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 When Xin Weiti returned to the studio in a disposable lunch box containing roast duck rice, he planned several versions of his rhetoric in his mind.
 "Hey, lunatic, Miss Ben sees that you are about to starve to death, so I will give you a special reward."
 No, this statement is too domineering, not only does it appear guilty, but also with that guy's temper, it is very likely that the whole box of lunch will be pinned to the ground.
 Of all the people Xin Wei met, no one was more difficult to serve than Gao Fan.
 "Come and eat, don't starve to death..."
 I bother!
 I'm so pissed off.
 It's not a TV show.
 If you put it quietly, leave a note...
 That's a good idea.
 But what was written on the note?
 Xin Wei returned to the studio with 100% entanglement.
 Sure enough, Gao Fan is still here.
 Under the bright light of the studio, Gao Fan's tall and thin figure was wrapped in a large sweater, his hair was half long, and it shone oily under the light—it must have not been washed for a long time, he waved his hands wholeheartedly The carbon pen in it should be re-priming.
 Xin Wei coughed.
 But Gao Fan didn't hear it.
 Xin Wei walked behind Gao Fan, just in time to see Gao Fan waving his arm, outlining an arc from the sky to the earth on the canvas in front of him. surfaced.
 Amazing!
 Xin Wei's eyes widened, sketching has always been Gao Fan's weakness, he almost skipped all the static sketching classes, because he said, he doesn't like those boring lines, he likes colors, all kinds of colors, he is He came to Tianmei to go to school because he likes it. If he didn't like it, why would he draw any pictures?
 Wayward like a great artist.
 But he doesn't have the skills of a great artist.
 Except for a flash at the freshman military training party, he looks like a prince charming.
 At other times, Gao Fan is very difficult to get along with, he seems to be unwilling to interact with other people at all, which makes him walk alone, like a different kind.
 Xin Wei also hated Gao Fan's character very much. She was the one who called the lunatic first, but what she never said clearly was that she really appreciated Gao Fan's talent very much. In his eyes, Gao Fan should be a talented artist.
 Xin Wei's father is a well-known psychologist in China. When Xin Wei described Gao Fan to him, Xin Wei's father smiled and said: "That child just looks like an artist, personality and talent are not the same thing. You'll understand when you grow up."
 To this day, Xin Wei also gradually understands that she just drew a template for talented artists, and Gao Fan just fits this template, but whether he is a genius or not depends on the works. In the three years of university, Gao Fan did not show The corresponding talent, so this appreciation gradually faded.
 However, at this moment, Gao Fan's stroke on the canvas made Xin Wei's heart beat wildly. A handsome young man in fluttering white clothes.
 Watched for a while.
 Xin Wei discovered that this was not a flash of inspiration.
 Gao Fan's drawing ability seems to have improved a lot in a short period of time, and it seems to be almost comparable to Lin Senhao, but how is this possible?
 Gao Fan, on the other hand, never noticed Xin Wei.
 Confused and puzzled, Xin Wei put the roast duck rice behind Gao Fan and went back to the dormitory without leaving a note.
 the next day.
 Xin Wei came to the studio in a hurry and met several classmates from the same age, including Lin Senhao, but he didn't see Gao Fan in front of Gao Fan's easel.
 "Where's the lunatic?" Xin Wei asked Lin Senhao.
 "I went back in the early morning and fell asleep." Lin Senhao said, glanced at Gao Fan's drawing board again, and said, "I probably didn't draw well, it looks very annoying."
 Xin Wei walked to Gaofan's drawing board and saw the canvas that had been shoveled into a mess.
 Already good? I don't know what he wants to paint...Xin Wei thought about it, and looked down again, the roast duck rice was put there completely, how did it come here yesterday, and how it is today, she sighed a little.
