I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

22:32, Jiefang Street.

Emergency relief tents have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, appearing in several waves already.

The once bustling commercial street is now littered with shattered glass. The shards are spread thickly on the ground, and when you step on them with military boots or sneakers, they make a crunching sound, as if you were walking on frozen snow.

A number of plane trees on both sides of the street have fallen.

Bullet casings, severed insect corpses, trampled orchids, and goods scattered everywhere were everywhere.

Jiefang Street is a popular commercial area in Wuhan. At this time of year, the neon signs along the street are usually brightly lit.

Now, most of those signs are broken. On the huge GG screen, the jewelry that the male star wore on his chest was cut off, and the lower half of the screen was black, with a "buzzing" electrical current.

The entire floor-to-ceiling window of a leather goods store was shattered.

Handbags, scarves, perfumes... all sorts of luxury goods in shop windows were blown onto the street by the blast wave.

The corpse of an orchid mantis lay among the bags, resembling an installation art piece.

Its abdomen was still throbbing slightly, as if it wasn't quite dead.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

A soldier walked over with a gun and shot it in the head.

The mantis's head immediately burst open like a ripe melon, splattering juice onto the luxury goods scattered all over the ground.

The soldier, expressionless, turned his gun towards the next moving target.

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"There's another one here! At seven o'clock!" someone shouted.

"Make way, make way, I'll handle this."

"There are wounded here who need treatment. A medic, please!"

"Do you have any healing items?"

"Okay! Be careful of this stuff's fluids! Don't get them on you!"

Medical personnel weaved through the ruins, most of them wearing dark blue first aid suits with the Special Investigations Bureau's silver insignia on their sleeves.

Those with minor injuries were taken to the roadside for triage.

Those with more serious injuries were carried away on stretchers and sent to the nearest hospital.

As for the egg cases that grow from the mantis's body fluids—

Those egg cases looked like orchid seedlings, with slender branches and leaves, and pinkish-white flower buds waiting to bloom in the center of the leaves.

People in white protective suits are cleaning up the plants. They are using special metal clamps to pick up the orchid seedlings one by one by the roots and put them into transparent isolation boxes.

A red warning label was affixed to the isolation box, which read "High-risk organism, do not touch".

"Be careful, put these egg cases in too. Don't press them down, or they'll burst."

"Two more!"

"Over here! Over here! Spray the refrigerant first!"

In the distance, a group of people carrying sprayers were spraying water at the entrance of a shop.

The white fog settled, and a thin layer of frost quickly formed on the ground.

A dozen or so newly hatched mantises crawled out from the corner, but before they could even spread their wings, they froze to death.

A praying mantis fell from the GG sign and landed right on the shoulder of a team member in protective gear. The team member didn't panic; he swung his knife and chopped off the mantis's head.

The insect's head rolled on the ground, its tentacles still moving.

The man immediately kicked it into the isolation box.

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"Clatter."

A drop of mantis blood fell from the GG sign above his head. Song Mo opened the small floral umbrella and slowly raised his head.

The Special Investigations Bureau responded even faster than she had anticipated.

The mantises launched an attack at 9:30, the battle ended at 10:00, and the cleanup of the battlefield began at 10:30.

It was as if they had rehearsed it many times.

But this lunar anomaly was something even Song Mo hadn't anticipated.

A player happened to bring out the Orchid Mantis from the dungeon.

Just then, she was repairing her acupoints, the moon blinked, and the mantis underwent a strange transformation.

Just then, a large number of copies related to "gods" appeared around the world.

Could these be coincidences?

Or is it that her activation of acupoints is closely related to the dungeon?

The works featured this time include "The Moon Palace," "The End of the Fairy Tale," "The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons in the Warring States Period," "Merlin," "The Priest of the Temple of Poseidon," and "The Garden of Cornunos."

They were all copies she generated herself; she did not create or write anything.

And most importantly, these instances are all related to [gods] to some extent.

