Yuan Yuanyuan sat on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time, but couldn't remember when this happened.

It wouldn't be strange if she forgot when she laughed or was in a daze, but crying...

Please forgive Yuanyuan for saying this with a hint of contempt. The last time she cried was many years ago.

Yuan Yuanyuan didn't look at it carefully. She thought it was another trick used by Ji Qiu to conceal her identity, or a scene to perfect the story, just like the story of Yi Kanyuan and his sister making dumplings in the Yao Ji a long time ago...

Then why is Yuan here crying?

Does it mean that if the real him came here at this moment, he would be very sad?

Or...if the person who came here at this time was not her, but the real Yiqi, would he behave like this?

Yuan Yuanyuansi had no idea what Ji Qiu would feel if he were here, because that pervert was so elusive and his abilities were so great.

Sometimes Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't help but wonder who Ji Qiu was... Was he some monster that had lived for a thousand years? Was he tired of living and wanted to tease the people and monsters around him?

Although she felt vaguely uncomfortable and even had some anxious premonitions, Yuan Yuanyuan still tried not to be too surprised. She got out of bed, closed the curtains and prepared to have a good sleep. She had to get up early to attend a meeting tomorrow. Yuan Yuanyuan would feel drowsy every time she heard about the meeting.

Before going to sleep, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly realized something.

The last scene...although it scared her enough, it did have some benefits if you think about it seriously.

When readers see Yuan crying in the comic, they will definitely wonder what is going on.

This is so strange that it is natural to explore why he is crying.

After such exploration...

Yuan Yuanyuan's face suddenly felt an incomparable sense of comfort, even more refreshing than Vita lemon tea...

She lay on the soft bed, feeling completely relaxed.

With this indescribable feeling of comfort, she lay alone in bed and fell asleep peacefully, with the door tightly closed, completely isolating herself from the outside world.

However, when Yuan Yuanyuan was fast asleep... what she didn't know was that half of the people in the corridor outside were all startled and were frantically looking for the paintings in the corridor.

Here we have to praise the soundproofing facilities of Nanchun Restaurant. It is so comfortable. As a restaurant that was once used as a court, the soundproofing effect is very different from those small hotels outside that cost tens of yuan a night. At least when Liu An pushed the door open and went out, he was startled.

"Oh my god! What the hell?" When Liu An pushed the door open, he saw the corridor full of people...it was even busier than during the day.

He was just hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to sneak out for a midnight snack... Although meals are served on time on the first floor, there is sometimes some leftovers in the kitchen. He sneaked in there a few days ago and has been secretly going to the kitchen to eat these days.

When he was in the house just now, he thought that the atmosphere outside was as quiet as it was a few days ago. But when he opened the door suddenly, he found himself in a vegetable market...

Liu An was in a trance and had a feeling of doubting his life. He looked back at the clock in the room and saw that it was almost one o'clock. He turned around and began to wonder if it was one o'clock in the morning or one o'clock in the afternoon...

Looking at the group of people in the corridor again, they were all dressed decently, definitely very warm, and some were fully armed, even with weapons.

Liu An, wearing pajamas and slippers, went downstairs in a daze and went into the back kitchen. From the upstairs section to the downstairs section, there was basically no place where no people could be seen. There were more people than during the day.

When Liu An arrived at the back kitchen, he looked at the bright lights outside, quietly closed the door, secretly took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and went upstairs. When he was walking back through the group of people, he suddenly saw a familiar person and quickly grabbed him, "Hey, brother, what are you doing?"

"Looking for a painting." said the person Liu An knew.

"Looking for a painting? What painting?" Liu An looked at the corridor and saw that there was indeed a group of people gathered on the side with the painting.

"Didn't you watch the Demon Chronicles tonight?" said the man Liu An knew. "You would have known if you had watched it. It was the painting that made Yuan cry."

"Oh——" Liu An suddenly realized and let out a long sigh.

"No, then you guys..." Liu An immediately started to laugh and cry again, "What the hell is this? I'm in the building right now. Can you please consider my feelings and look for me secretly?"

