Terra's Magnetic Field

So the emperor, who was famous for his cruelty, made two decisions.

One was to pull out the farmer's tongue on the spot, because the farmer's behavior seriously affected the authority of the emperor and the court.

The second is to open the granary to provide relief to the people according to the farmer's statement, and to rectify the corruption within the court. Because the farmer said the truth, the emperor was cruel but not stupid.

At that time, I felt like my tongue was about to be pulled out by Princess Chen.

Princess Chen first looked at me very seriously, then the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, and finally she couldn't help laughing, "Hahahaha!" She laughed several times in a row, "...Is that so...So this is what you think..."

The people above are really weird. They are happy when being called "fools".

In this way, a very subtle friendship was born between Princess Chen and I. Perhaps because I often spoke without thinking, she loved to chat with me at parties, and over time we became friends who could talk about anything.

I know that this friendship is actually very fragile and can't even go further because there is a huge gap between our identities and statuses. Even if I am stupid, I know that I can't have a close relationship with such a person.

Just like in the company, many bosses like to say, "When we are working, it is work, when we are playing, we are all friends, it doesn't matter how you joke with me", generally the bosses who often emphasize this sentence are narrow-minded, and they will definitely hold a grudge if you joke with them. Once you cause losses to the company later, it is normal to be scolded as a grandson or even directly fired.

The more emphasis is placed on human relationships, the less human nature there is. Many unscrupulous companies are organized as "big families of xx"...

Therefore, it is absurd in itself for two people with completely unequal strength and status to be friends. One party can easily crush the other party. Even if such a friendship exists, it is a dangerous wall.

It’s not that I don’t believe in Princess Chen’s character, but I can’t afford the risk.

I am not qualified to be her "friend" in the true sense, so our relationship is limited to chatting.

Gradually, I found that all my good brothers had girlfriends. University attaches great importance to circles. If you show a little difference, you will be kicked out. Then you will slowly become a marginal person, a so-called "weirdo". Of course, I don't want to be like that.

I realized at a very young age that I must never behave differently from others because the first bird to stick out gets shot.

I still remember the child who won first place in the Mobile City Essay Competition and was isolated by the whole class because he was praised by the head teacher; I also remember the child with expressive disorders who was ridiculed by everyone.

The collective will devour individual personality and exclude individuals who are unwilling to cooperate.

Since I was a child, I would deliberately make mistakes in a few questions on exams to move my ranking slightly lower, because people tend to remember the first and second places but not the third and fourth places.

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I just need to hide in the shadows of the public. The overly strong sunlight will burn me and leave me nowhere to hide.

In order to avoid being a loner, I started looking for my own "girlfriend". First of all, she couldn't be too pretty, or I would be envied; she couldn't be too ugly, or I would be laughed at; she couldn't be too smart, or she would know my little thoughts; and she couldn't be too stupid, or she would betray me.

My standard is probably the so-called "passerby heroine"

Is it easy to find such a person?

It's difficult. How easy is it to find an inconspicuous woman in a university full of fancy clothes? And she has to listen to me completely.

So I gave up quickly and spent money to rent a "girlfriend".

This sounds absurd but it really happened. Where there is demand, there will be buying and selling. At that time, some female students in college made extra money by "renting out" themselves, pretending to be the tenant's girlfriend in front of the tenant's friends and relatives to satisfy the tenant's vanity.

As long as the tenants can provide a specific character, they can play it out, whether it's the Eastern-style virtuousness, the Colombian-style openness, or the traditional Yan-style little woman... they can perform it vividly.

It would be a huge loss to the film and television industry if these girls didn't make it to Hollywood.

Later I realized that my idea was stupid. As I gained more experience, I found that the truly excellent actors were playing real life, and most of them were politicians and businessmen. Only the inferior actors would go to film. The above sentence was said by Wan Bao. I don't know if her usual stupidity is acting. Maybe she is actually very smart?

In short, this kind of deal is actually very cost-effective in my opinion, because even if you find a real girlfriend, you still have to invest a lot of material costs in her, and sometimes there will be no return at all.

Such an example happened to me in high school. A boy bought milk tea for the girl he liked every day for a whole semester. Then the girl wouldn't even let him touch her hand, and we all laughed at him for being a "dog licker."

At last count, the boy spent a total of two thousand three hundred and twenty-five on the girl. With this money, he could have gone to a hair salon in the countryside for a full treatment.

