Above him was Zhang Daniu's balcony window, which was only one step away from his desk. Within five seconds, he would quietly take the computer away, find a place to copy all the documents on it, and then quietly put the computer back. No one would notice anything was wrong.
Then, Li Yao could slowly search these documents and find the outline of "40,000 Years of Cultivation." He could figure out the truth of the Vulture Plan and the mystery behind "Earth." Maybe he could unlock more powerful "superpowers." Or, according to the book, "supernatural powers."
However, when Li Yao was about to jump up, all the muscles in his body suddenly tightened.
No.
His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of two needle tips, emitting a vigilant light.
He heard the sound of a heartbeat.
An unusually rapid heartbeat of more than 200 beats per minute came from Daniel Zhang's bedroom. It was like a fierce war drum, but also like a roaring engine. In the silent night, it was very clear.
This was impossible.
Although alcohol could stimulate the human body's heartbeat and blood circulation, it was impossible to maintain a heartbeat of 200 beats per minute for a long time. This was a phenomenon that could only be caused by excessive and strenuous exercise.
Li Yao was very sure that when he left, Daniel Zhang was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. His heartbeat was slightly fast, but it was still within the normal range. There was no such strange phenomenon.
Moreover, in addition to the heartbeat, Li Yao seemed to hear a squeaking sound coming from above the heartbeat. That should be Daniel Zhang's head. It was as if the author's head was full of intricate gears, and these gears were being stirred by a mysterious force and were running rapidly to the limit.
"Could it be that he was poisoned by alcohol?"
Li Yao's heart tightened. If an innocent person was poisoned because of him, it would be terrible.
"Ding! Ding! Ding! "
At this time, Li Yao heard a very strange sound coming from the room again, as if coins were constantly falling to the ground.
"He's awake?"
Li Yao couldn't hold back his curiosity. He leaned against the window and took the risk to poke half of his head out to look into the room.
Daniel Zhang was indeed awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, bending over and looking at the ground.
But his expression did not look like he was awake. His eyes were deeply sunken, as if they were sunken into his brain. His nostrils were dilated in an exaggerated manner, and his breathing was abnormally rapid. There was a mysterious and strange smile on his face, as if he had fallen into an invisible demon's den. His mouth was muttering something, but no one knew what he was mumbling.
There was an open piggy bank on the bedside table. He held a handful of coins in his hand and used his fingers to pinch the coins one by one. First, he flicked them up high, then they fell to the ground one by one. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the heads and tails of the coins.
Li Yao stared at his lips for a long time and finally figured out what he was muttering. "Why can't you stand up? How strange! "
Nonsense.
Li Yao thought to himself, 'It's either a flower or a word. How can it stand up?'
Not long after, the handful of coins were scattered.
Daniel Zhang's hands were empty. He stared blankly for a long time. Suddenly, he picked up a coin and put it on the bedside table. Then, he carefully stood up.
Looking at the coin that stood up, he finally let out a satisfied and strange laugh. Then, he staggered to the side of the desk and turned on the computer with trembling hands.
He tilted his head and stared at the computer for a long time. The corners of his eyes and mouth twitched nervously from time to time. His appearance was extremely frightening.
"What is he doing?"
Li Yao was at a loss. "Is he drunk or not? Is he asleep or awake? Or is he … sleepwalking?"
That's right. A bolt of lightning flashed through Li Yao's mind. The other party was indeed sleepwalking. All of this was an unconscious conditioned reflex.
"Squeak —"
Just as this thought surfaced, Li Yao 'heard' a very sharp squeak in Daniel Zhang's mind. It was similar to infrasound or ultrasound. Normal people couldn't hear it, but it would cause a strong stimulation to the brain's nerves. It scared Li Yao so much that he almost fell off the fifth-floor balcony.
Then, Daniel Zhang's hand moved.
He didn't look like a drunk or sleepwalking person at all. He was an extremely efficient typing machine. At first, the typing sound was still 'da da da da', but soon it became 'sha sha sha sha'. After three to five minutes of 'warming up,' the typing sound of more than ten characters mixed together and became a continuous, continuous noise.
His fingers, on the other hand, did not look like the fingers of a human being at all. They were more like bullets shot out of a machine gun that savaged the poor keyboard brutally.
In the dark night, in the dim light, in the weird smile on the author's face, who was typing on the computer crazily in his sleep, and outside the window was a superhuman who looked like a gecko. Even Li Yao himself did not understand what was going on with the scene that looked like the opening of a horror movie.