"To be honest, I was also searching secretly at first." The man on the other end came over stealthily and said, "At first I didn't even dare to turn on the corridor lights. I thought I was searching in the dark with a flashlight. Who would have known..."

"Who knows what?" Liu An looked very disgusted.

"Who knew that more and more people would come out later?" the man said, "Then someone turned on the light, and then the corridor became what you see now."

"Uh..." Liu An looked at them and said, "Are you guys preparing to die together..."

"Hey, what nonsense! You all say that the law is irresponsible? There are so many people here. If he wants to cause trouble for others, who should he go to?" The man smiled, waved his hand, and left again. Liu An looked at his receding back, shook his head, turned around, took the milk and went back to the house.

Back in the room, he picked up the mobile phone next to him and looked at it, then turned to the painting. Yuan in the painting was looking at a painting and shedding tears.

It was the first time that Liu An saw him cry on that pretty face. Thinking about it carefully, he had been seen crying countless times... It was quite unfair.

Liu An didn't have any idea about the painting itself. He just felt that the painting showed that there was probably some story behind it.

Of course, he wanted to find out what the painting was, because it seemed to have some meaning. However, Liu An was not ready to go out to look for it in the middle of the night. Who knew that each of those people would be much more skillful than her.

Liu An put down the milk in his hand. Even though a bunch of people were outside trying to find out what the painting was, he was not ready to go.

Putting aside other things, it is useless to poke at someone's sore spots... Liu An still disdains to do such things. If you say Yuan is not here, then it's fine, but Yuan himself is here... It's like exposing someone's scars in front of him.

People are already very sad, and you are still observing them from head to toe with a Sherlock Holmes attitude... How embarrassing that scene would be.

Liu An shook his head, and then suddenly felt that he was a little arrogant. But when he thought of that scene, he got goosebumps all over his body.

Fortunately, he is different from Yuan, and his identity has not been exposed. If it had been exposed... he would not know how to face such an embarrassing situation.

Liu An fell asleep with three parts of relief and seven parts of inexplicable comfort. He closed his eyes gently and slowly fell asleep.

The breathing sounds in the room became slower and longer, carrying a sense of stability.

…

No!

No!

Liu An, who was lying on the bed, suddenly turned over and sat up, almost spraining his waist.

No!

Liu An turned over and got out of bed, picked up the comic book, began to flip through it quickly, and then his eyes widened.

There is something wrong with that painting! There is definitely something wrong with that painting!

He began to understand what the painting meant... He began to understand.

A tingling sensation that she had never experienced before spread throughout Liu An's body. It was a fear of the unknown.

Liu An just glanced over it, and although he did notice a slight sense of incongruity, he didn't pay much attention to it. It was only now, when he was lying on the bed, that he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Liu An looked at the screen on his phone and froze there.

That night, Liu An sat on the bed in a daze all night.

Liu An sat cross-legged, glancing at the door.

He finally understood why everyone was wandering around the corridors tonight...because of this.

Those people were indeed not as he thought, being bored in the middle of the night or something. Some of them were simply following the trend, but there was definitely a small number of them who had discovered the trick.

Liu An pushed the door open and took a look. The group of people outside the injection door had not left yet, and there were even more and more of them. There happened to be a long gallery in front of his house, so he estimated that they would not be able to disperse for a while.

...Do you want to go?

Liu An peeked through the crack in the door and discovered something he hadn't seen in the corridor just now.

In fact, although there are a lot of people in the corridor, but if you look closely, among those people... there are no Taoist priests from any sect.

However, when Liu An was in the corridor just now, there were still many Taoist priests from the sect.

What does this mean?

The people in the sects are more organized, and it is very likely that they have already started to organize themselves, so the ones who remain are these independent cultivators.

Liu An became more and more frightened. After thinking it over, he did not go out for fear that something might happen.

However, he couldn't sleep that night.

…

"Hey, do you think that besides us...is there anyone who can figure out the tricks of tonight's Demon Record?" A girl's voice asked softly in the darkness.

