"One Day Prisoner?"

In the hotel room, Fan Zhiming muttered to himself, sneering and clicking on Luoyang's new work. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He wants to see why Luoyang shut himself up, if the other party's work is not convincing, then Fan Zhiming will definitely take a fierce counterattack.

[Mr. B is dead.] Less than twenty-four hours after he moved into the building.

Mr. B came in last night, no, 0:00 this morning to be exact. At that time, the night was foggy, and two men in black accompanied him, carrying three large suitcases, knocked on the door of my room on duty, asking for an unfurnished house. This request is a bit strange because most people want a furnished room ......]

At the beginning of the story, a certain result was directly stated, which is a relatively novel way of writing.

But at the beginning, there were also some doubts, why did Mr. B just move in at zero o'clock, and why did he want an unfurnished room?

Fan Zhiming picked up the notebook, wrote and painted, and while reading "One Day Prisoner", he recorded some details - this is his habit, although he likes to talk and is full of desire for fame and fortune, but he is not completely waste, he still has his own set.

Following the text, Fan Zhiming continued to read, and the records became more and more frequent.

[I have a strange feeling about this dead man.] I've only known him for about twenty hours, but he's like an old friend for years. If you look closely, it's probably that every time he sees me, he shows the familiarity of an old friend.

Mr. B is really a bit quirky. He must have been very energetic, and he would have been deceived by his appearance, he was pale and haggard, as if he could not help the wind, but he was in and out of the building frequently throughout the day, and I saw him a dozen times alone. It seemed like he could suddenly appear here and there all of a sudden.

The first time I saw Mr. B was half a minute later when I had arranged my room at midnight. Who knows how quickly and unnoticedly he descended the stairs and stood silently next to me. 】

"Why is that...... Wait, the title of the book seems to be "A Day of Prisoner", could it be that this Mr. B was imprisoned?"

Fan Zhiming frowned, and a strange feeling rose in his heart - if Mr. B was a prisoner, then why did he behave so strangely, was he asking the protagonist for help, or was he prompting the protagonist something?

Wait, Fan Zhiming's face suddenly became even more ugly.

He said to himself in a fierce rage: "Bastard, prisoner, do you want to escape from prison, is it a deliberate work written for my "The Wind"?"

Realizing this, Fan Zhiming immediately felt that he had been provoked, he is now the winner of the Dragon Kingdom Science Fiction Award, and his strength is obvious to all, the other party even dares to provoke himself with science fiction texts, are you sure that there is no mistake?

"Or what you wrote, kind of interesting. ”

"But I'm afraid, it's just a little bit of fun. ”

"If you don't have a reasonable explanation later, then this article is at best excellent suspense, not science fiction!"

Fan Zhiming snorted coldly, flashed several thoughts in a row, calmed down a little in his heart, and then read the follow-up plot of "One Day Prisoner".

[The old lady whispered, "He's weird!"]

I know that, but how do I tell her?

She saw b disappear around the corner, put her mouth in my ear and said, "Just now I heard someone crying in his house!"

"Crying?" I thought she was too sensitive.

"That's right! I heard it on the door!" she turned inside suddenly, her face wrinkled with horror.

Mr. B came out of it again.

I was puzzled, but politely asked, "Did you find what you lost?"

"What?" he looked up at me in dismay, "what?"

It's really inexplicable......]

Again, this kind of text is full of hints, as if to test the reader's intelligence.

"Mr. B seems to be living a miserable life, and he is haunted like a ghost, and his memory is very bad, and he often forgets the events of the previous moment when he turns around—is he a criminal with memory impairment?"

Fan Zhiming analyzed the clues one by one.

Suddenly, a fluctuation appeared in his heart, and the pen he stayed in his notebook began to write and draw, and the clues were chaotic and chaotic - he regarded this as a confrontation between himself and Luoyang, and first he had to figure out the intention of "One Day Prisoner".

"Is it me who is the point?"

"Could it be that the old lady and my characters are all mentally ill?"

"Mr. B was falsely accused of being mentally ill, and living in the middle of a group of mentally ill people is indeed similar to that of a prisoner, so he is very painful, and the root cause of Mr. B's admission to a mental hospital is his very forgetful memory...... It seems like the explanation is too reluctant......"

Fan Zhiming shook his head, if this is the interpretation, then "One Day Prisoner" will be reduced to a third-rate.

What's the point...... Why is it called one day in prison, one day in ...... Prisoner, the meaning of the name, does it mean that Mr. B committed suicide after only one day......

Fan Zhiming faintly felt that he had caught something, but it seemed that he had not caught anything, which made Fan Zhiming very depressed, he simply didn't think about it, but followed the plot and let Luoyang, the author himself, reveal the answer to the story.

["Street lights?"]

"yes, has it been there all along?"

I looked closely at the streetlamp and then at him: "Of course, it has been there for a long time, all the time. ”

"It'...... No...... Hasn't it been broken?" he asked me in a whisper, as if in fear.

"No, I don't. I shook my head. It's uncertain, there are a lot of urchins in the neighborhood, and I've only been here as a caretaker for two months.

He asked a question that sent chills down my body: "Haven't you seen the shards of a streetlight fly up from the ground and automatically reassemble?"

The sun was shining, and his face was still so pale. My heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible, cold hand. He saw that I was scared, so he smiled and went in. 】

said not to think about it, but in fact, Fan Zhiming couldn't help but think about the reason again, every word and behavior of Mr. B was full of weird taste, and the author's reminder to the reader was obviously becoming clearer and clearer.

At this time, I should have seen something!

Fan Zhiming's hand holding the pen became harder and harder, and his gaze fell back on the small book full of clues—and at a certain moment, an idea appeared in his mind.

The thought made his heart flutter, and he jumped three times as fast as he used to, and made his face pale from the intense heartbeat—and if so, wouldn't it be a joke himself?

"One day prisoner, is the criminal Mr. B, forever, imprisoned on the same day!?"

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