48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng discovered that his day had been extra 24 hours a month ago.

The first thing that changed was his watch, which was a Seastar Automatic III mechanical watch produced by Swiss Tissot, which was given to him by his parents in Iceland on his 18th birthday.

Very perfunctory Taobao orders, the seller delivers the goods, and the address bar also fills in the wrong class.

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Zhang Heng put his finger on the keyboard and typed the first paragraph at the beginning of the novel. His current writing skills have reached lv3. In addition, he has already finalized the outline, so the next thing is completely natural.

And just after he finished writing the story that happened in the cafe, the door of the room was suddenly knocked.

Zhang Heng got up, walked to the living room, and looked out on the cat's eyes.

I saw the two figures standing outside the door.

——Ed Wilson and Bell Butre.

And in a corner behind the captain and the explorer, there is still a shy boy with short hair standing, unlike when he first met, this time he no longer only wears a pair of shorts, probably because To visit a friend, he also wears a sweater on his upper body.

Zhang Heng opened the door, "Welcome."

"We received a letter from you, saying that we should help us if we have something to do." Bell smiled. "We rushed over immediately, but I have to say that this place is quite mysterious. I just had a cup of coffee and then wake up. It was at the gate of the manor when I came."

"I'm almost the same." Ed said immediately, "But my experience is even more bizarre. I still remember that I was very ill. I tried my best to leave the last sentence of life and lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the ground with a dirt pit next to it, which looked like my grave, and then a man stood in front of me and gave me your letter , Tell me you can send me over, oh yes, he also gave me a set of clothes."

The little brother in shorts was still as taciturn as before. He did not speak, but nodded after the army captain finished speaking, indicating that his experience was similar to him.

When the others finished speaking, Bell looked at Zhang Heng again, and said straightforwardly, "Okay, let's go back to the old days and wait for dinner before continuing. Tell us what you need us to do for you first?"

"It's very simple. I am writing a novel and I need you to help me make it up together." Zhang Heng said.

"Fiction? So my chicken soup for life can finally reach where they should be?" The captain beamed his eyes upon hearing the words, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like he was gearing up for a big fight.

Bell and others lived in the manor for about a week. With their help, Zhang Heng finished the story of the first unit of his new novel. This unit was created based on the experience of his novice copy. Of course, based on this Last Zhang Heng also performed some artistic processing to make it more convenient and popular to read.

When Bell, Ed, and Brother Shorts left, the second wave of visitors also knocked on Zhang Heng's door.

Wearing a short skirt, Tokyo girl Ameko, who can laugh with tiger teeth, walked into the living room with the fish shop owner Yosuke Tsuchiya who stepped on slippers, who seemed to be ill-pumped.

"Excuse me, Zhang Sang." Ameko blushed and bowed. "My father and I won a mystery travel prize, but only after getting on the plane did we know that you were here."

"Boy, are you messing up all this? I thought that the award was a bit wrong at the time, but I want to warn you not to have any weird thoughts about my daughter!" Tsuchiya Yosuke found Ameko's face halfway through. Something was wrong, and immediately changed his words, "However, if you can beat me again, I am not unacceptable..."

"Let's talk about the car next time, this time there are actually some things to ask for the help of the two." Zhang Heng also bowed and repaid Ameko.

"What's the matter? You helped us before. It would be great if we can also help you." Yosuke Tsuchiya wanted to show off when he heard that Zhang Heng had something to ask, but he didn't expect Ameko to be one step ahead. He agreed.

"Actually I was writing this novel recently, but I encountered some difficulties during the creation process."

"Really, you still write novels?" Ameko was surprised. "But you just said that you have encountered difficulties? What are the difficulties? My father and I can't write novels. We don't know if we can really help. busy."

"Yes, as long as you can do as I said." Zhang Heng said.

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The time flow rate of 1:2400 makes every minute of the real world stretched extraordinarily long in the copy.

Zhang Heng did not use up all his copy time.

On the 2571th day, he had finished writing the novel.

In about 2460 days, he sent away the last wave of visitors, but he was not alone, because one of the previous visitors chose to stay.

Also accompanied by that person, Zhang Heng finished the end of the novel.

When he typed the last word on the keyboard, Konsell came to his room again.

"Your story is finished?"

Zhang Heng nodded.

"But you know, you can't take away everything in the copy, right? Whether you print the story or write it on paper, you can't bring out the copy."

Zhang Heng didn't say anything when he heard that, just took out the [Edward's U Disk] from his pocket.

This F-quality small prop is used to prevent the user's IP from being tracked when plugged into the computer, but many people ignore the storage function of this thing as a USB flash drive.

Although its quality is very low, only F, but it is indeed a genuine game item.

All game props can be taken out of a copy.

Zhang Heng copied the novel he just created into this USB flash drive. The 8G storage space is a bit small today, but fortunately, it is enough to hold a novel.

"Sure enough, for those seemingly unsolvable problems, the answers are often hidden in those inconspicuous corners." Konsell said with emotion, "I have no problem, but I will remind you one last time, be careful of Cronos. , He hopes to use your power to plot the master of the city under the ice. If he knows what you are doing, he will definitely try to stop you."

"It doesn't matter, I have found my messenger. She is a completely invisible person, harmless to everyone, and has no offensive power. No matter what force it is, she will not notice her or embarrass her. , And she will help me do the rest after I die." Zhang Heng said.

"It seems that you have arranged everything." Consel looked at the figure by the window, who had been standing there quietly, just like the floor lamp next to him, unobtrusive at all. But Konsell knew that if he showed hostility to Zhang Heng, even if it was only a trace, the figure would definitely raise the shotgun at his feet for the first time, embossing a few holes in his head.

"If this is the case, then I have nothing to say, and then I will leave this copy for the remaining 329 days for both of you." Konsell blew a whistle, turned and walked out the door. When I left, I also took the door to my room.