But the most terrifying thing was that …
Li Yao's eyes were sharp. From his perspective, he happened to see Daniel Zhang's computer screen. He discovered that the author was not typing randomly but had really typed a coherent, logical, and meaningful paragraph. He even caught a glimpse of keywords such as' Li Yao, Ancient Sages Sector, Dragon Snake Space Zone '.
It was the latest chapter of 'Forty Thousand Years of Cultivators'. 'Cultivator Li Yao' had finally returned to the Federation with the eleventh expert from the Ancient Sages Sector, ready for the final battle between the Federation and the Imperium — or rather, the Black Wind Fleet!
Li Yao almost exclaimed in shock.
How was it possible?
It was not a question of whether or not the author could type when he was drunk or sleepwalking, but his typing speed was too fast.
It should be noted that a nationally certified typist could handle about two to three hundred words per minute. If it was a professionally trained senior typist with rich experience, they could only handle three to five hundred words at most. Converted to ten thousand to fifteen thousand words per hour, it would be ten thousand to fifteen thousand words per hour.
However, that was only possible when one was familiar with the manuscripts and knew them like the back of their hand. It was even possible that they could only do it with the help of certain speed-writing techniques. It was impossible for them to do it for a long time.
An author, on the other hand, had to conceive the words, plots, and descriptions in their head and make them coherent and logical. At the very least, there were no major contradictions. Naturally, it was impossible for them to be so fast. Even for the standards of web writers, two thousand words per hour was already the limit. Of course, some people said that they had written six thousand words per hour, but that was only because they had a detailed outline, were inspired, and were in a particularly good state of competition. It was very rare.
However, Daniel Zhang's current "hand speed" was obviously more than six to eight thousand words per hour. It was even faster than the writing speed of an advanced typist, which was more than ten thousand words per hour.
Li Yao did not know how fast his speed was. He only felt that his hands were just like what was written in the novel, "turning into a gray fog." Even the words on the screen could not keep up with his speed, leaving behind afterimages.
Moreover, Li Yao noticed that his eyes were always staring at the screen. He was not distracted by the keyboard, nor did he look at any electronic or notebook drafts or outlines.
In other words, he had a sudden surge of ideas. Without a draft, he had written a manuscript of at least ten thousand words in just half an hour?
Could a normal human be able to do such a thing?
Li Yao wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
However, when he thought about how his muscles burst out in the dormitory yesterday and how he tore a dumbbell in half, it was not too strange.
This was a world where superpowers were real.
Could it be that Daniel Zhang was like him and was actually a superpower user? But his superpower was to write novels at an extremely fast speed while he was unconscious, similar to … "Coding Man"?
"Well, there are all kinds of strange things in this world. Since 《40,000 Years of Cultivation》 can stimulate the reader's superpower, then what's so strange about it stimulating the author's superpower?"
Li Yao muttered to himself.
He originally wanted to steal Daniel Zhang's computer, but he accidentally discovered such a strange phenomenon, so he was not in a hurry.
First of all, Daniel Zhang was sitting in front of the computer the whole time, as if he had gone crazy. Li Yao was not sure if he would turn him into a terrifying bomb if he took the computer away.
Second of all, Li Yao knew that people who were sleepwalking could not be frightened. If he suddenly woke them up, it was very likely to harm their soul.
Li Yao could only patiently curl up outside the window and wait for the author to finish writing.
But after waiting for two hours, Daniel Zhang's speed still did not show any signs of slowing down. The laptop was almost smoking because of him.
This explained one of his doubts — Daniel Zhang once said that his computer often broke down and sent it for repair several times. Every time it was repaired, it would break down.
Nonsense, if he were to ravage the keyboard with this kind of intensity, perhaps in addition to the crazy typing, there would also be infrasound, ultrasonic, and other strange interference waves. How could the computer not break down?
Fortunately, it was the middle of the night and no one was passing by the neighborhood. Otherwise, Li Yao would have been discovered hanging outside the window for so long.
Even so, his arms were sore and his stomach was empty. His internal organs were crumpled into a ball.
"Not good!"
When the first golden star appeared in front of his eyes, Li Yao felt a warning sign in his heart. He found that he was somewhat exhausted.
Even if he had superpowers, he still had to abide by the law of conservation of energy. His body had undergone earth-shaking changes in the past few days. The strengthening of every strand of his cells required him to swallow a large amount of nutrients as the price. The amount of food he ate now was more than ten meals of a normal person.
Last night, when he had dinner with the author, he ordered a large pot of meat and bones. Under normal circumstances, two or three strong men would be satisfied. However, for Li Yao's stomach, which was like a bottomless pit, it was far from enough.
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