自創小說的集合地

Shen Li bought a small potted plant at the flower market. The shop owner said this type of plant was easy to care for, didn't need frequent watering, and would live just by being left alone. She placed it on her desk and glanced at it every morning when she woke up. There wasn't much change. One day, she found a small fallen leaf next to the pot. She picked it up and threw it away. The next day, another leaf appeared in the exact same spot. Feeling strange, she dug into the soil of the pot and found a small piece of paper buried within. She dug it out. The paper had a name written on it. It wasn't her name. She searched online and discovered the name belonged to the previous tenant of her studio apartment. When she moved in, the landlord had mentioned the previous tenant had moved out but didn't elaborate. She put the paper back into the soil, pretending she hadn't seen it. The next day, the potted plant had grown taller by a segment. It had more leaves, and the color was deeper. She felt something was off, but couldn't pinpoint what. That night, she dreamed of a woman sitting at her desk, looking down at the potted plant, gently touching its leaves with her fingers. The woman looked up, smiled at her, and her lips silently formed the words: 'Thank you for watering me.' Shen Li woke up with a start and walked to her desk. The potted plant had grown taller again, now reaching her knees. The soil was damp, but she hadn't watered it at all for the past few days. She decided to move the potted plant to the balcony. As she moved it, she discovered a photo stuck to the bottom of the pot, half-covered by soil. She wiped it clean. The photo showed a woman happily holding a potted plant. The background was her own apartment. A date was written on the back of the photo, two years ago. And another line of text: 'If the day comes when I'm no longer here, please continue to care for it for me. It will remember me.' Shen Li froze, then turned to look at the balc

I began observing the activities of the groundhogs, even taking out the groundhog skeletons from the spatial dimension within my small fur ball and arranging them in various poses to study the changes as the bones were assembled. I would also frequently touch them with my hands, feeling the distribution and direction of the groundhogs' muscles. Perhaps because I had been on the path of culinary arts in my previous life, I found myself very compatible with the Butcher's Carving Technique, and learning and comprehending it was without any obstacles. After over a month of observing the groundhogs, just before the start of the new semester, I picked up the carving knife for the first time and made my move on the groundhog I had spent over a month with. "Thank you for your companionship and dedication over the past month. All I can do is let you become the first stone, the foundation for my success." Looking at the successfully dissected groundhog, I silently recited. Although we hadn't spent much time together, there was still some emotion, akin to the feeling of raising chickens and ducks in the countryside in my past life and then serving them on the table during holidays. After all, what country-born child doesn't have childhood friends? Returning to the city for a year of classes, and then going back to the countryside, meeting friends often meant seeing them on the dinner table. It was truly a bit sad, but not much. The most prominent feeling was... well, it was delicious. Yes, the first time using the Butcher's Carving Technique, I succeeded. Although it took a considerable amount of time, I managed to complete it through some fumbles. Of course, there were still many flaws, but the merits outweighed them. The main issue moving forward would be proficiency, which primarily requires more experience.

With that thought, I began to read the entire text of the Art of Slicing Oxen. It explained in detail where to start cutting the hide of an ox, how to turn and section it, so as to keep the entire hide intact. Then came the composition of the skeleton, and in what direction to cut the fascia at the joints effortlessly. The direction of the muscles, and even the paths of the blood vessels. And finally, how to use the free hand to lure and guide the ox into a posture suitable for slaughter and butchering. It described the entire process of slaughtering and butchering an ox, from hide to meat to bones, in great detail. The final sentence summarized everything with 'Practice makes perfect'. As for animals other than oxen, the text didn't elaborate, only leaving a single sentence: 'Understanding one thing leads to understanding a hundred.' So, besides my daily meditation and knife practice, I mainly observed the mole rats my dad brought back. I couldn't help it. I'm only 12, not yet 13, and besides, oxen aren't exactly gentle creatures these days. There were instances where, during beast tide attacks on several cities, hundreds of giant oxen, several meters tall, led the charge. Due to insufficient preparation at the time, the first charge of the ox herd directly caused the collapse of the gates and city walls. Although the beast tide was successfully repelled afterward, the city suffered an 80% casualty rate, mainly because the city walls failed to serve their purpose as a barrier. So asking a child like me to specifically observe an ox wasn't about getting familiar with it; it was a death wish. But since understanding one thing leads to understanding a hundred, it shouldn't make a difference if I start with the gentle mole rats.