"No, I don't know." Another girl next to him said, "I think someone must have seen it, but they didn't say anything, just like us..."

"So what we discovered...is it true or false?" a girl asked hesitantly.

"...I don't know." The leading girl hesitated for a while and said, "If it is true, then it is...too shocking. The scope of the incident is beyond the imagination of most people."

"That's not necessarily true." A timid girl next to them whispered, "Does Taoism and sorcery have such a concept as predicting destiny? I learned it from my mother before. Who knows, maybe that Ji Qiu is a senior who is particularly good at predicting destiny."

"Pfft, then help us push it. Several of us are not awake at night and come out...what are we trying to do?" said another little girl next to them.

"Hey, let me tell you, I know some inside information." The girl who had met Yuan that day was a little excited, "I know there are several sealed corridors in our restaurant. It's on our employee map."

"By the way, look at that corridor over there. Yuan is right there." The girl pointed as they passed a corridor.

"I think... it's more reliable to just wake him up. This is the fastest way." A girl murmured.

"Who dares to go? Do you dare?" Her suggestion was immediately sneered at by the other two girls. "Look, we have searched everywhere outside, but no one dares to call him."

"What about the monsters? Why don't they react?"

"You are stupid, monsters don't read monster records as quickly as we do."

They used flashlights to illuminate the dark corridor and huddled together, feeling quite shivering.

Outsiders are not allowed to come here, only employees can enter. So several girls can come here together in the middle of the night and use flashlights to look for paintings on the wall.

"No, you see, we come out in the middle of the night and are frozen like snowflakes. Isn't that a bit miserable?" said a girl next to them.

"No." A girl next to her pursed her lips, "I, I really want to find that painting."

"I really wanted to go back to sleep, but considering that you two were out, I didn't dare to sleep alone, so I followed you out." The most timid girl among the three said, "Why did we come out?"

"I..." The girl next to her thought for a moment and suddenly didn't know what to say. She hesitated for a long time before she said something.

"I want to know...why he's crying."

"It's over, you're doomed." The timid girl sighed immediately, "You've gone crazy reading comics. I'm going to go back and tell your mother."

"I was stunned for a long time when I saw that person that day, wondering if this was really the paper man I knew before?" The leading girl said in silence, "I was really a little scared for a moment, but then I talked to him for a few more sentences, and after talking for a few sentences, I suddenly felt... Oh, it turned out to be that person."

"Okay, why are you talking about paper in the middle of the night? At least the paper man won't kill you." A girl next to him laughed, "You always feel sorry for him, but he doesn't need your concern, okay?"

"So..." The girl ignored him and continued, "I want to see...if...I go there earlier, will he not cry when he sees that broken painting?"

"Ah?" The two girls next to them were stunned.

After a while, they finally reacted, one after another trying to persuade.

"Big sis, calm down. Your mother won't agree to let you risk your life for this comic."

"That's a super monster, an ancient monster, sister, please wake up..."

…

Yuan Yuanyuan in the room knew nothing.

While there was chaos outside, she slept soundly in the highly soundproofed room.

In the quiet and comfortable house, Yuan Yuanyuan seemed to feel something in a trance.

She had a dream.

The author has something to say: I was wrong... I felt it was not very good after I finished writing it, but I will stop here, it is a bit obscure.

All in all...this is a story about a fan girl realizing that this is the future, and she is ready to stop this future.

I will write about it in detail in the next chapter...how she tried to stop it, and how she watched the things in the comics become reality.

emmmmmm...orz, I'm sorry for the poor off-site support, but I found that my writing skills are limited, and I am indeed...a bit at a loss here. I will spend double the time to write tomorrow.

Then... I mainly want everyone to feel the feeling of watching your idol gradually fall into tragedy in front of you and being unable to save it. Everyone is watching a idol fall into tragedy, and this is also the main theme of the later period.

But let me reiterate, this article he, this article he, this article he, is not square.

Tsk... I feel like my emotions aren't expressed well enough. I'll try harder to cultivate them tomorrow.

Pat on the head, love you =￣ω￣=