Disaster Shelter

Wen Wen just paniced for a little while, then calmed down and looked dignifiedly.

Neither the loss of due awe nor the stupid act of arrogance showed his qualities as an excellent demon hunter, and Gong Baoding nodded secretly.

"Looking at his appearance, he should be scared. Also, he hasn't been a superpower for long, and it's normal to have never seen the world ..."

"If he is also a person in the shelter, he should have seen the breath of that person so as not to be scared ..."

"So, is he from the shelter ..."

Gong Baoding's judgment on gentleness was a bit vague.

If you think about it, he hasn't seen Wen Wen wearing the clothes of the assailant, nor has Wen Wen used the chain. All the monsters built in the shelter and the monsters Wen Wen dealt with are similar.

The next two investigated the crime scene. For the investigation of abnormal energy, the Hunters Association has its own process.

You can get as much information as possible on the premise of ensuring security.

In this way, Wen Wen, under the leadership of the old You Tiao Gong Baoding, surveyed his energy residues, and also learned how to use reasonable soy sauce while working.

...

In the old rental house, some fat men were typing on the keyboard.

He is an Internet writer, his name is Sun Wei, and his pen name is sleepless.

He is still in the process of updating, so he works very hard.

Although this job can not make him a lot of money, but he can support himself, so he is satisfied.

After racking his brains and knocking on the content that should be updated today, he opened the website and started the comment above.

After reading the characters every day, reading the reader's comments is one of his most fulfilling things.

Suddenly, a comment with seven or eight replies just came into his eyes.

"When was the comment area of ​​my book so lively, and it would be nice if I could keep it so lively."

He clicked and read, and before he finished reading, he felt a bit up, almost hitting the keyboard.

This turned out to be a comment from a pirated reader, and it would be okay to look at piracy. Anyway, more than 90% of the readers read pirated, which he could not help.

But the reader's comments really made him unbearable.

"How embarrassing you are to collect money for this garbage written by your author. I just want to stimulate you so that you have to show your face. Everyone goes to see piracy, anyway, no money."

Sun Weiqi couldn't help crying or laughing. You also saw the charging chapter in the garbage you wrote. How could you say that?

This person's words have also been resisted by genuine readers, so there are so many replies.

Although knowing that as long as the person's comment is deleted and then banned, the matter is over. Since it is being written, it must be prepared for criticism, but Sun Wei does not want to endure such comments.

He picked up the keyboard, as if holding a sword, his fingers flying on his sword, as if he touched chili oil in his hand, outputting swearing words.

For Sun Wei, swearing doesn't require skills, just need to be fast enough, as long as you type faster than the other party, it is considered a win.

Fortunately, Sun Wei was really fast.

The swearing-in battle was carried out vigorously, which was also a vent of his emotions.

Since writing, he has been somewhat aggrieved. Music, videos, movies, and other pirated content have been curbed. Why can't only the piracy of web articles be resolved, or even suppressed?

Of all his readers, perhaps only one percent, or even fewer, are paying.

There may be many reasons. The cost of piracy is low, the regulation is not easy, the search engines are unwilling to govern, the advertisers are willing to advertise on pirated websites, the genuine is too expensive, etc. There are countless reasons to find.

But the reason is only the reason.

All these have formed a huge, blood-sucking interest chain, and everyone in this interest chain, including the vast majority of readers, is very happy.

Only the original author, and a small number of genuine readers, are arguing.

However, they spoke very lightly and could not change anything.

In this situation, pirated readers came to ridicule again, Sun Wei really couldn't stand it.

This scolding battle was not a temporary brain heat, but an outbreak of long-term depression.

After the scolding, Sun Wei felt comfortable, as if he had steamed for a day in the sauna. He smiled and ordered a banned and shielded package for the other, and then went to wash.

Hang him for one night and delete it tomorrow morning.

For Sun Wei, this is happy enough.

He hasn't had any extra entertainment for a long time since he started writing.

In his sleep, Sun Wei felt a little strange. He stood up, walked in front of the computer, and then ... he got in!

In the computer, Sun Weifei is very comfortable in the green data stream.

In this regard, Sun Wei did not feel strange, this is in a dream, since it is a dream, anything can happen.

When he stopped, he saw the reader who was thundering because of the ban, and his heart was dark.

Looking at it, Sun Wei raised an evil thought in his heart: "Since it's a dream, it doesn't matter what I do."

Sun Wei picked up a kitchen knife from the kitchen, walked carefully behind the man, plunged the knife into the back of the man, and then lifted the bench, beating against the man's head.

After only a few clicks, the man stopped moving, but Sun Wei was still beating, as if he was venting something. When he stopped, the man was already immature.

Shaking his sour hands, Sun Wei lay back on the bed and smiled, "This dream is so real ..."

He shook his head. If it hadn't been for his dreaming, he didn't know he could go crazy like this.

"But if it's not a dream, I guess I can't beat this guy. This guy is tall and strong. I'm just a fat house ..."

Then he lay on the ground and went to sleep again.

...

Yesterday, I surveyed my own basket, www.wuxiaspot.com, until midnight.

Early in the morning, Wen Wen came to the Hunter Association early and even bought breakfast and bananas for Ding Mingguang.

The banana is for the monkey, and I don't know if it can be eaten.

Ding Mingguang promised that Yan Biqing's whereabouts could be caught today, so Wen Wen came.

After pursuing Yan Biqing, Ding Mingguang seemed to be more anxious than Wen Wen. After obtaining a computer, he has been keeping track of that computer.

When Wen Wen arrived, the Hunters Association was surrounded by Ding Mingguang, waiting for Ding Mingguang's clue.

Wen Wen leapt lightly, fell into a chair, and sat down. There was no sound during the whole process. He was afraid to disturb Ding Mingguang's state.

After waiting for almost an hour, Ding Mingguang opened his eyes sharply.

"I caught him!" Remember the website URL, www. biquxu. Com, easy to read next time, or enter "" on Baidu, you can enter this site