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Save the Villains Committee

I'm stupid I may have encountered a neuropathy.

I looked at the smiling young man in front of me, and then looked down at the bright red flyer in my hand——

Due to the launch of various villain whitewashing systems, villain traversal systems, and villain rescue systems, the number of pure villains has decreased day by day, and the status of villains has become precarious.

Therefore, the Committee to Rescue the Villains came into being!

Our aim is to reject all moments that move the villains, protect all dark forces, and let the seeds of evil take root and grow in this bright pure land!

We hope that one day the villains will have no psychological shadow, no guilt, and no hesitation when they do evil.The villains can be handsome and beautiful without worrying about being taken to the right path, and they can freely use their wisdom instead of racking their brains to make up a gloomy past.

I believe that with the strength of everyone, this day will eventually come!

I raised my head, and the young man was still staring at me expectantly.

"Sir, do you want to join the club?"

No, I probably didn't encounter a neuropathy, but encountered a fake MLM organization.

I straightened my tie and cleared my throat.

"It's a hidden camera, I've already seen through it, so you don't have to expect my reaction."

The young man showed a bewildered expression of unknown reason, and his acting skills were so realistic that I almost believed it.

"Sir, you misunderstood, we are serious."

I took out my mobile phone: "If you play again, I will call the police."

He froze for a moment and said, "This is troublesome."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let me go. In the Internet age, some young people really have no lower limit for doing spoof video blogging gimmicks.

I shoved the flyer back into his hand, and was about to forget about this episode and go home and take a hot bath to make a good salted fish, but he grabbed my wrist with his backhand.

"I'm really going to call the police..."

He interrupted me and asked softly.

"Do you like novels, sir?"

Sir, do you like novels?

Not only do I like it, I also secretly wrote a lot, but that was all when I was young and frivolous.

I said, "So what if you like it, what does it have to do with your messy flyers."

His eyes lit up, which is the look I have seen countless times, the eyes that the boss will show when he sees a client who is hooked.

"Sir, do you know that there are still many people who are huddled in a place with a square meter and a half, coding day and night?"

The obviously mentally abnormal youth told me.

"The villain is dying."

The villain?

Who cares about their lives, I hate those annoying villains when I read the book.He is not lovable, and destroys the happiness of the protagonist everywhere, clamoring to conquer the world every day, it is really bad.

He glanced at me: "If you're really not interested, I won't force it."

After speaking, he let go of his hand and walked behind me.

"and many more."

I spurned myself while stopping him.

"Which villain do you think is going to die?"

"The spread of villain syndrome has made the living environment of villains even worse. We have to take action to protect endangered villains and rebuild a pure land." The young man who called himself Anle introduced.

I was confused: "So you are going to euthanize them?"

Ignoring my sarcasm, he took an extra-thick stack of books from the shelf.

"Number 0018 is our goal today."

I folded my arms and looked at it for a long time. From the title to the cover of the book, it was revealed that it was a set of stinky and long stallion novels. I really couldn't see any mystery.

"We need to be quick," An Le said, "This writer has to update [-] words a day and can only sleep for five hours."

"[-] words," I was speechless, "he is a robot."

An Le smiled: "Don't underestimate the dual effects of creative enthusiasm and life pressure."

"Tch, what's the big deal, I could write ten hours a day when I was in middle school."

After I finished speaking, I immediately covered my mouth and glanced at the people beside me, annoyed that I had lost the poise of an adult.

An Le shook her head with a half-smile, and held my hand.

"Let's go."

"How do I get there...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before I finished speaking, a golden light suddenly lit up in the ordinary series of stallion novels, and in the next second, my world spun.

I squeezed my arm resolutely, gasping for breath from the pain, and finally convinced that I had experienced a plot that only exists in magical movies, and fell into a book.

"Number 0018, the world destroyer, right?"

An Le flipped through the booklet in his hand and asked.

The villain No. 0018, who is tall and ugly, with a vulgar name, didn't lift his head, staring intently at the mask in his hand.

An Le asked again, but still did not get a response, he sighed helplessly.

Only then did I look at the whole space with peace of mind. The white walls on all sides were covered with masks, which looked very creepy at first glance.

I whispered to An Le: "Is this villain specialized in skinning people?"

An Le shook his head and said, "He did it all with his own hands."

I was instantly shocked by the three views, and then looked at the fake masks on the wall, and felt an indescribable feeling.

"It's a pity that he is not an artist." I sighed.

An Le said: "You understand why the villain is on the verge of extinction, right?"

I seemed to understand a little bit, but felt that there were more blind spots. Just as I asked carefully, the immovable villain finally stood up.

"I'm going to play in three hours," said the villain. "According to the plot, female devil No. 098 will fall in love with me at first sight, but I haven't finished my mask yet. I'm sorry I don't have time to entertain you."

"Don't you have hundreds of masks?" I couldn't help but say.

He raised his head, the red light in his eyes flashed, and his ferocious expression scared me so much that I almost screamed out of nowhere.

