Like-minded People

Zong He stared at the prompt on the screen, trying to calm himself down.

Normally, if you have any illegal behavior, the system background will give a prom pt to tell the reason for the lock.

With slightly trembling fingers, he clicked on the screen, and opened every page o

f the writing software to check it, but found no notification...

I didn't give up and checked the backstage again, searching inch by inch, and final ly found a small gray icon in the corner of the homepage, with four light-colored sm

all characters on the icon: writing rules.

If you hadn't been watching carefully, you wouldn't have noticed such a stealth-lik e design.

Quickly click in, and a long dialog box pops up on the screen, densely packed with

creative rules.

Zong Heyi's scalp felt numb for a moment. He didn't expect that this seemingly ar bitrary file had so many restrictions:

"Article 1: It is strictly forbidden to write all vulgar color plots"

"Article 2: Writing gambling-related plots is strictly prohibited"

"Article 3: It is strictly forbidden to write violent and hurtful plots"

At the end, there are as many as 15.

With so many rules and regulations, Zong He read the whole article, like going ba ck to the ideological education class in the high school classroom.

Unconsciously, his palms were sweating, but fortunately he was quite normal bef

ore, his eyes fell back to the sixth rule:

"It is strictly forbidden to write plots of getting rich or to promote unearned incom e, which is seriously inconsistent with the logic of reality."

Come to think of it, the first two surprises and the goddess, I just happened to hit

the edge ball, because I didn't mention money clearly and survived.

The lottery winning plot is hitting the muzzle of the gun.

Zong He hugged his head and scratched his hair, what should I do now that the c ontent has been locked?

Anyone who has seen this rule before will not make this mistake.

Busy until midnight, he didn't give up looking for a way to unlock it, and even boldl y guessed in his heart: "I must not be the only one who encountered this software."

In the vast Internet, there must be someone else who has encountered this proble m, maybe... can you find a similar help?

Zong He's fingers made a "click, click, click" sound in the dimly lit room, and the s

ound of the keyboard was particularly evident at the moment.

After hours of searching in various ways, I couldn't find any clues about this softw

are.

"What's the matter..."

Zong He was paralyzed on the chair, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, and w ith the mentality of giving it a final try, he put a screenshot of the icon on the tablet i nto the search box, and used the image to identify and expand the scope to find sim ilarities.

Just when he was disheartened, a blurry screenshot at the bottom caught his attention.

It's also a screenshot. Although the pixels are blurred, you can still see at a glance that the orange graphics in the corners are very similar to this software.

Zong He rubbed his eyes and sat up instantly, clicked to check it, it was a blog fro m a few years ago.

The content is similar to a diary, describing the anxiety before the exam, and the s creenshot is attached at the end. Zong He enlarges the picture, and the icon on it is almost the same as the shape of the writing software he searched for.

Zong He was overjoyed, convinced that this was definitely not a coincidence. The author's avatar on the blog is a photo of an avocado, last updated a few years

ago.

After all, this was something that was popular many years ago. Nowadays, peopl e are all watching short videos and rarely writing long blogs. The home page has an email address that begins with a string of irregular eight-digit numbers.

According to Zonghe's experience, this number is basically the account id of the c

ommonly used platform.

He copied the number into the search bar and actually found a user in the chat so

ftware.

Username: "avocado"..

Zonghe's instant spirit, as if seeing the dawn, immediately added the other's frien

d.

"Hello! I'm taking the liberty to disturb you. Add me if it's convenient."

The emperor pays off, and the wait is nearly an hour. When the system prompted the other party to pass the friend, Zong He, who was sleepy, almost bounced off the sofa.

The other party sent a question mark: "?"

Zong He behaved very politely, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late."

He sent a picture of the blog, "Excuse me, is this blog yours?"

"It seems like a long time ago, what happened?"

Zong He circled the writing software on the picture, "Are you still using this softwa

re?"

The other side seemed to be silent for a long time, and sent a question:

"What's this... for?"

Zong He was surprised that even if this magical software was only used once, it would never be forgotten in a lifetime. The person on the other side was so calm.

Is it deliberately pretending not to remember?

While thinking about how to talk next, the other side sent another sentence: "It's b een too long, I can't remember."

Zong He reminded: "Writing."

Is he pretending?

Zong He looked at the dialog box on the screen and fell into doubt. If he thought a

bout it, if a stranger suddenly came to ask him about this software, he would probab

ly pretend to be confused.

Ten minutes passed, and there was a long silence on the opposite side.

"Oh...I remembered. I used it to write something before, but I uninstalled it too ear ly. You are asking me about this?"

Zong He saw that he could continue to chat, and seized the opportunity to ask: "T used it to write an article and I had a problem. I want to ask if you have encountered

a similar situation?"

The other party expressed surprise, "Wouldn't that be the end of the rewrite? Why i

s it so laborious."

Zong Heyi didn't know how to answer, he was an adult, I hope he didn't pretend to be confused.

"I've tried and can't rewrite it, this article is very important to me."

The other party: "Since the article is so important, why write it on this kind of soft ware?"

Seeing this reply, Zong He was a little dumbfounded. He didn't understand whethe r he was pretending to be stupid, or he really didn't know the secret that the content of the article affected reality.

His fingers quickly fluttered on the keyboard: "What did you write before? Why uni nstall it?"

Another ten minutes passed, and there was no news from the opposite side. Zong He felt anxious, reopened the writing interface of the software, and looked a t the big locked prompt on it, and his heart was not happy.

It was difficult to find a "similar", but he had no beginning or end. It was the early morning, and he was no longer sleepy.

In desperation, "Avocado" finally returned the message: "I was busy just now."

He sent a whole series of texts, "You're a little strange, why do you have to stick to this software? It's not easy to use at all. I used it for less than a week. At that time, I was busy with the postgraduate entrance examination. After the account was block ed, it was no longer available. written."

blocked?

The last words instantly aroused Zong He's alarm: "Why was it blocked? The probl em lies in the content?"

Could it be that... he wrote the plot of getting rich just like himself?

According to the logic of normal people, for something like Aladdin's lamp, most

people's first reaction is to get a fortune first.

Avocado: "I just wrote it casually at the time. When was under a lot of pressure d uring the postgraduate entrance examination, I wrote my wish to pass the exam to c heer myself up, and then I passed the exam."

Yes.

It is clear that the power of words is reflected in reality.

"Avocado" continued: "After the postgraduate entrance examination, I was in a go od mood. I just wanted to learn from others to write novels for fun. After all, I am als o a literary youth, and then I wrote a few thousand words and posted it on it."

Got it! Probably the content of the writing is not healthy, Zong He understands the feeling of self-exaltation too well.

Everyone is a man, and there are only so many things that interest you, "Did you w rite vulgar content?"

"I'm not that vulgar!"

The other party's tone was serious, "The big picture I wrote - save the world."

Zong He looked at the words "save the world" and was dumbfounded. He never e xpected that this brother seemed to be out of vulgar taste.

"At the time, I thought I could make a big fire, but the next day I found that my acc ount was blocked."

Sure enough, this is an extremely three-dimensional software.

Zong He asked him, "Are you sure it's blocked, not locked?"

The other party: "OK, I can't log in directly. I think it's very boring, so I uninstalled it."