Dimension Eroder to Dark City is strongly requested by the operating officer to tell a poor and sad inspirational story. The process is roughly like this: Since the epidemic was affected last year, life routines have been forced to change, plus gastritis, tortured, kept at home, mental state declined, and updates gradually became unstable.

Gradually, the person becomes numb, and gradually turns into a salty fish, and then finds that lying down is refreshing for a while, and lying down is always refreshing, until it is too refreshing to get up, falling into a vicious circle, and it is difficult to extricate itself. The update and production reduction led to a decline in manuscript fees, because people are numb, there is an unreal sense of detachment, like a living corpse, the brain knows that it is wrong to do this, but the personal feeling is very hazy, turn a blind eye to this, continue to lie down, cool!

Until a few days ago, when chatting with the operation officer about this month's activities, he was maliciously ridiculed, satirized, provoked, and stimulated. He talked about the vicious circle of updates and manuscript fees, especially after repeatedly talking about money. Lying flat and relying on photosynthesis to survive daily necessities and other tragic situations, suddenly the defense was broken, the mentality collapsed, people exploded, and tears of poverty were shed.

Then wake up from the salted fish state.

This state of numbness for half a year was suddenly broken, and I was awakened to realize the horror of the shrinking and evaporating manuscript recognition fee. The mind flayer controlled and enslaved him for half a year, and he was terrified after he suddenly returned to normal thinking.

I don't feel sleepy when I mention money!

It's really cool to lie down, but poverty is really scary, especially if it continues to shrink for half a year and ignores it, it's crazy to react after knowing it. So I got up for a while, made up my mind to change my mind, start a new life, and renew well. And get full attendance next month to make up for what I lost.

I say this not to prove how great I am, I just want to subscribe, or I will starve to death.

Then, the despicable operation officer felt that it was okay, and ran to the group to gamble on this matter, betting on whether he could succeed in full attendance next month... The sand sculptures in the group disagreed, and most of them voted against it.

The operation officer was not satisfied with the success of the trick, and kept harassing me, forcing me to publish this matter to expand the results of the battle, for everyone to ridicule and drag more people into the water. Then use external persecution, use readers' public opinion offensive, attack me, oppress me, create pressure, and complete the "poor **** path heart seed demon".

Using poverty to stimulate the evil thoughts in his heart led to an explosion of mentality, eager for quick success and quick profit to squeeze his potential, complete full attendance, and finally achieve his ultimate goal of winning the bet.

I am opposed to this, but the despicable operating officer is not too big for eating melons, and he perseveres in harassment and chanting spells endlessly. In addition, I have some understanding of my habit of being accustomed to salted fish, and I also feel that this state of excitement cannot last for too long.

In the end, I had no choice but to admit defeat and send out the story to tell everyone that there was such a thing. Because of poverty, so add more, get rid of salted fish, poverty breeds demons.

Now, the wise operation officer of Chicken Thieves proposes to take out 100 coins and invite readers to bet on whether they will be able to attend full attendance in April in the comment area. He won, and the loser consciously gave a reward.

The above is the cause and effect.

I'm just a tool person who has no emotion and looks forward to full attendance. The operation officer said that he had a very good time.