After perfecting the plan, Fang Xian transformed into a ruthless coding machine.
In just one night, I wrote a thick pile of manuscripts. Not only did I complete the original Rocca, but I also wrote several new horror and tragic beginnings, preparing to submit it to the publishing house.
As for short poems?
It's better not to challenge Love's sensitive nerves with such a terrifying thing.
After completing all this, he took a good sleep, and when he woke up, it was already afternoon.
He took a thick stack of envelopes, got into his car, and drove to a supermarket dozens of miles away to shop and deliver letters.
Well, that's the characteristic of Orsay City. It's too big and the population is too small. Even if you go shopping, you have to drive for half an hour.
Without a car, it is simply difficult to move.
Moreover, the rich here prefer to live in the suburbs, away from the city and close to nature.
The closer you get to the city, the more you see a large number of slums, and the pollution is also very serious.
About two hours later, he came back with a thick paper bag, put the milk, bread, and fresh meat into categories, fried himself a piece of veal steak, and served it with French fries and ketchup for dinner.
'Love didn't jump out to review my manuscript, and weren't you afraid that I would leak the secret?'
'No, no, based on the investigators' caution, they probably have specialized censors in various influential newspapers and publishing houses?'
While cutting the steak, Fang Xian thought about the investigator's possible reaction and his own goal.
'Writing horror and tragedy is to improve my strength, so as not to be killed by sudden abnormal situations, so that I can work longer as an investigator...'
'If you work as an investigator for a long time, you will definitely come into contact with different supernatural powers... At that time, you may be able to choose a path and slowly improve it. After reaching a sufficient level, you can try to solve my path problem...'
'The tribulation force is gone, it's also at level six, but it's too confusing... How can we make progress if the tribulation force is gone? Are we always stuck at level six, just like an ordinary person?'
'Is what I created... a dead end?'
'The way of Daluo is so simple... No matter how much I have deduced before, it is better to experience it myself...'
After eating and drinking, Fang Xian took a bath and fell asleep quickly.
Before falling asleep, he made a decision and was ready to agree to Shara's invitation to visit the art exhibition.
…
A beautiful and sunny day.
Fang Xian drove towards the city. The desolate scenes on both sides quickly receded. The outline of a city gradually emerged, and the shadows of the black buildings became taller and taller.
This is Orsay City, a coastal city with a not particularly developed economy and famous for its tourism and fishing industries.
At the same time, there are also several well-known art colleges here, so it is also rich in artists and literary enthusiasts.
After parking the car, he saw Charla and Stewart.
Shara was wearing a white dress and holding a parasol, looking very young and beautiful.
Stewart, with an exaggerated hairstyle, came up and gave Fang Xian a hug: "Roka...I'm sorry, it was my fault at the last party...that made you stay in the hospital for so long."
Well, the incident involving Simpson last time has been finalized. Even Stewart thought he had misjudged Simpson and had harmed a bunch of people.
This resulted in him having a very bad reputation in the social circle, and few people were willing to remain friends with him.
"fine."
Fang Xian took out the invitation letter that came with the letter: "Let's go. Is this art exhibition organized by a newcomer?"
"Yes, his name is Dewen, and he is a talented sculptor!"
Xia La chuckled and said: "One of his works once sold for a high price of 1,000 gold pounds. Many admirers recognized his talent and thought he had the potential to catch up with Master Kepro!"
Cape Pro!
A famous sculptor in the history of the world and a great artist who will go down in history.
His style is famous for its variety, magnificence, and boldness.
Unfortunately, he fell into madness in his later years and died of madness after completing a work.
Fang Xian's evaluation of this master emerged in his mind, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart: 'The profession of artist is too dangerous in this world... They generally have high inspiration and are prone to contact with some abnormal and weird things. Maybe. They will also actively and enthusiastically pursue it as a source of inspiration and creation.'
"Then, I really can't wait to see you."
He chuckled lightly and followed Shara and Stewart into the venue.
On both sides of the venue, there were plaster statues of various shapes.
They have figures, animals, and some abstract works.
Although Fang Xian doesn't know how to appreciate them, he still feels that these sculptures are very lifelike.
'And...it's pretty normal. There's nothing special enough to arouse my desire to create...'
Fang Xian commented in his heart.
Whether it can inspire his creation is regarded by him as the criterion for identifying whether it belongs to "supernatural power".
Right in front of the exhibition hall, there is a small stage.
At this time, an old man in a black formal suit was making his final statement into the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to the sculptor Dewen!"
He is a celebrity in this city, and he took the initiative to support Dewen, which is very beneficial for him to become famous and gain fame.
"It's really enviable and enviable. He has achieved success at such a young age..."
Stewart looked at Dewen who came out.
He was a young man in his twenties, tall and thin, wearing a tuxedo, with thin cheeks and sunken eyes. He seemed to have not slept well last night due to nervousness.
Of course, the audience present understood him very well and gave him warm applause.
"Thank you all for coming to my sculpture exhibition... Orsay is a warm and hospitable city. I have fallen deeply in love with this land... Here, I would also like to thank my teacher and my guide..."
Dewen grabbed the phone and stammered.
"Yes... we want to hold a book signing, but we don't know when we will wait..."
Fang Xian pretended to be bored and shrugged: "I want to look around, you can do whatever you want..."
He walked through one exhibition hall after another, looking at the different sculptures, and was suddenly struck by inspiration.
When he followed this feeling and walked to a studio door, the throbbing stopped.
‘Is there something inside the door?’
Fang Xian raised his eyebrows but did not rush in rashly.
He is now just a rookie investigator who knows a few spells, but other than that, even his own personality is empty.
This means that your high status is like the power of a dragon or the intimidation of a tiger. It is okay to scare rabbits and mice. But if you encounter a group of wolves or another tiger, you are not afraid at all and just pounce on you... You will find that you are actually It's a paper tiger, it will burst when you poke it...
At this time, he was not confident enough to deal with the dangers brought by supernatural powers.