 Lin Senhao looked at all this, his eyes flashed with jealousy, of course he remembered this lunch box, he noticed it when he came to the studio this morning, thinking about it, after only eating a few mouthfuls last night, Xin Wei hurriedly finished dinner and went to give it to him. Gao Fan packed a boxed lunch, and couldn't help but feel even more uncomfortable.
 Gao Fan came to the studio at three o'clock in the afternoon.
 He obviously washed up, his half-length hair was pulled back, and his thin face was full of vigor. In terms of appearance, Gao Fan could directly play Dali, one of the top three most handsome painters in history.
 But today Gao Fan was obviously in a worse mood. He came with a lawsuit all over his head. When he came to the studio, he started to shovel the dye that he hadn’t finished shoveling yesterday. I saw Gao Fan hugging his shoulders in front of the canvas for a while, and then started painting.
 It's just a strange feeling, the moment Gao Fan started to paint, his expression seemed to be a little...crazy.
 Gao Fan's inappropriateness can be sensed by all the students. Now he seems to be covered with an aura of 'a stranger is approaching', staring at the painting in front of him, as if staring at an enemy, holding some kind of Be sure to complete the obsession, coloring in the fast pen.
 Until eleven o'clock at night.
 Gao Fan spent eight hours without eating or drinking.
 Before Xin Wei left after nine o'clock, as usual, he placed a piece of Gao Fan's favorite roast duck rice behind him, glanced at Gao Fan's painting, and then Xin Wei showed a shocked expression.
 good, very good.
 Improved from yesterday.
 If yesterday Xin Wei was able to see how good Gao Fan was, then today Xin Wei couldn't understand it anymore. He just felt that both the color and the layout were particularly impactful, a sense of despair that hit his face, gushes from the canvas.
 That small painting seems to have painted a big world. The painting only shows a corner of the world. In addition, there are boundless unknowns and fears, which are bred in that world and may pass through this small window at any time. , into the real world.
 Kind of... scary.
 Xin Wei thought to himself, and shivered unconsciously.
 ...
 Three o'clock in the morning.
 Gao Fan made the last stroke.
 The system gives timely feedback.
 'The similarity is 99.99%, the task is completed, the reward...'
 Before the task is completed, Gao Fan's system status is as follows:
 SAN value 49, color 54, structure 57, line 55, anatomy 8, psychology 6.
 The SAN value of 49 is already lower than the warning line.
 When Gao Fan looked at the world, he already had a distorted look. For a moment, he was extremely happy, and for a moment he was so angry that he wanted to explode. The chaos had surpassed his reason and occupied Gao Fan's body and mind.
 This is a risk. During the second attempt, Gao Fan believed that his skill value was still not enough to complete a 100% imitation of "The Gate of Hell".
 After that, he again added the small SAN value to the three major items, especially the lines.
 If he can't finish this time, Gao Fan knows that he may be sent to a mental hospital.
 But then he suddenly had an inspiration.
 "The Gates of Hell" is originally a crazy and desperate work. If he reduces the SAN value to a lower level, will it be more in line with the spiritual temperament that the original author wants to express?
 It was very risky, but he succeeded.
 More and more~Thanks to Saibeimo, Shouxing Ashin and book friends with tail number 8632 for their rewards~
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 When Gao Fan tried to paint the “God” with a brush. 
 madness descends. 
 ? Gushing from the bottom of the sea, rising from the ground, descending from the sky… From the beginning and end of the sequence to the sentient beings with despair.
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 Come on, draw a card, anyway, there is a magical sprite.
 Being pulled into an infinite terror system, Fu Xiangxiang has no love. The card system bound at the same time made her feel that she could still be rescued.
 Exploring the plot, investigating the truth, and trying to survive, but at the same time accumulating vitality to raise a card?
 Fu Xiangxiang: Sooner or later pill for spicy chicken system.
 Later: It’s so fragrant!
 Fa Xiaohai, the eminent monk of slaying demons: Enchanting, I can tell at a glance that you are not a human being! Dawei Tianlong. . .
