Five Frozen Centuries

It took Zhang Zhiwen a long time to wake up. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was a clean ward. There was no one in the ward. The window was half open, and the breeze blew in. A bouquet of flowers, the scent of flowers is tangy.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwen heard a voice: "You are finally awake, now we can have a good chat."

"Who?" Zhang Zhiwen yelled. He looked left and right, but he couldn't see anything. The back of his hand was cold and painful, because his hand was infusing normal saline.

"You don't need to be so loud, you just need to think in your brain to talk to me." Wei Huo said, his voice appeared directly in Zhang Zhiwen's brain.

Zhang Zhiwen was terrified: "You can peek into my brain, who are you?"

Wei Huo said, "You need to calm down."

After finishing speaking, Wei Huo controlled Zhang Zhiwen's body to cool it down, which suddenly made Zhang Zhiwen calm down, and he asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

Wei Huo began to explain: "Zhang Zhiwen, you are a college student or a literature lover. You have contributed articles to many magazines and websites, but you have never succeeded, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Zhiwen has never told anyone about this. He always writes his manuscripts in secret, but now he is being told all of a sudden. There is a feeling that the black history has been unearthed.

Wei Huo said: "Although your career as a writer was not very successful, you did something that all writers in the world cannot do. Your creation escaped from your brain."

Zhang Zhiwen looked confused: "What are you talking about, you haven't said who you are?"

Wei Huo said: "I just checked the network of your world, and found that this is an ordinary world, and people in this world do not have the ability to realize imaginary characters. In other words, you may be the only one who uses imagination space The people in the world are brought to the real people."

Zhang Zhiwen was completely stunned, he opened his mouth wide, he couldn't believe all this at all, but the voice in his head couldn't be faked.

Wei Huo said: "You were in a car accident before, remember? I saved you, your chest was pierced, I made it recover, and... well, I also have some minor problems in your body. It's cured, but now there's a problem."

When Wei Huo said this, Zhang Zhiwen immediately remembered the car accident. It was on his way back to his hometown. He was driving along the straight road well. He jumped out at high speed and knocked his car under the road.

It was a nightmare, and he still deeply remembered the feeling of the steel bar being inserted into his chest, the pain he will never forget.

But when Zhang Zhiwen opened the hospital gown on his chest, he found that there was no wound on his chest at all, and he even felt that his body was very comfortable. His neck and waist were uncomfortable because of sitting and typing all the year round, but now he doesn't feel that way anymore.

"Really you saved me?"

Wei Huo replied: "For sure, no one will save you except me."

Zhang Zhiwen was very grateful, but he asked again: "But who are you? Can you tell me your name?"

Wei Huo paused for a moment, then said, "My name is Wei Huo."

"Wei Huo?" Zhang Zhiwen became puzzled, "I don't have any impression, are you really a character in my story?"

Wei Huo gave a rare smile. After so long, someone could finally call him by his name. He replied, "Then maybe I'm not the protagonist in your story."

Zhang Zhiwen asked: "Then you talk about the person who is suspected to be the protagonist, the kind who can't die no matter what, who has a harem of a lot of girls, who holds a bunch of artifacts in his hand, who is invincible and has never been defeated in his life."

Wei Huo thought to himself, so this is your protagonist's style?

But Wei Huo still listed a few people who are suspected to be the protagonist: "Is that Ma Tengyun?"

Zhang Zhiwen said doubtfully, "I don't know."

Wei Huo said again, "Is that Lu Qiqi?"

Zhang Zhiwen shook his head: "Are you a woman? You shouldn't say it, my protagonists are all men."

Wei Huo thought of a legendary figure: "Is the snake god?"

Zhang Zhiwen sighed: "Don't even have a name? That's definitely not the case."

Wei Huo couldn't think of more people, Zhang Zhiwen thought for a moment and then said, "Tell me the key events that happened."

Wei Huo said, "Time is suspended."

Zhang Zhiwen's eyes widened, and he said: "I'm so sorry, although I have seen this plot in many novels, comics, animations, and movies, but my original story should not have this plot. "

Wei Huo thought for a long time, until Zhang Zhiwen asked, "Hey, are you still there?"

Wei Huo replied: "Since none of these possibilities are true, there is only one possibility. You created the story in your dream. After waking up from the dream, you forgot the dream, but the world was actually created. That's the only explanation."

Zhang Zhiwen was a little surprised: "Is it the world created in the dream? Is this kind of operation also feasible?"

Wei Huo said: "There is nothing impossible, but there is a problem. You have already put the ending on that story. If this is the story you created in your dream, can you still modify the ending? Or let the story continue. "

Zhang Zhiwen smiled wryly: "Who in this world can have continuous dreams? And it's a dream that has been forgotten."

"That's true." Wei Huo nodded. The story seems to be unable to continue, but just like a mortal person will eventually die, the story will eventually come to an end, and it is helpless to end like this.

But Zhang Zhiwen has been saved by him, so the time in the imaginary world should start to pass again.

"Speaking of which, in the imaginary space of your brain, there are a group of guys trying to destroy your brain in order to continue the story."

Before Wei Huo finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwen said in horror: "What!? These guys are planning to destroy my brain? Should I write everyone to death?"

Wei Huo went on to say: "But you don't have to worry. According to my research, they are just dreaming. If you want to destroy your brain, you have to think that I can do it after I came to this world."

Zhang Zhiwen: "."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then panicked again, because he found that this existence that came to reality was too powerful.

But at this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and a policewoman about thirty-five years old walked in. The policewoman looked very serious, and she asked Zhang Zhiwen, "Are you awake? Very good, I have a few questions I want to ask you."

Zhang Zhiwen: "Huh?"

The female police officer knew that Zhang Zhiwen's current condition was very normal, so she asked loudly, "Mr. Zhang, I want to know how you escaped from the badly damaged car in the previous car accident? Why don't you have any wounds on your body?"

Wei Huo said to Zhang Zhiwen: "Don't look at other places, stare at her to answer the question, otherwise she will realize that you are lying."