Chapter 385 The Big Plan
"The senior investigators don't trust me completely?"
'That's right... After all, I am a dangerous factor... But why didn't you just imprison me?'
"In order to get me out, you continue to attract the remnants of the Fallen Star Cult?"
Fang Xian saw something, but pretended not to know and sorted the files one by one.
"Ahem... Roca, you've been studying in isolation here for a month. It's time to go out and enjoy your vacation." Love announced with a cough.
"holiday?"
"Yes, most investigators are under a lot of pressure, so every once in a while, they have to take a mandatory vacation to prevent themselves from losing their sanity..." At this point, Love added meaningfully, "Spirit and inspiration may have no upper limit, but among the keepers, we divide the sanity value into three stages. 0 to 35 is red, 35 to 65 is green, and 65 to 100 is still red. The closer to 50, the darker the green, and the closer to 0 and 100, the darker the red..."
" It feels a bit strange. Isn't it better to be more rational?"
Fang Xian asked curiously.
"Balance! Balance is the most important thing... We humans have a certain degree of sensibility, so how can we be absolutely rational? In this regard, there is a bloody lesson... Before this standard was released, a legendary investigator whose name cannot be revealed thought he had found the path to absolute rationality. Through various methods, he raised his sanity value to 100..."
Love's voice was low: "Then, he also went crazy! Crazy about 'absolute rationality'. Because he had no emotions and no goals to protect, he no longer cared about his relatives, became extremely cruel and indifferent, and no longer followed the keeper's motto... Later it was proved that absolute rationality is not desirable. Maintaining a balance is the key. We need rationality, and we also need emotions to bring strength to our hearts! After the strong promotion of Mr. Clark Carter, a new standard was established."
“So, this is where the mandatory vacation system comes from?”
Fang Xian said that he understood.
"Yes, although you are not investigating the case, you have been exposed to too many files... This may also cause you mental stress without realizing it. My suggestion is to relax, go to a concert, get drunk, or go on a date with a cute girl... " Love suggested: "In short, don't think about these files for the time being. Of course, don't forget our confidentiality agreement."
"Of course."
Fang Xian nodded.
…
When Fang Xian returned to the apartment building where he rented, he actually felt as if he was in another world.
He came to the door, took out the key and opened the door, and found many letters lying on the carpet.
Most of it comes from editors urging us to submit manuscripts, or contacts from friends, and some comes from bills for water, electricity, and gas.
The house rental fee is paid every six months, so Fang Xian doesn't have to worry about the landlord evicting him after just one month of not living there.
Inside the house, the furnishings were the same as before Roca left, except for a layer of dust.
Fang Xian opened the refrigerator and shook his head helplessly: "It's all stinky... throw it away, and get a new batch. Sigh... I think that as an investigator, living in the branch all the time is a sign of dedication to the job. Why do you force me to take a vacation?"
He complained, rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.
After throwing away all the garbage, Fang Xian sat back at his desk and began to read the letters one by one.
Don't look at those bills for payment, just pay them one day.
There are also letters from friends that need to be replied to one by one, and some of them may contain temptations from the Falling Star Cult.
Finally, there is the routine reminder from publishers and magazines for manuscript submission.
It’s not that Roca is so famous, but there was an agreement before that he had to provide a certain number of words of manuscripts every month.
"At present... Roca has a novel and an essay being serialized, and needs to submit poetry manuscripts to two newspapers every month... It's annoying! I don't want to do this anymore..."
Fang Xian pursed his lips but still didn't write a letter to refuse.
Although being an investigator is a good job, there is no salary, no salary, no salary! I have to say it three times because it is important!
Although the headquarters is responsible for the food and lodging of the investigators, and occasionally they can receive considerable compensation from the victims of supernatural cases, it is after all very rare.
I also need a part-time job to avoid being out of touch with society.
Although...the investigators are generally out of touch with society and behave strangely, like mental patients.
"But... I still have to keep writing... I can probably implement some of my plans through it..."
Fang Xian looked at his attribute column: "I am now also a sixth-level secret existence... Although I may be the most useless one in history, my status is still there. I can accept prayers and respond to believers within a certain range..."
"The supernatural powers in this world are a bit tricky... For example, the Broken Wing Bird spell actually requires the sacrifice of pain. If the pain is not enough, the spell will have no power..."
"So... can I collect all the negative emotions of the readers and use them as a medium for me to cast a spell?"
"As a secret existence, this should be possible. As for how to collect them? Who can't write a story about abusing the protagonist? This is mental pain, and the quality is probably better than physical pain... Well, I hope no readers will send me razor blades. It doesn't matter, they don't know my address."
“It’s easy to write a story about abusive protagonists, but how to write it in a brilliant way, so that readers can’t stop reading, and keep reading while cursing, and finally feel sad and painful with the characters in the book… It’s still a bit tricky, and you have to put in some thought, otherwise it’s useless if no one reads it and no one keeps reading…”
"When they feel sad, upset, or in pain because of reading...when they have all kinds of negative emotions, they may pass them to me through my 'pen name' and serve as nourishment for my spellcasting...Well, only a person with enough character who can accept the existence of prayer can do this."
"In this regard, you have to be careful of the investigators, but it doesn't matter. My tragic novel will definitely pass the censorship because it does not contain any supernatural power... It will not reveal anything. It is simply to make readers feel sad and painful..."
"A reader's share doesn't need to be too much, and it won't have any substantial impact on the other party... but if accumulated, it will definitely exceed the limit of what I can do alone!"
"From today on, I'm going to transform myself into a tragedy or horror writer. Why... I feel a little excited when I think about it?"
Fang Xian slowly perfected his plan and looked at his friend's letter again.
Most of these messages came from Steward and his friends at that party, asking about their own situation, and Fang Xian responded to them casually.
In addition, there are some invitations.
Most of them were out of date, and only one was still valid, inviting him to an art exhibition in Orsay.
Look at the signature, it’s Xia La.
"The person Steward loves? I seem to smell something ridiculous..."