 Ghostbusters Zhong Xiaokui: Rubbish, you should stay in the trash can!
 Tsundere Princess Liu Shishi: Where did the ugly monsters come from? Dirty my palace’s eyes and crossed them out directly.
 . . .
 All kinds of limited cards are drawn and used at any time, and the fun is endless. 
 It’s a pity that the main card Jindan monk Qin Shisan is more troublesome, and he has to start with a zero-level trumpet.
 Fu Xiangxiang: Hey, the main card that you bind, you have to raise your liver.
 Qin Shisan: Girl, why do you treat me so well?
 Fu Xiangxiang: Raising cubs always looks like raising cubs.
 Qin Shisan: I thought it was a secret promise to me, but I just want me to be a thug!
 Fu Xiangxiang (lighting a cigarette): A little bit is not bad. . .
 The supernatural suspense writings are about the infinite flow of Chinese style (?), the style of writing is the same as before, the suspense reveals the secrets, the reasoning is lost, the supernatural is the supplement, you know, after all, is the human heart more sinister than ghosts and gods. . .
 Little horror is not bloody.
 One sentence introduction: Come on, draw a card, anyway, there is a magical sprite 
 Idea: Find out the truth, solve the mystery
 Content label: horror suspense reasoning 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Fu Xiangxiang, Qin Shisan ┃ Supporting roles: Lin You, Zhong Xiaokui, Fa Xiaohai, Liu Shishi, Guo Daxia, etc. ┃ Others:
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 Ye Tianyi was the proud son of heaven, a man standing on the top of the world.
 Before the end of the world, he became the uncrowned king of the business world in his twenties.
 After the end of the world, when he awakened, he had 3 abilities, Thunder Element, Space Element, and Spirit Element, leaving other people far behind.
 Ten years after the last days, his abilities had already reached the 3rd tier, the strongest among human beings, and the only one who could fight against the zombie king.
 The name Ye Tianyi stood for the word “winner in life”.
 But God just liked to joke with people …
 On the day before the end of the world, Ye Tianyi’s half-brother Su Tianyun was reborn.
 At the time of the last outbreak, Ye Tianyi, who was awakening in a coma, was thrown to the zombies by Su Tianyun …
 This is a story of how a winner of “human life” became the winner of “corpse life”!
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 1. Yan Wei entered a black tower that disappeared into the clouds and accidentally entered a world inside the tower that was filled with all sorts of instances.
 In the instances, there were puppets leaning over to kiss a statue, paintings of people without eyes, a pale and dishevelled female ghost with a mouth filled with blood….
 Each floor was a level; if you don’t enter, you die. Only those who reach the top can live.
 After Yan Wei thoroughly understood the rules, he found that he had a skill called “Half Immortal” —- As long as he was in an instance, he would acquire an immortal body every second day.
 Yan Wei: Going wild.jpg
 2. Yan Mingguang who was ascending the tower took off his glasses and held a cigarette as he leaned against the wall watching the young man not far away slowly approach the boss. 
 The young man was calm and composed. With one hand in his pocket, he used his other hand to grab the boss’s hand and carefully examined it. His clear voice carried nonchalance: “Don’t move. Let me see what clues you have on you……Hey, stop struggling. You can’t kill me anyway……..”
 The clock ticked past midnight——–
 The young man’s calm expression changed immediately. He looked at the boss with eyes filled with fear and turned and ran towards him. 
 Seeing that the boss was now charging over, Yan Mingguang tossed his cigarette aside, frowned and said coldly: “Let go.” 
 The young man clung tightly onto him: “No! Save me!!!” 
 “Not saving.” 
 The young man’s eyes brightened: “Thank you!!” 
 Yan Mingguang who found that he had already crushed the boss’s head, “……..”
 3. One day, while the instance was being broadcasted. 
 The players who were watching the broadcast found that the thigh-hugging, weak and useless player Yan Wei had suddenly appeared before the boss all the other players were trying to avoid. 
