Zhang Zhiwen woke up after a long time. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was a clean ward. There was no one in the ward. The window was ajar, and a breeze blew in. There was a bouquet of flowers on the cabinet by the bed, and the fragrance of the flowers assailed his nostrils.
Then, Zhang Zhiwen heard a voice. "You're finally awake. We can have a good chat now."
"Who is it?" Zhang Zhiwen shouted. He looked around but could not see anything. The back of his hand was a little cold and painful. This was because his hand was being injected with saline.
"You don't have to be so loud. You only need to think in your brain to talk to me," Wei Huo said. His voice appeared in Zhang Zhiwen's mind.
Zhang Zhiwen was terrified. "You can peek into my brain. Who are you?"
Wei Huo said, "You need to calm down."
After saying that, Wei Huo controlled Zhang Zhiwen's body and cooled it down. Zhang Zhiwen suddenly calmed down. He asked while trembling, "Who are you?"
Wei Huo started explaining. "Zhang Zhiwen, you're a university student and a literature enthusiast. You've submitted to many magazines and websites, but you've never succeeded, right?"
"Why … Why are you saying this?"
Zhang Zhiwen had never told anyone about this. He had always been writing in secret. Now that everything had been revealed, he felt like his dark history had been dug up.
Wei Huo said, "Although your path as a writer is not very successful, you have done something that no writer in the world can do. Your creation has run out of your brain."
Zhang Zhiwen was confused. "What are you talking about? You haven't told me who you are."
Wei Huo said, "I just checked the network of your world and realized that this is an ordinary world. The people in this world do not have the ability to materialize and imagine people. In other words, you might be the only person who can bring people from the imagination space to reality." Wei Huo said, "I just checked the network of your world and realized that this is an ordinary world.
Zhang Zhiwen was stunned. His mouth was wide open. He could not believe it, but the voice in his head could not be faked.
Wei Huo said, "Do you remember the car accident you had? I was the one who saved you. Your chest was pierced, and I was the one who healed it, and … Hmm, I've also cured some minor problems in your body, but now there's a problem … "
As soon as Wei Huo said that, Zhang Zhiwen immediately thought of the car accident. He had been driving back to his hometown. He had been driving on a straight road, but when he passed a fork in the road, a car on the left had suddenly jumped out at a terrifying speed and knocked his car off the road. Zhang Zhiwen had been in a daze.
It was a nightmare. He still remembered the feeling of the steel bar stabbing into his chest. That pain was something he would never forget.
However, after Zhang Zhiwen pulled up his hospital gown, he realized that there was no wound on his chest at all. He even felt that his body was very comfortable. Originally, his neck and waist were a little uncomfortable because he had been sitting and typing all year round, but now they didn't feel that way anymore.
"Really … You really saved me?"
Wei Huo replied, "Definitely. No one else will save you other than 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 and said, "My name is Wei Huo."
"Wei Huo?" Zhang Zhiwen was confused. "I don't have any impression of you. Are you really a character in my story?"
Wei Huo smiled, which was rare. Someone had finally called his name after so long. He replied, "Maybe I'm not the main character in your story."
Zhang Zhiwen asked, "Then … Tell me about the people who are suspected to be the main characters. They are the kind who can't die no matter what. They have a harem of girls and a bunch of divine weapons in their hands. They are invincible and have never been defeated."
Wei Huo thought to himself, So this is your main character style?
However, Wei Huo still listed a few people who were suspected to be the main characters. "Is it Ma Tengyun?"
Zhang Zhiwen said in confusion, "I don't know her."
Wei Huo said, "Is it Lu Qiqi?"
Zhang Zhiwen shook his head. "A woman? I don't think so. My main characters are all men. "
Wei Huo thought of a legendary figure. "Is it the Snake God?"
Zhang Zhiwen sighed. "You don't even have a name? That's definitely not it. "
Wei Huo could not think of any more people. Zhang Zhiwen thought about it for a moment and said, "Tell me the key events that happened."
Wei Huo said, "Time Halt."
Zhang Zhiwen's eyes widened as he said, "This … I'm sorry. Although I've seen this plot in many novels, comics, animations, and movies, I don't think there's such a plot in my original story."
Wei Huo thought about it for a long time. Zhang Zhiwen asked, "Hey, are you still there?"
Wei Huo replied, "Since none of these are possible, there's only one possibility. That story was created in your dream. You forgot about the dream after you woke up, but the world was really created. That's the only explanation."
Zhang Zhiwen was a little surprised. "A world created in a dream? Is this even possible? "
Wei Huo said, "Nothing's impossible, but there's a problem. You've already ended the story. If this is a story created in your dream, can you still change the ending? Or can you continue the story? "
Zhang Zhiwen smiled bitterly and said, "Who in this world can have continuous dreams? Besides, it's a forgotten dream. "
"That's true." Wei Huo nodded. It seemed like the story could no longer continue. However, just like how people who would die would eventually die, the story would eventually come to an end. There was nothing he could do about it ending like that.
However, Zhang Zhiwen had already been saved. Time in the imaginary world should have started passing again.
"Speaking of which, a group of people in your brain's imagination are trying to destroy your brain in order to continue the story …"
Before Wei Huo could finish his sentence, Zhang Zhiwen said in fear, "What?! These guys are planning to destroy my brain? Should I write everyone to death? "
Wei Huo added, "You don't have to worry. According to my research, they're just daydreaming. If they want to destroy your brain, they have to come to this world like me."
Zhang Zhiwen was speechless.
He heaved a sigh of relief and then felt terrified. He realized that the existence that had come to reality was too powerful.
But at that moment, the door of the ward was suddenly opened. A thirty-five-year-old policewoman walked in. The policewoman's expression was very serious. She asked Zhang Zhiwen, "Are you awake? Very good, I have a few questions for you. "
Zhang Zhiwen: "Huh?"
The policewoman knew that Zhang Zhiwen's condition was very normal, so she asked loudly without caring about the patient's condition, "Mr. Zhang, I want to know how you escaped from the heavily damaged car during the car accident. Why are there no wounds on your body? "
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