The day when Fan Fangdu woke up from his dream was also Wednesday when Zhang Chen and Chongying went out together.

After waking up at four o'clock in the morning, Fan Fangdu turned on the computer and immediately entered his novel and began to create his own heart. The feeling of being immersive is scattered between the lines.

This state lasted for another five hours, and it was not until 9 o'clock in the morning that Fan Fangdu had escaped from the text. Yesterday, the text he had copied this morning was 30,000 words in total. After printing out the manuscript, Fan Fangdu decided to finish breakfast and handed the novel of the 30,000 words to the editor for review, which would definitely open his eyes.

Immersed in fantasy, Fan Fangdu suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion when he got out of bed, and he staggered all over his body. If he hadn't been holding the wall, he would have almost fallen on the ground.

"I have always been in good health at school, why are I so anemic this morning?" After stabilizing my body, I took a little slow down and took the manuscript and left the dormitory door.

Staring at the locked wooden door opposite, recalling the dream that I still remembered last night, Fan Fangdu reached out and held the handle and swung it gently, but the result was that the wooden door was tightly locked.

He shrugged, washed himself a little, then picked up the manuscript, and went downstairs excitedly...

"Are you Fan Fangdu?" asked the male editor in his forties with eyes, looking at the manuscript in front of him.

"Editor Wang, you are so kind of noble people who forget about it. I just came to you yesterday to submit a new novel, and today you don't remember me." Fan Fangdu confidently handed over the novel manuscript.

After the middle-aged man named Wang Editor took the manuscript, he looked at Fan Fangdu in front of him with a strange look, and then carefully reviewed it.

"I said Xiaofan, the novel you wrote really opened my eyes. But as a writer, the body is very important. During the writing period, you must not only ensure the quality of the work, but also ensure the quality of your own body."

"What Wang Editor said is."

"Let's do this, start today. You submit a new chapter once a week, and only ask you to ensure that it is more than 40,000 words a week. Have more rest on weekdays."

Fan Fangdu had contacted this editor since the previous novel, and it had been almost a year. However, it was the first time I saw the attitude of Wang's concern for him today. I thought that Fan Fangdu had really written a masterpiece, but he didn't care too much, so he left the editorial department after thanking him.

Seeing the disappearing figure outside the corridor, Wang Ying found the detailed information of Fan Fangdu, who was registered yesterday, from the drawer, and looked at the corridor and muttered softly.

"Yesterday, this kid did look like a college graduate who was twenty-three or four years old. Why did he look similar to me today? If he hadn't handed over this manuscript, I would have thought it was his father who found it."

Wan Fangdu, who was walking back to rent a house, recalled the editor's huge change in attitude towards him and his recent state, and began to imagine that he became a great writer to attend the press conference.

When I returned to the downstairs of the rental house, I happened to meet the landlord and aunt who went out to take out the trash.

"Havenger, you...!"

Fan Fangdu was in a good mood and was about to go up to say hello, but was interrupted by the shock and words on the landlord's aunt's face.

"What's wrong with me?" Fan Fangdu touched his face with his hand, and found that nothing was abnormal, so he asked strangely.

"Or don't live in my house. I have a friend who also runs a monthly rental house not far from here. I will introduce you to ensure that the price will not be too expensive. I don't want yours for the past two days of housing money," the landlord said anxiously.

"It's okay, it's really good for me to live here. I don't want to change places anymore. By the way, it's all up to you, aunt. My career can be said to be thriving now." Fan Fangdu said happily.

"No, I mean..." When the landlord said this, his face suddenly changed. His eyes widened and he looked at Fan Fangdu's head, as if there was something very terrible on it.

"Auntie Landlord, what's wrong with you?"

The landlord swallowed back what he said before, threw the garbage bag in his hand at the door, turned around and closed the door. The landlord's house was filled with worshippers such as Guanyin and Buddha statues. When he returned to the house, he came to a huge Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the hall in a panic, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing. His head hit the hard cement floor, and even made blood marks.

"Why is the landlord weird? Yesterday was just like that. Inspiration is coming, so I'd better hurry up. I'm going to become a great man." Fan Fangdu hurriedly returned home and started writing again.

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"Word Firefly, the distance is not very far, right? If it is farther, just change the target, for fear that it will be inconvenient to go back too late." Zhang Chen jumped between the houses and asked the Word Firefly moving at the same speed beside him.

"The distance is not far, but I'm afraid it's a little troublesome." Zhunying said with a frown.

"trouble?"