So I rented a decent-looking girl from Liberia in the girls’ group. She was a local from Victoria, about 1.6 meters tall, with a good figure and a sweet voice.

Because I gave her enough money at the beginning, she performed very hard, which made me earn enough face in front of my good friends, and my status in the circle also improved a lot. They all praised me for my ability to hook such a beautiful girl. Every time I laughed, only I knew the bitterness in my heart, I knew that my living expenses for this month were reduced by half again.

The girl Liberi's superb acting skills even gave me the illusion that "she really fell in love with me". Once, I lay between her legs and asked her, "Do you really love me?" She replied, "Yes, I will love you more if you can give me more money." So I smiled and stuffed a few hundred dollars into her pocket, and she flattered me for half the night.

She hinted more than once that I could pay for special services, but I never took that step because I smelled several different men's perfumes on her. She didn't belong to me, but my money belonged to her.

To me at that time, she was like a "female Bodhisattva" who donated her body as alms. She was equally gentle to all the men who offered her alms. Gradually, I became addicted to this hypocritical gentleness.

During that period, I worked three jobs a week. When I had no classes during the day, I would go to the nearby amusement park to check tickets, work as a waiter in a bar at night, and wash dishes, wipe tables, and mop the floor in a restaurant at night, all for the sake of continuing that fake relationship.

Do I love her? No, I just love the feeling of being loved by others, even if that love itself is fake, like a mirage in the desert.

Maybe deep down I was craving female love.

Later, when I was working in a bar, I saw the girl from Libori leading a man who was about my age. I knew without even thinking about it that the man must be doing what I was passionate about now.

The girl from Liberi saw me mixing cocktails at the bar at a glance. I smiled at her. Her eyes were dazed for a moment, then she avoided me. She subconsciously pulled the man and wanted to leave.

In the end, the tactless man forced himself to stay by saying "I have a coupon here". The girl from Liberi probably thought that I would not joke with her at this time, so her strong psychological quality quickly made her calm down, and she talked and laughed with the man, while I was just across the bar less than one meter away from them.

This feeling is very strange. Was I cheated on? No, then did I cheat on that man? No either...

We never got that woman from the beginning to the end, so there was no such thing as adultery or other messy ethical issues.

Just like the open class in high school, I suddenly took out a wad of cash from the pocket of my bartender uniform and threw it on the table. Before the girl Liberi could speak, I took out another wad of cash and handed it to her, saying:

"Say you love me, just like that day in bed."

The man was stunned, and he obviously realized something. The girl from Liberi was also shocked, she didn't expect me to act so unconventionally.

I took out another stack of bills. There were already more than two thousand yuan on the table. The man would not pay that much at once.

If the girl in Liberi only loves money, will she say it? She should have no feelings for the man, just like she has for me.

"Pervert!" She slapped me, and a few tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. At that moment, I felt the only real emotion she showed, "sadness"

She wasn't angry at me for playing such a trick on her, just sad, which was strange.

But this time she didn't take my money. In the past, when I handed her money, she would take it with a smile. But this time, she took the bag and left, leaving only the

The man and I looked at each other.

I don't know why I felt sad. I didn't love that woman. She was just an actor I rented with money. The only relationship between us was employment.

The man stood up and punched me, then stormed off.

When I woke up the next morning, I was browsing my phone while applying an ice pack to my face. I soon saw an anonymous voicemail. When I opened it, I heard that familiar voice, "You're such a freak!" She first greeted me excitedly, and then scolded me for more than ten minutes. I didn't feel angry but rather a little funny. She looked so cute when she was angry.

Later, her tone became a little calmer. "You always buy other people's love through consumption, because you know in your heart that you can't accept other people's sincerity, and you can't be honest with others... Just like a lonely hedgehog, you long for someone to touch you, but you curl up with only your spikes exposed..."

"You are such a pathetic person..."

The email stopped abruptly, and that was the last time I heard her voice, because she moved away soon and we never met again. And that voicemail was also saved by me, and I would listen to it once every time I felt lonely, and then continue to curl up with my thorns exposed.

Whenever I hear those last few sentences I burst into tears, like now.

Since then, I have never spent money to rent a girlfriend, nor have I had any contact with other women. At the same time, I also told my good brothers around me that I had broken up and would never find a new girlfriend. This was equivalent to announcing that I would leave that circle.

