Feng Bujue opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the weak and soft light inside the gaming hub. Due to the previous day and a half of pulling all-nighters, going to bed early, waking up, and sleeping again, the biological clock that he had painstakingly established to sleep from four in the morning until noon was disrupted.
At 2: 30 am, he disconnected the nerve connection and exited the gaming hub. Suddenly, he felt like writing something.
He opened the hatch, and as soon as he took a step out, he stepped on something sticky and squishy …
At that moment, the room was dark, and he was not wearing slippers, only socks. In that short moment, he came to the correct conclusion. "If this is not cat poop …" He lowered his head. "What else could it be?"
Twenty minutes later, he cleaned the floor, washed the socks, and sat on the computer chair. He stared at Arthas, who was leaning on the table like nothing had happened.
In this day and age, people were particular about their privacy, so the building had good soundproofing. Otherwise, if Feng Bujue made a ruckus in the middle of the night, turned on the washing machine, and mopped the floor, the neighbors would have come knocking already.
Arthas's eyes glowed with a green light in the dark. After looking at it for a long time, it was quite scary. Feng Bujue stared at it for a while before sighing. "I'll deal with you tomorrow."
He shoved the cat off the table and turned on the computer to start writing. He did not even know where the draft for this month's The Second-rate Detective and the Cat was. Now that he had the inspiration, he would make use of the time to write more.
Feng Bujue was conflicted about the issue regarding the Anomalies. "If the existence of a life form itself is a kind of mistake, then what is the meaning of its arrival in this world?" This question was stuck in his heart.
When he could not get an answer, he would add the question into his work. It was not that he wanted the readers to answer him; he knew that some things had no answer. He just wanted more people to think about it.
To put it simply, Feng Bujue's action was … when he could not resolve his own dilemma, he would turn one person's dilemma into the dilemma of a group of people, and in the end, everyone was in a dilemma. This was a high level of harming others without benefiting oneself.
Of course, Feng Bujue would not write down his own experience and the setting of the game directly. He had to come up with a new plot to present the story of the Anomaly in a different light, to turn it into a story in The Second-rate Detective and the Cat.
When he was focused on something, time always passed very fast. When he pulled himself away from the story, the sun was already up, and the draft for this month was settled. In these five to six hours, Feng Bujue naturally could not finish the draft. He was merely building a framework, and this was the most mentally taxing step. After completing this step, the rest was much simpler. He filled in the framework, and it would become a draft. Then he would edit it, and if everything went smoothly, the draft would be finished. With regards to proofreading, he could leave it to the editor. However, Feng Bujue's drafts normally did not require any proofreading. He was someone who paid more attention to quality and details.
It was a Sunday, and the weather was not bad. Based on Feng Bujue's understanding, every Sunday, Wang Tanzhi would go to the kindergarten to help out as a social worker. In Feng Bujue's own words, he would spend half the day playing with people his own age.
Feng Bujue's attitude towards public welfare activities was relatively indifferent. Compared to a good youth like Xiao Tan, if he were to participate in such activities … To put it mildly, it would be "a bit out of place." To put it bluntly, it would scare the children to tears (or lead them astray).
Speaking of Feng Bujue, all the policemen in the local police station knew him. Brother Bujue was a legendary figure … Things like a missing body in the hospital morgue, whose dog gave birth to a cat, whose child could suddenly use his mind to explode light bulbs, crop circles, meteorite fragments, and so on … If someone were to seriously report a similar situation, looking for Feng Bujue would not be wrong. Anyway, this matter was either done by him, or it was related to him. If it was not related to him, asking him to be a consultant was fine.
Feng Bujue himself did not think that this was a bad thing. People like him who did not like to ask for help were often very willing to help others. Rather than saying that he wanted to help others, it was better to say that he enjoyed the feeling of being "needed." Simply put, he liked it when others came to ask him for help. And this mentality of his had nothing to do with a sense of social mission. It was completely driven by interest.
In any case, this Sunday would be another leisurely day for Feng Bujue. He had only slept for two and a half hours the previous night, and that was in the game, which felt like a 'dream'. After that, he woke up to write until dawn, so he was quite tired. With a yawn, he crawled back into bed and slept like a log.
When he woke up, he looked at the clock. It was exactly twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
This time, Feng Bujue was alert. He first looked at the bed to see if there were any new "mines" that Arthas had buried. Fortunately, there were none. However, when he came to the living room, he saw a lump …
As a person who had experience in raising cats, he naturally had a way. First, he pulled Arthas to the side of its masterpiece, pinched the cat's face with both hands and ravaged it. Then, he picked up the lump with a tissue and put it in the sand table. Next, he pulled Arthas to the sand table and patted its head to let it recognize the place.
When Feng Bujue was young, he had tried to use this method to train pets to use the toilet, but it ended in failure. It turned out that the toilet was not designed for cats. If they were not careful, they would fall down, and what would happen next would be unimaginable …
After he finished cleaning up the mess, he went to cook some noodles for himself. After buying breakfast yesterday, he did not even have any change left. Feng Bujue was now truly "penniless." Thankfully, he had freeloaded two meals from Master Bao and Xiao Tan earlier, so he had some food in his stomach. For the next nine days, until the middle of the month when he received his royalties, if there were no freeloading opportunities, he would have to strictly follow the quota that he had calculated beforehand and have plain noodles every day.
"Meow …" Arthas looked at Feng Bujue, who was cooking. It seemed to think that the man was cooking something good and wanted to share some of the glory.
Feng Bujue lowered his head to glance at it. "Your cat food tastes better than this."
Arthas seemed to understand. It turned and left the kitchen. It collapsed on the sofa and dozed off.
Ten minutes later, Feng Bujue carried his homemade Yang Chun noodles to the computer. He opened the monitor and logged into Thriller Paradise's gaming forum. He had no idea when it started, but he had a habit of looking at something or chatting with others when he was eating. Otherwise, it would feel like he was wasting his life.
He had just sucked the noodles into his mouth when his eyes moved to the screen. The sentence at the top of the forum almost made him spit out the noodles.
"Because the number of maxed players has exceeded ten percent of the closed beta players, the server has been shut down. We will complete the upgrade in forty-eight hours and release the official open beta. Please look forward to it."
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