The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

After two days of hard work, Wang Le finally rewritten a good beginning, and then racked his brains to think of a very creative name.

In order to avoid the recurrence of the last time, he paid special attention to the author named Fang Heng before the release of the new book. The last book did not continue to be updated, nor did he release a new book.

He then relieved his heart.

Although the last book is over, he has also been criticized by netizens.

But that's nothing.

Those who want to scold him, let them scold him. It doesn't matter how severe the scolding is, and they can't crawl along the network cable and beat him.

And the biggest advantage of the Internet age is that you can still know who I am under a pseudonym?

As long as the editor knows it is him, various resources will still be given to him.

After communicating with the editor, the new book was uploaded and passed the review quickly, and then in this rainy morning, a brand new book met everyone.

After the new chapter was released, he deliberately went to the Fang Heng at a certain point, there was no update, no new book, and then he was relieved.

It seems that it was hacked by hackers before.

Now that he disconnected the internet and uploaded it with his mobile phone, hackers would have nothing to do with him.

How do you say that sentence, as long as your mind doesn't slip, there are more solutions than difficulties.

Under the promotion of the website, new book collections and clicks are not as popular as the previous one, but they are also steadily ascending.

He estimated that this book will take a little longer to run, but that's nothing, becoming a god is just a matter of time.

The editor's avatar suddenly jumped again: "What are you doing again?"

"What's wrong?" Wang Le didn't know why.

"Why is your book exactly the same as others?"

Wang Le was stunned.

Impossible, he confirmed it just now.

He hurriedly opened the link given by the editor and found that there was indeed a "Shattering Void" on the website of a certain life, and the new chapters released were exactly the same as his!

The release time this time was more than six hours earlier than him!

Looking at the author's name again, a chill suddenly rises behind Wang Heng.

Fang Heng 2.

This couldn't be more obvious. Fang Heng and Fang Heng2 must be the same person.

But he is disconnected from the Internet, why can this person still get his manuscript?

He suddenly felt a pair of ghost eyes behind him, staring at him coldly, making his spine chill and getting goose bumps all over his body.

Impossible, there can be no ghosts in this world, it must be hackers, or ghosts by those gunmen employees.

This studio is no longer available, computers and mobile phones are no longer available.

He settled down, drove quickly to the mall, bought a new computer, mobile phone, registered a new number, and then rented a house again, a house without a network cable.

According to common sense, no one can steal his manuscripts in this way.

After a day and night of contemplation, he rewrote the beginning of a story.

Then turn on the new phone.

Before uploading the book to his mobile phone, he deliberately searched the Internet, but the results made him creepy.

On another big literary website, an author named Fang Heng 3 released a new book in the early morning. The title and content are exactly the same as the one he just wrote.

what!

He threw the phone on the ground like a ghost.

He has changed everything, why is it still like this?

What makes him even more frightening is that his manuscript has only been written for a few minutes and has not yet been published on the Internet. This man named Fang Heng 3 can write the same things as him many hours in advance?

What exactly is going on?

He looked at the dim room in horror, and felt that there were cold eyes everywhere. Their vision was like a sharp knife, which could cut his brain and see his soul at any time.

An unprecedented horror caused confusion in his mind, and he felt like he was going crazy.

He touched the keyboard with trembling hands, and tremblingly typed a few words on the document.

"who are you?"

After typing, he dared not look at the computer screen, for fear that a few words would jump out of the document.

He closed his eyes and waited for a few minutes before slowly opening his eyes.

Fortunately, there is no text out of thin air in the document.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the phone on the ground suddenly made a beep.

His heart was pounding suddenly, and he hesitated for more than ten minutes before he picked up the phone with trepidation.

It is a new text message from a hidden number.

The text message has only four short words: "I am Fang Heng."

It was as if he had seen the scariest thing in the world, his hair was standing up, and the cold sweat on his head dripped down.

The phone is new, and he doesn't remember the number himself. How did this person named Fang Heng know?

And he can see what he typed on the computer and answer his questions.

This can no longer be explained by common sense.

Is there really a ghost in this world? Or can he see through the ghost of his thoughts?

He was going crazy, and tremblingly responded to the text message: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Use your true identity to admit the fact that you have plagiarized, and apologize to the author who has been plagiarized by you."

Wang Le stared at this message blankly.

If he did, he would not only lose face, but also compensate the authors.

The important thing is that for a long time, I am afraid that no website has dared to cooperate with him.

But if he doesn't do it, he may be entangled endlessly by this Fang Heng.

The thought of his weird methods made him chill.

He would rather go to the construction site to move bricks than be stared at by someone who doesn't know whether it is a ghost or a ghost.

So he quickly replied: "Okay. But can you tell me who you are? How do you do all this?"

But this time he waited for a long time and didn't wait for a reply. He knew that the other party would not answer.

This might become an eternal mystery, but he did not have the courage and courage to pursue the answer.

After he settled down, he wrote an apology letter in the document and posted it on the Internet. Then he contacted several authors who had been plagiarized by him, and gave them all the income he earned from plagiarizing their books.

He instinctively didn't do this. The eyes behind him, the person named Fang Heng, would always look at him from behind, so that he would never have peace.

...

Because of Wang Le’s apology, there has already been an uproar on the Internet. I don’t know what happened to this person. He actually changed his old style and admitted to plagiarism and apologized.

Several authors who were apologized also stepped up to confirm this fact and claimed that he had compensated.

Everyone can't understand it even more. The money earned in their pockets is actually willing to take it out. Is this person suffering a blow or a sudden conscience discovery?

But this kind of ending is something that everyone loves to hear. Good people get a little bit of reward, and evil people have wicked people. Most people in this world are actually as simple as that.

Wu Jun watched Wang Le walk out of the corridor from a distance, focusing all his attention on him, and then his wheel of fortune emerged.

Against the huge black background, the light of the wheel of fortune has lost the brilliance of when I first saw him, but has returned to the level of an ordinary person, perhaps even weaker.

No matter what he will do in the future, his fate of plagiarizing others to reach the pinnacle of life is completely changed.

Although I don't know what kind of evaluation the system will make to him, he will still deal with it even if I try it again.

...

Fang Heng looked at the deleted book and felt that he didn't understand it. Why didn't the Master write only the beginning, and that's the case for all three books.

It seems that the Master is the legendary king of pits.

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