Vol 2 Chapter 504: story
Although Wu Naizhi thought so in his heart, he naturally couldn't scold him as soon as he came up. In that case, the other party would definitely block him without hesitation.
As a very experienced troll, he certainly wouldn't make such a low-level mistake.
So he started to move forward layer by layer, first with some relatively false words, what you wrote so well, you really have perseverance, I admire you so much, etc., which made the other party think that he is really a die-hard book lover.
Then when the other party started to chat with him, he started to insult a little bit.
However, the author speaks very strangely, and this strangeness is not an unanswerable question, or an inexplicable kind of strangeness.
But the other party has been emphasizing that the reason why he can write books is to find a sustenance for himself.
The novel is all he is, and it is the driving force for him to persist in living.
Because Wu Naizhi was inexplicable, he asked the other party how to write a novel was a sustenance, and began to try to find out the author's details.
But the author did not tell him anything, and began to chat about the characters in the novel.
Because Wu Naizhi has only read a few chapters, he doesn't even know who the protagonist is, so naturally he can't talk with the author.
So while the author was very interested, he directly said to the other party:
"Do you know why no one reads your book?"
"Because I'm not good at writing, in fact, I'm just writing about the world in my imagination. It's better if I can get the approval of others, and it's fine if I don't get it." The author replied to him at the time.
When Wu Naizhi saw the author's answer, he felt that the other party was pretending. He thought about it and replied:
"You have some self-knowledge, and you know that your writing is not good.
It's not really bad, but very, very special garbage.
I only read two chapters in total, and it made me sick.
You said that you are in your thirties, and the things you write are not as good as those of elementary school students. I really wonder how you are so embarrassed to post them.
Why did he keep telling me that he doesn't care about the grades, since you don't care about the grades, you still send it out to do shit, write it yourself and read it yourself.
What I despise the most is your kind of **** who is full of ideas but doesn't even have the guts to admit it.
Why are you still a disabled person with a pseudonym called Angel with a Broken Arm? Do you type with your tongue?
I added you for nothing and nothing else, just to persuade you to die quickly.
Otherwise, if you don't die, I guess your whole family will be unlucky with you.
You said that in case of a car accident... how bad would it be? "
Because the other party's typing speed is very slow, Wu Naizhi sent him extremely insulting words one after another, until he felt satisfied, then stopped and wanted to block the other party directly.
But at this moment, the other party suddenly sent him a video conversation.
Seeing this, he couldn't help laughing suddenly, feeling that he must be scolding the other party in a hurry, and the other party wanted to start a video to scold him.
How could he give each other such an opportunity.
After rejecting the other party's video call, he sent a very irritating message:
"I won't answer, I'm mad at you, you **** writer, go to death quickly.
If I have nothing to do, I will go to your book review area to scold you, and if you have the ability, you will always mute me.
Not only I want to scold you, I will let more people scold you.
You little rubbish, just wait.
Are you particularly angry, who told you that you are a handicapped hand, and you can still code at this speed?
who gives you confidence.
Blocked Sabie. Bye-Bye. "
After Wu Naizhi finished venting, he blocked the other party without hesitation, and then directly withdrew from the group.
He thought it was just a trivial matter, and it would not have any impact on his life at all as before.
But he was wrong, and this was precisely the beginning of his nightmare.
It was the third day after he blocked the author, a strange QQ number suddenly added him.
He saw that the other person's avatar was a woman, so he added it without thinking.
Then send three question marks to the other party in a row.
The other party ignored him at first, and he impatiently sent a series of words:
"Who are you? Don't you say I deleted you?
Talk, who are you? "
"Hold on."
After a long time, the other party sent two words.
Wu Naizhi was in class at the time, but he didn't receive the message from the other party until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
The message was short, just one sentence:
"I've been thinking about what you said to me the other day. I think you're right. People like me don't need to survive in this world."
"Who are you? Shabby? Are you willing to die while you die, and talk to me!"
Wu Naizhi didn't know who the other party was or why the other party said this to him, so after scolding him, he blocked the other party and deleted it.
As a result, the next night, he had a very strange dream.
In the dream, he dreamed of a woman whose face could not be seen clearly.
Maybe it was a woman, because the other person's hair almost completely covered her face.
The woman kept crying when she saw him, and said nothing but kept crying.
In his dream, he kept asking the woman who she was and why she was crying.
But the woman still said nothing.
For several days in a row, Wu Naizhi was troubled by this nightmare.
As long as I fall asleep every day, I will see a woman who can't see her face crying loudly in a dark place.
He didn't know what happened to him, he told his parents about it, but his parents didn't say much, and told him to stop reading those garbled novels, it might be fine in a few days.
Just like that, about a week passed.
However, instead of disappearing, the nightmare became more real.
Because the original dark scene was gone, replaced by an ordinary room.
It's just that everything in that room is too familiar to him, it's his home.
And the woman who had been unable to see her face before finally lifted her hair covering her face, revealing a face full of crying.
It was none other than his mother.
He tried to talk to his mother again, and in the process, he suddenly found that there was another person in the room besides his mother.
That person is himself.
It's just that the minced meat that was lying on the ground and was cut into pieces from head to toe was just like a jigsaw puzzle, reluctantly put together.
He couldn't believe that he would become like this, but when he looked over his corpse, he saw another corpse with the same dead appearance.
And that corpse was his father, like a puzzle piece, with cuts all over his body.
"When the police arrived later, Wu Naizhi's family of three were all dismembered and thrown on the floor of the living room.
Dead old miserable. "
When the physical education class was free, in the shade of the playground, Xia Feng was speaking vividly to a few students who were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
It's not that he has too much idleness to make up stories here for anyone to listen to.
But this time the script task is different from the past, even a little strange.
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