Late Night Bookstore

Vol 3 Chapter 292: Write

This pen is very light in hand, and even the exaggerated metaphor of "light as a feather" is not very accurate at this time. If it is not really touchable, Zhou Ze even mistakenly thought that he was holding it. It's a ball of air.

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

"Don't turn, dizzy."

The shadow ignored Zhou Ze’s warning,

Even worse,

Skip over for a while,

Jump out after a while,

"I jumped out,

I jumped in again,

Come hit me,

Stupid! "

Boss Zhou raised his forehead,

It’s certain that this product is 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 cheating in the mirror.

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

Zhou Ze asked.

"So, in your opinion, is this world a pie?

The front of the pancake is the sun,

The backside of the cake with sesame is the hell? Asked Shadow.

Zhou Ze did not answer.

"The ancients believed that the "round place" was absolutely correct, so many wealthy officials and wealthy men bought the astronomical telescopes of foreigners themselves in the late Qing Dynasty, saw the vastness of the universe, and chose to kill themselves when the direct worldview collapsed;

Bruno raised the heliocentric theory and was sent to the torture rack as a heresy. "

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the world is not as simple as you think. There are two paths between yin and yang, but there are countless forks on the sides of these two roads. Because there are so few people, there are not many people who know and dare to walk up.

This world is not a pie,

It's not that everything that is divorced from reality is an illusion.

Not everything that is not real is fake;

Just like watching TV dramas before, the label in TV dramas is just like "bad guy" except for "good guy".

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

"Oh."

Zhou Ze nodded.

then,

Continue to look at the pen in your hand.

"Is this a story-writing pen?"

"The so-called story in the book is nothing more than a fork on 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 a direction. It is impossible to come in next time. "

"why?"

"Because this pen is the pen in the book, it is because of the **** in this story, the pen left behind, but it is not the real pen, can you understand what I mean?"

Zhou Ze shook his head.

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

The shadow sighed,

"Don’t betray me for talking too much. I have been so bored all these years.

A few years ago, a woman brought two babies to come and play with me for a while,

But after that, they couldn't stand the torture

I can't think of it,

Niang took the two babies and committed suicide together. "

When the shadow said these words, it seemed a bit lonely and pitiful, as if it were not a murderer.

Of course,

Zhang Tianquan and his two children are indeed not homicide, but taking poison, and in the eyes of the outside world, Zhang Tianquan can die by himself. It is a great sin to die with your two children. Parents, you are not qualified to take the initiative to take away the lives of your two children.

But think about it,

Boss Zhou has been messed up by the stories in this villa,

How can it be sustained if it is replaced by an ordinary person?

The mother collapsed,

Those two children will only be worse,

Therefore, Zhang Tianquan simply took his two children to take the poison together, which was definitely wrong in law and reason, but in reason, he could understand it.

I was relieved myself, as a mother, it is impossible to leave the two children and continue to suffer in this virtual reality.

In the end, she pitted her husband and is still in prison.

"How to write?"

Boss Zhou hesitated and asked again.

Black Shadow smiled, "Writing text, will you?"

"meeting."

"Then write it that way, and it's not asking you to publish a book, or even, except for you and me, there is no fourth pair of eyes to see."

"Fourth pair?"

Counting wrong?

"Nonsense, what happened when we fast-forwarded before we were dizzy?

A zombie was tearing the book while reading it, and it was so fast, so fast! "

Oh.

Yingying is here too.

"Is she outside?"

"She is also in the story."

Zhou Ze understood that he first went to the coffee table to find a magazine, spread it out, and prepared to write.

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

Writing with pen,

But did not see the writing.

"No oil?"

Zhou Ze said.

The shadow didn't speak, but just swayed sideways, as if dancing in a certain rhythm.

"Hey, no oil." Zhou Ze shouted.

But the shadow continued to jump on its own.

Zhou Ze put down his pen and looked at him.

Jumped for a long time,

The shadow finally stopped,

"Look at me, beautiful?"

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

Zhou Ze probably guessed what the shadow is. It should be similar to the black cat in the Yin Yang Book, which belongs to the category of organs and spirits.

But it is obvious that this shadow is much higher than the black cat's IQ, because the IQ is high, only to know how to be guilty, in order to cause the urge to make him want to smoke him.

"Write, you continue to write." Black Shadow urged.

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

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

There were tingling pains in the palm of my hand, like a needle stick, but the skin was not broken, and there was no blood flow. Even if Zhou Ze deliberately tried to puncture the skin to get a blood book, it still had no effect.

word,

Still can't write it.

There is a problem with this pen, or it is a carrier of writing, and 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 aging to pass, and you will be able to go out."

"How long?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Soon, maybe one child, maybe two people."

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

"You don't look at who wrote the story."

"Oh."

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

And because it is so light, it is so outrageous, so it is impossible to force "write" words by sliding down with hard pressure.

Zhou Ze had done experiments on his palm before, but no effect.

The pen is fake,

But I should be able to write,

The shadow should not deceive itself in this regard.

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

It can only be written in specific places.

such as,

Yin Yang album?

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

But the problem is coming again,

The probability of Yin-Yang volume can be written,

But the Yin Yang Book Zhou Ze cannot be opened,

Open it and go in,

Then write a fart?

Therefore, it doesn't make any difference if the Yin-Yang album is not brought. Opening the Yin-Yang album by yourself in this environment is likely to enter the most embarrassing situation of "Dream in Dream" and "Bureau in the Bureau". God knows the consequences.

Zhou Ze tried many other places to write, but none of them.

To the end,

Zhou Ze sat back on the sofa again.

The shadow continued to drift, and at the same time comforted Zhou Ze: "Stay here to accompany me, what's wrong?"

"You are really narcissistic."

"If it weren't for the zombie's silly way to tear us away with hundreds of thousands of words of love and hatred, everything is fast forward. I believe the relationship between us will not be so plain.

It should be a relationship of love and killing, mutual sympathy, mutual appreciation, etc.,

Some things, you can look at the beginning, turn over and look at 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 for a different image?" Zhou Ze suggested.

Looking at his shadow and listening to his voice~www.wuxiaspot.com~Zhou Ze really cannot appreciate it.

"What do you like?" Shadow asked.

"Change Wang Zuxian's way?"

"Unfortunately, in this book, I am your shadow." The shadow shrugged. "It will not become your favorite Wang Zuxian."

Zhou Ze reached into his pocket and pulled out a small book.

"There are not many people who like to carry notebooks with them this year." Shadow looked around and found that it was not a small notebook. "This is a driver's license? Oh no, right, is it... a ghost certificate?"

Zhou Ze spread out his documents,

The grade point shows three hundred thousandths.

"It's useless to send a ghost card." Shadow smiled.

Zhou Ze wrote a pen,

The word came out,

It is a black typeface, which clearly appears on the blank page of the ghost card.

"…………"shadow.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Ze's mouth,

Writes:

"A door appeared in front of me. After the door was opened, I walked out of Baiyingying."

then,

A door appeared in front of Zhou Ze,