 The audience: “??? Is he in a hurry to die??” 
 The next moment, the young man chased after the boss, shouting, “Stop running, I won’t be too mean!!” 
 The boss’s face was filled with panic, the audience’s faces were filled with confusion. 
 This was different from what they had in mind?
 *Cold and aloof gong with explosive fighting power who says one thing but does another x sometimes seeking death, sometimes faking cowardice, quick-witted shou
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 You said the wild dog I accidentally kicked to death was a human-faced dog? 
 The lovely Sawada-san in my apartment, is she a woman with a gaping mouth? 
 Those strange people that I often fix are resentful spirits? 
 Even the apartment I rented was notoriously haunted? 
 Please, do you think I would believe you if I rushed over in a witch costume during my working hours? 
 I am a staunch atheist. 
 This is a story of a former member of the pole road who traveled through Japan and worked hard to buy a house, buy a car, marry a wife and have children (Da Fog). 
 This book implements the traditional Japanese light style, and the scenes refer to the real Japanese structure. It is not solitary, decisive and cold-blooded.
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 As a renowned fierce god in the infinite flow world, Ye Jia deliberately hid his strength after clearing it and found an idle job in the Logistics Department of the Paranormal Investigation and Management Bureau.
 He originally thought that he would be able to return to his salted fish life and live comfortably.
 But what Ye Jia didn’t expect was……
 One day, he opened the fridge and was met with an evil spirit’s vicious head, “Boss, boss. Did you miss me…..”
 Ye Jia: “………”
 He slammed the door shut and fell into deep thought.
 Wasn’t there something wrong with this world?
 The TV behind him was broadcasting news:
 Recently there has been a surge in paranormal events and the number of missing persons has sharply increased. It is currently under investigation…..
 *
 With the infinite flow escape game unexpectedly collapsing, countless demons and ghosts trapped in it were released, bringing disaster to the world.
 Only Ye Jia who cleared the game knew the truth.
 All of these……..were old acquaintances………
 Ye Jia: My life is too difficult.
 #I clearly just want to be an ordinary corporate s*ave#
 Finally, one day, he saw an unexpected monster.
 After two seconds of silence, Ye Jia greeted dryly: “…….You came out too. What a coincidence.”
 The man before him smiled and slowly approached him, “My boyfriend ran away from home. Of course, I should come out to catch him and bring him back.”
 Ye Jia: “……..”
 Who would have thought that, along with the global sensation of ghost doors opening in the mortal world, there was also…..
 His peach blossom debt.
 It can’t be, sir. This is also okay?
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 (Character Guarantee, Three Million Old Book One Piece: The Evil General) I was bitten by a zombie, which doesn’t seem to be a bad thing. 
 Because after being bitten, not only did I not turn into a zombie, but the zombies would no longer attack me. 
 While people were struggling to survive being chased by zombies, I was walking freely among the zombies. 
 While people were fighting each other for a piece of bread, I had already collected a large amount of supplies and raised an army. 
 When people were besieged by zombies and reluctantly established camps, I had become the overlord of one party! 
 (Shuangwen is unsystematic and dark, that’s probably it!)
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 If Ke Xun could do it again, he would have never left his house to go out and flirt with guys, even if it would mean getting beaten to death.
 Weren’t they supposed to have just been taking shelter from the rain in a museum and looking at some erot*c paintings while they were at it? Why…did they enter the world inside a painting?!
 Mu Yiran: Every single one of us is acting out a role in the painting.
 Ke Xun’s eyes lit up: How do we get into an erot*c painting?
 Mu Yiran gave him a long, drawn-out look: Shut your eyes and lie down.
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 The dead broke small streamer Zong Qi received a random message one day.
 Zong Qi: ? tr*sh commercial, deleted
 That night, he got pulled onto the set of a horror film and was informed that if he didn’t shoot it… He’ll die.