I can no longer buy love from others because I can no longer trick myself into accepting it.

I didn't tell Princess Chen about these things. I knew she wouldn't laugh at me, but I was afraid she would feel sorry for me. Once a man is pitied by a woman, he is completely doomed.

That’s all for today.

Volume 48: Chapter Chapter Crow

I hardly need to set an alarm in recent days. Firstly, I don’t need to get up early after becoming unemployed. Secondly, I wake up earlier every day than the alarm I set before.

Today I was awakened by the sound of hammering next door. The couple seemed to like using a drill to drill holes in the partition wall of the rental house, hammering nails into the holes, and then hanging something on the wall to show their artistic taste. Just by listening to the sound, I can imagine a scene of a whole wall full of decorations.

Whenever I hear the sound of a drill drilling holes in the wall, I have the urge to punch the wall and pull the guy's head over to me.

I feel like a spider in my small apartment. My keen senses allow me to detect every move in every compartment of the rental house.

After observing for a few days, I am sure that there is a salesman living next door to me, and there is a film woman who keeps a cat living in the single room next to the toilet on the corner. I always hear her footsteps when she returns from the night shift in the middle of the night, "da da da...", very rhythmic.

I can analyze a person's height, gender, body shape and even basic personality just by the sound of their footsteps. This is considered a special skill.

The differences in walking postures of different people create different footsteps. People with impatient tempers walk aggressively, people with Buddhist personalities walk slowly, people with something on their minds walk intermittently, and people who are in a good mood walk in a hopping manner.

I feel that the Filin woman belongs to the first type, or rather, everyone who lives here except me belongs to the first type, they all live a fast-paced life.

The door of the rental house where I live is a security door, and I can hear all the sounds from the elevator corridor outside, so I can even hear what's going on in the ordinary house opposite.

Based on my experience, there lived a family of four opposite, a young couple, their little daughter and the elderly mother of one of them.

Even now I can hear the crying of children and the quarrels between daughters-in-law and their mothers or mothers-in-law, probably about whether to continue staying on the island.

The symphony of electric drills drilling, cats meowing and scratching the walls, washing machines running, salesmen's complicated telephone arguments and other messy sounds always wake me up in the early morning in this very annoying way.

I feel like if I stay here any longer, Evil will go on a killing spree, and might even use some "little props" to give the medical department's forensic doctors some tricky problems, so I plan to leave Rhode Island this week.

I mentioned before that all trains leaving Rhode Island have been cancelled, but I still have other options.

This brings me to a Victorian hooligans called "Crow". He is my schoolmate, from Liberia, with short black hair, a tall hooked nose, and reddish brown pupils.

I don't know who first called him "Crow", just like many other nicknames, maybe because his real name is "Crow. Frye"? Or maybe he looks like a crow and has a hoarse voice like a crow?

Students at Columbia University rarely call each other by their real names, as that would give people a sense of alienation, so we mostly call each other by nicknames, which is similar to Rhode Island. When I was in college, my classmates called me "little brother."

Like almost all hooligans, Crow likes to brag. He once boasted at a party that his ancestors were real Victorian aristocrats.

Damn Sir! His great grandfather was the leader of the Black Crow Gang, the largest gang in Victoria at that time. He was very skilled and was awarded the Order of the Garter, the highest honor awarded by the Victorian royal family.

Of course, like many classic boasts, Crow's family must have fallen into poverty later. His father's generation spent all his wealth on eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and ended up in this situation where everyone hates him. But he still vowed that he would return like lightning in the future, return to his loyal Victorian aristocratic circle, and complete the so-called "family revival."

In my opinion, his so-called "great-grandfather" was just a gangster who had never seen the world. When he was young, he relied on his smooth tongue and barely acceptable "dignity" to trick a rural girl into marrying him. After he had a child, he told the child about his made-up "youthful feats" every day, and he kept telling them until he was old, and his descendants believed them to be true.

Just like many Yan country rural people bragging about being royal relatives, this kind of thing is not new in Terra. Even Wan Bao from TN boasted that she had lived in the palace, how credible can her words be?

Crow is three years older than me. When I first entered Victoria University, he enthusiastically helped me carry my luggage. I thought all Victoria people were so enthusiastic.

As a result, this guy came to the dormitory door, stretched out his hand, and asked me for a tip in very poor Dongguo dialect. I didn't understand what he was saying at first. He just stayed at the dormitory door and sat on the empty bed in the dormitory, repeating the Dongguo dialect.

