How to break if you just want to be a writer?

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

When I was struggling with why the client hadn't arrived yet, a client approached me.

No matter how you look at it, this is too much of a coincidence.

What's more, this person also knows my identity and origin, and understands that I am looking for customers and collecting souls who volunteer.

I have to admit that when this client came to me, I was more surprised than happy.

"You know what I do? How do you know me?"

The customer who took the initiative to deliver it to the door was a man who had reached middle age.He has the problems that many men at this age have, such as baldness, such as beer belly.

For privacy's sake, I'll call him Mr. A.

The clothes and watches worn by Mr. A are all famous brands, which are expensive.

It is also well maintained, clean and tidy.

The only thing that is not good is that it is too old.

The upper-class people, whether it is for face or face, all dress up glamorously.There is no one like the Mr. A in front of him.

I guess, he may have fallen into poverty, or he may have gone bankrupt.

It turns out that my guess was right.

This Mr. A was indeed bankrupt, that's why he approached him.

Mr. A told me.

"The legend about the witch has been raging for thousands of years. Many people only think it is a story, and only a few people know it is the truth. And I am one of those few people."

Hearing this, I suddenly realized.

In fact, I have also heard the legend of the witch, but I didn't take it seriously before.It wasn't until I saw the real witch and experienced her magic that I fully believed it.

Mr. A continued.

"The reason why I know you are the spokesperson of the witch is actually because of those vegetables and fruits. They are too discerning, and it is impossible to recognize them. In fact, when your vegetables and fruits are served on the table, many Everyone knows your identity. It's just that everyone pretends to be confused and doesn't say anything."

I immediately understood why I was able to get on the boats of those big hotels so easily.Not only because of the good quality of these vegetables and fruits, but also because the people behind it deliberately sell face to the witch.

If it weren't for the face of being a witch, I might be able to become a supplier of agricultural products.It's just that the speed will be much slower, not as fast as it is now.In the eyes of some people, it can be called a miracle.

After I figured out these things, I stopped talking nonsense and went directly to the topic.

"Are you looking for a witch for something?"

After hearing such words, Mr. A seemed to have touched some mechanism.He suddenly lost his previous calm and became hysterical.

"I want money, a lot of money. Money that will allow me to make a comeback and be great again."

I was taken aback for a moment, and reminded me very professionally.

"Sir, you must understand that there is no such thing as a free lunch."

"I know," Mr. A returned to his original form and said with a smile, "I'm ready."

Although I don't quite understand why Mr. A would sell his soul for money...

Hmm... Isn't this sentence very visual?

In fact, there are many people in the world who sell their souls for money.

But I still don't understand, really don't understand.

But having money is good, you can buy a lot of things and do a lot of things.

When I became rich, I went crazy, bought a lot of unnecessary things, and spent a lot of money.

From my own point of view, it's really hard to say anything to others.

So I just nodded and took Mr. A to the Witch's Courtyard.

Mr. A looked around and realized suddenly.

"It turns out that witches do not exist in the world, no wonder they are always missing."

I smiled, pushed open the courtyard door, and asked Mr. A to come in.

In fact, I understand what Mr. A is talking about. Maybe I didn't understand it before, but after staying here for a long time, I understand it.

I would like to ask, there is a courtyard between two high-rise buildings, and there are fields, orchards, and chicken farms in the courtyard. Is this normal?

It doesn't look normal at first glance, okay?

I have seen the internal planning map of the city, and there is no witch's courtyard at all, and normal people can't see the witch's courtyard, just think that there is nothing between the two high-rise buildings.

Of course, this doesn't mean that there is such a large open space between the two high-rise buildings, and others just can't see the witch's courtyard above.

In fact, the space in that place is very small, and the real coordinates of the witch's garden are in nothingness.Only in the eyes of those who can see, the two high-rise buildings are moved aside out of thin air, leaving a space.

This explanation is somewhat mysterious and somewhat unrealistic.But that's the truth, there's no denying it.

I took Mr. A into the courtyard, sent it to the witch, and then went out to prepare refreshments.

When I came back, Mr. A was already kneeling in front of the witch, begging bitterly.

My eyebrows are pleasing to the eye, and I am as quiet as a chicken.

No matter what happens, don't move like a mountain.

Finally, the deal was done.

The witch took out the contract and asked Mr. A to sign it.

After the death of Mr. A, the soul will automatically belong to the witch.

During this period, Mr. A can get a sum of money and spend it as he wants without any restrictions.

This is nothing, it belongs to the content of the transaction.

But when I looked at the familiar card, my eyeballs almost fell out.

Because that's my money, my money!

As a result, all of them were sent out now, and nothing was kept.

I played with my fingers and said nothing.

Send it out and send it out, and earn it later.

Anyway, those vegetables and fruits belonged to the witch, and the money sold should belong to her.

Although I have some credit, but so what?With my current basic necessities of life, it is enough to offset that salary.

After the contract was signed, I sent Mr. A away again.

It's just that when Mr. A went out from the courtyard, I found that there was an extra lock in his body.

An unremarkable, very ordinary lock.

Logically speaking, this is nothing.But appearing in a person's body, that's no small matter.In other words, this is not the body, but the soul.

This image only appeared for a moment, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Some people may think this is an illusion, but I know it is not.So I turned around and asked the Witch about the reason.

Why ask the witch?Because I swear on my soul, it definitely has something to do with the witch.

Sure enough, the witch answered me.

"This is a soul lock, and its function is to lock a person's soul."

After hearing such words, I think I understand.

"With this lock, he can't escape, right? It's a bit like positioning."

"Do not."

The witch vetoed it.

I was puzzled and asked boldly.

"What is that function? I thought it was positioning."

The witch explained: "The lock can lock the state of a soul, in case he changes his mind in the future. As a human being, you probably know better than me how capricious human beings are."

I can't refute it, and I don't know how to refute it.

He could only silently lower his head without saying a word.

However, I never expected that after a short time, Mr. A came to the door again.

This time, he also brought his wife, a weak and docile woman.

******

"I thought Mr. A's plot was over, but I didn't expect there to be more."

Yamashita Jizhen was convinced, really convinced.

"I have a hunch that this is a long, big novel. Write it well and keep going."

Kurokawa Kana smiled and nodded in affirmation.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2513:43:45~2020-06-2617:41:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of ban tired;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!