I made myself the protagonist

As soon as he walked up the stairs, he noticed the movement behind him.

Shen Tinglan turned around and found Ling Yun walking out of the bedroom alone and bored. Seeing that there was a hint of trouble in his expression, Shen Tinglan couldn't help but curiously asked: "Why, aren't you going to join in the fun with everyone?"

"I'm not interested in that. I'm a little bored and want to go out and get some fresh air."

Ling Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head. At the moment, he didn't have the heart to think about those things that were there or not.

His situation is different from everyone else. After experiencing a series of accidents, big and small, he is now certain: even if he is the author, any attempt to change the fate of other characters will put himself in a new crisis; not only that, The subsequent butterfly effect will also make the situation more serious.

The current situation where zombies are mutating is probably closely related to his forced change of the plot of sacrifice in the garage.

I traveled into my own book and became a cannon fodder character who had been taken advantage of a long time ago. Although I was lucky enough to escape several plot killings until now, where should I go from now on?

After completing this mission, what will be waiting for him?

What will be your future destiny?

Ling Yun's heart was full of confusion. When he came to his senses, he had already followed Shen Tinglan to the rooftop on the third floor.

"I feel like you're not in a good mood, are you smoking?" Shen Tinglan took out a pack of Marlboros he picked up from the living room and stretched out his hand towards Ling Yun.

"I don't like smoking." Ling Yun waved his hand.

Shen Tinglan raised his eyebrows in surprise, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and chuckled: "It doesn't look like you look like this."

"I quit a long time ago, for the sake of Buddhist health." Ling Yun remembered that he was still a gangster and a speedster, and then lied.

Shen Tinglan didn't care at all. He blocked the wind with his left hand and gently rubbed the roller of the lighter with his right thumb. In the darkness, the firelight reflected on his angular profile, casting a shadow under his thick eyelashes.

He slowly narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then blew out a beautiful smoke ring. The smoke ring slowly rose up in a swirl, and the cigarette butt lit up with orange light spots. Shen Tinglan stared at the smoke not far away. On the street, the lingering smoke clouds lightly enveloped his tired face.

Afraid of the danger caused by the sporadic fire, he took a few quick and greedy puffs before throwing the cigarette at his feet.

"Actually, I don't like smoking either, but Fatty is right, this thing can be very stress-relieving sometimes."

Shen Tinglan smiled at Ling Yun, stretched out his foot and stamped out the cigarette butts on the ground.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and thought to himself: "This day has been very stressful... To be honest, although I have encouraged everyone along the way, I am actually not sure whether I can survive tomorrow. That level."

Ling Yun knows Shen Tinglan better than anyone else. He has always been a self-disciplined man. He loves fitness and does not smoke or drink at all. But it has to be said that after taking off the indestructible armor in the eyes of outsiders, the man in front of him The grumbling Shen Tinglan gave Ling Yun a more smoky and intimate feeling.

But what surprised him was that Shen Tinglan had a tough personality and never showed his fragile side easily in front of others, even his companions who had experienced many battles. But now, the other party would actually meet someone like him who he didn't even know before. Open your heart to strangers.

Ling Yun couldn't help but look at Shen Tinglan who was leaning on the balcony, with a lot of thoughts in his mind: However, he could understand Shen Tinglan. As the leader of the team, the pressure and responsibilities on his shoulders were much heavier than those of ordinary people.

At this time, he was experiencing a cruel dungeon for the first time, and maybe he hadn't fully grown up yet.

But from now on, I will also be a character in the book, accompanying him as the male protagonist, experiencing together the thrilling adventures described in my writing, and witnessing his growth.

Now that I think about it, it's actually quite strange.

Ling Yun silently looked at the dark city in the distance. The city that used to be prosperous and brightly lit day and night was now only a ruined shell filled with emptiness.

It was midsummer, and after the sun set, the night in the suburbs was actually much cooler than during the day. The evening breeze gradually calmed down the anxiety in his heart.