On a habitable planet, sparse but neatly planned camps stand amidst lush greenery. As the roar and vibration of the shuttle traversing the atmosphere subsided, those inside finally met the gaze of the green and gray landscape through the slowly opening cabin window. The shuttle landed on a flat runway; countless similar craft were already waiting or preparing for takeoff. Humans, disembarking with varied attire and expressions, observed their surroundings with a mix of novelty and unfamiliarity. Within the spaceport, numerous 'prospective citizens' as bewildered as themselves headed towards designated buildings, with no clue what awaited them. "Citizens arriving at the registration desk, please follow the ground and guiding drone instructions to proceed to the administrative district for inspection and registration," the magnetic, mechanical male voice from the speaker echoed across the entire runway and tarmac. Subsequently, staff and rotary drones divided and guided the dense crowd, which gradually broke into black rectangular formations, entering the high-rise buildings reflecting the bright sunlight, based on proximity. Inside the building, several inspection lanes were lined up. Each time someone passed, the screen on the gate displayed their physiological and psychological status. "Lane A-II-17, anomaly." "Subject's psycho-physical response exceeds standard parameters." Several staff members, holding tools, immediately rushed to the lane. Under everyone's gaze, a subject was secured to a restraint and moved towards a small black door nearby. He struggled but quickly disappeared behind it. The other queuers watched silently. The green light turned on again. The line continued to move forward.

When Shen Li moved into her new apartment, the building manager handed her a mailbox key and said, "Your mailbox is number seven, at the end of the hall." She nodded and took it. A week after moving in, she hadn't received any mail. One day, on her way downstairs, she decided to check her mailbox. It was empty, except for a flyer. As she took it out to throw it away, she noticed something written on the back in red pen: "You've moved in. Good." She figured it was a prank by the previous tenant and didn't think much of it. The next day, she opened the mailbox again. There was an envelope inside. No stamp, no return address, just her name on it. She opened it. Inside was a photo. The photo showed her sleeping the night before, taken from the corner of her room. She was in her pajamas, lying on her side, the blanket pulled up to her shoulders. She froze and flipped the photo over. On the back, a line was written: "You kick off your covers when you sleep. You should stay warm." She immediately called the police. The officers came and inspected the mailbox, saying the lock showed no signs of tampering and that someone might have slipped it in while she was out. They suggested she install a security camera. She installed a camera, pointing it at the mailbox. The next day, she opened the mailbox. There was another letter. This time, it was a screenshot from a video. It showed her standing in front of the mailbox, looking down at the letter. The photo was taken from behind her. She rushed home to check the security camera footage. The video showed her standing in front of the mailbox, looking down at the letter. But there was no one behind her. She zoomed in, frame by frame. As she looked down, a hand emerged from the wall at the edge of the frame, its fingers long, gently touching her shoulder.

It can only condense water. This condensation doesn't gather existing water, but rather transforms spiritual energy into water, creating something from nothing. Moreover, the condensed water is rich in spiritual energy, containing a more concentrated amount than external water. And because of the Water Spirit Pearl's existence, the space within my body is filled with shimmering, water-blue light spots. On a side note, ever since I took the Water Spirit Pearl from the Night Spot Lake, no light spots have appeared since. It already drew attention that night, and subsequently, many people tried to find the reason by going underwater, but all were without success. As for Shen Wansan's tomb, because it's in an extremely deep location, it could only be reached with the help of the Water Spirit Pearl without special diving tools. Therefore, it wasn't discovered. After returning home, I would take the opportunity when my parents were away to study the 'Butcher's Art of Dissecting an Ox' technique. Combining it with the various knife skills I learned in my past life, I realized that the 'Butcher's Art of Dissecting an Ox' has indeed reached the extreme in certain aspects. At its highest level, it can, in the instant it passes by, cleanly separate a living creature into its skeleton and flesh. And according to the records, in his prime, Butcher once dissected a live ox without spilling a drop of blood on the ground. The blood was still flowing in the veins, and the heart was still beating. The ox might not have even realized it was dead; its hide, flesh, internal organs, and skeleton were already sorted and piled separately. Although none of his successors through the generations could achieve this, it seems they all firmly believed in it at the time. If the records are true, then Butcher in his prime had reached a level close to the Dao, which is higher and more profound than the currently established combat skill tiers. I also look forward to reaching such a state, but the road is long.

"You want more mole rats?" Dad asked, confused. I never seemed to like rats that much before? But that didn't stop him from having Er Gouzi find more mole rats for me. After some practice, I put them into Little Furball's internal space, planning to check the situation later that night. A few days later, we returned home. Over these past few days, I'd come to understand the issue with Little Furball's internal space. When I put whole mole rats into the space for Little Furball to digest, the remaining skeletons could all move. They were controlled by Little Furball and could accept its commands. It's a bit like the necromancers from those transmigration novels. However, if they were dismembered before being put in and then digested, they couldn't be controlled or move. Also, once the mobile skeletons left the internal space, they would revert to ordinary skeletons. Even if put back into the internal space, they wouldn't be able to move. After the mobile skeletons reactivated, they would continue their former habits and instincts. For example, mole rats would repeatedly dig in the internal space, which lacked soil, and maintain a vigilant posture. In other words, Little Furball is a somewhat 'nerfed' version of a necromancer. Additionally, the Water Spirit Pearl can continuously absorb spiritual energy within the internal space. After my attempts, I found that I can control the Water Spirit Pearl with my mind. However, currently, it can only disperse water or remove moisture within a certain range. It doesn't grant me the ability to walk back to shore from underwater without getting wet.

