Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

On an ordinary morning, Shenshang Shuo opened his eyes normally.

Sitting up in a normal way, he looked around in a normal way.

The room was so shabby that there were only tables, chairs and beds, he was stunned under the covers, then suddenly turned over and sat up, looking at the front wall in a daze, back and forth, left, right, left, right, and right. He couldn't find the eye-catching seven-story bookcase in his room, and he was so shocked that he couldn't sleep at all.

These days... are there still people who steal books?

Like a squirrel that has only been carried to a granary, it is stunned in place, its moist eyes are misty, and it is staring at the white wall in a daze, with an indescribable pitifulness.

He slowly jumped out of the bed, knelt and sat on the quilt, his toes carefully protruded from the pajamas, like a poor kitten who had just arrived, paws bit by bit to pull his chilly pajamas.Wait, why do plush pajamas get cold?

He stared blankly at the tattered undergarments that had completely changed, and tremblingly stroked his chest with his fingertips. There used to be a flannelette pocket, but now he could only touch the bare white chest when he flicked it in. His fingers trembled with ice.

What happened to this pajamas that looked like they had been chopped by a kitchen knife?

Something cold and sharp flashed through his mind, a silver-gray blade?Or a shard of the blade?He tidied himself up tremblingly with shaking hands, and came out after changing into clean and tidy clothes.

Shen Shangshuo buttoned the top button of his shirt with his left hand, and pushed open the window with his right hand. He was about to poke his head out of the window to see the surrounding environment——“Boom!” The bomb exploded with a bang, and the flying shrapnel almost sliced ​​off his head.

He was so frightened that his waist was weak, his spine was stiff, and even the non-existent airplane ears slipped out and bent.The black suits in the distance are still dragging their bodies to fight, holding on to the window lattice, almost helpless, thinking, what is this place? Will gang fights still threaten the safety of civilians?

After spending some time examining the current body and sorting out the information around him, Shenshang Shuo found that this body was the same height as before. changed.

"I've time-traveled and become an unemployed person with an inheritance?" Shenshang Shuo murmured, "This is really...a perfect identity." His expression became blurred for a moment, his eyes Like lights, overlapping, cold and desolate.

How lucky it is to have such a small building isolated from the world.Here, no one will affect his creed of living cleanly, and he can live quietly here alone, no one can see, no one knows, it is perfect.

He fell into the quilt and rubbed his white hair on the pillow coquettishly, leaving a few faint red marks, but his eyes looked at the front in a daze, just opened, like two tarnished Glass beads embedded in the face.

However, if a person wants to live, he must waste about 90.00% of the resources, so those things that have to be done are tied up like a mess, making people breathless.And Mr. Shenshang who inhabits here is like a hibernating little animal. After dozens of days curled up in the soft nest built up, he exhausted the food he had originally stored. In order to live cleanly, he had to dress neatly. , stepped out of the gate in another world for the first time.

While walking slowly on the road, he naturally observed the terroir of the place because he had nothing to do. The moment he woke up and opened the window on the first day was still fresh in his memory.Maybe he wanted to comfort himself, he observed the "natural color" like a quick-witted little animal looking for a protective color.In any case, the place was unduly cold.

It was still noon, but the pace of pedestrians on the road was abnormally fast, their faces seemed to be buried deeply, as if there was a cold ghost grinding their teeth at the back of their necks, and they had to walk forward with trembling.But do the people here deeply hate the prying eyes of evil spirits?Or have you already gotten used to the existence of evil spirits?This is unknown, he tilted his head, smiled apologetically at the startled passer-by, turned his head and walked away.

Clamping his coat tightly, the white-haired boy walked forward according to the prescribed pace. After walking about a dozen steps, a child suddenly jumped out of the alley next to him, and he was rushed out like a cloud of wind, and even fell down. Staggered and fell to one side.

He leaned on the wall, barely steadying himself.Seeing the child rushing over without saying a word and not looking back, Shen Shangshuo touched the windbreaker with an inexplicable expression, paused with his fingertips, then raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and a few syllables disappeared Between the lips, the blood vessels surged, the icicles swirled, and a wall of ice rose straight across the front of the child. The eye sockets of the running child were slightly enlarged, and he wanted to turn around in a hurry, but it was too late , The excessive inertia caused him to slam into the ice wall suddenly, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Shenshang stepped forward calmly, and slowly erected an ice cage around the child. He tapped the ice blade, pointed his eyes at the child on the ground like ice picks, and said quietly, "Kid, wallet, what are you doing?" Come back.", the tone is flat, the words are still clear, the sentence does not have much ups and downs, but the child in front of him jumps like a frightened rabbit.

"What? I didn't take anything from you!" The child struggled violently, his eyes bulged like a pair of small copper bells, his chest heaved violently, and he shouted as if he had suffered a great injustice.

He originally wanted the young man in front of him to retreat, but he didn't know that the man in front of him was not moved by his momentum at all, his eyes were still clear and clear, which made people feel frightened.

He vaguely felt that the person in front of him was not as sick and wealthy as he looked, and he was not a fat sheep that was easy to attack, so he couldn't help but panic, "You, what do you want to do! I can be a member of the sheep, yes, I, I am a member of the sheep Member! The King of Sheep...you have heard of the King of Sheep! If you don’t let me go, just wait for the King of Sheep’s revenge!” The child hurriedly spit out a few names as if grasping at a straw, Immediately, he became complacent as if he had won a gold medal for avoiding death, and ordered in a tone as if he was the so-called king of sheep, "You, let me go, as long as you apologize to me properly, no, hand it over by the way." The money on your body, today's account will be settled like this! Do you hear me!" He mustered up the courage to meet the man's eyes, but he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

The man's eyes... were terribly empty.

