Treson, basement.
What an imaginative combination.
In fact, today, when literary and entertainment works are abundant, the basement, a classical architectural design, is shrouded in many mysteries.
Its veil is dark and often connected with the ulterior darkness.
The prefix of Treson gives it a more directional and weird color.
All this stems from the fact that some weird literature is strictly prohibited on umastagram and is prohibited from being circulated in legal forums.
The content is often twisted, weird, and even sexual.
It's called a strange book.
Because the characters are all based on real-life prototypes, even the names have not been changed, and the content is far more extreme and vile than ordinary celebrity entertainment, so it was severely suppressed by the ura association.
But it is undeniable that it has quite a few fans.
Even if those readers are only a very small part of Ma Niang fans.
But considering the base of Ma Niang's fans, a very small number of them can still be considered a huge group.
And it's also undeniable that, whether they like it or not, Ma Niang fans have read at least one weird book.
As long as you admire Ma Niang, like Ma Niang, and have tried to search for Ma Niang related content on the Internet, you will more or less know about its existence.
I may even come across one or two articles out of curiosity.
And leave a lasting memory!
Mental stimulation always overrides the senses. If you have seen the other person's posture on the track, on the stage, or in front of the camera, and see the fan creation that goes straight towards distortion, it is hard to say that you are not stimulated.
And among such creations, the existence called "basement" is a classic element of strange books and must be tasted.
Classic use cases: trainer bb locked in the basement, or horse racing girl bb.
Of course, the latter will most likely have to strengthen their shackles, and drugs are also necessary.
This is of course a bit too extreme.
Omer's view on strange books is very unique. When he reads strange books, what he sees is not the horse lady, but the author.
Regarding other literature, it's not easy for Omo to say. After all, he himself has never written anything, but when it comes to weird books, he dares to say that many authors are using them as a form of catharsis.
It's like a kind of public exposure, or cyberexhibitionism.
Compared with creations based on Ma Niang herself, many authors of strange books prefer to express their own emotions.
Especially those authors who are too extreme and use too much force.
They were undoubtedly off track.
It's not so much Ma Niang's strange book as it is the overflowing of the author's desire. OOC is no longer enough to describe this kind of thing.
But it was these things that made Omer enjoy watching in his early years.
Through the words and the plot, he observed the person who wrote the story, and observed the other person's depression, the other person's lust, and the other person's hysteria.
This was undoubtedly a strange yet vivid and profound observation board for Omer as a boy at that time.
And the styles are diverse - because the creation of strange books can be regarded as having a long history.
It has been so long that within a few years of the initial promotion of the horse racing girl event, it has begun one after another.
Human beings have been trying to defile something since ancient times. The brighter the light, the more sinuous the shadow.
But there’s no limit to the novelty of this kind of thing.
Even if it is epilepsy, there are often many people with the same type of epilepsy.
When everyone goes through a similar process, the content will no longer be interesting.
Therefore, a certain devil sealed his free annual fee VIP account (x) on his illegal website.
It is true that the focus of his reading of strange documents has never been Ma Niang, because the original fan creations based on living people rather than paper people are always far away from him.
Living people are far more dynamic and plastic than paper people, in other words - more changeable.
To truly understand the other party and based on this, create fan fiction that does not deviate too much from one's own image and can be regarded as a source of information by Omer, obviously has a very high threshold and cost.
Those who can achieve this step are mostly practitioners in the field of horse racing girls, or even are horse racing girls themselves.
Who says Ma Niang can’t create companions, or even her own fanfics!
Am I right? Miss Eri Digital, Miss Mejiro Dabo.
Although some people had a name in the circle when they were creating, their style was so unique that Omer could recognize the author at a glance.
Although he prefers comics to literature, it does not prevent Omer from seeing through his occasional sneaky exits.
Regardless of whether he sees it or not, Aumer still welcomes this kind of masterpiece by a "teacher" with a distinctive style.
Regardless of whether it is boring or not, at least it is a good material for analysis.
After the style is formed, it is easy to identify which parts of the work are exaggerated creations and which ones are real people. This may not be a source of intelligence.
But this topic went too far. After all, the creations of those two teachers obviously would not be mixed into the basement.
Gossip aside, these two teachers, who can wear masks and appear in fan exhibitions, do not include overly intense elements like "basement" in their creations.
Usually there is an obvious gap between fan creations and weird books, and it lies in the word "weird".
This strange thing is not necessarily Ma Niang, but rather the inner heart of the creator.
But as the act of reading continues, the creator's heart will also infect the reader's heart, and the reader will never forget the weirdness.
