Li Yao was still thinking about what happened during the day.
Although he was far away from the Internet novelist at the time and did not see the scene clearly, but whether it was an illusion or not, he seemed to hear the chandelier breaking and falling, and the Internet novelist's muscles and bones breaking.
Later, when the crowd was in commotion and people were running away, he also faintly saw the bright red blood on the booth, like a winding snake, sticking out its tongue at him, trying to convey some message to him.
Later, I heard the news that the online novelist had died of serious injuries and sadly passed away.
In modern society, information is developed.
Most young people have seen many accidents and bloody and brutal videos, and their psychological endurance is not that bad.
But Li Yao's heart was still beating wildly, and his mind was filled with this matter.
Is it... fear?
No, in addition to fear, there is more doubt, and there is something indescribable that is constantly flowing in the circuits of the brain.
Li Yao thought again of the deaths of Gilson and Takaya Yoshihiro, two masters in the fields of Eastern and Western fantasy and animation.
After fermenting for most of the day, these two incidents have caused an uproar in the small circle of fantasy literature and animation lovers.
Various half-true posts are flying everywhere, as well as spontaneous condolences from netizens.
It stands to reason that Li Yao is not a particularly enthusiastic fan of fantasy literature or comics, so there is no need to join in the fun.
But he couldn't help but read the news about the passing of the two masters again and again, not missing every photo, and comparing the two pieces of news with the accident at the animation festival.
He didn't know why he did this.
A Fuso cartoonist who loves mahjong and a ruthless Western fantasy literature master, plus a local online novel writer - there is no similarity at all, and there is no possibility of any connection.
Although it is a bit of a coincidence that accidents happened almost at the same time, there are so many authors of fantasy, science fiction, and fantasy literature in the world, as well as a large number of cartoonists and animation game producers, and there are ten times more people in the industry, so it would not be a coincidence if an accident happened. strangeness.
But Li Yao just felt, just felt...
Looking out through the slanting wind and drizzle on the balcony, the entire Jiangnan University Town was shining with dim fireworks in the twilight.
It had just been repaired not far away, and the roar of cars came from the elevated highway that ran through the city.
The campus was everywhere They are all colorful flower umbrellas, forming a world as gorgeous as a kaleidoscope.
This world seems to be a little more monotonous than it was a second ago.
No, not now, to be more precise, when the hot headlight fell from the sky and hit the online novel writer's head, Li Yao felt that the "color" of the entire world became more monotonous and bleak than the previous second.
A little bit.
It's like a world originally composed of eighteen thousand colors has been reduced by one color, leaving only seventeen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine colors.
Perhaps, one day, the whole world will become black and white, and even black and white will not exist, leaving only a dead gray, forever and ever.
"What kind of hysteria am I having?"
Li Yao woke up from his trance, couldn't help laughing, and hit his head hard, "Have you read too many novels or had too many strange dreams?
What are all these random thoughts in your mind?"
It's graduation season now.
The students are busy writing papers, doing internships, looking for jobs, and facing the first wave of impact that society will bring to them.
Li Yao's grades and family were ordinary, but not enough to allow him to be detached and daydream all day long.
He doesn't have a strong sense of professionalism or ambition, but he hasn't degenerated to the point where he loses his ambition or gives up on himself.
Anyway, he is just an ordinary person among the three thousand mortals.
He lives how others live, and he can't compete with others.
Long live sixty is fine - isn't this the case for most of the six to seven billion people in the world?
"Stop thinking about these useless things."
Li Yao took a deep breath, stretched his hands out to the balcony, caught a handful of cold raindrops, and rubbed his hot face vigorously, "If you daydream all day, can you still do a good job?
Starting from tomorrow, I really can't If you continue to degenerate like this, you must prepare your graduation thesis carefully. , and also attend job fairs, trying to find a job with greater development opportunities, buy a house, buy a car, marry a wife, have children...
Having said that, it is really hard to find a job this year, and now the housing prices are so high, I don’t know why.
How long will it take to get a down payment?
Who will marry you if you don’t have a house?”
Li Yao sighed, feeling powerless in his bones.
It always felt like there was an invisible film covering his head and head, making him unable to see the direction, unable to breathe, and even less energetic.
Perhaps, real life is like this, with a lot of pressure.
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Everyone must do their best and exhaust themselves to gain some breathing space in the steel jungle, and then they can be considered to have completed their responsibilities and missions.
It is better to be down-to-earth and compare prices.
After all, he is no longer at an age where he can dream irresponsibly.
You can't live in absurd dreams all your life, and you'll never grow up, right?
Li Yao shook his head vigorously, trying to throw away all the messy thoughts - the accident during the day, the death of the master of fantasy from the East and the West, including the lipstick-stained Tyrannosaurus rex in the dream.
He simply washed up, climbed into his own bunk bed, and threw the whole person into the bed.
