Foreword:
Death may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.
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[Part 1·Ten Days of Crisis]
When Victor woke up, it was already four hours later.
To be precise, I woke up again after drinking coffee——
——At this moment, she was still using the female character account. The moment she regained consciousness, she saw an unfamiliar ceiling and a little girl who seemed familiar to her.
That was Pu Xi Pei Dinan. For the first time they met, this girl gave people an inexplicable feeling of kindness and familiarity, which almost made Victor unable to be wary.
Her brain was damaged by neurotransmitters, and she was still in a state of confusion. She could vaguely remember some things.
The little girl from Puxi held her chin with her hands, knelt on the floor, leaned against the edge of the bed, and blinked at Ms. Victor, with a cute and headless smile on her face.
Victor couldn't notice what happened for a while. She could only cover her forehead and blink hard, but she couldn't say a word for a long time.
She remembers—
——Puxi told her the stories of "Dragon Romance" and "Holy Grail Past".
There is also a manuscript for the latest issue, which is the plot of "Sixteen Pieces of Beheading the Beautiful Wife".
This sister can dictate all the details of the writing and understand most of the story lines.
These things made Victor very happy and almost believed that he had met his soulmate.
But the next second——
——For David Victor, only a second passed.
She came to such a strange living room, as if her brain was fragmented. She drank an unknown amount of wine, and the headache and dizziness after a hangover, as well as the feeling of nausea and vomiting, invaded her mind all the time.
The walkman on the bedside table plays "The Last Time" by the Rolling Stones, which is Victor's favorite song. It seems that this little fan knows her tastes and hobbies well.
It's just that she can't bear it now. The music coming from the walkman is destroying her fragile auditory nerve.
Along with the restlessness of the instrument, she felt her heartbeat speeding up, her chest felt heavy, and it was difficult to breathe.
She couldn't help but raise her hand to press the walkman's stop button. But when he stretched out his hand halfway, it froze halfway.
"This is not my walkman...nor my pyroxene..."
Puxi immediately said excitedly: "Yes! Victor! This is my thing!"
Despite this, Victor frowned and still wanted to shut down the noise-making machine.
Immediately afterwards, her arm was tightly grasped by the Puxi girl.
Pu Xi smiled and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Victor: "I feel bad...I want to turn it off...I want..."
"No! Victor! No!" Pu Xi took the great writer's hand and stuffed it back into the quilt, "No, this is what I prepared for you, how can you refuse my kindness? ?”
Victor glanced at Puxi——
——She was shocked by the strength of the other party. The amazing strange power that burst out when clamping the arm was definitely not something that normal humans could possess.
no doubt! Puxi is a blood donation unit! She could almost crush my arm bones!
Pu Xi's face darkened and he began to murmur resentfully again.
"Victor, don't you like it? So all these things I did were in vain? Are they all my wishful thinking?"
"No...it's not...I..." Teacher Victor began to panic. She instinctively wanted to call [Hell Highway], wanted to use the super power of the soul to control this girl, and wanted to find out what happened. .
But at the moment when she was driving the power of the soul in her heart, she was surprised to find that the spirit body seemed to be out of control and could no longer burst out the power of the soul!
"What's going on?! Puxi Pei Dinan! What did you do to me!?"
Teacher Victor scratched his messy hair and suddenly noticed his pale face in the mirror in his room——
——That is a woman who has not had a good rest for a long time and is almost exhausted. Her face is gloomy and her skin is dry, as if her mental energy has been drained!
The Puxi girl slowly stood up and looked at David Victor condescendingly.
"Have you heard the story of "Ten Days of Danger"? Teacher Victor?"
At this moment, David Victor was shocked.
"Ten Days in Danger", written by Stephen King, tells the story of a writer who suffered a car accident and was rescued by a reader by chance. However, because the ending of the work did not meet the reader's wishes, he was imprisoned and tortured by the reader, who forced him to rewrite the ending. story.
Puxi Pei Dinan is preparing to be a copycat, and she has used h16t to subdue Victor.
"You don't have the strength to fight back now - Victor. The famous King Explorer is also going to become my toy! Now, I want you to rewrite the ending of "Sixteen Pieces of My Lovely Wife"!"