For example, in many myths, the Moon Palace has always been a metaphor for "Taiyin" (the moon).

King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table from Merlin are enduring legends in the region.

Even now, people are still creating related animations.

The concept of "sea god" exists all over the world, but when it appears alone in Greece, it should refer to only one person.

As for "The Garden of Cornunus", the word "Cornunos" comes from the ancient Roman Celtic word meaning "horned one".

This deity was often depicted by the Celts as a robust male god with a deer's head and a human body or with stag antlers.

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"So, is it possible that the more acupoints I repair, the more copies will appear on their own?"

Song Mo, holding an umbrella, unconsciously touched his chin:

"If these copies are really as I think, could there really be living...gods inside?"

God.

This realization immediately sent chills down her spine and filled her with a strong sense of crisis.

There may be uncontrollable, unknown factors that could kill her.

—We must level up the players as soon as possible and send them into those dungeons to take a look.

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"that--"

Someone behind her spoke, interrupting Song Mo's thoughts. She turned around, holding her umbrella, and saw Yang Asha, who was covered in dust and dirt.

She was deeply impressed by this girl; she was one of the few people with a prestigious career.

When Yang Asha saw Song Mo's gaze fall on her, her face flushed red.

She tiptoed forward two steps like a small animal, then quickly stopped.

"Thank you for saving me."

She spoke a little shyly, "You guys are players too, right? My name is Yang Asha, but my friends call me Shasha. I'm actually quite skilled; my class is a swordsman. What happened just now was an accident..."

She became increasingly hesitant as she spoke, and her ears turned bright red.

"I know you."

Song Mo smiled slightly:

"I am a [spirit medium], and these two are my teammates, Ayan and Azhu."

Ayan was squatting in front of a praying mantis that wasn't quite dead yet. She snapped off the insect's claw-like legs with a "snap," twirled them in her hand, and then swiftly shoved them back into its head.

The entire set of movements was fluid and graceful, carrying a kind of innocent ferocity.

Azhu stood on the other side, maintaining a safe distance.

"Huh? Am I that famous?"

Yang Asha felt a little smug and asked, pursing her lips, "Then, are your eyes injured?"

"I got injured in the dungeon."

Song Mo's tone remained calm, but Yang Asha's eyes held a hint of concern:

"I know a really amazing healing-type player, seriously. If you need, I can help you get in touch with her."

"Thank you, but I don't need it right now."

Song Mo saw the girl's good intentions and politely declined:

"We just left the previous instance and were planning to go to the registration hall to register our player identities, but then this happened."

"That's perfect! Players earn points for participating in public safety emergency rescues. You killed so many giant bugs, you must have a lot of points!"

Yang Asha's attention was indeed diverted:

"What happened tonight was too sudden; no one expected the moon to go crazy."

She spoke as if she couldn't stop once she started:

"I just received news that these mantises came out of the dungeon. You should also be able to see them on the Lingjing APP. Several cities have experienced incidents."

Several cities, including Jiangcheng, Nanhe, Shanghai, and Tianshui, were attacked by swarms of mantises.

The exact number of casualties and losses are still being tallied, but I've heard that the player who brought the mantis out of the dungeon has been identified, and they'll probably be caught soon.

Song Mo listened attentively, his expression remaining impassive: "Do you have the specific number of escaped copy creatures?"

Yang Asha paused for a moment, then shook her head:

"I don't know either, I'm new to the operations team. But some veteran players in our team say this is the first time something like this has happened."

For the first time, harmful duplicate creatures have appeared in a regular city, and in such large numbers.

After daybreak, the Special Investigation Bureau may have to issue an emergency notice that all items dropped from dungeons will be subject to mandatory purification.

The matter remains unresolved at the end of the Song Dynasty.

She looked up at the sky; the night was churning, and the clouds had covered the moon again, as if everything had returned to normal.

But who knows if there will be a next time.