No matter how experienced the detective is, no matter how alert the knight is, they all appear helpless in the face of supernatural forces.

After a period of investigation, the Knights announced on the spot that according to the jurisdictional laws, the matter would be taken over by the Dark Goddess Church.

Reason: The incident occurred at night.

According to this logic, if someone dies during the day and supernatural factors are involved, wouldn’t the Sun Goddess Church be responsible?

If someone dies on a train or steamer, it will be handled by the believers of the God of Steam.

Of course, the premise is that there is such a thing as the God of Steam, and the believers who believe in the sun may not necessarily think that she is a woman... Lu Li is a new arrival, and he has traveled through time in the body, so he does not understand the situation at all.

Where is the guide?

The University of Michigan is not so boring that it needs a test, is it an exchange student from a brother school?

As he complained helplessly, a hand was placed on Lu Li's shoulder, and a voice came from behind:

"Senior Lu?"

There was uncertainty in his tone.

A child who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old was severely malnourished. He did not mean any harm, and his fighting instinct had no warning. Therefore, Lu Li kept letting him get close, thinking that the other person was just passing by. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the contact person.

"That's right."

Lu Li suppressed his thoughts, turned around, shook the suitcase in his hand, and asked curiously: "Are you a preparatory student? You are too young."

"No, I just received the admission notice a few days ago and am going to report to school in two weeks."

"plz follow me."

After speaking, Yang Kai shook his head, with a trace of confusion and helplessness on his face.

As an experienced actor, Lu Li believed that he had no trace of acting.

Time goes back to ten days ago.

Yang Kai looked up from the heavy pile of paper and felt pain all over his body.

Severe pain came from all parts of the body, as if someone had put him in a sack, hung him up and beaten him for three days and nights.

Isn't that just cutting another book?

Yang Kai now recalls his innocence at that time and feels dumbfounded.

He is an online novelist. Just the day before, he cut off a novel that had been serialized for many years with a knife in tears, but the results were not very satisfactory.

When I was sad, I made an exception and drank a little wine, fell asleep on the computer desk, and then dreamed that I was being hung up and beaten by a subscriber.

Since my feet were off the ground, I couldn't even dodge, and the hanging part was pulled by my body's weight. It was too painful, even more painful than using a knife to commit suicide...

"Hey, if I had known better, I wouldn't have become a eunuch."

However, when his vision returned, Yang Kai found himself in an extremely unfamiliar environment.

Where is the computer?

What about the keyboard?

What about the canned cocktails and refreshing chocolates placed on the table?

A series of doubts popped up, but they were suppressed by Yang Kai. He forced himself to calm down and carefully observed the surrounding environment.

In front of him is a log desk, which is filled with kraft books and thread-bound books, and in the center is a stack of blank paper manuscripts with a pen on top.

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It seems to be inlaid with gold and diamonds.

Therefore, Yang Kai, who had a vague premonition that he had traveled through time, felt a little more stable.

After all, it is difficult to live without money. In any case, if the economic conditions are better, there is no need to worry about livelihood.

But as his eyes shifted around, Yang Kai began to become pessimistic again.

As we all know, not all places are qualified to be called rooms. The place he is currently in is just a "doghouse" and a beast's den.

The ceiling is very low. If you raise your toes a little, there will be an extra bag on your head.

Not far away, there was a strange lounge chair covered with a tattered bedspread, and the room was one-third full.

A log table, a wing-back chair, three large wooden boxes, a mechanical device similar to a water dispenser, and a small storage cabinet that doubles as a clothes hanger are the residence. Even turning around seems very reluctant.

"This place..."

Before time travel, although life was very difficult, it was not so poor——

There was nothing on the floor, and the walls and ceiling were almost covered with bloodstains and stains.

Each bloodstain represents a life violently murdered, including blowflies, giant mosquitoes, and various unknown bugs.

There is no doubt that future homes will still be pest-infested places.

