[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

"Keeper of Locks and Keys"?who?Yan Ke wondered.

The real total number of operators in Rhodes Island has always been a mystery. First of all, it has been recruiting talents from all over the world, regardless of qualifications, whether they are infected or not; Xi, both have a hobby of picking up operators in Rhodes Island on a whim.Most of the people he can identify by ID are the author numbers who are more active in the forum.This "guardian of the lock and key" is probably a female operator who often dives, so he is very unfamiliar.

Dogma Force Field [Author] Reply to the Guardian of the Lock and Key: Yes

Yanke's post was posted in the water area of ​​the Rhodes Island forum, and it was the first time Mrs. "Doctrine Force Field" appeared on occasions other than updating and rereading.Less than half an hour after he posted the post, the replies under the post had already reached the [-]th floor, and the reply from the "Guardian of Locks and Keys" finally came late.

81L Guardian of locks and keys:

Then I will post it here directly. The specific plan is relatively long, and it integrates the identities and personalities of the two characters in reality. I hope you don’t think that my analysis is too much, haha.

I named it: The Christmas Battle That Clears the Clouds.

First explain why you choose Christmas.As we all know, confession attaches great importance to a sense of ritual, and the major festivals provide the rituals we need, and people immersed in the festival will feel happier and more relaxed, which is more conducive to the success of the confession... If it turns out that Yan If the success rate of customer confession is half and half, choosing to confess on festivals will have a 12% success rate.Seven points should be about the same.And I noticed that the time in your novel is almost synchronized with reality.Combining time and the beliefs of the Lateran people... the nearest and most suitable holiday is the upcoming Christmas on December 25th.

I haven't been here too long, so I don't know what kind of celebrations you used to have on Christmas Day.So the following plan is written based on my comprehensive impressions of Christmas celebrations in various countries during my past travels.Since Christmas is coming soon in real life too, you guys can try my celebration scheme, at least I wouldn't mind.

The first step in a big battle, shorten the distance between two people!

I spent a day repeatedly reading the post "Employee Dormitories Are Not Outside the Law" and found a problem.Although they did it at the beginning of the novel, judging from the later plot, except for the intermission of the direct confession this time, their daily activities overlap very little, which leads to the fact that although the plot you wrote is relaxed and sweet, But it's hard to exaggerate the feeling of passionate love between the two of them.Lovers who are really immersed in love and are about to pierce the layer of window paper, even if their work location and schedule are completely different, they will try every means to get close to the person they like... just like two magnets will naturally attract each other like that.The Yanbu you wrote gave me the feeling that it is not so much a lover, but a friend who has a little interest in life and is very shrewd in dealing with emotions.

Therefore, this state must be changed!

You said that this novel is about to end, so at least before it ends, they must adjust their relationship to a state suitable for confession.In fact, I think you don't need me to tell you what to do, right?Before the final chapter, one or two plots in which they enter and exit together, and perform missions together, break the private zone between them... Hehe, since the end is coming soon, let's make a quick decision.

The second step of the big battle, let Yanke kiss the mourner at the Christmas banquet!

I saw them kissing many times in the drama, but it was either in the staff dormitory, or in the hotel room in Longmen, in a place where no one else could see.I read the eight articles you wrote in a row, but I couldn't find any evidence that they kissed in public.Kissing under the mistletoe under the pretext of a Christmas party, this is the first step of my confession...just the first step, but I can't confess right away when I get here.

Let's start with the mistletoe.I heard about it mainly in places like Milos, Syracuse, Sami and Casimir in the north.Evergreen mistletoe symbolizes love, romance, vitality and fertility. Legend has it that it has mysterious powers. Over time, such a tradition has been formed: a person standing under the mistletoe cannot refuse to be kissed. If he refuses, the mistletoe may be kissed. Bring them bad luck.

First, let anyone hang sprigs of mistletoe when setting up the Christmas venue.The second step is to find a way to get the mourners to stand under the mistletoe.It's not complicated to do.Because although he is proficient in multiple languages ​​and legal frameworks, it is impossible for him to understand things like folklore and legends.At that time, you just need to go directly to kiss him, and then tell him in the public that people standing under the mistletoe cannot refuse to be kissed, but it seems that you will be wrong... Then you can let Yanke prepare escaped.

According to my understanding of the undertaker in real life, at this time he will definitely fall into a state similar to a short circuit due to excessive confusion.This is normal.For the typical Lateran, Christmas means only the birthday of the saint of their religion.At this time, let him hang out for a while, wait for him to find something wrong, and then take the initiative to come to Yan Ke.

Note that if you want to run here, you must run cleanly, and at the same time find a place where the mourner can guess, or arrange some wingmen in the banquet hall, and take him out to find someone as soon as he reacts.Let his eagerness and anxiety slowly brew to the highest point in the process of actively searching, and let him realize that he is longing for Yan Ke.

Then, you can have the real confession.

How about this plan?If you confirm the adoption, please don't tell me, let me guess slowly with the plot.Otherwise, no matter how wonderful the story is, it will become boring because of spoilers.