People always yearn for weirdness from the bottom of their hearts, as if that can stand out from the same environment.
Omer does not deny that there may be such elements in his heart, but this does not prevent him from resisting the direction of the strange book.
Even though the current situation seems to be getting closer to that direction——
When he followed Tony Bianca into the former Treson site that had been turned into a large nursing home, many staff members and the elderly people who were supported by the staff and pushed in wheelchairs greeted her warmly.
Miss Tony Bianca also smiled slightly softly and greeted those people in return.
This scene looks particularly warm, and with the rare sunny day here, it is even more warm.
——It shows a stronger contrast with things like basements.
This... looks a bit familiar...
Omer thought that this kind of prelude to the contrast between front and back was something he had seen a lot in the article, and what followed must be the very white basement scene...
That’s not a good idea, right?
Omer felt that his common sense could use some struggle.
A basement or something, maybe just an underground parking lot or something like that.
After all, both the Teresin branch in Italy and the scale of this sanatorium can be said to be huge.
It is natural for a large building of this level to have a large underground parking lot.
But generally speaking, you wouldn’t call an underground parking lot a basement, right?
And there are still people waiting there specially for me...
Omo, who proposed a possibility but quickly overturned it, just mechanically echoed the Takarazuka Memorial Champion's return gift, and nodded attentively to those who greeted him.
He didn't speak, just kept silent, not because he felt that the simultaneous interpretation function of the terminal was insufficient, but because he was safe based on the fact that too much words lead to mistakes.
Even if it wasn't in the dream, Tony Bianca should still be a famous person in Italy. Many passers-by had noticed him on the way here, and he could vaguely hear the click of the camera with the flash turned off.
I feel like... maybe I can be in a magazine tomorrow.
But it doesn’t matter anymore, you’re used to it, right?
Umastagram's new news pop-up window also has new features every day. When there is no news for me, there will be some overly enthusiastic fans of the horse girl who come to the homepage every day.
Omer fully understood the sighs often expressed by the dean of students at his alma mater.
Rather than disciplining students, it’s the parents of students and those who claim to be parents of students who are more troublesome, right?
Just like this, while running the train in his mind, he followed Tony Bianca to the large backyard of the nursing home.
There are still traces of the runway here, and there are mottled white lines in the desolate grassland, but the representative of the Italian region led him to the white line somewhere, and then stepped heavily on the land where he stood.
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Omo looked at the sinking point of her kick in surprise, and also saw the passage that unfolded in front of the two of them immediately after that.
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Such an unexpected mechanism inevitably made him look back at the old people who were still basking in the sun under the eaves. Many of them were looking here. Maybe some with good eyesight could clearly see the sudden scene here.
"They are all used to it. Not everyone can come to this sanatorium." Tony Bianca said calmly.
That means all the convalescents have been screened, right?
Turning around again, he walked down the not-dark stairs step by step, following the horse girl who whispered, "Follow me."
The roads have their own luminous patterns, and the walls are made of uniform ceramic tiles + metal, which looks quite technological.
Sure enough, you have gone astray, right?
Omo thought.
The staircase in this style does not look like an underground passage leading to some twisted and crazy place.
The word "experiment" should be added to the name of the basement.
But it didn't feel like it was legal, even though there was one in his office.
But when the passage went all the way down, and the walls on both sides were no longer just walls that blocked his vision, but gradually showed a surge of heat that was more intense than the Jixia moon, he was startled again.
I saw the flowing lava at an inappropriate depth below, and also saw the crowds of people in the distance.
It looks extremely crowded.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the miniature electronic arena in the center surrounded by the crowd. There is a huge projection that is clearer than human figures. There are humans, horse girls, and monsters in it.
Fighting ring?
No... this level is already considered a battle royale...
This scene reminded Omer of some unconfirmed rumors he had seen on Ma Niang-related forums.
"Isn't it time for some explanation at this time?"
"The welcome and explanation should be done by the owner here. I'm just helping to guide the way."
"Then who is the owner of this place?"
"Here." Tony Bianca raised his hand and pointed into the distance.
Omo looked at the situation and said: "...Isn't she a horse girl from the Far East who was born in Anmei District?"
"There is also a place like this in Jiemen District."
"I thought I knew enough about the Realm Gate area...is it the foreign land?"
"Um."
"No wonder." Omo nodded.
He really wasn't familiar with that place.
"But I didn't expect that she would continue to be a billboard outside of school."
Looking at the blue-haired and dark-skinned Ma Niang, Omer couldn't help but utter these words.
The shape is obvious, the roaring Amazon surge, the head of the central Treson Miura dormitory.
hishi amazon
