Chapter 292

This pen is very light in his hand. Even the exaggerated metaphor of "as light as a feather" is not very accurate at this time. If it can not be really felt by touch, Zhou Ze even mistakenly thinks that what he holds is a mass of air.

The shadow seemed to start to wave, spinning and jumping back and forth around Zhou Ze

"Stop turning, dizzy."

The shadow ignored Zhou Ze's warning,

Even worse,

Jump over in a moment,

Jump out in a moment,

"I jumped out,

I jumped in again,

Hit me,

Stupid! "

Boss Zhou fuforehead,

It's certain that the goods in front of us are cheap,

But his tone and tone of voice are exactly the same as his own,

This feeling made boss Zhou feel as if he was being cheap in front of the mirror.

"So, here is the story, the world in the book?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"So, in your opinion, is the world a big cake?

The front of the big cake is Yangjian,

The back of the big cake with sesame is hell? " Asked the shadow.

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

"Ancient people believed that 'the sky was round and the place was absolutely right, so in the late Qing Dynasty, many rich officials and rich Weng killed themselves and bought foreigners' telescopes. Seeing the vastness of the universe, they directly collapsed their worldview and chose to commit suicide;

Bruno put forward the heliocentric theory and was sent to the stake as a heresy. "

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the world is not as simple as you think. Yin and yang are divided into two ways, but there are countless fork roads on these two roads. Because people are rarely seen, there are few people who know it and fewer people who dare to walk up.

The world is not a big cake,

It's not that everything that is divorced from reality is a fantasy.

Not everything that is not true is false;

Just like watching TV dramas before, the label in TV dramas is a truth except that 'good people' are 'bad people'.

No matter where or at what level, black or white is often only a small part, and gray is the majority. "

"Oh."

Zhou Ze nodded.

then,

Keep looking at the pen in your hand.

"Is this a pen for writing stories?"

"The so-called story in the book is nothing more than a fork in the road between yin and Yang, and this pen is the signpost to find that fork.

With the pen in your hand, you can naturally look for directions by looking at the road signs. Of course, with this pen, you can only find directions. Next time you want to come in, it's impossible. "

"Why?"

"Because this pen is a pen in the book, because of this story. This book is eunuch. It's a left over pen, but it's not a real pen. Can you understand what I mean?"

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"It means that the real pen is not here, but now you can rely on this fake pen to find your way out."

The shadow uttered a sigh,

"Don't dislike me for talking too much. I've been a little bored these years.

A few years ago, a woman with two babies came to play with me for a while,

But after that, they couldn't stand this kind of torture,

I can't think of it,

My mother committed suicide with two children. "

When the shadow said these words, it seemed a little lonely and regrettable, as if it was not a murderer.

Yes, of course,

Zhang Tianquan and his two children are indeed not killed by others, but poisoned. Moreover, from the perspective of external comments, Zhang Tianquan can die by himself. It is a great sin for you to die with two children. As a parent, you are not qualified to take the lives of your two children without authorization.

But put yourself in your shoes,

Boss Zhou has been confused by the stories in the villa,

How can ordinary people bear it?

Mother collapsed,

Those two children will only be worse,

Therefore, Zhang Tianquan simply took the poison with his two children, which is certainly wrong in jurisprudence and reason, but it is understandable in reason.

He was relieved. As a mother, it was impossible to leave the two children and continue to suffer in this virtual reality.

Finally, she cheated her husband and is still in prison.

"How to write?"

Boss Zhou hesitated and asked again.

The shadow smiled, "write a composition, will you?"

"Yes."

"Then write in that way. It's not asking you to publish books and biographies. Even, except for you and me, there is no fourth pair of eyes to see."

"Fourth pair?"

Wrong number?

"Nonsense, what happened when we were dizzy before you fast forward?

A zombie is tearing books while reading, and tearing them so fast and so fast! "

oh

Yingying is here, too.

"Is she outside?"

"She is also in the story."

Zhou Ze understood. He went to the tea table to find a magazine, spread it out and prepared to write.

Originally I wanted to find a blank book, but I couldn't find it in this villa.

Write,

But I didn't see the handwriting coming out.

"Out of oil?"

Zhou Ze said.

The shadow didn't speak, but just kept shaking beside it, like dancing with a certain rhythm.

"Hey, there's no oil." Zhou Ze shouted.

But the shadow continues to dance on its own.

Zhou Ze put down his pen and looked at him.

