"Text/Unpoetic Knife Boss" Originally writing the preface is very happy, because it means that I have scored another episode of "The Hunter". But now, it's time for my "most painful" preface. In response to the request of an inhuman editor who is very good at tearing up the sequence, I usually have to talk nonsense to the screen, trying very hard to make something that is not funny funny. I was originally a very serious person, and every time I wrote the sequence, I was troubled .If the writing is not funny, the editor's side is not good, and the royalties will not come down, and I will just copy the fart.

I can't accept the past month, I've been living in a mess. It’s just that my young readers have increased recently. The publishing house has received letters from many parents, saying that their children like me and are influenced by me. I hope I can write more warning articles that are beneficial to physical and mental health (such as bad Good books will grow mushrooms under the armpits, for example, reading novels and playing cards in class will ooze urine) Help their children grow up seriously, don't always dry their blood there, and end up becoming a person like me. That's it, parents, don't worry leave your children to me, because I'm a great man!

Yes, you think I'm going to fool you again, don't you? WRONG! Originally, I didn't believe that I was about to become a great man of my generation, but the strange thing that happened to me last week made me believe it. Here's the thing. Last Sunday, I wrote the last chapter of "Fate Hunter XIV" at home. I was tired, so I practiced the posture of helping the old lady cross the road in the living room (when I was secretly photographed by the paparazzi, I could act more handsomely), Someone rings the doorbell. As soon as I opened the door, I saw two drenched people.

They were one tall and one short, wearing black suits, and they looked like men, but they were as wet as if they had just stepped out of the sea, and the floor of my door was covered with water. "..." I couldn't help but look outside. Now that the sun is out and the wind is blowing hot, how can these two people get so wet? "Hi, you must be Nine Knives, right?" the tall man panted. "Yes." I feel so exhilarated when I'm called you. "Great, we are special commissioners of the Future Great Man Protection Organization." The short man simply took off his shoes, and twisted wet socks for me at the door: "It's like this, we made a special trip from the future world to travel through time and space, and came to 21 The agent who came to protect you at the beginning of the century. My name is..."

The tall man yelled with his thick neck: "Idiot, you can't say our names! After the nine-knife giant knows our names, he may change the established future!" etc. "Isn't this a copy of 'Devil Terminator'?" I interrupted their conversation. The tall man nodded, and the short man shook his head. I was a little confused, so I had to say, "Are you kidding me?" "I really hope it's a joke, but the nine-knife giant, you are in a very dangerous situation now, which is why we have worked so hard to cross the wormhole and come to this point in time to help you tide over the difficulties." The tall man wiped his face.

"Is the wormhole wet?" I interrupted. "Yes, the nine-knife giant really lives up to his reputation. The wormhole is very wet, and the transmission time is so long, we almost suffocated in the wormhole." The short man twisted his tie hard, making the door of my house tick-tock . These two wet people keep calling me great, and I can't help but feel great. I had no choice but to invite them into the house to drink tea, and threw them two rags to wipe the water off their faces. The two of them looked around at my house, and they kept screaming: "Oh my God! I never thought that I could go to the home of the great man of nine swords and witness the base of the miracle with my own eyes! My God!" Finally, I was moved. tearing up.

"Impossible, the first edition of Urban Horror Disease! There is only one version!" The tall man immediately knelt down and worshiped my bookcase vigorously. "At this time, "Legend of the Hunter" has only come out to the thirteenth? This kind of paper, this kind of cover...the preface is all scribbled in the legend!" The short man threw himself on the ground and cried. Xue Te, this must be a scam group. Moreover, it is a fraudulent group with very poor skills and rotten to the extreme! But being nice is my forte, so I poured them hot coffee anyway. "This is?" The tall man frowned, smelling the aroma of hot coffee.

"According to historical documents, it should be a...drink called hot coffee?" The short man tutted. Enough, this kind of bad acting is really enough, and historical documents! As soon as the two were about to drink hot coffee, I immediately grabbed one of the cups and poured it over my head.Although it was hot to death, I didn't change my face. "Actually, our standard way of drinking hot coffee is like this." I smiled, my head smoking. Without hesitation, the tall man and the short man imitated my actions and poured hot coffee on their heads. What a swindle group that I respect so much, there is no laughing place!

But don't try to trick me with such a rotten plot. "Great man with nine knives, let's be blunt. Since you are a very important great man in the future, any decision you make at any point in time may change history as we know it, but history sometimes changes because of The Samuelians travel too frequently in time, or the time machine they use is too huge, which produces an effect called wormhole stretching and cracking." The tall man's hair was smoking, and the coffee juice flowed down his forehead and The nose drips slowly. The short man on the top of his head continued with the words of the tall man: "Usually, it doesn't matter if the wormhole is stretched and cracked. The Time Travel Medical Alliance believes that everyone should not travel in time for the time being. Let the wormhole rest for more than two months. That's okay, the wormhole will repair the damage on its own."

