The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 655 Expressors

The three of them walked into the entrance hall and came to the living room.

One word: chaos.

There was no place to stay in the living room. It was full of takeout boxes, beer bottles, cigarette butts, crumpled toilet paper, and other household garbage.

"Zhong He, help Teacher Ge clean up." Huang Lian said.

"Okay." Zhong He looked completely different, with a humble smile on his face. He stepped forward and opened the curtains, quickly looked around and found the entry point. He started by cleaning the desktop, looking like a professional housekeeper.

Huang Lian and Hengmu followed Gregor into a study.

It was very dark inside, filled with choking second-hand smoke, and filled with books. In front of the window with thick curtains was a computer desk and a lift swivel chair.

On the table were an old laptop, an ashtray filled with cigarette butts, and some empty coffee bottles.

The notebook is open, and there is not a word on the document.

"Teacher Ge got stuck?" Hengmu found the topic naturally.

"I wrote two hundred words this morning and read it several times. It was all bullshit and I deleted it."

Gregor sat back on the swivel chair. He couldn't find a cigarette for a long time, so he found half a cigarette from the ashtray, lit it up again, and started smoking.

"Zhong He brought you a good cigarette." Hengmu said, "I asked him..."

"No need." Gregor clasped his feet with one hand and said, "There are so many awakened ones among you, and I am the only one missing."

"In that case, what you understand is the Sequence 8 [Plague Knight]." Yokogi said.

"Is it very strong?" Gregor raised his hand, and a flowing wind of poison appeared in front of the three of them.

Huang Lian and Hengmu were shocked, and their faces turned gray: if they were touched by this wind, their bodies would melt into a pile of rotten flesh. Except for Hong Xiaoxiao's [Gamer], no resurrection talent would work.

Gregor shook hands and the poisonous wind disappeared, "I usually use it to kill mosquitoes, cockroaches and so on."

"Mr. Gao, your current [Plague Knight] is only level three." Yokogi pushed up his glasses and the smile returned to his face: "The Baichuan regiment has poison runes. You can use it to break through level 4 and become stronger. We need Use your power to fight the end of the world together..."

"I told you." Gregor held the cigarette butt in his hand and scratched his greasy hair. "I just want to write a novel. I'm not interested in other things."

"Teacher Ge." Huang Lian asked sincerely: "I don't quite understand. You all know that your readers are all beasts. Is it necessary to continue writing?"

"It is necessary." Gregor said: "As long as there are readers, the novel has meaning. Whether it is human or animal, my novel will be misunderstood anyway. Being misunderstood is the fate of the expresser."

Huang Lian became even more confused and asked with a smile, "Since it is going to be misunderstood, what else can I express?"

"This is the interesting part." Gregor also laughed.

“I feel, I think, I express, I exist.”

"If my expression can be misunderstood in various ways, then my existence will only be greater and, in a sense, close to eternity."

"Because nothing can exist alone. All things are interdependent. Conditioned dharma is empty. Do you understand?"

"..." Huang Lian decided to shut up and leave the matter to Hengmu.

"Teacher Ge, your ideological level is too high. I don't understand it, but I understand it." Hengmu said frankly, "Can I ask how many words you have written now?"

Greg raised his hand and motioned for them to look at the computer screen.

Huang Lian was surprised: "You didn't write a word?"

"Yeah." Gregor sighed: "The beginning is very important. Whether a novel will be successful or not is determined by the beginning. I have written it hundreds of times, but I still haven't come up with a satisfactory beginning." - Will it? Are you not suitable for this job at all?

Huang Lian complained in his mind and asked: "Have you written any works before?"

"Yes, there are a lot of them. One of them is quite popular and I made some money, so I don't have to catch up on food anymore and can concentrate on self-expression."

"Can I read your previous works?" Huang Lian was very curious.

"Everything written in a vest is bullshit, don't read it." Gregor was very disdainful.

"This is troublesome." Yokogi said: "The Mist World only has more than a year. It would be a shame if you can't finish it."

"Yes." Gregor frowned: "I was stuck for several months at the beginning. One year is definitely not enough. I estimate that it will take three years, no, five years, well, I can definitely finish it in five years. I won’t live anymore after writing this, and I’ll just find a place to die.”

"In this case, you should join us. Let's find a way to escape from the foggy world and live until five years later." Hengmu said: "When you finish writing, I want to be your first reader and read it carefully... No , misunderstand it."

Gregor was a little shaken and he lowered his head to think. At this time, Hengmu quickly handed him a cigarette and lit it.

Gregor took a breath: "You are right, but I still just want to write novels. I don't want to do anything except this..."

Yokogi smiled: "Teacher, I think you can try it first...ah!"

In the middle of Hengmu's words, he suddenly screamed and stepped back.

"Wow!"

Gregor was frightened by the crossbar. His butt slipped and he fell off the chair: "Don't shout suddenly, I have a neurasthenia..."

"No, your computer... your computer..."

It turned out that the laptop screen behind Gregor suddenly turned black, and a human face appeared inside.

"Don't be afraid." Huang Lian looked calm. He knew the man on the screen: "It's not a ghost."

"Come out." Huang Lian said.

The man on the screen hesitated for a moment, then turned into a white light and flew out of the computer screen, and the screen returned to its original state.

The man who jumped out of the screen was 25 or [-] years old, with a thin build, soft and thin brown hair, a narrow face, and green bean eyes. The whole person looked a little timid and dull.

Huang Lian remembers him, his name is Luan Jian, talent [Man in the Mirror], serial number 40, time and space system.

He was originally an elite member of the Qinglong Group of the Qilin Union, but was currently transferred to the Yanliang Group.

[The Man in the Mirror] can be hidden on the surface of any mirror or reflective smooth object at will. The smallest object can be just a drop of dew. Moreover, he can also "jump" in it, and the effect is close to [teleport]. Of course, jumping There are corresponding limits on distance and number of jumps.

"Why are you here?" Huang Lian asked in a deep voice.

"Yes! Why are you in my computer!" Gregor also wanted to ask.

Luan Jian did not dare to look into everyone's eyes, and his voice was very low: "Elder Yanliang asked me to protect Gregor secretly."

"Oh, secret protection." Zhong Hyuk, who was cleaning the living room, also came to the door of the study, "I think he was secretly watching."

Luan Jian lowered his head and remained silent, looking uncomfortable.

"Dong dong dong."

At this moment, the door rang.

(End of this chapter)