It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 222: Only a dark-minded person could come up with such a plot

His former boss Dodge was not a good guy and loved to exploit his employees.

But Liu Zheng couldn't understand why the other party would target his wife and daughter since there was no conflict of interest between him and him, and he hadn't even asked for a raise.

Full of questions and anger, he began to investigate his former boss Dodge.

Finally, after almost exhausting his savings over the years, he found Dodge's address and prepared manpower and weapons.

But Liu Zheng did not act immediately. He chose to wait nearby for three days.

Three days later, on the day that brought him great pain every year, he rushed into Dodge's villa with the desperate men he hired from the Old Town.

With the belief in revenge and the power of his race, Liu Zheng is extremely powerful.

Even the security guards that Dodge hired at great expense could not stop him.

Finally, he broke into Dodge's secret room.

The whole family hid inside, neatly arranged.

"Dodger, do you remember me?"

Liu Zheng took off his hood and shouted.

When Dodge saw his face clearly, he knew he was doomed.

He begged Liu Zheng desperately to let his family go, but all he got in return was a sneer.

"You asked me to let your family go, but who will let my family go?"

Liu Zheng raised his hand and fired a shot, smashing the heads of Dodge's wife and son.

Then he turned his gaze to Dodge's daughter.

The girl was wearing an exquisite dress and was very pretty, just like a little princess.

If his daughter grew up to this age, she would definitely be prettier and healthier than her.

Thinking of this, Liu Zheng's anger grew even stronger, and a trace of poisonous flames burned away his sanity.

He grabbed the girl and tore her clothes.

"No!"

Dodge screamed.

"Shut up!"

Liu Zheng knocked him to the ground with one punch, and then chopped off his limbs with a machete.

"I will make you endure ten times the pain I once suffered!"

Liu Zheng howled.

He shot Dodge through the head.

But just as Liu was about to shoot Dodge's daughter, his pupils dilated to the extreme with fear.

Because he saw the fox ear birthmark on Dodge's daughter's chest.

The birthmark is exactly the same as the one on his wife's chest, which is the proof of bloodline.

When Liu Zheng was trembling and trying to speak, the dead Dodge suddenly hit the ring on the severed hand with his head.

A laser shot through his throat, burning his vocal cords.

Then four more lasers shot out, severing his limbs, just like he did to Dodge.

"My dear daughter, kill him, kill this murderer!"

Dodge shouted, and what flowed out of the wound on his head was not blood, but a liquid similar to motor oil.

There was a happy smile on his face. It was such a thrilling plot that a father was killed by his daughter as an enemy.

The girl obediently picked up the machete and slowly walked towards Liu Zheng.

At this moment, there was no innocence and fear in her eyes, only hatred and anger, just like Liu Zheng.

The tender hand raised the machete and then swung it down violently.

The moment Liu Zheng's head was chopped off, his heart was empty except for extreme sadness.

"grass!"

When Liu Zheng woke up from his dream, the first thing he did was to curse.

This is so fucking disgusting. Only a very dark-minded person can come up with such a plot.

"How does 'Excessive joy leads to sorrow' taste, Mr. Delivery Man?"

The black cat asked with a smile.

“I just want to know, is this nonfiction?”

Liu Zheng asked gloomily, covering his face.

"To describe it as a documentary novel is a bit of an understatement for 'Excessive joy leads to sorrow'. If anything, this is actually a dossier."

Black Cat said.

"I think it's more appropriate to call it a documentary, except that the people in it don't know they are actors."

he said with a sneer.

"You're right to say that."

The black cat spread out its paws and said.

"How many cups of 'Excessive Joy Leads to Sorrow' can the club produce in a year?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don't know about that. After all, I'm not from the club. But I estimate that there should be several hundred cups."

The black cat thought for a moment and said.

“That’s quite a lot.”

He smiled and said.

A few hundred cups of "extreme joy leads to sorrow" means the fate of thousands of individuals and families being manipulated and collapsed.

“For the Mets, it’s not a lot.”

The black cat said calmly.

"Even if they are not selected by the club, they will still live a miserable life. Besides, it's not that the club has not brought them any benefits."

"For example, if it weren't for the club's help, the protagonist of the cup you drank would definitely have no offspring."

"So, they should be grateful to the club for its great kindness?"

Liu Zheng's tone was filled with sarcasm.

"I know it's hard for you to understand the logic, but this is the Mets."

The black cat looked at him with sympathy.

The Five Virtues are indeed a powerful force, especially for those who rely on words for survival, they are even more effective.