At this moment, he had already imagined a scenario:

A third-rate writer spends all day writing in his terrible doghouse. He has no friends or relatives. He is a lonely person, painful and contradictory. Sometimes he feels that life is full of tragedy, and sometimes he is full of hope.

Because, as time goes by, a new story is born, which not only entrusts hard work and feelings, but also reawakens the creator's expectations for life:

Once it is successfully published, it means that you have gained the approval of the editor and gained readers, thereby improving your troubled life and continuing to devote yourself to the industry you love with peace of mind.

"What's this?"

Inadvertently, Yang Kai noticed that there were two letters on the messy desk. Apparently, they had been opened and the paint had peeled off.

The first letter.

[To Mr. Yang Kai, as always.

The newspaper is still in the preparatory stage, but is about to open, and we look forward to receiving articles.]

The letter contains only two lines.

While reading, a stream of memory fragments emerged from an unknown area. Yang Kai stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he held the table in time to avoid the tragedy of losing his face.

Yang Kai, seventeen years old, is a young writer who became famous at a young age. He wrote his first book two years ago, with a suspense theme, and received a lot of rewards.

Due to the death of both his parents and the lack of discipline from his elders, he made friends with some unscrupulous publishers, and under the leadership of his friends, he indulged in the meaningless fragrance of women, and lived a decadent life for two years in the sunny city of his hometown.

Women, after all, are refreshing herbs.

In order to ensure that he had enough money to squander, he began to write shoddily, publishing two novels in one month in a row. They had no logic, poor settings, and large sections of sentences that were not smooth.

Two years have passed.

The initial accumulation of popularity and popularity among passers-by have all been ruined, to the point where everything is reversed.

No matter what the content of the novel is, as long as it is signed under that pen name, it will definitely be labeled as garbage and placed in an unnoticed corner of the bookcase.

The publishers who were so enthusiastic at first were so unlucky that they refused to even see him again.

The friends who were playing together looted all the valuables in his home, leaving only a mess on the floor and a pen made of gold, fine steel, and broken diamonds.

It escaped death by being locked in a drawer.

"After losing everything, I sold my last property and moved to the capital city of Londinos. I began to concentrate on actual creation, trying to regain my inspiration and my love for stories back then."

"Oh, it's too late to wake up."

"Also, Londinos, Londinos..."

"London? No matter the name, the degree of class differentiation, or living habits, it all looks like a foggy city in the Victorian era."

After receiving a large number of unfamiliar memories, Yang Kai slowly sat up straight and turned his head to look at the half-length mirror attached to the cabinet.

His pale and sickly complexion, thin figure, and deep-set eye sockets made his height of 1.85 meters look particularly weird.

Don't get me wrong, this is not overindulgence.

Neither are dark circles.

In fact, it was long-term malnutrition and writing manuscripts that were reversed day and night that destroyed a body that was not healthy to begin with.

However, looking at the familiar face in the mirror, Yang Kai couldn't care less and fell into deep thought.

Could it be a coincidence?

Same name.

The appearance is almost the same.

Even the occupations they engage in are quite different.

One writes online novels in an era of advanced technology and information, while the other writes physical novels in a backward world that has not yet entered the electronic age.

"The only difference is that no matter how downcast I am in this world, I still lived in a villa close to the sea and lived a life of luxury and luxury."

It's not that the soul can penetrate and occupy other people's bodies.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Yang Kai was inclined to this answer: he replaced himself offline in this world.

All heavens and worlds, parallel worlds.

Whether you are a web writer or an old bookworm, you are no stranger to these two words.

"Is this a punishment for the eunuch?"

"If I don't think of a way to make money, I won't even be able to afford living in such a shabby house next month."

As an online writer, Yang Kai has a pretty good tolerance for such bizarre things.

Moreover, he couldn't find a way to go back for the time being, so he could only try his best to improve his life. Not only did he immediately have a villa near the sea and stay away from the kennel, he also had to earn a considerable amount of royalties and take good care of his body.

certainly……
Chapter completed!