Reincarnation Master

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"May, Monday, the target goes out, purchases... I had a few conversations with the buskers at the vegetable market, otherwise, everything is normal!"

"Tuesday, everything is normal!"

"On Wednesday, the goal was to dine at the'Papa Hopper' restaurant... everything is normal..."

"Thursday, Goal is about to start a new creation... I bought a blank notebook, pen, and ink in the shop... Keep watching..."

"Friday, everything is normal!"

"Saturday, the target began to improvise... mostly at the beginning of poems and novels... It is impossible to determine whether it is polluting, watch carefully... the sample has been sent for inspection..."

"On Sunday, the target fell into a frenetic writing state... not sure if it was accompanied by delirium... ready to forcibly interfere... 30 seconds later, the target returned to normal, suspended the interference... reported..."

-Excerpt from Love's investigator's diary.

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"Finally... this Eastern monk, Western doom warlock, the true spirit burst and entered the embrace of Styx?"

"What weird thing am I writing?"

Roca looked at the novel he had written with a little disappointed.

In other words, a little bit of novel ends, and more graffiti and poems in front of it... I am a little bit puzzled.

The creation of literature must have a framework in the author's mind before the writing is formed.

But when he looked at his words, he felt very... strange!

Even if he wrote the ending, Roca had no memory of conceiving the beginning and the middle part.

Reminiscent of the state of writing just now... This reminds him a bit of his first drunk state. It was when he just graduated from the liberal arts college, he was filled with a large glass of'rum bomb' by several friends. ', a sparkling sweet wine mixed with high-purity spirits, can make the drinker faint directly and unconscious.

The state of writing just now is similar to that of drinking to the memory gap, and I can't remember what happened.

"Since that time, the condition seems to be more serious..."

Roca murmured, opened the drawer, found a huge brown glass medicine bottle, took out a white pill from it, and swallowed it with cold water.

His attending doctor told him that he has mild mental problems, but don’t worry too much. Taking medicine regularly can relieve symptoms. Moreover, most urbanites in this era have some physical or psychological diseases, which is normal. .

"I don't feel normal at all..."

Roca tore off a page of the notebook, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it into the wastebasket which was already half full.

As a freelance writer, the manuscript fees received from periodic submissions to newspapers, magazines and publishers are his only source of living, paying for his house rent, daily expenses, and medical expenses...

"Well... if the situation is more serious, do I need to enter a mental hospital for recuperation? No... once I go to that place, I can't get out, because you can't prove that you are mentally normal... and the cost of hospitalization is high. , Wait, why should mental patients care about the cost?"

Roca was amused by her own random thoughts, and felt that she could be written as a stalk in a new novel.

Well, although he is a writer, he writes everything.

Novels are the main source, but not every one can be recognized by publishers.

In addition, poetry is relatively short, consumes a small amount of space, and is more likely to be favored by some literary magazines.

Although the cost of the manuscript is not high, it is a powerful supplement in times of distress.

In addition, he even wrote lace press releases to some tabloids, which was not the author's decent, but for the sake of making a living... At least when the manuscript was published, Roca changed his pen name.

"That time... what happened?"

After taking the medicine, Roca rubbed her eyebrows: "I seem to have forgotten something... But the doctor said that it was a traumatic reaction. Don't force the memory, but slowly accept it..."

He felt a little groggy in his head, which would happen every time after taking the medicine, so he fell directly on the bed and snored shortly after.

Huhu!

The evening breeze opened the window.

A dark figure jumped in from the window and picked up Roca's draft paper on the table.

...

Roca was dreaming.

It seems to be a bizarre adventure, if it can be written, it should attract some eyeballs.

But the screen flashed too fast, and the characters seemed to be shrouded in a haze, making it difficult to see.

Moreover, there are only a few fragments, it is hard to bring any inspiration, and it is very tired!

However, tonight’s dreams seem to be a little different. Which character seems to have become a little clearer?

the next day.

Roka got up, saw that everything in the room was the same as last night, and subconsciously called out: "Property bar?!"

There was silence all around.

In front of his eyes, no light curtain emerged.

"Why do I suddenly want to say this term? Because of the junior second grade? Or want to make sure that I am special?"

Roca shook her head and laughed, went to the restaurant, opened the heavy and thick refrigerator, sniffed the milk in it, and felt it was okay, so she nodded, poured herself a cup, and put two slices of oatmeal bread into the toaster to bake .

Ding!

The two pieces of bread that have been baked jumped up automatically and were taken out by Roca, dipped in tomato sauce, and made into a simple sandwich. With milk, they formed a breakfast.

If it is the time when the manuscript fee is sufficient, he will also choose to add a slice of fried bacon or egg to it. But now, Rocca is suffering from nightmares and has to pay a large amount of medical expenses, and his standard of living will inevitably drop.

"But as a writer, even a down-and-out writer has freedom!"

Roca drove the second-hand car that he had purchased on an installment loan, and was going to some of his friends.

They will regularly hold some cultural salons, activities similar to book clubs, to exchange writing experience and skills with each other~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The participants are not only authors, but also painters and musicians...Although Most of them can only perform on the street, but think about Roca's own status, it's almost the same.

If it can attract one or two wealthy businessmen or high-class young ladies in the past, it will be regarded by the organizer as a matter of great face and worth bragging about for many days.

While driving, Roca felt the gust of wind passing by her ears, and felt the drowsiness in her head relieved a lot: "I seemed to hear that name yesterday...it's a bit strange... Fang Xian?... No, it should be. Fangxian?"

"Well, weird name, if you take him as the protagonist, readers will not accept it, right?"

"But maybe you can change his name to conceive a novel?"

"Why... I still think something is wrong?"

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