But the five virtues are also a curse. People who possess the five virtues will eventually be assimilated by the metropolis or swallowed up by it.

So, this delivery man must have had a hard life all along.

Thinking of this, the black cat was no longer so eager for the word "faith".

"It's worthy of being a metropolis."

Liu Zheng nodded and said nothing more. He had to make all kinds of preparations to blow up the "Sunshine" pet store, and this "Quillen" club was obviously much more advanced, and it was backed by the Writers Association.

Even if he lacks the strength, he will not abuse his kindness.

It is impossible to actively target them. Of course, if it is convenient, Liu Zheng does not mind causing some trouble for the "Feather Pen" Club.

What if the takeaway food happens to be delivered here?

As we all know, takeaway disputes are a specialty of the Bloody Restaurant and must be tasted.

"Okay, I'm going to go through the next process. If you need anything, just tell Miss Hiashikibu, and all the expenses will be charged to my account."

"Then I'll see you both later."

The black cat took off his hat, bowed slightly, and then threw it into the air.

Then, it disappeared along with the flying hat.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the novelist.

The latter was still looking at the direction where the hat flew away, with a look of loss and expectation in his eyes.

"what happened?"

he asked knowingly.

"Senior, will I become a great writer like him?"

The novelist asked, pursing his lips.

"Yes, you will become a greater writer than this."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"At least in my heart."

He thought of the word "信" on his belly and added another sentence.

"Pfft~"

The novelist burst out laughing.

"Senior is really a person who can't lie."

She said faintly.

"It's not impossible. You're so good at writing short stories, which shows that you have a solid foundation in writing, but your thinking hasn't shifted to writing long stories yet."

"And didn't I give you that editing tip? That should be helpful, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yeah! It helps a lot."

The novelist nodded vigorously.

"That's fine. By the way, why do you have to write a long novel?"

he asked curiously.

“Narrators can only appear in the fields of poetry and novels. Poetry is definitely not an option, so I can only try novels.”

The novelist said.

She does not say what a narrator is, nor does she explain why one should become one.

But, that's enough.

Liu Zheng didn't want to know more, he just wanted the novelist not to act on a whim.

"Would it be possible if I gave you the story outline and chapter outlines, and you expanded them with your own words?"

He thought for a moment and said.

"No, senior."

The novelist shook his head.

“If I just want to be a gold author, or a platinum author, then that’s fine.”

“But if you want to be a storyteller, you can’t use such means.”

She said.

"That's it"

"Then if you want to get started quickly, you can try writing fan fiction."

Liu Zheng thought about it again and said.

"Fanfiction?"

The novelist looked puzzled.

"No, is the level of development of your online literature still so primitive?"

he said helplessly.

The novelist showed a guilty look.

"Fan fiction is a secondary creation based on the original work. For example, if you write a novel like "Beat Amon Up at the Beginning, Even the Monocle Can't Save Him" ​​based on the novel "Amon and His Monocle", then your novel is a fan fiction of "Amon and His Monocle"."

Liu Zheng explained.

"I see."

The novelist suddenly realized.

She did know of a similar way of creating, but the Metropolitan Museum of Art had not yet come up with a special term like "fan fiction".

"Because fan fiction has ready-made characters, plots, and story lines, it is much easier to write than original works. For a novice like you who has sufficient writing skills but lacks the thinking and aesthetics to write a long novel, it is a good opportunity to start with fan fiction, just like a baby learning to walk to learn how to write a long novel."

he continued.

"I see. But I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome to write fan fiction in the metropolis."

The novelist was first surprised, then said in distress.

"What's the trouble? Do you want to give the original author some money?"

"It would be fine if it was just about sharing the money, but if you write fan fiction, you also have to share your text with the original author."

"If the goal is just to become a platinum author, then it doesn't matter. But if you want to be a storyteller, you can't have such flaws. Because even if you kill the original author, you can't get back the text that has been divided out."

The novelist whispered murderous words.

"I see. What if the original author doesn't want it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Given the wealth of novelists, it should be possible for some original authors to give up this right.

"No, this is the rule of the Metropolis. Unless the original author refuses from the bottom of his soul, ordinary coercion and inducement will not work."

The novelist said.

If she wanted to make people reject her from the bottom of their hearts, she certainly had ways to do so, but those ways were extraordinary.

If you cause rejection from other members of the Writers Association just for writing a fan fiction, it would be a waste of time and effort.

"Then copy mine."

Liu Zheng said simply.

(End of this chapter)