After perfecting the plan, Fang Xian turned into a ruthless writing machine.
In just one night, he had written a thick stack of manuscripts. Not only did he complete Roca's original novel, but he also wrote a few new horror and tragedy novels to submit to the publishing house.
As for short poems?
It was better not to test Lov's sensitive nerves against such a terrifying thing.
After finishing all that, he had a good sleep. When he woke up, it was already afternoon.
He took a thick stack of envelopes and drove to a supermarket dozens of miles away to do some shopping and deliver the letters.
Yes, Orsay was just like that. The place was too big, and the population was too small. Even if he went out to buy something, he would have to drive for half an hour.
Without a car, it would be difficult to move an inch.
Also, the rich here preferred to live in the suburbs, far away from the city and close to nature.
The closer he got to the city, the more slums he saw, and the pollution was very serious.
About two hours later, he returned with a thick paper bag. He sorted the milk, bread, and fresh meat, and fried a small steak for himself with fries and ketchup for dinner.
"Lov didn't jump out to review my manuscripts. Isn't he afraid that I'll leak it?
"No, no, with the cautiousness of the investigators, they probably have specialized censors in the various influential newspapers and publishing houses?"
As he cut the steak, Fang Xian thought about the possible reactions of the investigators and his own goals.
"Writing horror and tragedy novels is to increase my strength, so that I won't be killed by sudden abnormal situations, and so that I can work as an investigator a little longer …"
"If I work as an investigator for a long time, I will definitely come into contact with different supernatural powers … When that time comes, I might be able to choose a path and slowly advance. When I reach a sufficient level, I can try to solve the problem of my path …"
"Nirvana Tribulation is also level-six, but it's too much … Without tribulation power, how can I improve? Am I going to be stuck at level-six and be an ordinary person? "
"Is the path I've created … a dead end?"
"The path of the Zenith Heaven Realm isn't that simple … No matter how much I deduced before, it's still not as good as experiencing it myself …"
After eating and drinking his fill, Fang Xian took a shower and quickly fell asleep.
Before he fell asleep, he decided to accept Shayla's invitation to visit the art exhibition.
…
It was a beautiful day.
Fang Xian drove toward the city. The barren landscape on both sides quickly receded, and the silhouette of a city gradually appeared. The shadows of the black buildings grew larger and larger.
This was Orsay, a coastal city. Its economy was not particularly developed, and it was famous for its tourism and fishing industries.
At the same time, there were also a few well-known art academies here, so it was also rich in artists and literature lovers.
After parking the car, he saw Shayla and Stuart.
Xia La wore a pure white dress and held a parasol, looking very youthful and beautiful.
Stuart, who had an exaggerated hairstyle, came forward and gave Fang Xian a hug. "Rocca … I'm sorry. It was my fault during the last gathering … I made you stay in the hospital for so long because of it."
Yes, yes, regarding the incident with Simpson last time, even Stuart thought that he had misjudged Simpson and caused harm to the group of people.
This caused him to have a very bad reputation in the social circle, and not many people were willing to continue to be friends with him.
"I'm fine."
Fang Xian took out the invitation that came with the letter. "Let's go. The organizer of this art exhibition is a newcomer?"
"Yes, his name is Devin, and he's a genius sculptor!"
Shayla chuckled. "One of his works was once sold for a high price of 1,000 pounds of gold. Many admirers admit his talent and think that he has the potential to catch up to Master Capulo!"
Capulo!
A famous sculptor in the history of this world, a great artist whose name would go down in history.
His style was known for its variety, magnificence, and boldness.
Unfortunately, in his later years, he fell into madness and died of madness after completing a work.
Fang Xian's evaluation of this master appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. 'The profession of an artist is really too dangerous in this world … They generally have high levels of inspiration and are prone to contact with unusual and strange things. They might even actively and fanatically pursue it, seeing it as a source of inspiration and creation. '
"Then, I really can't wait to see it."
He chuckled and followed Shayla and Stuart into the venue.
On both sides of the venue, there were various forms of plaster statues.
They had human figures, animals, and some abstract works.
Although Fang Xian didn't know how to appreciate them, he also felt that these sculptures were very lifelike.
'And … it's quite normal. There's nothing special enough to arouse my desire to create … '
Fang Xian evaluated in his heart.
Whether or not it could arouse his creation was seen by him as the standard to determine whether or not it was a 'supernatural power'.
There was a small stage right in front of the exhibition hall.
At this moment, an old man in a black suit was making a final statement into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you the sculptor Devin!"
He was a celebrity in the city, and it was good for him to take the initiative to stand up for Devin.
"It's really enviable and enviable. He's still so young, yet he's already successful …"
Stuart looked at Devin, who had walked out.
It was a young man in his twenties, tall and thin, wearing a tuxedo. His cheeks were thin, and his eyes were sunken. It seemed that he hadn't slept well last night due to nervousness.
Of course, the audience understood him very well and gave him a warm round of applause.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming to my sculpture exhibition … Orsay is a hospitable city, and I've fallen deeply in love with this land … Here, I also want to thank my teacher, my guide …"
Devin grabbed the microphone and stammered.
"Yes … We want to hold a book signing event, but I don't know when we'll have to wait …"
Fang Xian pretended to be bored and shrugged. "I want to take a look around, you guys do as you please …"
He walked through one exhibition hall after another, looking at the different sculptures, and suddenly had an inspiration.
When he followed this feeling and walked to the door of a workshop, the throbbing stopped.
'Is there something behind the door?'
Fang Xian's eyebrows twitched, and he didn't rush in.
He was now a rookie intern investigator who knew two incantations. Other than that, even his own status was illusory.
This meant that his high status was like the might of a dragon or the intimidation of a tiger. It wouldn't be a problem to scare rabbits and mice, but if he encountered a pack of wolves or another tiger, he wouldn't be afraid at all and would just pounce on him … He would find that he was actually a paper tiger that could be broken with a single poke …
At this moment, he wasn't confident enough to deal with the danger brought about by supernatural powers.
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