Chapter 65

Jiao Bu Jue opened his eyes and saw the faint, soft light inside the game pod. Due to the previous day and a half of staying up all night, going to bed early, waking up, and sleeping again, the circadian rhythm he had finally established, which allowed him to sleep from 4 a.m. until noon, was disrupted.

At 2:30 a.m., he disconnected from the neural link, got out of the game pod, and suddenly felt the urge to write.

As he opened the pod door and took a step out, he stepped on a sticky, squishy object...

The room was very dark, and he wasn't wearing slippers, only socks. In an instant, he made a very correct inference: "This isn't cat poop..." He bent down: "What else could it be?!"

Twenty minutes later, he had cleaned the floor, washed his socks, and sat down in the computer chair, staring at Asa, who was lying on the table as if nothing had happened.

People these days value their personal space, so the soundproofing in the building was excellent. Otherwise, if Jiao Bu Jue were to shout and scream at three in the morning, start the washing machine, and mop the floor, the neighbors would have already come to his door.

Asa's eyes glowed emerald green in the dark, and looking at them for too long was a bit unsettling. Jiao Bu Jue glared at him for a while, then sighed, "I'll deal with you tomorrow."

He shooed the cat off the table, turned on the computer, and started typing. This month's "Second-Rate Detective and Cat" didn't even have a draft, and now that he had some inspiration, he decided to write as much as possible.

The issue of the derivatives troubled Jiao Bu Jue greatly, "If the existence of a life form itself is a mistake, what is the meaning of its existence in this world?" This question lingered in his mind.

When he couldn't find an answer, he would write the question into his work. It wasn't to get the readers to answer him; he knew that some things have no answers. He just wanted more people to think about it.

In simple terms, Jiao Bu Jue's behavior was... when his own troubles couldn't be resolved, he would turn one person's troubles into a group's troubles, ultimately achieving the effect of everyone being troubled. This could be considered a rather high level of self-harm and harm to others.

Of course, Jiao Bu Jue couldn't directly write down what he had experienced and the game's settings. He had to rethink the plot and present the story of the derivatives in a different form, turning it into a story in "Second-Rate Detective and Cat."

When focused on something, time always passes quickly. When he pulled himself out of the story, he found that it was already daylight, and the monthly serial was more or less settled. In these five or six hours, Jiao Bu Jue couldn't possibly finish the entire draft, but he had created a framework, which was the most mentally taxing step. Once this was done, the rest was relatively simple. Filling in the framework with content would create a draft, and then revising it. If everything went smoothly, one revision would be enough to produce the final draft. As for proofreading, he could leave that to the magazine's editors, but Jiao Bu Jue's drafts usually didn't need much proofreading; he was quite meticulous about quality and details.

It was a Sunday, and the weather was decent. According to Jiao Bu Jue, Wang Tan Zhi went to the kindergarten to volunteer every Sunday, as Jiao Bu Jue put it, "to play with kids of his own age."

Jiao Bu Jue himself was rather indifferent to public welfare activities. Compared to Xiao Tan, who was a model youth, if he were to participate in similar work... to put it mildly, it would be "a bit out of place"; to put it bluntly, it would scare (or corrupt) the children.

Speaking of Jiao Bu Jue, the police officers in the neighborhood all knew him. Brother Jiao was a legendary figure... things like a missing body from the hospital morgue, a dog giving birth to a cat, a child suddenly being able to shatter light bulbs with their mind, crop circles, meteorite fragments... if someone reported such incidents seriously, they would be directed to Jiao Bu Jue. Either he did it, or it was related to him. If it had nothing to do with him, he could at least serve as a consultant.

Jiao Bu Jue himself didn't think there was anything wrong with this. People like him, who don't like to ask for help, are often very willing to help others. It's not that he helps others for their sake; rather, he enjoys the feeling of being needed. In short, he likes it when others come to him for help. His motivation has nothing to do with a sense of social responsibility; it's purely out of interest.

In any case, this Sunday would be another leisurely day for Jiao Bu Jue. He had only slept for two and a half hours the previous night, and that was in a dream-like state within the game. After getting up to write until dawn, he was quite tired. Yawning, he went back to bed and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he glanced at the clock, and it was exactly noon.

This time, Jiao Bu Jue was cautious and first checked if Asa had buried any new "landmines" by the bed. Fortunately, there were none, but when he went to the living room, he saw a pile...

As someone with experience in raising cats, he naturally had a method. First, he pulled Asa to his "masterpiece," held the cat's face in his hands, and roughed it up a bit. Then he used a tissue to pick up the mess, put it in the litter box, and brought Asa to the litter box, patting his head to make sure he recognized the place.

When Jiao Bu Jue was a child, he had tried to train his pet to use the toilet, but it ended in failure. It turned out that toilets weren't designed for cats; they could easily fall in, and the consequences were unimaginable...

After cleaning up the mess, he went to cook himself some noodles. After buying breakfast yesterday, he didn't even have any change left. Jiao Bu Jue was truly penniless. Fortunately, he had freeloaded on meals from Bao Da Ren and Xiao Tan, which had given him some reserves. For the next nine days, until he received his manuscript fee, if there were no more opportunities to freeload, he would have to strictly ration his meals, eating only clear broth noodles.

"Meow..." Asa watched Jiao Bu Jue cooking, seemingly thinking he was making something good and hoping to get a share.

Jiao Bu Jue glanced down at him, "Your cat food is more flavorful than this."

Asa seemed to understand and turned away, lying down on the sofa to nap.

Ten minutes later, Jiao Bu Jue brought his homemade clear broth noodles to the computer, turned on the monitor, and logged into the Terror Park game forum. He had developed a habit of always doing something while eating, whether it was reading or chatting with others; otherwise, he felt like he was wasting his life.

Just as he slurped a mouthful of noodles, his eyes fell on the top of the forum, and the words almost made him spit out his noodles.

"Due to the number of max-level players exceeding 10% of the beta testers, the server has been shut down. We will complete a full upgrade within 48 hours and open the official public beta version. Please stay tuned."

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