The building where Shen Jing lived had two elevators, one old and one new. The old one often malfunctioned, so he was used to taking the new one. One morning, rushing for work, the new elevator was stuck on the top floor and wouldn't come down. Impatient, he pressed the button for the old elevator. The door opened. The interior was dimly lit, the floor covered with an old carpet, and it smelled musty. He stepped inside and pressed the button for the first floor. The elevator went down and stopped at the third floor. The door opened, but there was no one outside. He pressed the close door button, and the door shut, continuing downwards. It stopped again at the second floor. Still no one. He felt something was wrong and repeatedly pressed the close door button. The door closed and this time went straight to the first floor. The door opened, and he stepped out. He looked back at the old elevator. A person stood inside, their back to him, wearing a gray jacket. He froze. There was no one there just moments ago. The next day, he took the new elevator. But the old elevator's door opened by itself. There was no one inside, but every floor button on the panel was lit up. As if someone had pressed all the floors at once. He hesitated to get in and took the stairs down. For the next few days, the old elevator's door would often open by itself. Sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes when he was walking down the hallway. It was always empty inside, but the button panel was perpetually lit. One day, he worked overtime until very late. When he got home, both elevators were stopped at the top floor. Not wanting to wait, he stepped into the old elevator and pressed the fifth-floor button. The elevator went up and stopped at the second floor. The door opened, but the hallway lights were out, plunging it into darkness. He pressed the close door button, but the door didn't move. A voice came from the darkness, very softly: "You pressed the fifth floor, but this elevator only goes up to the fourth." Shen Jing froze.

Looking at the shape and size of the skeleton, I remembered. It was a mole rat! The one I killed, put entirely into Little Furball's internal space, and had it digest. So I started communicating with Little Furball and found out that for some reason, after absorbing the mole rat's flesh and blood, it suddenly realized it could control this skeleton and even retain its abilities from when it was alive. I tried to move the mole rat's skeleton out of the space, but it wouldn't budge, completely losing its mobility. Even after putting it back into the space, it still couldn't move. Is there some rule I haven't noticed? As the seniors said, Little Furball's internal space is indeed unusual, with a lot of room for exploration. This discovery made it impossible for me to meditate calmly, so I decided to just sleep. I'll relax today. Although my dreams were still chaotic. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. Dad didn't call me, just let me sleep like that, honestly... Turning my head, I still saw Dad and several other uncles fishing. Their contracted beasts were by their children's sides, guarding and accompanying them during training. Only my family's husky was frolicking in the water. I don't know what the other uncles think. With that kind of playful behavior, who could catch any fish. I went to my dad and asked him to give me more mole rats as training targets. Actually, I wanted to test Little Furball's space issue, but of course, I couldn't say that, as I hadn't figured it out myself yet.

Returning to the tent, I intended to meditate, but due to the series of events that just transpired, I couldn't calm my mind and was unable to enter a meditative state. I had no choice but to take stock of my recent gains. First were the Butcher's Knife Technique, the Butcher's Knife and its sheath, and finally, the Water Spirit Pearl. Upon seeing the Water Spirit Pearl, I suddenly realized that within Little Furball's space, the Water Spirit Pearl could absorb spiritual energy. This phenomenon caught my attention. After careful observation, I discovered that the source of the spiritual energy absorbed by the Water Spirit Pearl was not Little Furball, but rather from outside the barrier enveloping the space. This made me curious: as Little Furball expands its space by absorbing flesh and blood, causing the barrier to enlarge proportionally, what lies beyond that barrier? However, this is not a bad thing. At least it guarantees that Little Furball's internal space contains spiritual energy, and Little Furball doesn't need to provide it. But there's also bad news. That is, I cannot speed up my meditation and cultivation by absorbing spiritual energy from Little Furball's internal space. As I was lost in thought, a commotion nearby interrupted my musings. I turned my head and saw a skeleton. Yes, you read that right, a skeleton, a skeleton that could move on its own. I was so shocked that I froze. In my life... or rather, in both my lives, this was the first time I had ever seen a skeleton moving on its own. After observing for a while, I realized it hadn't detected my presence. After all, I can only observe its internal space through the soul link with Little Furball; my main body cannot enter it.