"Christmas……"

Holding the phone, Yanke subconsciously read aloud.

Of course, the person who proposed this plan could not have known that under the vest of the "Doctrine Force Field" was one of the true masters of the Yanbu CP, so she probably would not have known that Christmas has a more special meaning for Yanke significance:

It was his birthday that day.

This birthday only exists in the basic file he submitted to the doctor. If it is not the doctor himself or a data maintenance specialist such as the white-faced owl, it is impossible to know.

Do you really want to confess to the undertaker on your birthday?

A skilled swordsman can't even blink his eyes when facing life and death, but he frowns tightly in front of such questions.

There are of course other suggestions given by other operators under his post.He read the past one by one, mentally analyzed the acceptability of The Undertaker and the possibility of implementing it in real life, and then rejected them all one by one.This is too taken for granted, and that plan is too dangerous.In the end, after picking and choosing, only this one proposed by the "Guardian of Locks and Keys" remained.

Only this plan is the most complete and organized.Moreover, the "Guardian of the Lock and Key" also discovered a problem that Yanke himself hadn't noticed: the flame burial in his writing is indeed too alienated.

Perhaps it is because his novels are all based on real content.In real life, he and The Undertaker have never been together at all, and there is only a small amount of life intersection that can be produced.He tried his best to use his words to outline a little bit of the intersection of life in a lively and interesting way, but after all, mosquito legs are mosquito legs, no matter how exquisite the chef's cooking skills are, there is only a little bit of meat that can be delivered to the mouth of the diner .this is the truth.There is no intense passion in Warfarin's writing, no delicate lingering in Ceylon's writing, no heart-piercing writing in Susulo and Gloria's writing, even the light sweetness in Linguang's dialogues is out of thin air conjecture.

They once staged vigorous love and hate in the imagination of countless people, but the reality left them only a cup of tasteless cold water.

He began to regret the curious sneak peek at the perfumer's fan art.If it wasn't for that incident, wouldn't he toss and turn in bed tonight, unable to fall asleep?

He tossed and turned so loudly that it woke the mourners who slept on the other side.Yan Ke hurriedly stuffed the phone that was switched to night mode under the pillow, closed his eyes and straightened his body.It was just that the footsteps gradually approached in the darkness, and the mourner reached out and turned on a warm yellow night light beside the bed. After a long sleep, he woke up with a rare hoarse voice: "Ore disease? Are you starting to hurt again?"

"Uh... yes." Yan Ke could only answer bravely.

"Then I'll get you painkillers." Seeing that the sound of the slippers kicking away was about to go away, Yanke hurriedly called him: "No need...it's already expired."

strangeness.Obviously before he said this, the left half of his body full of origin stones was still calm, but when he finished speaking, those black crystals hidden in the darkness started to scramble for the first place and began to ache faintly, which seemed to be a fake show.Yan Ke took a deep breath, curled up his body under the quilt as much as possible, feeling the fierce pull from the nerve endings.

He felt as if he was about to be split in half.The sickness danced on his left half of the body, showing all kinds of illusions in front of his eyes - he saw the Kazdel battlefield that was burned by the flames, saw the broken fortress and the cold eyes of the former "doctor". When his hands holding the knife were gradually covered with black spar, and finally shattered with a bang, turning into origin stone dust floating in the sky... He also saw himself just born, in that snowy world On Christmas Eve, I was randomly wrapped in several clothes and thrown in a corner of the street where people come and go...

In the 20 years of his life, all the pain he experienced came back at midnight when the ore disease broke out, turning into tarsal insects and eating away at his reason and spirit.He mustered every muscle he could move to try to lift himself off the bed.He wanted to bang his head against the load-bearing wall at the head of the bed.

However, a heavy and cool body covered his mouth and nose with a cotton sleeve.

"Yan Ke, breathe slowly. Follow my instructions to relax your muscles." He said, "Your breathing rate is too high, and this may cause respiratory alkalosis. Now try to slow down your breathing, I will Go get you a paper bag or a plastic bag."

"I...cough cough!" Yanke realized that his throat was so stiff that it was difficult to utter a sound as soon as he opened his mouth.Not only his throat, but his whole body was in disarray, his hands and feet were so numb that he couldn't lift up, and the fatal pain cut his nerves like thousands of knives.What's wrong with me?he thought.Am I not going to be able to hold a knife anymore?

"Respiratory alkalosis is a common symptom after mental hyperventilation. It is more common in patients with acute anxiety and hysteria. It's okay. If the first aid is timely, it will pass in a while."

The mourner's calm and indifferent voice was like a scalpel, cutting through all the troublesome lesions on his body in an instant.

Then a clattering plastic bag fell down.It covered Yanke's sweaty lower half of his face.The mourner rested his hands on Yan Ke's cheeks to fix the plastic bag, under the warm and dim light, his pale handsome face was close at hand.

"Puff-breath, yes, slow down your pace." The warm breath blew gently on the pillow and ear, "Puff-breath. Ph-breath."

(TBC)