This story has reached its final stage. Victor had planned to finish writing it and immediately start another "living" journey.
After all, one cannot live as an outlaw forever, and the female corpse in the story cannot stay with the readers for that long.
This is originally a short story, similar to the ending of the relationship between man and ghost.
The Puxi girl grabbed a stack of thick manuscripts and gently slapped Victor on the face.
"Look at what you wrote? Why can't she have a happy ending?! Why? Teacher Victor? Why can Margaret only split into four and five and turn into a handful of ashes? Why my dear Margaret He only deserves to die in an exorcism ritual!"
Margaret - the absolute heroine of this story when Ryusei first meets her.
At this moment, Teacher Victor is preparing to end with tragedy, let these scattered corpses return to dust, and everything will return to normal.
But when Puxi Pei Dinan learned about this, he almost went crazy.
She got stabbed as much as she ate candy in the story.
The serialization is still progressing, and the hero is in love with Margaret's mutilated body. But in the blink of an eye, the manuscript she got will make us separated forever, and we will never see each other again!
This is definitely not something she can accept! Never forgive!
"No!" Victor burst out with astonishing momentum. Almost at that moment, a red-skinned kid was about to come out of his body: "No! Absolutely not!"
Powerful spiritual energy fluctuations stirred up turbulence, and when the bright red claws stretched out of the body, they were suddenly grabbed back by the body as if they were ordered by God.
Victor's face was covered with cold sweat, and he finally understood that Hunwei could not help him for the time being.
"Puxi! I will not rewrite this ending! This is a necessary ritual!"
Pu Xi scolded: "Fart! You selfish guy! You only bully this poor woman! She has nothing left! Walker obviously loves her so much! They can obviously be together! But you are so cruel to separate them! No! !I don’t listen! I don’t listen!”
Sam Walker - This is the male protagonist of "Sixteen Pieces of My Wife".
The progress of the story described in the manuscript is almost complete. I am afraid that after a few additional pages and only two story boards, the dust will settle and the coffin will be buried.
The sufferings and joys that Mr. Walker and Margaret encountered along the way were all composed of sixteen different body parts. They were mailed to different people by an extremely evil criminal, trying to blame these people for the murder. Margaret's relatives and friends.
Mr. Walker ran around day and night, not afraid of death. Even if his lover had turned into a terrifying severed hand, he still wanted her to avenge her injustice and tell the truth to the world.
What Puxi cares about most is this ending.
"Even some kind of resurrection ceremony? Let's tell the story of Jesus' apparition! Let them be together again! Victor...Victor!"
"There's no need to talk about this matter!" Ms. Victor's eyes were hot, as if she had turned into the aggressive Mr. David again: "Puxi Pedinan, if I don't write this, will you give up?"
She struggled on the bed, trying to regain control of her body.
“Wouldn’t it be better if I let Margaret survive, or have an open ending and let my readers guess and write the story themselves?”
"No! This is wrong!"
"Those who die should die! No matter what she does, Margaret will never survive!"
"This is my punishment for myself! When I wrote this story from the beginning, I was not fully prepared. I couldn't even write about a living woman. Then she must die at the end of the story - there is no death. Life is incomplete, only death can make Margaret complete!"
“Some people’s death is lighter than a feather, and some people’s death is heavier than a mountain of stone. Just like you now, after learning about Margaret’s death, she is almost like an immortal firework that will stay in your heart forever! "
"If she and Sam Walker survive and live happily, I'm afraid you won't remember her at all! I'm afraid you will start cursing me the next day - cursing me for writing such a flippant ending. Forcibly writing a story about family reunion."
Puxi Pedinan was speechless by Victor's argument. Her face turned livid, and she saw Ms. Victor shaking her body and wanting to get out of bed at any moment, which made her scream.
"Don't move!"
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[part2·Give up this intention]
David Victor glanced at his unruly legs and finally understood how hateful the little devil in front of him was.
Her legs are broken——
——Specifically, it was interrupted by a blunt object, and the masonry hammer was still standing by the door.
The knees of both legs were shattered and I couldn't walk at all.
