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Books by 秋香在新疆
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My World Needs Antivirus 我的世界需要杀毒
Lin Jue is a textbook "corporate drone." His motto in life is, "If you can sit, never stand; if you can lie down, never sit." He thought his life would be an endless cycle of 996 workdays and KPIs until retirement. That was until the day he dropped his toast on the floor ten times in a row, and every time, it landed jam-side down. Right after that, a pink octopus with a passion for philosophical discussions crawled out of his toilet. A translucent interface resembling an old-fashioned computer o
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The Last Shard of Memory 最后一片记忆碎片
In 2077, in Xinhai City, memories are no longer private property. They can be extracted, edited, and traded. Gu Chuan makes a living as a “memory organizer,” sorting through and deleting other people’s painful memories. He spends his days slacking off, complaining, and counting his money. His motto is: no matter how fascinating someone else’s memories are, nothing beats a nap of my own. Then a seemingly simple request to “delete an embarrassing memory” drags him into a bottomless whirlpool. Deep
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The Ace Screenwriter and the End of the Universe 王牌编剧与宇宙尽头
Lin Jue is a third-rate screenwriter who makes a living churning out tearjerking “poisonous chicken soup” short-video scripts. His life's work is knowing exactly how to manufacture and sell fake emotions. After years of monotonous assembly-line work, he's used up every genuine feeling he ever had and become an emotional “insulator.” He thought his life was just a half-written script destined to end badly, until an unprecedented “joy leak” broke out in his office building. Everyone in the company
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Don't Touch That Anomaly 别动那个异常
Lin Jue, a young man devoted to elevating “living off others and waiting to die” into an art form, accidentally became an “anomaly cleanup specialist,” otherwise known as a temp worker who patches up the world. His duties include, but aren’t limited to, persuading a banyan tree not to run away from home, counseling a building with “social anxiety,” and twisting all the streetlights on an entire road back upright after they’ve turned upside down. He takes jobs through an app called World Patch. T
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The Final Decree 最终敕令
In the neon metropolis of Donghai City in 2077, words are both power and disaster. The Containment Failure Management Bureau is a mysterious organization devoted to teaching all its Wordcasters to “learn to keep their mouths shut.” It is the last... well, more or less the last line of defense protecting world peace. Xu Yan, code-named “Repeat,” is a low-level field agent who only wants to clock out on time and grow an electronic cactus at the office. His Wordcraft ability is considered the most
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The Laws of Fortune Trading 气运交易法则
What he has isn’t the money to rival a nation. It’s his finely honed survival skills as a walking disaster, and a big heart that says, “Well, it can’t get any worse.” “Don’t talk to me about fate,” Lin Jue said, dodging a flowerpot falling from the sky as he expertly put a safety on the misfortune core in his hand. “I decide what happens to me... probably.” In an age when luck could be bought and sold and good fortune could be topped up, Lin Jue was an officially certified top-tier jinx. He work
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Don't Touch My Happiness 别碰我的快乐
In New Hais, where anyone can buy and sell happiness, Lin Jue works as a professional “emotion scavenger.” Every day, he collects other people’s leftovers: expired, low-grade feelings that amount to “emotional slop.” He thought he’d keep at this numbingly dull job until retirement, until one day he fished a mysterious psychic crystal out of a heap of scrap. No instrument could analyze it. The crystal is like a black hole, swallowing every definition, and like a key about to unlock Pandora’s box.
