I Persuade People With Reason

Chaos, panic, and unspeakable weirdness pervaded the city. Something seemed to be brewing in silence.

Monsters are rampant, hunting the panicked crowd. Some people wept bitterly and knelt down to repent; some panicked and prayed to the gods; some hurriedly avoided death.

"Help--"

At the entrance of a high-end hotel, with the shrill cry, a disheveled and messy man ran out of the hotel lobby. Before he ran a few steps, he was thrown down by a ghost chasing behind him, and he fell on the steps. .

Tears and snot covering his face, he looked in horror at the figure chasing after him, his face full of panic and despair.

What is that? A phantom of a woman with fluttering long hair and a slightly blurred face. Her limbs and other parts show corrupt features. She held up a huge blood-red scissors and cut it at the man without hesitation. go down.

"No—" The man struggled to roll on the spot, his voice sounded like someone had cut his throat with a sharp knife.

Just then, across the congested traffic, the man suddenly saw a young man walking by from the other side of the street.

He is tall and thin, wearing a long dark gray trench coat, his face is clear and clear, and his expression is lazy and indifferent, and there is nothing around him. Contrasted with the crowded and noisy streets, the people running in panic, and the chaos that is everywhere in the city.

Even running on the streets, it also gives people a sense of leisurely strolling.

The man in despair suddenly burst into hope, and cast his earnest eyes on the young man: "Save—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes bulged.

The huge blood-red scissors opened, and cut him into two pieces with great precision.

The moment the blood gushed out, the scissors began to blur, and the illusory figure of the woman gradually faded away. In the pupils of the man's defocused pupils, the woman's blurred face gradually became clear.

It was a face that was once beautiful, made him fall in love at first sight and swore to love it in this life, and it was also a face that later became ugly, old, full of vulgarities that he despised, and was mercilessly abandoned by him? The face that died in front of him.

"you……"

He seemed to understand something, and finally lost his life in the little regret and overwhelming unwillingness that finally poured out.

The young man he had high hopes for finally walked past him, never stopping to look at this poor **** even once.

I didn't want to step over the blood-stained steps and walked into this slightly classical-style restaurant.

The tables and chairs in the lobby on the first floor are messy. Through the transparent glass door on the right side, half-eaten dishes are displayed in the hotel restaurant on the side. You can see everything? It happened so suddenly that everyone had no time to deal with it.

Upstairs there seems to be a lot of living people's vital energy, probably guests hiding in the hotel room?

He took the elevator straight up to the top floor, and then entered the rooftop from the top floor. He stood on the top of the tallest building in Tianze City, overlooking the whole city.

In the afternoon, the sun is full, and the view is wide open. This is a prosperous business district that was not specially selected. The streets are connected in all directions. With just one glance, he will take into account the situation of the surrounding blocks, including those "monster".

There are not a few humanoid monsters like the phantom of the woman just now, most of them are relatively ferocious, and the bloodstains on the streets are basically tragedies made by them.

Originally, he glanced at him indifferently, and looked at a monster that looked like a "baby spirit" while crying, and cut open the abdomen of a certain woman. In the shrill screams of the woman and the cry of the infant spirit, it dissipated little by little.

As for monsters in non-human form, they are not that ferocious, but they are of various kinds, and they can only be vaguely related to certain items from their appearance.

Just in front of him, there was a monster that was obviously transformed from a "cigarette", chasing after a middle-aged man, and the light of the fire nearly burned the middle-aged man's buttocks. , let him flee in panic...

Isn't that what it is? Looking at it, I have a faint understanding in my heart, and I thought to myself: "Sure enough...is it a monster born in the human mind? Is it? Obsession, repentance, fear, regret, or?... …”

"The flame of hatred, the hand of greed, the altar of sloth... Whether it's the "Seven Deadly Sins" of the original cult, or other weirdness and sealed objects, the ones I've come across, the ones I haven't... seem to be all Very interesting. "

Although the system 999 has spied on the approximate fate of the plot, it only knows that #future is weird and rampant, even Zhang Chen, the son of luck, failed to save the world, but abandoned his body and hid in the weird# This is probably the direction of fate. More specific and more detailed content, it does not know.

