'The top investigators are not completely confident about me?'
'Yes...after all, I am a dangerous factor...but why didn't I be imprisoned directly?'
'In order for me to go out and continue to attract the remnants of the Fallen Star Order?'
Fang Xian saw something, but pretended not to know and organized the files one by one.
"Ahem... Roca, you have been studying in isolation here for a month. It's time to go out and enjoy your vacation." Love coughed and announced.
"holiday?"
"Yes, most investigators are under great pressure, so they must take compulsory leave every once in a while to prevent loss of sanity..." At this point, Love added meaningfully: "There may be no upper limit to spirit and inspiration.
, but among the Secret Keepers, we divide the sanity value into three stages, 0 to 35 is red, 35 to 65 is green, 65 to 100 is still red. The closer to 50, the darker the green, and closer to 0 and 100
, the darker the red..."
"It feels a little strange. Isn't the higher the rationality, the better?"
Fang Xian asked strangely.
"Balance! Balance is the most important thing... We humans have certain sensibility to begin with, how can we be absolutely rational? In this regard, there are bloody lessons... That was before this standard came out, and a person who cannot be named
A legendary investigator who thought he had found the path of absolute rationality, and through various methods, raised his rationality value to 100..."
Love's voice was low: "Then, he also went crazy! Crazy because of 'absolute rationality', because he had no emotion and no goal to protect, he became indifferent to his relatives, became extremely cruel and indifferent, and no longer followed the rules.
The secret man's motto... It has been proved later that absolute rationality is not desirable. Maintaining balance is the key. We need rationality, and we also need emotion to bring strength to our hearts! After the vigorous promotion of His Excellency Clark Carter, the new standard was established
Establish."
"So, this is the origin of the compulsory leave system?"
Fang Xian said that he understood.
"Yes, although you have not investigated the case, you have come into contact with too many files... This may also unknowingly put pressure on your spirit. My suggestion is to relax, go to a concert,
A drunken encounter, or a date with a cute girl..." Love advised: "In short, don't think about these files for the time being, and of course, don't forget our confidentiality agreement."
"Of course."
Fang Xian nodded.
…
Before returning to the apartment building where he rented again, Fang Xian actually felt like he was in another world.
He came to the door, took out the key and opened the door, and found many letters lying on the carpet.
Most of it comes from editors' reminders, or contacts from friends, and some bills for water, electricity and gas.
The rental fee is paid every six months, so Fang Xian doesn't have to worry about the landlord evicting him if he doesn't live there for a month.
Inside the house, the furnishings were the same as before Rocca left, except for a layer of dust.
Fang Xian opened the refrigerator and shook his head helplessly: "It all stinks... Throw it away and replace it with a new batch, ugh... I think that as an investigator, it is best to live in the branch all the time.
I love my job and work hard, why do you force me to take a vacation?"
He complained, lifted up his sleeves, and started cleaning.
After throwing away all the trash, Fang Xian sat back at his desk and began to open and read letters one by one.
There is no need to look at those reminder bills, just pay them another day.
There are also some letters from friends that need to be answered one by one, and there may be temptations from the Fallen Star Order hidden in them.
Finally, there are still routine reminders from publishers and magazines.
This is not because Roca is so famous, but there was an agreement before that he must provide a certain number of words in manuscripts every month.
"Currently... Rocca also has a novel and a prose series being serialized, and he needs to provide poetry drafts to two newspapers every month... Annoying! I don't want to do it anymore..."
Fang Xian kept silent, but still did not directly write a letter to refuse.
Although being an investigator is a good job, there is no salary, no salary, no salary! Say important things three times!
Although the headquarters is responsible for the food and lodging of the investigators, and occasionally receives generous rewards from the victims of supernatural cases, these are very few after all.
I also need a part-time job to avoid being disconnected from society.
Although...investigators are generally out of touch with society and appear to behave erratically, similar to mental patients.
"But...writing still needs to be maintained...some plans can probably be implemented through it..."
Fang Xian looked at his attribute column: "I am also a secret existence of the sixth level now...Although I may be the most useless one in history, my personality is still there after all, and I can accept and respond to prayers within a certain range.
believer……"
"The supernatural power in this world is a bit confusing...for example, the broken-winged bird spell requires a sacrifice of pain. If the pain is not enough, the spell has no power..."
"So... can I collect all kinds of negative emotions from readers and use them as a medium for me to cast spells?"
"With a person who exists in secret, this should be possible. As for how to collect it? Who doesn't know how to write a torture article? This is mental pain, and the quality is probably better than physical pain... Well, I hope not
There will be readers who send me razor blades, it doesn't matter, they don't know my address."
"Abuse of a main character is easy to write, but how to write it so brilliantly that readers can't stop reading, scolding and reading, and finally grieving and suffering with the characters in the book... is a bit tricky, and you have to put some thought into it, otherwise no one will read it.
It’s useless if no one pursues it…”
"When they feel sad, sad, in pain... and have all kinds of negative emotions, they may pass them to me through my 'pen name' as my qualifications for casting spells... Well, only those with enough personality can
This can only be achieved by accepting the presence of prayer.”
"In this regard, you have to be careful with investigators, but it doesn't matter. My tragedy will definitely pass the review, because it does not contain a trace of supernatural power... nor will it reveal anything. It just makes readers feel sad and painful..."
"The share of one reader does not need to be too large, and it will not have any substantial impact on the other party...but the savings will definitely exceed the limit of what I can achieve alone!"
"Starting from today, I will transform into a tragedy or horror author. Why...think about it, I'm still a little excited?"
Fang Xian slowly perfected his plan and looked at his friend's letter again.
Most of these came from Stewart and friends from that party. They came to ask about their situation, and Fang Xian responded casually.
In addition, there are some invitations.
Most of them are out of date, and only one is still valid, which invited him to an art exhibition in the city of Orsay.
Look at the signature, it's Shala.
'The object of Stewart's admiration? I seem to smell the smell of dog blood...'