Chapter 296

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

The shadow seems to be starting to wave up. It keeps rotating and jumping around Zhou Ze

"Don't turn, faint."

But the shadow ignored Zhou Ze's warning,

and even intensified,

jumped over in a moment,

jumped out in a moment,

"I jumped out,

I jumped in again,

hit me,

fool!"

boss as like as two peas,

is sure that the goods are cheap at the moment, but

has the same tone and voice as he does.

feels that Zhou boss feels as if he is 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 pancake is the sunny side, and the back of the pancake with sesame seeds is the cloudy side Asked the shadow.

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

"Ancient people thought that" the sky is round and the place "is absolutely right, so in the late Qing Dynasty, many rich officials and rich Weng bought the astronomical telescope of the foreigners by themselves, saw the vastness of the universe, and chose to commit suicide in the collapse of the world view directly;

Bruno put forward the heliocentric theory, which was sent to the fire rack as heresy."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the world is not as simple as you think. There are two ways of yin and Yang, but there are countless roads on the two sides of the road. Because of the lack of people, there are not many people who know about it and fewer dare to go up.

This world is not a big pie,

not that all things that are out of reality are illusions.

Not all things that are not true are false;

it is like watching TV series before, except that "good people" is "bad people".

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

"Oh."

Zhou Ze nodded.

Then,

continues to look at the pen in his hand.

"Is this a story writing pen?"

"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 signpost to find that fork.

If the pen is in your hand, you can naturally look at the signpost for directions. Of course, you can only find a direction for this pen. Next time you want to come in, it's impossible. "

"Why?"

"Because this pen is the pen in the book, because this story is left behind by the eunuch, 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 you can find your way out by this fake pen now."

The shadow sighed,

"don't despise me for talking too much. These years, I'm a bit bored.

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

but after that, they couldn't stand this kind of torture. They couldn't think about it, and

mother committed suicide together with her two children. "

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

Of course,

Zhang Tianquan and his two children are not killed by others, but poisoned. In the eyes of the outside world, Zhang Tianquan can die by himself. It's a big crime to die with his two children. As a parent, you are not entitled to take the life of your two children for granted.

But put yourself in the situation and think about it.

boss Zhou is all made up of meat and vegetables by the story in this villa. How can he bear it if he changes to an ordinary person?

When the mother collapsed, the two children would only be more miserable.

so Zhang Tianquan simply took his two children to take the drug together, which was certainly wrong in legal theory and principle, but could understand in reason.

I'm free. As a mother, I can't leave my two children and continue to suffer in this virtual reality.

She ended up with her husband, who is still in prison.

"How to write it?"

Boss Zhou hesitated and asked again.

Black shadow smiled, "write composition, will you?"

"Yes."

"Then write in that way, not to ask you to write a book and write a biography. Even there is no fourth pair of eyes to see except for you and me."

"Fourth pair?"Wrong number?

"Nonsense, what's the matter with you when we were going to be dizzy in advance?

There's a zombie who is tearing the book while reading on the ground. It's tearing so fast, so fast! "

Oh,

here comes the warbler.

"Is she outside?"

"She's in the story, too."

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

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

When writing,

did not see the handwriting.

"No more oil?"

Zhou Ze said.

The shadow doesn't speak, just shakes around, like dancing with a certain rhythm.

"Hello, there's no oil." Cried Zhou Ze.

But the shadow is still jumping on its own.

Zhou Ze put down his pen and looked at him.

After jumping for a long time,

the shadow finally stops,

"look at me, is it beautiful?"

“…………” Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze probably guessed what the shadow was. It should be similar to the black cat in the Yin and Yang book. It belongs to the category of artifact.

But obviously, this shadow has a much higher IQ than the black cat. Because of its high IQ, it can understand how to offend others and make people want to smoke him.

"Write, you keep writing." The shadow urged.

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

Zhou Ze thought for a while, 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 prick the skin to get a blood book, it still had no effect.

Words,

still can't be written.

This one, there is a problem, or the carrier of writing, there is a problem.

The shadow kept floating around, saying: "there is actually another way, that is to wait slowly, wait for the time to pass, wait for the time to pass, and you can go out."

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

"Soon, maybe one, maybe two."

"If so, why can the mother go back to reality and commit suicide with her child?"

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

"Oh."

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

And because it's light, light enough to be outrageous, it's impossible to "write" words by forcing them to slide down and leave traces.

Zhou Ze had done experiments on his palm before, but it didn't work.

The pen is fake,

but it should be able to write,

the shadow should not cheat itself in this respect.

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 volume?

Zhou Ze thought of the black cover notebook that was handed over to monkey in the bookstore.

But the problem is coming again.

the approximate rate of yin and Yang books can be written.

but the book can't be opened.

just open it and go in.

What's more?

Therefore, there is no difference between the Yin and Yang books. In this environment, opening the Yin and Yang books by yourself is likely to enter the most embarrassing situation of "dream in the dream" and "game in the game". God knows what the consequences will be.

Zhou Ze tried to write in many places, but didn't write them out.

At the end of the day,

Zhou Ze returned to the sofa.

The shadow continues to float, and comforts Zhou Ze: "what's wrong with staying here with me?"

"You are so narcissistic."

"If it wasn't for that zombie who foolishly tore up everything that we could hate and love with hundreds of thousands of words, I'm sure the relationship between us would not be so flat.

It should be a relationship of love, love, mutual appreciation and so on.

for some things, you can see the beginning, turn over and see the result directly.

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 one voice for another image?" Zhou Ze suggested.

Looking at his shadow and listening to his voice,

Zhou Ze really can't appreciate it.

"What do you like?" Asked the shadow.

"In a different way?""Unfortunately, in this book, I am your shadow." The shadow shrugged, "can't be your favorite Wang Zuxian."

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

"Nowadays, there are not many people who like to carry notebooks with them." The shadow came over and looked. It wasn't a small notebook. "This is the driver's license? Oh no, no, it's Ghost difference syndrome? "

Zhou Ze has opened his own certificate, and the score points show 300% of the total.

"It doesn't work if the ghost sends the card." The shadow laughed.

Zhou Ze wrote, and the characters of

came out. The characters of

were black and clearly appeared on the blank page of ghost difference syndrome.

“…………” Shadow.

Zhou Ze showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and wrote:

"there was a door in front of me. After the door was opened, I walked out of the warbler."

Then, a door appeared in front of Zhou Ze,

"bang!"

When the door was kicked over,

"scared to death, a door suddenly appeared in front of me,

which son of a bitch is joking with me!"

The white warbler and the warbler came out, holding the book which was torn thin by himself.

Then she saw Zhou Ze,

saw the pen in Zhou Ze's hand,

immediately seemed to understand something,

immediately reached out to wipe the corner of her eyes, stamped her feet,

cried:

"weeping,

" boss,

it's really frightening to death the warbler here,

fortunately, you have a boss to help the warbler, save the warbler from hanging upside down,

otherwise, the Warbler Yingying can't live any longer. After all, Yingying is a weak woman “