This woman was so cruel that while she was mutilating other people's bodies, she could still welcome her victims out of bed with a smile.
Victor subconsciously went to look for Mrs. Bai's products to heal his wounds, but Puxi immediately picked up the doctor's bag, grinning with ambiguous eyes: "I have the final say now, sister Victor - if you don't allow me to rewrite this ending, I will call someone else Someone will take care of you.”
She showed off her power to the trophy, flexed her muscles, turned on her cell phone, and introduced Ms. David to the war gang thugs who were guarding the home.
"Look at these strong young men, there are a few African-American brothers who are going to surprise you!"
The more Puxi talked, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the happier he became.
"Your life is in my hands. If they get you pregnant, I will use drugs to control you and make your life worse than death. I will give birth to a litter of babies and let them continue to work for me. You don't want to change If you become a farrowing machine, just do as I say!"
There was a hint of fear in Victor's eyes——
——It was a hell that was more terrifying than death, and it was top-notch material that she could not experience with a male character account.
"There is such a good thing..."
Puxi didn't speak for a whole thirty seconds——
——She was so shocked by the king explorer's brain circuit that she couldn't say a word.
After Ms. David considered the sanitary conditions of the place, she finally changed her tune.
She felt it was inappropriate. The mortality rate during childbirth was very high. If she could experience the feeling of being a mother, she should be able to write more powerful articles. It would be a more vivid, lively and vital role of a mother. But this kind of Art is probably too early for her.
"No, I'm kidding."
"Hahahahahaha..." Pu Xi felt short of breath all of a sudden, and couldn't even believe Ms. David's crazy words: "Then..."
"I agree to your request and rewrite Margaret's ending." Ms. Victor regained her composure. She glanced indoors and saw the familiar scenery outside the window, confirming that this was a workers' dormitory building. "But I can't think of a solution." No way, I don’t know how to deal with this last episode.”
"That's your problem!" Pu Xi shouted loudly: "Don't throw the problem to your readers! Teacher Victor! But if you are willing to write, I believe you can do it..."
"I want a pen." Victor wanted to borrow a sharp instrument as a tool. She had traveled to the East in her early years and knew how to use acupuncture therapy to stimulate nerves. Perhaps the writing tools that had been with her throughout her life could save her life.
If I could summon the power of my soul and have [Hell Highway] punch this crazy woman twice and write something on her body, I could turn defeat into victory!
"Impossible." Puxi brought ink and a quill: "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking, my dear teacher Victor. You have a lot of work on your hands, and you have to use penmanship as heavy as a mountain to save yourself. Is that so? I will only give you a light feather pen, and the ink is rationed every day. Your writing speed is about 18,000 words a day. I know you very well."
With that said, Puxi moved a heavy bed-side desk, similar to a ward care eating table in a hospital, leaving all the paper, pen and ink behind.
"Don't use any crooked ideas."
Puxi emphasized, taking out a tape from her walkman——
"——I have used the soul power attack on you. Your vision, hearing, smell, taste and touch will all be disturbed, and they have all been re-recorded!"
After saying this, Puxi walked to the sofa and continued to sleep.
After a long, long time, Victor held the quill but couldn't move it, unable to find any creative inspiration.
She didn't understand what was so special about the enemy's soul power. I don’t know what that [re-recording] means either.
She immediately grabbed a piece of letter paper, quickly wrote "Help" in Chinese and English, and threw it toward the window!
When the paper hits the empty window, it seems like hitting a solid wall! The ball of paper bounced back!
When it rolled down to the floor, Victor was surprised to find that the paper seemed to have come to life, slowly slipping into Pu Xi's palm along with the distorted light.
The Puxi girl yawned, as if she had just woken up from a dream. She crumpled the paper and showed the writing on it to Ms. Victor.
[I love Puxi Pei Dinan, I want to write a bed story for her all my life, just for her alone. ]
"Hehehehe...David Victor!"
Puxi held Victor's face and kissed him hard.
"Your mouth is so sweet!~"
What followed was a change of face at the speed of light, from excitement and joy to viciousness.
She turned over the other side and showed the word [HELP].
"I advise you to give up this idea."