Shen Shangshuo didn't seem to perceive the rich mental activities of the child in front of him, maybe he sensed it but didn't care much, he just wanted to take the wallet back to do the shopping, it's enough trouble to come out once, if there is a second time , That is simply the existence of a bolt from the blue, so the use of the recently discovered supernatural ability is purely because he can't catch up, and it is a convenient enough way to lock it up.But such a simple wish was not conveyed to the child in front of him, he seemed to be making more trouble, and kept thumping about in the cage.

Having experienced an inexplicable trouble, he only felt that the child in front of him was too noisy, and for a moment he just wanted to get his wallet and go back early to have a quiet time.

So the child was horrified to find that the person in front of him not only didn't want to let go of the confinement at all, but looked at him with eyes like watching buzzing mosquitoes. Ice, the finely broken icicles meandered on the ground with him as the center, spiraled up from the child's feet, spread to the limbs, and suddenly locked into icicles, the whole person was imprisoned in the cold Ice, the white-haired boy moved his fingers a few times, and a bladed ice knife "stabbed" and cut open the child's pocket, and a light coffee-colored wallet fell out, and was pushed by the ice clusters to the boy's hand .

"Isn't this a wallet? Then, goodbye." As if he had settled a troublesome matter, he subdued his brows and eyes, and flicked on the wallet, leaving without any regrets, leaving a frost on the ground.

"Sheep, the sheep will never let you go-." The embarrassing voice behind him barked like a puppy on a chain, making an unconscious "whoosh" sound.

That kid, Fujiki Rintaro, felt that he was really unlucky.He followed that strange man all the way, with his slender figure, abnormally pale complexion, and his arbitrary behavior when shopping and paying the bill, no matter how you look at it, he is just a helpless young man, who knows, who knows!He thought indignantly, it was obviously a person with good abilities, but he pretended to be weak to seduce him, and then shamelessly humiliated him like that!

Fujiki Rintaro was wet all over, but his eyes were red, like a drowned rooster, he was full of ferocious thoughts about how to tell Nakahara Chuya how he was bullied, how bad that person was, how How not to take him seriously, no, not to take "sheep" seriously, and not to take the title of "King of Sheep" in Zhongye of the Central Plains seriously!As if he had gained something to rely on, a few hoarse laughter rolled out of his throat, and he made a faint "hissing" sound, which made people tremble.

"Miso, curry, sushi vinegar..." His resentment did not reach God's ears at all. At this moment, he is like a little squirrel, carefully inspecting the "nuts" for the winter.Shen Shangshuo's expression is obviously serious. He carefully compares the label, brand, production and storage date with a high degree of concentration, turning a blind eye to the glitches caused by the surrounding color.It's no distraction, he thought to himself, that's someone completely irrelevant.

Therefore, although the combination of large and small daily necessities and food with the handsome boy is strange and eye-catching, the center of the line of sight is still unconcerned, concentrating on gathering food for the small nest, diligently supporting the oversized The package went to the residence.

"Bookstore?" Subconsciously bypassing the obstacles on the way when he came, Shen Shangshuo found a surprise, "The books in this world should be different from the original ones. There will be many good books that I haven't read." With such expectations in mind, the boy went straight into the bookstore, walking lightly, like a cat that had found a new ball of wool. His eyes, which were usually stable, were moistened, shimmering and shimmering among the bookshelves, and occasionally found something that met his heart. The cover slogan of , stand on tiptoe, raise your hand, and flip the book in one go.

However, this smooth and perfect process came to an abrupt end when he savored it carefully, Shenshang Shuo was completely choked, and even choked with tears in his eyes.

"What... is this written?" It was like eating a molecular cuisine made into a fish shape, filled with mustard sauce, biting it down, not only the tips of the ears and nose were irritated, but also the throat was hoarse and smoky, coughing He couldn't stop, not only did his tail stop shaking under the excessive impact, but even his eyes became hazy, and Li Ri disappeared.

"Why does such a book, such a third-rate writing, get such an honor, and swagger into the so-called masterpiece..." Shen Shangshuo flipped through one after another, looking for comfort, and was hit one after another Wounded to pieces, he staggered and closed his eyes.

The literary giants of this world...have all accidents happened?They are all from a Japanese background, the world view is fairly normal, and the degree of abnormality in the environment is not obvious. How could there be such a literary collapse?Is there any evil organization here that specializes in assassinating writers? "Under the shock, there was a short-term confusion in thinking, and there was a non-negligible deviation.

God is a person who has no interest in interacting with people, even more fearful, but has great enthusiasm for words. After all, life cannot be like a beast and just meet the physical needs. The comfort of the brain is obviously It is essential, but borrowing external forces such as alcohol obviously does not meet his standard of living cleanly. After all, the existence of dead mud is not elegant, and it is accompanied by dirt.

However, this world is a different kind among different kinds, like a glacier falling from the sky, pouring down on my heart with a "crash", making my limbs cold and my thoughts stiff.

He shuffled his feet and thought, this world is so difficult, Lord God.