It happened that a student from the East passed by the dormitory door at that time, and the student translated the crow's poor Dongguo dialect into the equally poor Yanguo dialect. After figuring out the situation, I threw a ten-yuan bill to the crow and told him not to bother me in the future, and he quickly got away.

Afterwards, he told me that he had always thought that there was no big difference between the Dongguo people and the Yanguo people, at least they looked similar. He also thought that "Dongfang" was the entire country, and that Da Yan and Dongguo were provinces, and that the Yanguo language and the Dongguo language were just dialect differences.

I saw typical Western arrogance in his words.

So I retorted, "The West is also a country, Victoria and Columbia are just provinces, and Victorian and Columbian are just dialect differences." He nodded and said, "Yes! That's why I find it strange."

Later I thought about it carefully and it was indeed the case. The language and cultural differences between neighboring Western countries were not as great as I thought. At least this was the case between Victoria and Colombia.

Crow graduated two years earlier than me. When I was lying here dead, I killed time by hunting little blue birds. I accidentally discovered that this guy lived on another street less than 300 meters away from my rental house!

Moreover, after flipping through his diary and excluding those weird sexual fantasies and all kinds of nude photos of hot girls with big breasts and big butts, I found that he was actually living quite well. Perhaps the more shameless people are, the more likely they can live like fish in water in this magical land.

I quickly found the phone number he left for me in my address book. I thought I would never need it again. After I dialed it, a reserved reminder tone came out, "You are about to talk to the funniest and most handsome man on this earth. Please keep your emotions stable and don't fall in love with me. I belong to everyone on this earth~"

What is this? It sounds like a psychotic narcissist speaking.

After this disgusting message was repeated three or four times, the other party finally answered the phone. I remained silent at first, wanting to see what he would say.

"This is the most handsome descendant of aristocrats in this land. May I ask what service I can provide for you? Are you looking for goods?"

Goods? What goods? I have some bad thoughts. Rhodes Island is a pharmaceutical company. What can a person like him sell here?

"Yes, I was introduced by a friend..." I wanted to know what business he was doing here. I heard that reporting crimes could earn money recently. "What categories do you have there?"

"Do you want Ursus or Columbians? Easterners are selling well lately."

Hmm? Is he engaged in such high-end criminal activities? I am really impressed. It seems that reporting him can earn a lot of money. Speaking of which, Rhodes Island is a gathering place for infected people. In such a place, even if someone suddenly disappears, it will not cause much noise.

There are many underground organizations and sweatshops that force infected people into slavery, and many human traffickers are engaged in the business of selling infected slaves. I heard that some Rhodes Island operators were originally slaves.

"Are there any infected people?" I asked him.

"There is the Integration Movement," he replied simply, "I didn't expect you to have this kind of fetish..."

Reunion? I think I know how Rhodes Island usually deals with disobedient prisoners of war.

"Who do you want?" This time it was his turn to ask me, "Froststar? Or W? Tallulah?"

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I hesitated for a few seconds, my brain sorting out the current situation in an orderly manner. What did he mean? Is he strong enough to sell integration movement cadres?

"I am still the commander of the King's Journey Tower, right..." I asked him again, "How much?"

"One hundred yuan, don't think it's expensive. The business is being controlled more strictly now. Queen Mother Kai said she wanted to crack down on pornography and illegal publications, but she just hates that the money didn't go into her pocket."

Wait…what am I asking? Can Tallulah be bought for 100 bucks now? Or did I

Did I misunderstand what I was selling? Maybe it was a peripheral product or something?

"I guarantee that the film in my hand is absolutely authentic. If you place five orders at a time, you can also get a newly launched Lapland molded fjb for free. The moist feeling of being tightly wrapped by the wolf's den can squeeze out your wild DNA in three strokes..."

"Is fjb really modeled by Lagou herself? How did she agree to it?" I asked this without thinking, and I regretted saying it now, because this kind of thing is obviously not authorized by the person himself.

Imagine, everyone, a few wretched men find Lagou and ask her, "Can I have your private parts?" Do you think that given Lagou's wild personality, she would agree or would she pick up two knives and use their bodies to pose a century-old problem to the Rhode Island medical examiner?

"Uh..." Crow was speechless. He probably didn't expect anyone to ask this. He was just reading out the sales plan as usual. But he still answered very professionally: