"System dad."
"Dark blue."
"Sanqing Taoist Patriarch."
"The Jade Emperor."
"Tathagata Buddha."
"God." "Jesus Christ."
As one familiar name after another came out of the time traveler's mouth, he called from the East, the West, and even the small Cthulhu gods.
"It seems I don't have this blessing."
"However, it shouldn't be difficult to rely on the knowledge accumulated in the era of information explosion in previous lives to carry out dimensionality reduction attacks on industries in other worlds, right?"
Yang Kai, who accepted that he had no system and no blessing from the gods, began to analyze the situation.
First of all, I am very poor.
Secondly, there is an invitation letter in front of me.
According to memory, this was an invitation from an old acquaintance who used to be a small publisher. Due to investment failure and lack of funds some time ago, he had no choice but to switch careers and start a newspaper, serializing short and medium-sized horror, suspense, and mystery stories. host.
Because there was a shortage of manuscripts, this old acquaintance wrote many times to invite manuscripts, regardless of the fact that the original author had exhausted his talents and lost his reputation.
Of course, there is a premise——
The pen name must be changed, otherwise the newspaper will not be sold at all.
Yang Kai doesn't think this is too much. He is a real person and knows that he in this world has become a street rat in the eyes of readers. He must consider reincarnation and start over with a new pen name.
Otherwise, you won't make any money at all.
So what to write?
The content is limited to three categories: horror, suspense, and mystery.
"How about the whole Ke family? La Laiye is the city of seafood."
"Forget it, the most taboo thing about writing a book is self-pleasure."
Before his time travel, the Cthulhu Mythology was on the verge of becoming popular, but the original author had been dead for nearly a hundred years. The dozens of stories he created during his lifetime were almost ignored at the time. He was poor and ill, but died instead. Later he was sought after by the world.
in short.
That's a Van Gogh-like genius.
However, Yang Kai just wants to get money smoothly now. What about artistic value and pioneering a new genre? Let's take a rest first, fill his stomach and improve his living environment.
"correct."
"Short and medium-sized stories published serially in newspapers are different from those on the Internet. They are best suited to the current context."
Yang Kai leaned on the back of the seat, thinking and playing with the gold pen.
At the same time, his eyes turned to another letter.
Open it and take a look.
[Miskatonic University Admission Invitation Letter]
For a moment, his whole body felt bad, and he wanted to give himself a slap. When he prayed for the gods to respond, he actually called the gods of Cthulhu.
Now, retribution is coming.
As an online writer, having extensive knowledge and being good at searching are basic skills. Yang Kai naturally knows how legendary this school is.
Graduation rates are low.
The mortality and disappearance rates are high.
Either he is pursuing taboos, or he is about to embark on this road of no return.
The so-called taboo can be replaced by death.
In many books, U-M is described as a strange academy full of ghosts and ancient witchcraft and secrets hidden everywhere.
When Yang Kai was anxious and confused, he accidentally noticed a glimmer of light flashing below him.
His eyes moved slightly downward.
A revolver with a glowing brass color came into view. At the same time, the smell of fishy and rust that had been lingering in the tip of his nose since he woke up was finally taken seriously.
He looked up at the neglected ceiling directly above him.
Compared with the scattered bloodstains and stains around it, the pool was too exaggerated, about the size of two palms, and appeared in a radial shape.
Bright red, pink and white, with some floc attached.
"There are no insect corpses mixed in."
"It looks pretty fresh."
Yang Kai grew up reading online articles, and later entered this industry. He often had fantasies about time travel, so his mental endurance is pretty good.
Taking advantage of the fresh energy he had just woken up, he reached out and touched it, and accidentally put it on the tip of his nose. As a result, he almost vomited his soul out of his body.
A terrible thought came to mind. Yang Kai suppressed his fear and opened the bullet chamber of the revolver. There were six bullet positions, leaving two unfired brass bullets.
Any rational person would start from the location where the blood stains were spattered and draw a conclusion:
Yang Kai sat on a chair, swallowed the gun and committed suicide.
The dull pain on the back of his head was also evidence that at first, Yang Kai had been deceiving himself that he was suffering from a hangover caused by drinking too much and being overwhelmed by the alcohol.
Until his body reacted honestly, and he used his hands to remove a piece of bloody scar that was about the size of a fingernail and stuck to his hair.
Broken eucalyptus.
It was indeed suicide by swallowing a gun.
"A very successful suicide."
"I have completed all the associations in my mind. As the trigger is pulled, the primer is activated, and the flash cap detonates itself instantly, extruding the warhead from the barrel."
"It is like a destiny bequeathed by divine power, allowing the frustrated young writer to end his dramatic life without pain."
On the empty road, Yang Kai shrugged, as if he wanted to use a black humor to cover up the fear in his heart.
Lu Li, who acted as the listener, answered in the same tone with a professional attitude:
"Well... you are actually lucky if you commit suicide in this world. If the bullet is shot from the mouth but passes through the forehead without damaging too many important centers, then there is still a chance to survive, but you have to accept the fate of becoming an idiot. "
"Of course, the probability of this happening is less than one percent."
Yang Kai: "..."
This senior time traveler is too ambitious. A depressed young writer has experienced a brief period of glory, and then his career has been at a trough for a long time. It is indeed possible that he will take the initiative to commit suicide.
But in the candid conversation just now, he mentioned that he was not pessimistic to this extent in this world line, and no matter how great the psychological gap was, he had never had the idea of committing suicide.
In his memory, when he was taking a nap in bed, he even considered how to use his small savings to eat a barbecue on the street tonight.
Since such thoughts exist, how can one seek death?
So……
Murder disguised as suicide?
He is just a low-income writer from another city who lives in poverty and is not worthy of what others do.
Moreover, after searching through the memories of the past three months, Yang Kai did not find that he had offended anyone. He was either bored in this small cubicle that could be called a beast's den all day long, or went downstairs to forage for food and mail manuscripts to the publishing house.
The activity radius is only two or three nearby streets.
The most important thing is that firearms are controlled items in this world. Although ordinary people have the opportunity to obtain them, they also need to spend a lot of money and connections. Therefore, if someone really commits murder, he should take them away along the way——
Not only to erase evidence, but also to save money.
After all options have been eliminated, the one that remains, no matter how implausible, is the correct answer.
"Senior, I experienced a suicide without any motive."
When he said this, Yang Kai did not think that this possibility was too outrageous, because time travel has happened, what else is unacceptable?
"……"Land from.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Why don't you consider the possibility of being targeted by a supernatural organization?"
"You have already used your imagination once, why not use all your imagination."
"This organization has a group of people with super powers. Some people can teleport items through the air, and some people can control dreams or spirits.
They took advantage of your sleep to complete this interesting murder. "