"It's all been used," said the villain.

"Is that much used up?" I exclaimed.

"Now readers only like villains who are evil, charming and mad. When writing an ugly character like me, the author has already received negative points for [-] chapters."

I don't know if it's my illusion, but there seems to be sadness in the villain's tone.

"In the following one thousand and thirty chapters, three villains 210, big and small, appeared. In fact, I was wearing a mask, but the readers didn't know it. They thought the author finally knew how to cater to the taste of the public."

The villain flipped his hand, and I saw a line written on the back of the mask——

The eyebrows fly into the temples, the eyes are like stars, and the nose is like a gall.

An Le said: "You don't need to be like this. Your author's original intention was to write an upgraded and smooth article. What you need is a powerful big devil, so you were created."

The villain said: "I also miss the days when I fought innocently with the protagonist, instead of wearing a mask to deceive strange female devils every day like now, but it's useless. No one wants to read pure and cool articles now."

An Le said: "Who said there is no, isn't your author the first reader?"

The villain froze.

An Le closed the manual.

"Number 0018, your author will turn on the computer in two hours and 26 minutes and look through the document."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed my wrist, opened his legs, and walked forward without looking back.

The white wall began to extend backwards, like a long tunnel, I couldn't help turning my head, and caught a glimpse of a jumping dark fire in the corner of my eye.

"Is he all right?"

The corner of An Le's mouth curled up: "Hellfire is the ultimate skill of the World Exterminating Demon King."

The writer who had to update [-] words a day climbed out of bed pale after getting less than five hours of sleep. The first thing he did was to turn on the computer to check yesterday's documents.

Staring at the chicken coop head, the writer rubbed his eyes vigorously, put on his glasses, scanned ten lines at a glance, and then thumped his forehead with a headache.

"Did I paste the morning setting in again?"

He sat on the bench and quickly deleted those long-abandoned words, but he stopped his fingers while deleting, staring at the screen stiffly, as if lost in thought.

With a swipe of An Le's hand, the author's haggard side face under the dim light became the last picture on the book.

"That's one of our day jobs."

I asked, "Does villain syndrome mean that the villain is not free to do bad things?"

He gave me an ambiguous answer: "You can assume it is."

I was so angry that my teeth itched, he ignored my teeth and claws, and took down the next book again.

"It looks like you're adjusting well, so let's move on."

Second mission?

Number 0120 is a female devil with a beautiful face. It is said that she was originally a promising fairy, but fell in love with an unintentional person and fell into a devil.

I sighed: "It's a pity."

The female devil picked her bright red nails and raised her eyebrows: "Is it a pity?"

I nodded: "Young lady, how can I be a thief."

The witch smiled: "Look, who doesn't like such a drama."

When she smiled, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her eyes were like silk, and I blushed uncontrollably when I saw her.

Only An Le remained calm as usual: "You don't like it."

The witch said: "So what, the story is beyond my control."

I wondered: "Don't you like that person?"

The female devil sneered, and said contemptuously: "I have practiced for thousands of years, and finally I have acquired the magic power to reach the sky, and I can live recklessly. Why bother to break myself for a mere mortal."

"But," I said, "didn't you become a demon for the sake of the unintentional?"

The female devil's smile froze, she lowered her eyes, and said leisurely: "It is indeed an unintentional person."

An Le said: "Your author originally regarded you as a goddess and portrayed you as spotless, but unfortunately changed the setting midway."

The female devil chuckled: "There is no goddess in the world, only white lotus, scheming bitch."

An Le said: "Have you ever been fooled that the author couldn't bear to be abused by Hei Zi, so he set up a sadomasochistic relationship for you, which gave you a miserable life experience?"

The female devil said: "They really love and hate me, so what. When I am good, I am the most compassionate female fairy in the three realms. When I am bad, I will also be the most ruthless female fairy in the three realms."

An Le said: "Your awareness is very high, why did you lie to show weakness when the protagonist pressed you?"

The female devil did not speak, twisted a lock of long hair, and slowly wrapped it around her hand.

She was still doing it until we left.

I gloated and asked An Le: "Mission failed?"

An Le shrugged: "Maybe."

I didn't care about the image anymore, and threw a set of combined punches childishly at his back.

"No, no, no."

The writer jumped at the manuscript paper scattered all over the floor.

"She shouldn't have admitted it face to face. The timing of revealing her identity was three years earlier. It's messed up, all messed up!"

The writer jumped and jumped, and suddenly squatted down.

"You have a thousand years of cultivation, and your thoughts are exquisite and clear, how can you not see through, how can you not see through..."

Seeing this, An Le closed the book and ticked off the second task.

I said with mixed feelings: "For the female devil, the unintentional person is actually the writer who created her and abandoned her once."

An Le's answer is still awkward: "Maybe."

My forehead twitched, and I couldn't help rolling up my sleeves.

An Le looked at his watch: "Speaking of which, don't you have to go to work?"

"..."

Bad, bad.