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The Cyborg Doesn't Laugh at Dad Jokes 赛博格不笑冷笑话
In 2254, New Chang'an is a city where every joy, sorrow, anger, and delight can be packaged into crystals and displayed on shelves with a price tag. Ling Xiao was a promising investigator with the Bureau of Emotional Stability until an accident involving a "happiness bomb" wrecked his sense of humor. He became a private detective incapable of understanding jokes. He can analyze the logic behind a punchline with pinpoint accuracy, yet feels not the slightest bit of happiness. When the city's grea
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The Man Who Sold Sadness 贩卖悲伤的男人
In Xinhai City in 2077, happiness can be bought and sadness can be sold. The HeartSense Group has fully commercialized human emotions, turning them into rows of cold “mood capsules.” Lin Jue is a notorious emotional debt collector whose job is to squeeze the last traces of feeling from the “emotionally destitute.” Sharp-tongued and lazy, he calls the high-tech emotion extractor a “soul vacuum” and is convinced he has become immune to everything, with a heart as still as dead water. Then, during
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Emotion Inspector 情绪监察官
In the 23rd century megacity of New Babylon, emotions have become commodities with fixed price tags. You can buy happiness, sell sorrow, and subscribe to love as a luxury service. Lin Mo is the top “emotional mediator” at Mind Matrix Corporation. His daily work involves handling emotional bad debts, repossessing expired happiness, and updating the “firmware” in other people’s marriages. Cynical and calculating, he believes every emotion can be quantified, until he encounters a counterfeit happin
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The Seasoner Beneath the Mindscape 心景之下的调味师
In an era when “happiness” can be bought and sold, Heartscape Inc. lights up the world with golden “Joy” crystals, while defining “sorrow” and “fear” as garbage to be eliminated. Gu Xiaofan, a third-rate restaurant owner tucked away in the city’s grimy alleys, believes every emotion is a unique, top-grade ingredient. When a heartbroken girl hands him a cracked “Love Crystal,” he uses a pinch of “Regret” salt and three drops of “Nostalgia” oil to cook a soul-warming soup called “Acceptance.” When
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Cyber Kyoto: A Record of Melancholy 赛博京都忧郁录
In New Kyoto in 2077, good moods are mandatory, and bad moods are punishable by fines. As a proud “emotional sanitation worker” (officially certified, with truly moving benefits), my job is to clean up the mind-melting “emotional trash” that rich people accidentally leak. My name is Lin Ye, and I pay my bills by cleaning up other people’s sadness, anger, and fear. I thought my life would keep muddling along between sticky “despair” and searing “rage,” until one day, I cleaned a drop of pure-gold
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The One Who Sells the Stars 贩卖星辰的家伙
In a world where inspiration can be bottled and good luck rented by the day, I, Lin Jue, am a third-rate “concept broker.” My daily work involves extracting “seven-minutes-done sadness” from my clients’ brains, then selling them “discount courage.” I thought I’d just keep muddling through life with these absurd, boring deals, until I took on a small job: trade a “viral hit idea” for a struggling musician’s “perfect pitch.” I never expected this seemingly ordinary deal to explode like a nuclear b
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Handbook for Handling Anomalous Affairs 异常事务处理手册
Lin Zhou always thought joining the National Administration of Anomalous Affairs meant passing the civil service exam and landing a secure government job. The work was nothing more than dealing with sofas that moved on their own, toilets that loved singing rap, or donuts with minor space-time distortion effects. His motto in life was: If I slack off fast enough, danger can’t catch me. Faced with an S-class containment object, his first thought was, “What a pain to write the report.” Faced with a
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The Tea Room at the End of Time 时空尽头的茶水间
Lin Jue's lifelong dream is to be the most inconspicuous cog in the Bureau of Temporal Order: clock in on time every day, leave at quitting time, and leisurely slack off on the brink of the universe's collapse. As a "bug fixer," his job is to deal with the "minor glitches in reality" that would make Newton turn in his grave and Einstein nod in approval. For example, fixing an oven that endlessly duplicates spaghetti, or persuading a banyan tree growing on the ceiling, convinced it's a chandelier
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Psychic Power Out of Control: The Report 灵能失控报告
As the ace of the National Bureau of Anomalous Affairs and Strategic Support, Shen Zhuo has only one rule for life: clock out on time and never work overtime. Dealing with talking manhole covers, comforting a dream-eating tapir with social anxiety, mediating neighborhood disputes between centaurs and unicorns... That’s the whole job, until the world’s psychic systems begin to collapse. Rifts spiral out of control, S-rank anomalies go “streaking” down the streets, and even the steamed buns in hea
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Records of Anomaly Containment 异常收容实录
In this orderly city of the future, clock repairman Gu Chuan wants nothing more than to look after his little shop and spend the rest of his life among the ticking, clattering relics of bygone days. But one unexpected “repair” leads him to “mend” a crack in reality, revealing his rare talent as a “Resonator.” The cold, rigid Bureau of Worldline Stability and Anomaly Response comes looking for him, forcibly dragging him from his ordinary life into a bizarre world of anomalies. From a desk lamp t
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