Chapter 517 Pigeon Cage
"Hmph..."
Lin Han snorted coldly.
He decisively grabbed the fruit knife on the table.
He didn't dare to hesitate, fearing that hesitating too long would cause the body to protect itself and thus fail to do it.
He stabbed directly into his throat!
"Ah!!"
His voice was hoarse with pain, and soon he couldn't make any sound.
But that kind of pain was really painful!
He even regretted it a little.
[The host's life is passing away, this system will take emergency rescue measures! ]
"Fuck you!"
Lin Han cursed the existence that tried to suppress him from the bottom of his heart.
In front of his eyes, it gradually became dark.
When he woke up again.
As soon as Lin Han opened his eyes, he cursed: "Fuck Star Number Star Number Coin, TM is coming back!"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
Before he started to look around, he heard a burst of surprised voices.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a "pigeon cage" at this time.
This is a typical office building.
Each staff member was separated by a partition, with work computers placed in front of them, in an orderly manner.
Originally, the people here were concentrating on their work, but suddenly, they were all frightened by Lin Han's curse and looked over.
However.
Lin Han was not nervous at all about the reaction of this group of people.
For him, just look at it, what else can it be?
Anyway, this should also be a fake world...
He stood up and glanced at everyone present with disdain.
Suddenly!
A message flashed through his mind, and he remembered something instantly.
"This is..."
Lin Han's body tensed up, he began to look around, and the scenes of the past gradually floated into his mind.
He remembered!
This is where he works!
He is a game planner, and the company is developing a game called "Creator"!
"Brother Lin, are you okay?"
Hearing this.
Lin Han looked in the direction of the voice.
It was a boy with a pot-covered head who was a little strange, but he could call his name at once.
"Xiaotian?"
"Ah, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"By the way, Brother Lin, there's a meeting at six o'clock. Have you prepared the materials?"
"Meeting at six o'clock?" Lin Han looked at his desk and saw nothing on it, so he said, "Not ready."
"Then hurry up and prepare."
Lin Han nodded.
Sitting down silently again.
He unscrewed the pen cap and found a piece of white paper.
He wrote on the white paper casually.
"Storms are rolling, swords are blazing.
Engine roars, guns are baptized.
Old gods are howling, the abyss is staring.
From steam engines to internal combustion engines, mechanical civilization eventually developed...
From primitive people to iron-blooded people, barbarian civilization eventually developed...
From the Qi-refining masters who have been practicing hard for 100,000 years, they finally achieved the position of the Immortal Emperor and ruled the world...
From giving up being human and falling into the abyss to drinking poison, surviving a hundred deaths, and becoming a terror...
This is everyone's era!"
Finished!
Cap the pen.
He was very dissatisfied with the strong sloppy smell on the words.
This manuscript was like a rough house that had just been built. It had not been decorated yet and lacked polish, making it look very unpresentable.
Just then...
"Da!"
"Da!"
"Da!"
"Da!"
The sound of high heels came from far away and finally stopped beside Lin Han.
A faint fragrance came, and Lin Han turned his head involuntarily to look over.
What caught his eye was an intellectual woman.
She said to Lin Han: "Mr. Lin~"
"Ya Ya." Lin Han forgot to think and blurted out.
He obviously didn't know this intellectual woman, but he could call out her nickname in one breath, and he called it so skillfully.
"Is the information ready? If it is ready, can you help me with a small favor?"
"Of course."