A Red Chicken’S Quick Travel Game Chapter 7
byChapter 7 1.6 Unscrupulous Author.
Hey, the person outside the window spoke.
Gou Xue was startled. He leaned closer to the window, and through the corner of the frame, he saw that the person was wearing a prison uniform.
Gou Xue swallowed hard and called out with a trembling voice, …Huh?
Do you want to get out? the person asked, glancing to the side.
Yes! Gou Xue answered immediately. He didn’t know this person, but based on that question alone, Gou Xue decided he was a good man!
The person looked around again, then held up two fingers and rubbed them together.
Gou Xue: …???
The person rubbed his fingers again impatiently.
Gou Xue: …Big brother, I don’t have any money.
Damn it, I saw it already. Give me the lighter! the man spat.
Gou Xue quickly refused. I can’t, big brother! I won’t survive in here without the lighter!
Then just stay here and wait to die, the man said coldly and heartlessly. People die in solitary every year, either by suicide or by going crazy. Let’s see how long you can last.
Gou Xue immediately shuddered. Hello, big brother! Here, big brother, take the lighter!
The man took the lighter Gou Xue handed over and quickly stuffed it into his pants. The prison uniform didn’t have any pockets, so Gou Xue couldn’t help but imagine where exactly he had stuffed it.
At least you’re sensible. The man glanced around once more, though it was unclear what he saw. With a snap, he shut Gou Xue’s window and hurried away.
Gou Xue was stunned for a moment before he started pounding on the door. Big brother! Big brother, where are you going?! Big brother, you can’t go back on your word!!
Bang! The iron door was struck hard, and the guard’s voice rang out from outside. Is your skin itching for a beating?
… Gou Xue flipped the middle finger toward the pitch-black door.
The lighter was gone, and the world was dark once again. Gou Xue couldn’t even last twenty seconds before shouting, Book!
The small silver book slowly emerged.
Gou Xue knew that every time he asked a question, a multiple-choice prompt would appear, likely making his luck even worse. So, he just held the book up like a glow stick and didn’t ask anything.
After a few seconds, the small book vanished with a poof.
Book!
…Poof.
Book!
…Poof.
…
After repeating this several times, the small silver book got angry and simply stopped appearing.
Book! Book! Book book book! — Feng Sujun!
The small silver book suddenly jumped out. Two oversized characters appeared across the pages, spanning both: WHAT!
Gou Xue stared at the small book in horror for a while. Seeing that it was about to disappear again, he quickly grabbed it and shouted, Hey! Wait, wait, wait! — It’s so boring, let’s chat! Tell me, what kind of junk are you writing? One moment it’s violent aesthetics, the next it’s a dark room… Your values are a bit skewed, aren’t they?
Two more words appeared on the book: Heh heh.
Gou Xue: … This author’s personality was far too nasty.
It’s not that I’m criticizing you, but what era is this? On Jinjiang, you can’t even write anything above the neck. The whole world is into fresh and hazy vibes, so why are you crashing into that restricted line? Gou Xue said with a pained expression, like a teacher disappointed in a failing student.
The small silver book simply snapped shut, ignoring Gou Xue entirely.
Look, wouldn’t it be better if we made things a bit more socially harmonious? Next time, just arrange an option to get out of prison. It’ll be good for you, good for me, good for everyone…
The book lazily flipped open: The readers won’t let you off.
Gou Xue was furious. What kind of crappy author are you? You rely on the readers to fill in your writing!
The book lazily flipped another page: Authors are in the service industry. We can’t talk back when scolded or fight back when hit. Even when we’re personally attacked, we have to bow and see the person out.
Gou Xue: …But you can’t be this lazy!
The small book snapped shut with a clack and refused to come out no matter how much Gou Xue called.
In the darkness, Gou Xue’s cries went unanswered. He lost all sense of time and began pacing the room, gradually becoming more and more agitated.
Hey! Is anyone there?! Gou Xue pounded on the door desperately. Let me out!
Panic surged up from the soles of his feet, and Gou Xue began to break out in a cold sweat.
Suddenly, someone tapped on the door from the outside. Quiet!
That wasn’t the guard’s voice.
Gou Xue immediately pressed his eye against the window slit. The window was suddenly pulled open, and the person on the other side was startled by Gou Xue’s eye being so close. Oh my god!
Gou Xue recognized him instantly as the man who had taken his lighter.
Big brother!
Shut the hell up! The man pulled a ring of keys out from his waistband—it was unclear where exactly he had been keeping them. He looked around and skillfully unlocked Gou Xue’s door. Gou Xue immediately bolted out like a wild dog off its leash. The man was quick, grabbing Gou Xue and saying, !@##%￥%……#￥&
Gou Xue: …????
The small silver book jumped out at that moment:
Plot Branch
6. What this person said was:
A. From now on, you’re my slave!
B. Follow me to see my boss!
C. I see you have a unique skeletal structure and have decided to teach you a peerless technique!
D. Finally caught you! Brothers! Grab him!
Gou Xue, after reading all the options: ?!?!!!!?