Oh, why does it sound a bit lewd? "But!" the short man shouted forcefully. I was shocked. "But! This time, an unknown person traveled through the wormhole with an unknown foreign object, which caused the wormhole to crack too much. The substance secreted by the wormhole when it repaired the wound by itself has leaked into various time zones. This mysterious Matter is quite special, and based on the painful experience in the past, it will lead to amazing changes in the history of many time zones." The tall man explained. "What is the painful experience in the past?" I asked casually.

They shouted in unison: "I can't say it!" "It's either too esoteric or it can't be said, is it a fraud group?" I tut. "...What is a scam group?" The tall and the short looked at each other, as if the fucking historical dictionary didn't include such an important word. It's too fake. "So what? Crisis in many time zones, then?" I had to feign curiosity as the coffee trickled down my hair. "In order to protect the smooth operation of history, we don't care about many small people, but for great people who will make great contributions to the future world, our organization will send people to take risks through wormholes for key protection, to ensure that the life of great people before they become great people, It is our job to continue to operate exactly as recorded in history! We will not return to our original time zone until the wormhole's damage is repaired by itself." "So, as long as the great man's life is settled, history will be fine?" I asked coldly. "Yes, according to the law of time that 'biography of a great man is equal to history', it is enough to focus on protecting the great man." The tall man smiled: "If too many special agents are dispatched to protect ordinary people in one go, it will instead expose the future time zone." His existence has changed history." It’s really a statement full of loopholes, and it’s still a law. If I use it to write novels, I’ll be laughed to death! "Then you come to me now and tell me that I will become a great man in the future, won't it change history?" I can kill these two liars by just citing a few points. "No, because you are so great, and history is simply a product of your participation." No answer, but... "So my future is super great?" I couldn't help asking. "Yes, you are very great." The tall and the short said in unison. "Fuck! I knew it! I'm going to call my mother!" I was so excited that I immediately wanted to call my mother to report the good news and tell her that she had given birth to a great man! But wait. I couldn't suppress my curiosity and asked, "What did I do to become a great man?" The short man immediately took out a damp little book from his pocket, and said, "According to your chronology, you are still a waste until you are thirty-five years old. From the age of thirty-six, your life will begin to appear." ..." "Wait, you mean... I'm still a piece of shit?" I was surprised. "Yes, that's recorded in the historical documents." The tall man also took out a pamphlet that was still dripping: "Before the age of twenty, he was a typical and complete waste. waste, but has not departed from the most restrictive definition of waste in the Time Syndication Convention, and..." "Wait!" I was so angry: "But I wrote the day before, so many readers bought new bookcases to hold my novels, so many schools invited me to tell jokes in the auditorium, I am already a best-selling novelist, no matter what Are you saying that I am not a waste?" The tall man said sincerely: "Compared to what you will do in the future, you are nothing but rubbish now." This sentence makes me stand in awe. Xue Te, it turns out that the future me is so great. Damn, it’s the same reason that I always call my past self a waste. Then, I, who will become a great man in the future, must be super great! "Excuse me, may I ask what I did in the future to become a great man?" "This kind of thing is very important. We are afraid that once we say it, the future will change." The tall man looked apologetic. "Oh, that's how it is." I pretended to understand, and asked again: "But... how great will I be? Can you explain in detail?" "In the future, great people will be divided into three grades. The lowest is the great achievement grade, the middle one is the Qianqiulongzai grade, and the highest grade is the space battleship grade!" The tall man recited everything by heart. "Then me?" "Of course you are a space battleship class!" The short man said brilliantly. So cool! I immediately jumped on the sofa and yelled for a minute before I managed to calm down. "Nine Swordsman, please understand that we can only accompany you at this stage, and cannot tell you too many details of the future world. During this period, we will help you pay attention to the status of the wormhole, so that the mysterious restoration materials of the wormhole will not be lost. Be careful, if you have a mutation because of this, you will not be able to become a great man according to historical records." The tall man continued. drop? From where? Anyway, something dripping from that wet wormhole must be weird, and I don't want to be dripped. "If I wear a hard hat when I walk, will it have a protective effect?" I asked seriously. "Hard hat? Is it a kind of hat?" The short man tilted his head and quickly flipped through the wet booklet. The tall man slowly lifted the half-full coffee pot on the table, poured another cup for himself and me, and then gracefully dropped it on top of his head, dousing himself with hot steam. "..." I frowned, lost in thought. Now there are two options. 1. Blow these two super stupid scam groups out of my house as quickly as possible. 2. Admit that you will be a space battleship-class giant, and then accept protection. I sigh deeply. "Excuse me, how many episodes will my "Fate Hunter" end?" I clenched my fists and bowed my head. "I'm sorry, this is confidential." The tall and the short spoke in unison again. Sure enough, there is still no way to know? I picked up the coffee pot on the table and slowly poured it on my head in one breath. So, these two commissioners from the end time zone temporarily lived in my house...