When Yuan Yuan was not in the torrent of destiny in this world, he followed the general trend and walked down the road, but he discovered more details that System 999 never knew.

"Speaking of which, you guys? Weird..." He smiled lightly, not knowing why? Sometimes a mass of indescribable objects was pulled out of the void. At first glance, it looked like a mess of lines intertwined? It seems that the endless galaxy vortex overlaps, containing countless knowledge and mysteries, attracting everyone's attention.

Wasn't it just? Is it? I fiddled with it, and there was a dark and incomprehensible color in the dark pupils.

He chuckled and spit out the second half of the sentence: "Is that what human emotions are? Are you interested?"

[! ! ! ]

In mid-air, it was supposed to be invisible and intangible, and it existed in a certain form of rules, but suddenly the "literary system" of the essence was pulled out by people, and the messy lines were subconsciously contracted, and they had to be flattened by the fiddling of the original. .

It's silent, as if it's dropped and can't connect.

Looking at the "Wen Hao System" that was pretending to be still, he didn't raise his eyebrows slightly, but suddenly opened his mouth: "Tsk, 999, look at this? Wen Hao System, it seems to be dead when it doesn't move, and it smells very good. .Well, the body composed of rules, the energy body formed by the positive beliefs of human beings, the Q-slippery like jelly, you can tell it is very good at a glance? It's delicious..."

As he spoke, he pushed aside those chaotic lines, admiring the brilliance of colorful energy wrapped under the lines, which is the positive emotion and belief that the literary system has absorbed from the readers. .

Adhering to the spirit of a dead Taoist friend who will never die, the system 999 cooperates very well. This time, its mechanical sound not only resounded in the mind of the original, but also spread quietly in mid-air. : [Okay? Ah, okay? Ah, since there is no other value, why don't the host eat it. 】

The lines in mid-air vibrated violently, and the rigid voice belonging to the Wenhao system finally sounded:

[Suggest the host not to do this? Do it! This world is very dangerous, only this system can help you realize the illusory ability in the novel into reality, so that you, the fragile shell of a mortal, can achieve evolution beyond the imagination of mortals. So that you can survive in this dangerous world, and even become a god-like existence. ]

"Oh." It wasn't because the response was flat.

He stared at the messy and indescribable lines for a moment, as if he was looking at a new type of dessert that he had never tasted before. His eyes were full of curiosity and eagerness to try: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"You? Weird... Are you interested in human emotions?" He asked again without changing a word.

[…This system is not? Weird. Is it from another world, a high-tech system that helps the host survive in this dangerous world for the purpose of assisting the host to become the most famous writer. ]

"Really?" Yuan Buwei didn't continue to talk about this topic, as if the guy who just opened his mouth and closed his mouth was going to eat the system, wasn't he? He just smiled slightly, "Then now? It's time."

His smile was kind: "According to your operating principle? Yes? The positive beliefs collected from readers are converted into some energy, and then presented in the form of novel skills. Now?, I ask you It's not too much to return the obtained energy back the same way, right?"

Specifically, the original process is: the reader provides the raw materials, and the middleman of the system processes it into weapons and ammunition. After most of the revenue is drawn, it is handed over to the host to become the combat power of the host of the Wenhao system; and now The original requirement is that the system will return the processed weapons and ammunition to those readers according to the channel from which each raw material was collected. And he himself does not need skill blessing.

As for the energy that the Wenhao system secretly rubs and draws...

I'm not a master at cutting wool, why? Maybe he is looking at other people? He is cutting wool right now!

Gone are the days when the Wenhao system was used as a middleman to earn the price difference. It is fortunate that it was not treated as a price difference and was swallowed by the original.