"I don't know why, but when I first met you, I felt very friendly."

Shen Tinglan suddenly spoke to break the silence. After hearing this, Ling Yun was startled and turned to look at him in surprise.

Shen Tinglan turned sideways and looked at Ling Yun seriously: "Regardless of your personality, thoughts, analysis of things, judgment ability and various opinions, you have many things in common with me. In short, this feeling is really wonderful. …It’s like looking in the mirror and seeing another version of myself.”

What Ling Yun didn't expect was that Shen Tinglan would notice him so quickly.

From the beginning, I had never considered the counterattack routine of using the protagonist's script to cheat and turn against the customers.

As an author, he naturally knows better than anyone how smart Shen Tinglan is.

In order to avoid being suspected, he has always been cautious in his words and deeds along the way. Unless necessary, he will never say one more word or do one more meaningless thing. Even if there is something he wants to do, he will just silently guide others. People will never rush ahead of Shen Tinglan to do things that should originally belong to him in the plot.

But Ling Yun still overlooked one thing: often when creating, many authors will put themselves into the work. And their thoughts and opinions, including the ideas they want to express, will also penetrate into the works subtly.

It is said that the author's three views can be seen through the world view of a book; the protagonists in most novels can also best reflect the author's own personality characteristics.

The Shen Tinglan in the book is not the other self in Ling Yun's imagination.

Shen Tinglan looked at Ling Yun, then smiled shyly: "Maybe I said something strange, so don't take it to heart."

"fine."

Ling Yun looked at the other party, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart again. He couldn't tell what it was specifically. It was surprised, happy, nervous, and entangled... However, he soon felt relieved.

Ling Yun stretched out his hand to Shen Tinglan and responded with a smile: "Maybe we really have the same soul. And I am the other you in this world."

"Yes." Shen Tinglan nodded, his expression looking very calm.

Ling Yun couldn't help but be curious and asked the other party: "Do you really believe it?"

"I definitely wouldn't have believed it before."

Shen Tinglan shrugged: "But after being resurrected by Ark, now no matter how bizarre things happen, I can accept it calmly. It's just that when we two grown men talk about soul compatibility, it always feels weird. If you are a girl, Then I would be more willing to accept this statement."

Seeing that the other party was making a joke, Ling Yun also responded to Shen Tinglan half-truthfully: "No, no, no, if you want to be joking, maybe I am your father."

"You have a beautiful idea." Shen Tinglan cursed softly, and then gradually smiled.

The dilemma they are facing has not yet been overcome. After a brief moment of relaxation, Shen Tinglan pointed in a certain direction and said to Ling Yun: "When we arrive at the port tomorrow, we must pass through the Atlanta Suspension Bridge, which is where we escape to the end. The only way to go. From this point of view, a fierce battle is inevitable."

"Um."

Thinking of the scene he saw at the intersection before, Ling Yun nodded: "After a riot breaks out in the city, civilians will definitely find ways to escape from here. And the government will never let the virus continue to spread. They will definitely send armed forces to block the way out."

Ling Yun frowned: "I'm afraid what's waiting for us on the other side of the suspension bridge will be hundreds of civilians and troops turned into zombies."

"So everyone should have a good rest tonight and build up enough strength for tomorrow's battle." Shen Tinglan patted Ling Yun on the shoulder and said, "After dinner, we need to discuss the next battle plan."

Before leaving, Shen Tinglan deliberately used a telescope to observe his surroundings. After confirming that there were no infected persons, he and Ling Yun left the rooftop one after another and walked down the stairs.

Not long after the two left, a gust of evening wind blew by, and the grass and trees in the surrounding park swayed, making a rustling sound. Under the eaves of another dark villa a hundred meters away, a twisted black shadow hunched over, like It crawled along the wall quickly like a gecko, and disappeared into the night with just a "swish".