On the side of the road, Lan Mu stopped a taxi. Fortunately, this wasn't a big city, otherwise, without a phone, he wouldn't even be able to take a taxi.
Lan Mu sat firmly in the front passenger seat and told the driver the author's address.
Seeing him wearing a black robe with a pale face, the driver frequently glanced at him.
This strange person, coupled with Lan Mu's always expressionless face, made the driver speechless.
Lan Mu didn't remember the way, so he could only rely on the taxi.
Soon, they arrived at their destination.
"10 RMB"
Although it wasn't much, Lan Mu didn't have a single cent.
He didn't even have a phone, but he had a ring on his finger.
It was the wooden carving ring, an anomaly from the lower realm, not even worth shit here. Lan Mu even suspected that an elementary school student could crush this anomaly that he had used for most of his life.
"Hm?" the driver saw that he didn't respond and looked at him.
Lan Mu couldn't get out of the car, the door was locked.
He calmly reached into his robe and took out a strange object.
Netherworld Iron Hook.
When he fought Bastet, he didn't take it away. Later, he also didn't take it away when he played chess, he hid it in his robe and entered Midnight with him.
Obviously, the Netherworld Iron Hook was the same as the ring, it had lost its function.
Whether or not this was reality, at least this wasn't the same realm, the anomaly's information couldn't be recognized.
But it was still useful, at least from its appearance, this hook was quite ferocious!
"Open the door …" Lan Mu gloomily said.
The driver was startled, immediately opened the door and ran out first.
Lan Mu was sitting in the front passenger seat, if the hook swung, he would be dead.
The driver thought he was a psychopathic murderer, daring to take out a hook in broad daylight, how could he act like a hero.
Lan Mu calmly got out of the car, hid the hook, and walked straight into an old building.
He turned a deaf ear to the driver's shouting.
When passersby heard the driver yelling about murder and robbery, they only looked at him, no one actually rushed up to him.
Seeing him leave calmly, the driver finally regained some of his courage. He admitted that he was unlucky and got into the car. It was only ten yuan anyway.
However, Lan Mu reckoned that he would call the police. After all, he had broken into the house with an iron hook and looked like a weirdo.
Thankfully, this old building was not a residential area, and there were no security guards. This allowed Lan Mu to easily search for the author's residence.
"This is it."
Lan Mu staggered into a building, holding onto the handrail to go up to the third floor.
He found the door that the author had told him about. Sure enough, there was a small doorbell box nailed to the wall.
He picked it up and used a lot of strength to open the plastic box. With a clink, the Key of the safety door fell to the ground.
"Hehe."
Lan Mu calmly opened the door and entered the house.
The house was not big, and the smell of disinfectant almost made him faint.
Lan Mu's face was ashen as he closed the door. At the same time, he had already seen the layout of the entire house.
His gaze turned to a bedroom. From the crack in the door, he could see that there was a light on inside.
Lan Mu did not go there. Instead, he went in another direction, which was the kitchen without cubicles.
He casually picked up a sharp knife used to scrape bones, and then threw the iron hook on the sofa.
"Sure enough, this knife is much heavier …."
Logically speaking, Lan Mu was so weak that it should have been difficult for him to hold the iron hook. But in fact, it was not.
He immediately understood that not only was he weak, but all the things he brought were also weak.
On the contrary, the knife he casually picked up from the kitchen was much harder and sharper than the iron hook.
With the knife, Lan Mu walked to the bedroom door and slowly opened it.
A reddish-brown puppy silently pounced on Lan Mu, wagging its tail crazily at his feet. It was very excited.
Ignoring the dog, Lan Mu looked at a person whose back was facing him.
That person was sitting in front of a computer desk by the window. He was wearing headphones and was focused on typing on the keyboard. He was almost unaware that someone had entered the room.
Lan Mu expressionlessly walked over and stopped behind this person.
"Pilipala …."
Under the typing of the keyboard, words kept appearing on a writing software.
Looking at the words, Lan Mu was about to collapse.
"Bastard, you're just a mortal …." This anger was directed at the real author.
Because the real author did not respect him, or rather, the so-called tacit understanding between him and the author was extremely fragile.
In front of him were paragraphs of text describing everything that had happened since he arrived, including the scene with Chen Tang and his interaction with the driver. Everything was written in the text.
