Feng Bujue opened his eyes, and what he saw was the faint, soft light inside the game cabin. Because of the previous day and a half of staying up all night, going to bed early, waking up, and sleeping again, the biological clock he had finally established, from sleeping at four in the morning to waking up naturally at noon, was disrupted.

　　At 2:30 in the morning, he disconnected his nerve connection, came out of the game cabin, and suddenly wanted to write something.

　　Opening the hatch, he stepped on a sticky, soft thing just as he took a step...

　　At this time, the room was very dark, and he was not wearing slippers, but only socks. In a very short moment, he made a very correct deduction: "This is not cat poop..." He lowered his head: "Return him meow What can it be!"

　　Twenty minutes later, he cleaned the floor, washed off his socks, sat on the computer chair, and looked at Assas who was lying on the table as if nothing had happened.

　　People these days pay attention to private space, so the sound insulation effect in the building is very good, otherwise, like Feng Bujue, who yelled loudly in the middle of the night, turned on the washing machine, and mopped the floor, neighbors would have called the door.

　　Assas's eyes glowed green in the darkness, and he was a little panicked after looking at them for a long time. Feng Bujue stared at it for a while, then sighed: "I'll clean you up tomorrow."

　　He knocked the cat off the table, turned on the computer and started typing. This month's "Second-Rate Detective and Cat" doesn't even know where the draft is, so I just have an inspiration right now, so hurry up and write more.

　　The matter about derivatives made Feng Bujue quite entangled, "If the existence of a certain life itself is a mistake, what is the meaning of it after it came to this world?" This question lingered in his mind.

　　When he couldn't get an answer, he would write the question into the work. It's not for readers to answer him, he also knows that there are some things that have no answer, he just wants more people to think about it.

　　To put it simply, Feng Bujue's behavior is... When his own entanglement cannot be let go, he transforms one person's entanglement into a group of people's entanglement, and finally achieves the effect of everyone's entanglement. realm.

　　Of course, it is impossible for Feng Bujue to directly write down what he has experienced and the settings in the game. He has to re-conceive a plot so that the story of the spin-off can be presented in another way, becoming "Second-Rate Detective and the Cat". "One of the stories.

　　When he was concentrating on something, time always passed quickly. When he got out of the story, he found that it was already dawn, and this month's serial draft was finally settled. In these five or six hours, it was impossible for Feng Bujue to finish the entire manuscript. He was just weaving a framework, which was also the most thought-consuming step. After completing this step, the rest was relatively simple. Fill in the content in the frame, and it will become a draft, and then revise it. If it goes well, it will be a draft after revision. As for the proofreading work, just leave it to the editor of the magazine, but Feng Bujue's manuscript generally has nothing to proofread , he is still a person who pays more attention to quality and details.

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　　It was Sunday and the weather was fine. As far as Feng Bujue knew, every Sunday, Wang Tanzhi would go to the kindergarten to help out as a social worker. In Feng Bujue's original words, "Play with your peers for half a day."

　　Feng Bujue's attitude towards public welfare activities is relatively indifferent. Compared with a five-hearted young man like Xiao Tan, if he participates in similar work... To put it mildly, it would be "a bit against harmony"; to put it bluntly, Will scare (or spoil) children.

　　Speaking of Feng Bujue, all the policemen at the police station in that area know him. Brother Jue is a legendary figure... Like a hospital missing a corpse in the morgue, a dog gave birth to a cat, etc. Whose kid can suddenly blow a light bulb with his mind, crop circles, meteorite fragments, etc... If someone reports a similar situation in a serious manner, he will definitely find Feng. Anyway, this matter was either done by him or related to him. If it really doesn't matter, it's okay to ask him to be a consultant.

　　Feng Bujue felt that there was nothing wrong with this. People like him who don’t like to ask for others are often very helpful. Rather than saying that he is helping others, it is better to say that he is enjoying a feeling of being "needed by others". Simply put, he likes others to ask for help. he. Moreover, his psychology has nothing to do with the sense of social mission, it is entirely out of interest.

　　In short, this Sunday will be another leisurely day for Feng Bujue. Last night, he only slept for two and a half hours, and was still in a state of "dreaming" in the game, and then got up again to toss about the code words At dawn, he was really tired at this time, so he yawned and went back to bed and fell asleep.

　　When I woke up, I looked at the clock, it was exactly twelve noon.

　　This time, Feng Bujue looked vigilantly to see if there was any "landmine" newly planted by Assas next to the bed. Fortunately, there was none, but when he came to the living room, he still saw a lump...

　　As a person who has experience in raising cats, he naturally has a way. First, he pulls Assas to the side of its masterpiece, clamps the cat's face with both hands and ravages it, then picks up the lump with a tissue and puts it on the ground. Enter the sand table, and then pull Assas to the side of the sand table, pat its head, let it recognize the place.

　　Feng Bujue tried to train pets to use the flush toilet in this way when he was a child, but it ended in failure. Facts have proved that the thing is not designed for cats, they will fall if they are not careful, and the next thing is unimaginable...

　　After cleaning up the dirty things, he went to cook noodles for himself. After buying breakfast yesterday, there was not even any change left, Feng Bujue is now truly "penniless". Fortunately, I ate Master Bao and Xiao Tan for two meals before, which can be regarded as a bit of oil in my stomach. For the next nine days, until the middle of the month to receive the manuscript fee, if there is no opportunity to eat, he will have to strictly follow the pre-calculated ration and eat noodles in clear soup.

　　"Meow..." Assas looked at Feng Bujue who was cooking, as if he felt that he was doing something good and wanted to enjoy it.

　　Feng Bujue lowered his head and glanced at it: "Your cat food also tastes better than this."

　　Assas seemed to understand, turned his head and left the kitchen, lay down on the sofa and dozed off.

　　More than ten minutes later, Feng Bujue came to the computer with his homemade Yangchun noodles, turned on the monitor, and logged into the game forum of Thriller Paradise. I don't know when, he has developed a habit, he must watch something when eating, or just chat with others, otherwise he will feel like wasting his life.

　　He had just sucked a chopstick of noodles into his mouth when his eyes just shifted to the screen, and the line at the top of the forum almost made him spit out the noodles.

　　"Because the number of full-level players has exceeded 10% of the total number of internal beta players, the server has been closed. We will complete a comprehensive upgrade within 48 hours and open the official public beta version. Please look forward to it."