 He was lucky that the actors were all working as hard as they could, and the director only needed to stand around and watch the show.
 But because he had been given way too much, Zong Qi didn’t hesitate at all before making his own changes.
 Under his false identity was an ‘evil mastermind’ that fought with the actors on everything.
 The immoral things he’s done on set include but aren’t limited to–
 Personally putting makeup on the ghost, teaching actors how to mess and change the script, switching ‘sides’ at crucial times…
 People as arrogant as him usually don’t have good endings when their identities were revealed.
 What Zong Qi didn’t expect was that instead of the actors joining up for revenge, an unlucky bastard’s whose plans had been spoilt by him countless times appeared instead.
 The man took off his glasses, revealing a pair of closed eyes, his face beautiful and cold.
 The brush dipped in paint hooked past the young man’s neck, full of danger.
 “You dirtied my brush.”
 He smirked, drawling, “As punishment, I’ll dirty you.”
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 The world regained consciousness.
 It was surprised to find ‘little animals’ doing a lot of ‘unauthorised’ things on its body.
 At midnight, in the year of 2018, a voice appeared in the minds of all citizens: “Hello, parasites.”
 A reaper gong, who doesn’t like to talk and strikes once to hit ten VS a fake white lotus and river god shou, who pits to kill.
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 The second round of the game will now begin, with this round adopting the Werewolf Game White Wolf King’s version of the game rules!
 Player No. 5, Shen Mu, your identity today is the “guard”!
 Once the sky darkens, please close your eyes…
 Guard, please open your eyes, who is the player that you wish to guard today?
 Shen Mu: Of course it’s my little cutie No. 10!
 System warning! You cannot choose the same player to guard for two consecutive nights!
 White Wolf King: …blast out this No. 5 affectionate love dog!
 The third year amnesiac uni-student, Shen Mu, was drawn into a surreal game by an unknown force——the Suspended Life Game. Only the winner could return to the real world, and their original life, while the loser will be erased for eternity!
 In the first round of the preliminary game, Shen Mu (indifferently) discovered that he was the only one of the 12 players who had amnesia (crit hitx1), not only did he draw the most troublesome killer role(crit hitx2), but he was also assigned on a team with a mentally confused foolish (little sweetie) teammate and a little girl who was still in elementary school (crit hitx3).
 Yet after the preliminary game, how would the subsequent real “official game” be different, what type of crisis would it conceal?
 Since the past is completely blank, life and death was uncertain for the future, then he must enjoy his current life and battle on!
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 As the mad researcher in a tattered white coat activated the self-destruction device, Qin Luo knew that this time, there was no escape.
 He was well aware of the destructive power of the self-destruction device. 
 Even if he is genetically inborn with an independent space, it is impossible to use the power of his space to resolve against such a terrible explosion.
 His only end would be a torn space and the crushed bones.
 On an unrecognizable earth rampant with zombies and mutant creatures, this end is good.
 Death is far better than living…
 With a skull splitting headache he opened his eyes to find himself reborn in the year before the apocalypse happened.
 Is this a joke!!! 
 Is this a chance for him to be prepared to combat the apocalypse? 
 Is God not satisfied with all the bitterness he had went through and would enjoy watching him suffer once more?
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 Rimu Dynasty, Kingdom of chaos. Demons were rampant, and it was difficult for people to live.
 Gu Qing’an had not yet had the opportunity to appreciate his beauty upon transmigrating in this world, as he had to face the demon who targeted and devoured humans.
 Fortunately, she had a system.
 “I, Gu Qingan, have never been weaker than others. System, add it to me.”
 ……
 Many years later, Gu Qing’an, standing on the frozen void, looked at the newly discovered strange world under her feet without any expression.
 “Compared to human beings, alien existence is a demon,” she thought to herself.
 “Then, are all creatures in this entire world considered demons?”
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