This pen was very light in his hand. Even the exaggerated metaphor of "as light as a feather" was not very accurate at this time. If he could not really touch it and feel it, Zhou Ze would have even mistakenly thought that he was holding a mass of air.
The shadow seemed to have started to wave. It kept spinning and jumping around Zhou Ze..
"Stop spinning. I'm dizzy."
The shadow ignored Zhou Ze's warning,
It even became even worse,
One moment it jumped over,
Another moment it jumped out,
"I jumped out,
I jumped in again,
Come and hit me,
Idiot! "
Boss Zhou rubbed his forehead,
It was certain that this guy in front of him was being cheap,
But his tone and voice were exactly the same as his,
This feeling made boss Zhou feel as if he was being cheap in front of a mirror.
"So, this is a story, a world in a book?"
Zhou Ze asked.
"So, in your opinion, this world is a big pancake?
The front of the big pancake is the world of the living,
The back of the big pancake with sesame is the world of the dead? "The shadow asked.
Zhou Ze did not answer.
"The ancient people believed that 'the sky is round and the earth is square' was absolutely correct, so in the late Qing Dynasty, many rich officials and rich men courted death and bought the astronomical telescope of foreigners. When they saw the vastness of the universe, their worldview collapsed and they chose to commit suicide
Bruno proposed the heliocentric theory and was sent to the stake as a heretic. "
"What do you mean?"
"It means that this world is not as simple as you think. Yin and Yang are divided into two paths, but there are countless forks in these two paths. Because there are few people, not many people know about it, and even fewer people dare to walk on it.
This world is not a big pancake,
It is not to say that everything that is separated from reality is an illusion.
It is not that everything that is not real is fake
It is just like watching TV dramas in the past. Other than 'good people', the labels in TV dramas are 'bad people'.
"No matter where, no matter what level, black and white are often only a small part. Gray is the majority."
"Oh."
Zhou ze nodded.
Then..,
He continued to look at the pen in his hand.
"Is this a pen for writing stories?"
"The so-called story in the book is nothing more than a fork in the road of yin and yang, and this pen is the road sign to find that fork.
With the pen in your hand, you can naturally find your way by looking at the road signs. Of course, with this pen, you can only find a direction. Next time you want to come in, it will be impossible. "
"Why?"
"Because this pen is a pen from the book. It's because the story and the book were left unfinished. But it's not a real pen. Do you understand what I mean?"
Zhou ze shook his head.
"It means that the real pen is not here, but you can use this fake pen to find your way out."
The shadow let out a sigh.
"Don't look down on me for talking too much. I've been a little too bored these past few years.
A few years ago, a woman came to play with me for a while with her two children.
But after that, they couldn't stand the torture of not being able to distinguish between reality and illusion.
He couldn't get over it.
Mother committed suicide with the two children. "
When the shadow said these words, it seemed a little lonely and regretful, as if it was not the murderer.
Of course.
Zhang Tianquan and his two children were indeed not killed by him, but by taking poison. Moreover, in the eyes of the outside world, it was fine for Zhang Tianquan to die, but it was a great sin for him to die with his two children. As a parent, he did not have the right to arbitrarily deprive his two children of their lives.
But if you put yourself in his shoes,
Boss Zhou was confused by the story in this villa.
If it was an ordinary person, how could they bear it?
The mother collapsed.
The two children would only be worse off.
Therefore, Zhang Tianquan simply took the poison with his two children. It was definitely wrong in terms of law and reason, but it was understandable in terms of reason.
She was free. As a mother, she could not leave the two children to continue to suffer in this false reality.
In the end, she tricked her husband and was still locked up in prison.
"How should I write it?"
Boss Zhou hesitated and asked.
The shadow smiled. "You know how to write a composition, right?"
"Yes."
"Then write it that way. It's not like I'm asking you to publish a book or write a biography. In fact, other than you and me, there's no fourth pair of eyes that can see it."
"Fourth pair?"
Did he count wrong?
"Nonsense. What do you think happened when we fast-forwarded so fast that we were dizzy?
There's a zombie that's reading a book and tearing it apart at the same time. And it's tearing it apart so fast and so fast! "
Oh.
Yingying is here too.
"Is she outside?"
"She's also in the story."
Zhou Ze understood. He first went to the coffee table and found a magazine. He spread it out and prepared to write.
Originally, he wanted to find a blank notebook, but he couldn't find it in this villa.
He began to write.
But he didn't see any words.
"Out of gas?"
Zhou Ze said.
The shadow didn't say anything. It just kept swaying at the side, as if it was dancing awkwardly to a certain rhythm.
"Hey, out of gas," Zhou Ze shouted.
But the shadow continued to dance.
Zhou Ze put down his pen and looked at him.
After dancing for a long time.