His body was extremely tired, but his brain was extremely awake, resisting the idea of falling asleep - he didn't know if he would see it in a strange dream again after falling asleep.
What on earth is he supposed to do when he gets to that lipstick-smeared T-Rex that once again invites him to "wake up and fight."
Li Yao slid away his phone and prepared to browse some more news and posts.
In the WeChat pop-up window, Zhao Kai's profile picture flashed, but a link was sent to him - the website of the novel "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation".
It seemed that Zhao Kai was really fascinated and excited by it.
Li Yao was not originally in the mood to read novels - everyone said that starting from tomorrow, he should not be so degenerate anymore, he should work hard, struggle, study hard and make progress every day!
But, ahem, isn’t it not tomorrow yet?
Li Yao clicked on the link casually, ready to close the web page at any time.
Skipping the unknown title of the book, here is a slightly exaggerated introduction: ["This is a 'Sirius'-class crystal warship, weighing 390 million tons, controlled by 1,523 Qi-refining period cultivators, and the main control crystal brain calculates 90 million channels per second.
The power of his divine mind is comparable to that of the Yuanying old monster, and he can suppress a planet in an instant!"
Li Yaozhuo stood on the endless sea of stars, looking at the behemoth in front of him, silently calculating in his mind, "To dismantle this battleship into scrap metal, I need - 7 seconds!"
In the 40,000 years of cultivation, an ordinary border boy roared into the stars and dominated the galaxy in a passionate legend!
】 Seeing his name appearing in the introduction so grandly, looking majestic and serious, Li Yao didn't feel any excitement in his heart.
Instead, he felt a little embarrassed and wanted to laugh.
This introduction is so silly.
What kind of old monster Nascent Soul, what kind of computing power, what kind of main control crystal brain - these are all the same!
They are also roaring about the stars and dominating the Milky Way.
Today's authors can't even write about a battle between two villages, so they dare to write about the planet, the Milky Way, and the universe.
It's like a toad yawning, what a loud tone.
As for the word "hot blood", judging from Li Yao's limited experience in reading online novels, it means that the author will use a lot of exclamation points.
Li Yao yawned and slid the reading interface to the top.
Uh, isn't this a cultivation novel?
Why is it classified into the science fiction column?
If this "roaring stars, dominating the galaxy" thing can be considered science fiction, then the snail is also a cow.
Just the title, introduction and column divisions made Li Yao lose 90% of his interest.
However, fearing that Zhao Kai would ask about it tomorrow morning, he was still prepared to just skim a few chapters and deal with it.
Li Yao clicked "Read text" and opened the first chapter, which was called "Magic Weapon Tomb".
Magical weapon tomb?
For some reason, Li Yao's heartbeat was suddenly disrupted.
It was like a short needle, ten thousand times thinner than a hair and almost non-existent, lightly pricking his heart. wake up!
wake up!
The heroic spirit that has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, wake up!
The war has begun and the trumpets are roaring!
The multiverse sea needs you, we... need you!
"What the hell?
Are you worried about graduation and finding a job during this period?
You didn't sleep well, did you have a nervous breakdown?"
Li Yao dug his ears hard to clear out the annoying noise, rubbed his heart again, and continued reading.
【Rust Lake.
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Federal No. 23 Special Waste Disposal Site.
Also known as the "Magic Tomb".
With the continuous development of cultivation civilization, magic weapons that were once aloof and could only be used by cultivators have entered thousands of households and become an essential tool for ordinary people to travel at home, study and work.
While bringing convenience to life, it also produces a large amount of scrapped magic weapons and metal waste.
Most of these garbage magic weapons have a lot of residual spiritual power, which can easily cause radiation pollution.
The talisman formations used to construct the magic weapons are extremely unstable and even have the risk of exploding.
If left unchecked, they will cause great damage to the environment.
Therefore, there are always several "special garbage disposal sites" set up around every major city in the Federation to deal with scrapped magic weapons.
The No. 23 Special Waste Disposal Site is located in the southern suburbs of the federal training town "Fuge City"...]
Li Yao looked at these lines and was stunned for a long time.
Indeed, as Yu Xin said, the writing style is quite... rudimentary.
It can only barely explain things clearly, and the background setting is not too outstanding.
It is a common garbage dump opening for this kind of "pseudo-science fiction online", even if Li Yao He doesn't usually read many online novels, and he has read no less than ten similar junkyard novels.
He simply can't figure out why these authors are so passionate about junkyards, or whether they don't use their brains at all when they write them, just casually.
"Learned" something?
"This is a piece of pseudo-science fiction that can be found everywhere, is mediocre and shoddy, and there is no need to continue to waste time."
Li Yao bit his lip and warned himself in a sharp voice, "Stop reading, there is no need to read any more, don't continue, don't continue, don't continue!"