The Wenhao system froze stiffly in mid-air, not moving for a long time. In the end, it is not like a wolf like a tiger (crossed out) in the original, and it is not nuclear good in the original (bah, then crossed out), it should be the righteousness and awe-inspiring, full of deep concern for the readers. In the line of sight, the messy lines of the Wenhao system finally moved.

The Yuan not only connected to the perception is the feeling that the world in front of you suddenly changed, the tall buildings disappeared, replaced by the deep and boundless black.

One after another invisible silk thread spread out in all directions with itself as the center, immersed in the deep darkness, and the other end of the silk thread was connected with large and small colorful light spots, scattered all over the four directions.

Some of these light spots are very close, some are very far away, some are very dense, and some are barely visible. Yuan Buwei immediately smelled his positive beliefs and emotions. It seems that these blips represent the direction in which the readers who have provided him with "reputation points" are distributed. The intensity and lightness of the tones are related to how much prestige they provide.

Just in this area of ​​Tianze City, there are a lot of light spots all over the place.

This probably has something to do with his fame during this period. Even someone who doesn't read novels might be caught in the trap because of his background as an investigator. Once in the pit, as long as they have positive emotions such as love for this novel, they will naturally be connected with the original "thread".

Under the watchful gaze of Yuanbuwei, the Wenhao system reluctantly and unwillingly dissipated the energies converted from the reputation points along the threads that were linked in all directions, according to the reputation value provided by each light point.

The deep and boundless darkness disappeared in front of my eyes, and I didn't see the city shrouded in bright eyes again.

... This is just a small experiment for his brain to open up, it can be successful or lost, it doesn't matter. But if it works, maybe he'll know how to surprise the weirdness that's everywhere :).

As for now?  …

Tianze City has at least a population of nearly 10 million, and it is conceivable how many monsters are born.

"Looks like it's time to summon a tool ghost..."

Always uphold #One person's fishing is happiness, and a group of people's fishing is laziness. The tool man should fully squeeze #'s Yuanbuyu and happily pull out a wooden box from his sleeve - this is a sealed object similar to a storage space, which can reduce any items into it.

The wooden box was opened, and a pitch-black pocket altar was poured out by him.

Leaving the mid-air of the wooden box, the pocket altar became bigger and bigger, and finally landed on the roof with a "dong" sound.

Why didn't he put away the sloppy and happy expression on his face for a second? His eyes gradually revealed solemnity and seriousness.

The next moment, Fang Luo's illusory figure slowly floated out.

During this period of time, he has been accommodating ghosts and evil spirits from all sides in the dream world, using the emotional thoughts accumulated in the altar of sloth before to dye these evil spirits.

But not all evil ghosts are willing to cooperate actively, and not every evil ghost was a law-abiding citizen before his death-some evil ghosts recovered human emotions, but wanted to resist-this is the case Ask Fang Luo to suppress them one by one.

This way, he was very tired.

Before Fang Luo complained twice, he heard a voice that was not solemn and serious: "I'll give you an important task, this? But? It's a big event to save a city..."

Fang Luo, who has been working diligently in the Dreamland Space until now, without a half-day vacation, was originally in a drowsy state, but when he heard this, he became energized.

Wasn't it because of his expression? He looked at him seriously, and couldn't see the slightest attitude of wanting to be lazy and squeezing tools, and his tone was full of trust:

"This abnormal event is very special. Monsters are indestructible. In my opinion, there is only the dream space that is also related to the mind. You, who control the dream space, can take on this important task."

His tone was full of trust and sincerity, as if the dying emperor wanted to entrust the young heir and the country to the most trusted senior minister.

And such a tone of voice immediately moved "Tuo Gu's important minister", making him fully feel the emperor's trust and his own irreplaceability for the country, even if he was tired to the point of baldness, he was immediately excited.

In Fang Luo's energetic response, the illusory white mist spread out silently, centered on this building. The originally panicked and chaotic crowd began to fall into a deep sleep, and the monsters chasing them, along with their sleeping consciousness, entered the dreamland together.

There, is the home field of Fang Luo.