The shadow finally stopped.
"Look at me. Am I beautiful?"
"..." Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze roughly guessed what the shadow was. It should be similar to the black cat in the yin-yang book. It belonged to the category of artifact spirits.
However, it was obvious that this shadow had a much higher IQ than the black cat. Because of its high IQ, it knew how to be cheap, and it could make people want to beat it up.
"Keep writing, keep writing," the black shadow urged.
Previously, it had been blunt and said everything, putting on a magnanimous posture. But in fact, it was deliberately laying the groundwork for this moment of despicable behavior.
Zhou Ze thought for a while, picked up the pen, and began to write on his palm.
There was a sharp pain in his palm, as if he was being pricked by a needle. However, his skin did not break, and no blood flowed out. Even if Zhou Ze deliberately tried to pierce his skin and write a blood letter, it was still useless.
Words.
He still couldn't write.
There was a problem with the pen. Or perhaps, there was a problem with the carrier of writing.
The shadow kept floating around and said, "Actually, there's another way. That's to wait slowly. Wait for the time to pass, wait for the time to pass, and then you'll be able to leave."
"How long will it take?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Very soon. Maybe one sixty-year cycle, maybe two sixty-year cycles."
"If that's the case, why did that mother return to reality and commit suicide with her child?"
"Why don't you see who wrote the story?"
"Oh."
Zhou Ze stood up and walked to the wall. He tried to write with a pen, but he still couldn't write.
Moreover, because it was light, so light that it made one's hair stand on end, it was impossible to forcefully "Write" words by pressing down and sliding.
Zhou Ze had tried it on his palm before, but it had no effect.
The pen was fake.
But it should be able to write.
The shadow shouldn't have lied to him in this regard.
Since the pen could write, but it couldn't write now. According to the elimination method, it should be a problem with the carrier.
It could only be written in a specific place.
For example,
The yin-yang book?
Zhou Ze thought of the black-covered notebook that he had given to Monkey in the bookstore.
But there was another problem.
The yin-yang book could probably be written.
However, Zhou Ze couldn't open the yin-yang book.
If he opened it, he would enter.
Then what was the point of writing?
Therefore, it didn't make a difference whether he brought the yin-yang book or not. If he opened the yin-yang book in this environment, it was very likely that he would enter the most awkward situation of "Dream in a dream" and "Game in a game". God knew what the consequences would be.
Zhou Ze tried to write in many other places, but he couldn't write anything.
In the end.
Zhou Ze sat back on the sofa.
The shadow continued to float. At the same time, it comforted Zhou Ze, "What's wrong with staying here with me?"
"You're so narcissistic."
"If it weren't for that zombie foolishly tearing apart our love and hate that could be used in hundreds of thousands of words and fast-forwarding everything, I believe that the relationship between the two of us wouldn't be so plain.
It should be a relationship of love and hate, mutual appreciation, mutual appreciation, and so on.
Some things can be seen from the beginning and then seen from the end.
But some things are actually the most important thing is the process. If the process is gone, it's meaningless. "
"So, can you change your voice and appearance?" Zhou Ze suggested.
Looking at his own shadow and listening to his own voice.
Zhou Ze really couldn't appreciate it.
"What do you like?" The shadow asked.
"Change to the Wang Zuxian way?"
"It's a pity that in this book, I'm your shadow." The shadow shrugged. "I can't become the Wang Zuxian you like."
Zhou Ze reached into his pocket and took out a small notebook.
"These days, there aren't many people who like to carry a notebook with them." The shadow came over to take a look and realized that it wasn't a small notebook. "This is a driver's license?
Oh, no, that's not right. It's... a ghost certificate? "
Zhou Ze spread out his ID.
His GPA showed 300 parts per thousand.
"It's useless even if you have a ghost certificate," the shadow said with a smile.
Zhou Ze put down his pen.
The words came out.
They were black words that clearly appeared on the blank page of the ghost certificate.
"..." the shadow.
A smile appeared on Zhou Ze's lips.
He wrote:
"A door appeared in front of me. After the door was opened, Bai Yingying walked out."
Then …
A door appeared in front of Zhou Ze.
"Bang!"
The door was kicked over.
"You scared me to death.
A door suddenly appeared in front of me.
Which son of a b * tch is playing a prank on me?! "
Bai Yingying appeared in a domineering manner.
In her hand, she was still holding the book that had been torn very thin by herself.
Then, she saw Zhou Ze.
She saw the pen in Zhou Ze's hand.
She immediately seemed to understand something.
She wiped the corners of her eyes and stomped her feet.
She cried.
"Sob sob sob …
Boss …
This place really scared Yingying to death.
Fortunately, Boss, you came to my rescue and saved Yingying.
Otherwise, Yingying wouldn't have been able to live.