For a long time,

The shadow finally stopped,

"Look at me, beautiful?"

"........" Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze probably guessed what the shadow was. It should be similar to the black cat in the yin-yang book, belonging to the category of tool spirits.

But it is obvious that this shadow's IQ is much higher than that of the black cat. Because of his high IQ, he knows how to be cheap, so that he can cause people to want to smoke him.

"Write, keep writing." The shadow urged.

Before, it was outspoken and said everything, making a frank posture, but in fact, it was deliberately laying the groundwork for the meanness at this time.

Zhou Ze thought for a moment, picked up the pen and began to write on his palm.

There was a stabbing pain in the palm, like a needle, but the skin was not broken, and there was no blood flow. Even if Zhou Ze deliberately tried to stab the skin to a blood book, it still had no effect.

Word,

I still can't write it.

There is a problem with this, or the carrier of writing, there is a problem.

The shadow kept floating around and said, "in fact, there is another way, that is, wait slowly, wait for the time to pass, wait for the time to pass, and then you can go out."

"How long will it take?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Soon, maybe one or two."

"In this case, why can the mother return to reality and commit suicide with her child?"

"You don't see who wrote the story."

"Oh."

Zhou Ze stood up, walked to the wall and tried to write with a pen, but he still couldn't write.

And because it's light and heinous, it's impossible to "write" words forcibly by hard pressing down and sliding out traces.

Zhou Ze had done an experiment on his palm before, and it had no effect.

The pen is fake,

But it should be able to write,

The shadow should not deceive itself in this regard.

Since the pen can write but can't write now, according to the exclusion method, it should be the problem of the carrier.

It can only be written in a specific place.

For example,

Yin Yang book?

Zhou Ze thought of the black cover notebook given to the monkey in the bookstore.

But the problem comes again,

The probability of Yin-Yang book can be written,

But the yin-yang Book Zhou Ze cannot be opened,

Open it and go in,

Then write a fart?

Therefore, it makes no difference whether the yin-yang book is brought or not. Opening the yin-yang book by yourself in this environment is likely to enter the most embarrassing situation of "dream in dream, game in game". God knows the consequences.

Zhou Ze tried to write in many places, but he didn't write it.

In the end,

Zhou Ze sat back on the sofa.

The shadow continued to float, and comforted Zhou Ze, "what's wrong with staying here with me?"

"You are so narcissistic."

"If it weren't for the zombie who foolishly tore up our love and hatred with hundreds of thousands of words, everything would be fast forward. I believe the relationship between us would not be so flat.

It should be the relationship of loving and killing each other, sympathizing with each other, appreciating each other, etc,

For some things, you can look at the beginning, turn directly over and see the result,

But for some things, the most important thing is actually a process. If the process is gone, it will be meaningless. "

"So, can you change a voice and an image?" Zhou Ze suggested.

Look at your shadow, listen to your voice,

Zhou Ze really can't appreciate it.

"What do you like?" Asked the shadow.

"Change Wang Zuxian's way?"

"Unfortunately, in this book, I am your shadow." The shadow shrugged, "can't become the Wang Zuxian you like."

Zhou Ze reached into his pocket and took out a small notebook.

"Nowadays, not many people like to carry notebooks with them." The shadow leaned over and looked, and found that it was not a small notebook. "Is this a driver's license? Oh, no, no, it's... Ghost certificate?"

Zhou Ze opened his ID,

The grade point is 300 thousandths.

"Ghost certificate is useless." The shadow laughed.

Zhou Ze wrote,

The word came out,

It is a black font, which clearly appears on the blank page of the ghost certificate.

"......." shadow.

Zhou Ze smiled at the corners of his mouth,

Write:

"A door appeared in front of me. After the door was opened, the white Yingying came out."

then,

A door appeared in front of Zhou Ze,

"Bang!"

The door was kicked over,

"I'm scared to death,

Unexpectedly, a door suddenly appeared in front of me,

Which son of a bitch is joking with my mother! "

Bai Yingying came out in a domineering manner,

In his hand, he was still holding the book that he had torn very thin.

Then she saw Zhou Ze,

Seeing the pen in Zhou Ze's hand,

It seemed to understand something immediately,

Immediately reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes, stamped his feet,

Crying:

"Hum hum,

boss,

Yingying is really scared to death here,

Fortunately, you have the boss to save Yingying from hanging upside down,

Otherwise, Yingying really can't live,

Yingying is a weak woman after all“