to find language problems.

To be honest, the above question, if I delete some remarks with strong subjective emotions from the beginning, it will not bother me.

But I am really kind at ordinary times, even if I accidentally run over an ant, I will feel guilty for a day, and I will always think about it.

So when I see a psychiatrist, when he knows my troubles and hobbies, he suggests that I write articles that are contrary to my usual mood. I write them for fun and healing articles.

Usually, writing novels is also fun, and reading novels is also fun. Some people don't have to be like wives.

I have always accepted normal and peaceful communication, and I always respond to suggestions, but some people come up and just spout. I am not the mother of such a person, and there is no need to consider the feelings of a person who does not consider my feelings.

I can only talk about the posting of this book, because my goodwill that everyone can speak freely has been destroyed, from a peaceful exchange and discussion to a place where some people follow suit without thinking.

It was I who ruined the book.

Normally, I don't care about malicious speeches, but now, I don't want to continue to see such content that has not been thought through by the brain.

Next, I will seriously speed up and write the entire book.

Don't say that I deleted comments and banned comments, I have already informed you clearly about the precautions.

I am getting back the mood when I opened the book, back to the time when the [-]D was updated every day.

Chapter 2, Chapter 1, [-]:[-] p.m.

"The Moonlight Maiden's prophecy hits again. The super typhoon 'Simma' will land in the near future. Affected by the typhoon, heavy rainfall generally occurs in Xiangshan Province, and the water level in the area rises......"

Watching the international news broadcast on the TV, Feng Jing turned off the TV in boredom.

"What moonlight girl Martian girl is just a good-looking magic stick. I didn't expect people to be so superstitious in this era."

"The prediction was successful? The typhoon can be predicted according to the current science. I really hope that someone can package me, so that I don't have to work hard every day to live broadcast at night."

With words of envy on her lips, Feng Jing took the time to check the time on her phone. It was ten o'clock, a short time before the usual live broadcast.

Take time to take a shower.

These days I have been in a rented house, and I have to dress up more beautifully for the live broadcast. The people who live broadcast at night are already eating this bowl of rice.

"Gudong, Gudong..."

Suddenly, she heard something.

But in Feng Jing's small bedroom, there was nothing but piles of rubbish.

"It's better to clean it up first, and pull up the background, so that you don't have to clean the inside of the room."

Feng Jing hung up the background cloth, which showed the interior of the small villa.

Even if it's a live broadcast, it shouldn't reveal that he is in a small rental house, and he should do the background work seriously.

The lights in the room were flickering, as if there would be a power outage at any moment.

Feng Jing didn't pay much attention to it. This room has been like this for the past few days. Presumably it's because I haven't paid the electricity bill for too long.

Feng Jing didn't plan to stay in such a rental house for too long. She was destined to leave, so as long as the electricity was kept on, she would be fine.

Turn on the fill light in advance, so that you don't have to worry about the impact of the light problem, and the light with backup batteries will be more reassuring.

The phone on the table started to vibrate.

"Xiao Jing, what are you doing?"

"What I can do, of course, is to prepare for the live broadcast tonight." Feng Jing responded gently.

After all, he is the big brother in the live broadcast room, and he can get the phone number, so naturally this person will make a lot of money.

"That's good, you pay attention to safety recently, there have been several female anchors who can't be found, and there have been rumors that many people have disappeared recently."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Thank you Brother Li for your concern. We'll see you live outside tonight. You must come!"

"Okay, I'll give you ten rockets."

"Yeah, thank you Brother Li, I love you."

Hum, man.

It's just so perfunctory and can be dismissed, Feng Jing who hung up the phone went into the bathroom.

While taking a shower, I was thinking about what to say to the people in the live broadcast room later, and how to match what I like.

As an amateur live broadcaster, she doesn't have enough resources to pack herself like other female anchors.

The only person who can be counted on is Brother Li, who seems to like to find some small anchors for rewards.

Feng Jing can understand the thinking of this kind of person, it is nothing more than a big anchor has countless donors, no matter how much money is rewarded, it is not necessary.

Rewarding these popular anchors with ten rockets is just ten rockets, and there is never much added value.

But for ten rockets like Feng Jing, maybe there will be a story.

At least work hard to get into her life.

"The packaging is so simple in this day and age. If I had money, I could become the second Moonlight Maiden. If it was true, how could I only predict things about natural disasters? It's funny..."

The sound in the bathroom stopped abruptly, and Feng Jing seemed to have touched someone's hand in the water flow of the shower.

It was cold and stiff, a temperature completely different from the warm water and her body.

She walked to the mirror with difficulty and wiped off the mist on it.

Nothing at all.

"It's an illusion. I went to the hospital to see a doctor before because of the upside-down live broadcast. It has been like this for the past few days. There is always a sound in the pipe, and it may be a mouse. The environment of this rental house is like this."

Feng Jing comforted herself, the previous way of life made her stop thinking about it.

What Brother Li said about someone missing recently has anything to do with her, a person living in a rented house.

With so many people in the world, someone will always disappear, and that person may not be me.

Stand in front of the sink and cool yourself down with cold water.

The tense spirit will also be relaxed at this moment.

"Gudong, gudong..."

The sound seemed to be coming from the drain in the center of the sink.

"It can't be that there is a mouse stuck in it?" Feng Jing said a little nervously.

She moved closer to turning on the sink faucet, trying to drown the rat stuck in it.

The water flowed into the drain, and the sound of 'gudong' gradually decreased until it disappeared.

Feng Jing turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, and moved closer to the drain, "It seems that there is nothing to ask..."

Her head was grabbed by a hand, and the hand protruding from the drain did not conform to human common sense at all.

Although it is such a small hole, the outstretched palm can easily grab Feng Jing's entire head.

Even conscious, waiting for Feng Jing to approach is like a predator attacking.

Cold, stiff hands covered her face and gagged her mouth.

Feng Jing struggled in pain and kept hitting her outstretched arm with her mobile phone.

"Xiao Jing?"