"Yes, I released a total of twenty-seven tracers before. Because I sat with you just now, I didn't notice them carefully." As he said, "When I waited for ten minutes and felt more carefully, I found that twenty-six tracers were flying away about seven or eight kilometers, while the other one was flying away less than three kilometers. However, when I focused my attention on the tracers, the connection between us was cut off. I had never encountered this situation before."

"The contact was cut off? Did the tracer be killed?"

"If you are not killed, you just cut off the connection. There are only two conditions for this situation. The first is that the tracer was moved to fifty kilometers away, and the second is that you entered another space. I think the second situation is more likely."

“Is it like the parallel space of our school?”

"It's more pure than the space in Building 4. Because last time I integrated into the different space of Door No. 4, I could still faintly feel the tracer staying in Door No. 4."

"In addition, if the different spaces in the school enter, a specific node is required. I entered the dormitory No. 4 by touching that gold ring. This time the tracer seemed to fly into that range and was dragged into another space, at least not through a single space node." Zhuinying said with a serious expression.

"Are you high-level ghosts?" Zhang Chen was also a little surprised. After all, Zhunying said before that only some high-level ghosts can detect tracers.

"It's a little possible. But some intermediate ghosts who are very proficient in space abilities cannot be ruled out." After saying that, Chongying stopped on the roof of a bungalow and raised her finger. The fingertips pointed to the top floor of the resettlement community where Fan Fangdu lives.

"What's going on in Tianfu City? Yesterday I walked outside for a while and met an intermediate ghost. Today, you found a more powerful guy."

Zhang Chen stepped on the guardrail with one foot, held his chin with his right hand, and locked his eyes in the room with the lights on the top floor. He saw a man over 50 sitting on the bed looking at the laptop in front of him with great concentration, and his hands were still typing quickly on the keyboard.

"From the naked eye alone, there seems to be nothing strange in this room. Zhunying, what do you think?"

The firefly released a beetle and flew towards the room, and said softly: "You'll know if you try it with an ordinary insect this time."

Zhang Chen also locked his gaze on the flying little beetle, and it was nothing unusual after flying in from the living room window. However, when he flew over a blind spot, Zhang Chen's gaze was also lost, and the worm fireflies on the side frowned.

"The whole room looks nothing unusual, and I don't know what's going on. The beetle that was originally installed suddenly disappeared. It's completely different from the situation in the school. If I don't try the method on my own, I don't know where the specific problem is."

Zhang Chen didn't dare to rush into the room recklessly. His strength is just as good as a high-level ghost. If there is a high-level ghost in the room, then he must be the one who suffers in the other party's territory.

"Word, put another ordinary beetle to the room without lights, be careful not to alert the snake." Zhang Chen still noticed a dark room on the side of the top floor. He magnified his vision several times, but he couldn't use the street light to see the situation inside.

The firefly released a small flying insect and arrived opposite each other. When he was about to touch the window, the small flying insect suddenly disappeared. Zhang Chen also saw it clearly this time. There were no traces of vortex or space collapse. The small flying insect seemed to have disappeared directly as if it had been erased.

"It seems that the main problem should be which room, how about it? Should we act together or separate?" Zhang Chen asked the worm firefly beside him.

"The family history records an intermediate ghost insect with space manufacturing ability, which can create multiple different spaces at the same time, allowing the enemy to be scattered in different spaces, and then defeat them one by one."

"Do you mean that there might be this kind of ghost bug in it?"

"No, I have affinity with insects. If it is a ghost insect, I will definitely be able to feel it at such a close distance."

"Then you mean..."

"It means that the ghosts in this room are likely to imitate the way of this ghost insect. If we act separately, they may fall into different spaces. So I suggest that it is better for us to act together."

Zhang Chen nodded and said, "If this happens, we will enter through the main entrance. If we enter the subject directly into that room, we may be caught off guard by the other party."

After Cymbiel nodded, the two of them flashed and immediately came downstairs of this dilapidated resettlement community. As soon as they walked up to the corridor on the first floor, Zhang Chen had an extremely keen hearing and heard the whispers coming from the landlord's room.

"Don't come to me, don't come to me..."

After Zhang Chen and Chongying had a quiet conversation, they decided to come in and ask the people inside about the situation on the top floor. So they raised their fingers and knocked on the door and asked, "Is anyone there?"

Zhang Chen could hear the sound in the room stopping, but there was no movement to open the door. So he radiated his mind power into the room and noticed the middle-aged woman sitting on the rocking chair by the windowsill, as if she was dying.

In the face of danger, Zhang Chen opened the door without authorization, and the offerings placed everywhere in the room surprised him. By the window, a middle-aged woman covered in blood was lying quietly on the rocking chair, shaking quietly...
Chapter completed!