With Lan Mu's intelligence, he immediately understood what this meant. At this moment, he actually wished that he was a little stupid.
He could see that the author was writing about his recent experience in front of him, which meant that he was still under the author's control.
The person writing with headphones was a fake author, and the one he met before was also a fake Chen Tang.
Perhaps, Chen Tang really existed, and in the real world, he affected the author and destroyed the tacit understanding between Lan Mu and the author.
At this moment, Lan Mu was in a fake reality.
This was a fake reality, so everything could be what the author edited for him to see.
The author deliberately arranged for the first person he met when he woke up to be Chen Tang to tell him the cause of the matter.
The fake author in front of him was silently writing. It was also the real author who told him: I'm still controlling you.
"Why are you telling me? Isn't it also your pursuit to let me come out? I can do anything for my own pursuit, but you, are you so easy to compromise? Trash! "
"You can't even withstand a single blow!"
Lan Mu was about to cry. The author did not hold on to their tacit understanding, which made him break down.
He looked out the window in a daze.
Suddenly, the author who was writing took off his headphones and shouted, "I'm done writing! Teddy, you can start eating now! "
Lan Mu frowned. He was not someone who would compromise so easily. Perhaps everyone in the real world only liked to talk, but he was not. He was Lan Mu!
Here, no one could understand his pursuit, but would he give up just like that?
At this moment, he suddenly realized another possibility.
Perhaps, this was the real reality. After he was destroyed by Zero, the author and the reader allowed him to come here. Coupled with the unknown rules, he really came here.
However, the author still had control over him, and the author did not believe that he would really come out, so he was influenced by Chen Tang and continued to write.
The author before him was writing something that even he did not know about, and he was secretly controlling what happened to him in the real world.
This experiment not only led him to the real world, but it also inadvertently created an 'anomaly of the real world', a novel that could control the real world.
"The possibility is very low, but … it's not zero."
Lan Mu had come so far for a pursuit that he didn't even know if it was forced upon him by someone else. He was willing to risk everything.
He would always find a reason to persevere, and he would always be able to grasp the meaning of life from infinite despair.
Even if the possibility was infinitely close to zero, he would still fight for it.
If the current situation was as he thought, then the author who still controlled his fate in the real world would have to die.
Even if this was not the case, and this was a fake reality, then Lan Mu would still kill him.
He would just treat it as venting his anger.
There was still hope. If the words before him could control his fate, then they could also control the fate of the fake reality.
If the real reality was the fake reality, then this might be the only thing he could rely on to continue his pursuit.
No matter the reason, Lan Mu had to kill the author.
"Lan Mu!" The author wanted to look for his little teddy, but he saw Lan Mu behind him with a knife. For him who had just finished writing the ending, there was nothing more terrifying than this!
Even Chen Tang did not recognize Lan Mu, but how could the author not recognize him? Seeing Lan Mu was completely out of his expectations. His mind went blank.
"Puchi!"
Without hesitation, Lan Mu plunged the knife directly into the author's heart. Blood stained the T-shirt, but it did not start bleeding.
The author's face was filled with pain, but his strength was much greater than Lan Mu's. He almost broke Lan Mu's arm.
But Lan Mu had already given it his all. He used all the strength in his body to push down the author who had gone limp. He pressed down with his whole body and pressed the knife as hard as he could, plunging it deep into the heart.
The author stared at Lan Mu. He was both confused and shocked, but he could not say anything.
Lan Mu did not pull out the knife. Even though this would not kill the author immediately, he had no strength left.
He allowed the author to struggle in the pool of blood, waiting for death.
"The scenery outside the window is so beautiful."
Lan Mu murmured softly. The author could only twitch. He was already dying. The puppy called teddy was so scared that it clamped its tail between its legs and whimpered.
He sat steadily in front of the computer and reviewed the last paragraph of the plot. He added the last chapter of the book and helped the dead author to publish it.
"The author stared at Lan Mu. He was both confused and shocked, but he could not say anything."
"Lan Mu did not pull out the knife. Even though this would not kill the author immediately, he had no strength left."
"He allowed the author to struggle in the pool of blood, waiting for death."
"The scenery outside the window is so beautiful."
…
[Tsk, the end of the book.]
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