"Are you really sure that your existence belongs to that world?"

Lying in a cheap hotel for 60 yuan a night outside the back door of Beesan High School, Wu Yu lay on the washed yellowed sheets, and Luo Qiu's meaningful voice kept echoing in his mind.

In contrast, even the anger of being thrown away from the world for the first time was muffled by the strong sense of bad feelings brought by this sentence.

Only a dim light bulb was left to support the small room, and the inferior incense burned made Wu Yu feel a little sick and sick.

The prefabricated panels, which had no soundproofing effect to speak of, vibrated slightly, and the enthusiastic applause of a man and woman in the next room sounded particularly clear in the silence of the night.

Hammered the wall with annoyance, just like in the world of the novel, with a trace of numbing pain, along the red and swollen knuckles of the real transmission to Wu Yu.

"Obviously, this place is much more real than in the world of fiction."

Fascinated, Wu Yu repeatedly said to himself the facts that he didn't believe in.

Fortunately, because he has been subscribing to the genuine version in order to save trouble, even if he was discovered by the "Trafford Sellers Club", Wu Yu, who was wrapped in broken sand by fans, did not suffer any harm when he was kicked out of the world of words.

And the text energy contained in the newly updated chapter was also transmitted into his body with Wu Yu's return without a trace of discount, quickly relieving his hunger.

However, because of the swaggering appearance under the gaze of the world, Wu Yu, who had just been expelled from the world of words, even if Wu Yu rewarded 100,000 starting coins as soon as he woke up to become the leader of the alliance, the resistance of that world like a child's anger was still very obvious.

The helpless Wu Yu can only hope that the author can coax this wayward novel world as soon as possible for the sake of him as a hardcore fan of the alliance leader.

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"But what does the young dream-eating tapir mean?"

Wu Yu, who had returned to the campus, muttered thoughtfully, repeatedly looking at the dream plot in the book.

Undoubtedly, this story is intertwined with reality, dreams, and conjectures in dreams, and at first glance, Wu Yu only focuses on Ellie's crazy struggle, and finally giving up her soul to continue the redemption of the little girl's life.

If the club is a mirror where you can see the outline, then Erix, the dream-eating tapir hidden in the slit of the whole story, is almost imperceptible.

Suspiciously, he summoned a small flame in the palm of his left hand, and looked at the Suzhou River in the flames that was no longer so clear because it was touched by the ice tart.

"What the hell?"

Just a little bit, Wu Yu felt as if the answer was on his lips, as long as he captured that aura, he could blurt it out,

Wu Yu, who frowned, pushed open the door of the dormitory, a pair of small high-heeled leather shoes belonging to girls neatly placed at the door——— Wu Yu quickly put his hands behind his back, put away the flames——— almost forgot that there was a big trouble in front of him.

Looking up at the front, it happened to meet the eyes of Bing Xiaotart, who was sitting on the bed in his school uniform and holding a Pikachu doll, following the door to open the door.

Before that, he had roughly imagined that the ice tart would meet him again after waking up.

Maybe you're curious, maybe you're scared, maybe even hysterical or angry.

But I didn't expect it to be a pure look of confusion and yearning.

"You've been to the Demon Capital, haven't you?"

Bing Xiaotart asked in a very firm soft voice. There was no reason, she just thought that the young man in front of her must have been to that place.

"Is the Suzhou Creek that runs through the magic capital beautiful?"

Without waiting for Wu Yu to answer, Bing Xiaotart looked away, his gaze stayed on the top of Pikachu's head in front of him, and his whole body shrank into the shadows behind the bed curtain.

"Just now, I seemed to be dreaming of the river and the city. Since you've been there, can you tell me what it's like? ”

"Of course I've never been to the Demon Capital."

Wu Yu subconsciously shook his head, he would go to other places if he had always stayed at home to read.

But Suzhou Creek, he saw it in the book "Literary Times". It seems that although he doesn't remember what happened before he fainted, Bing Xiaotart remembered the story in "Suzhou River".

"I've never left this city since I was born."

Wu Yu shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly. Obviously, because he had touched the black fire that hid the world of "Suzhou River", Bing Xiaotart subconsciously decided that he must have been to the magic capital to build the world.

"Actually, I'm the same, I've been commuting between school and home since I was a child. In this way, maybe what I dreamed of may not be the real magic capital. ”

Listening to Wu Yu's sure answer, the hope in Bing Xiaot's eyes gradually faded. That's right, why is she obsessed with it today, first dreaming of a story in a city she has never been to, and then for no reason she feels that the young man in front of her has also been to that place.

A city you've never been to...

The young and weak dream-eating tapir...

The world built in my imagination...

Under the osmanthus tree, which has been shattered by the extraction of the power of existence...

In the world of witches, when he fills in the blurred world, the reality that is revealed at the edge of the world...

"Maybe what I dreamed of may not be the real magic capital."

"Are you really sure that your existence belongs to that world?"

With some self-talk from Bing Xiaotart, it was as if the last piece of domino bone had been filled and pushed down.

A bolt of lightning flashed through Wu Yu's mind, connecting the questions that had been lingering in his mind tonight and even before.

It certainly takes imagination to translate the world of words into reality, just as nightmares come from what everyone experiences and doesn't appear out of nowhere.

Although imagination is unlimited, it is based on infinite worldly experience and knowledge. The more real the world, the more difficult it becomes.

I closed my eyes and felt the world contained in the black flames in my body again.

It turns out that it was because he couldn't complete the world construction that the existence of reality was extracted and completed.

In the same way, in the world of fiction, when he is vague and undescribed, he seems to be patheously weak in the face of change, not because there are too many details that need to be paid extra to complete.

Wu Yu suddenly remembered a passage in his mind.

"Read 10,000 books, travel 10,000 miles, take off the dust in your chest, and camp in the natural hills and ravines."

It seems that I can't stay any longer, I have to find a time to get out of the city, see the wider world, and talk to more different people.

As for him, whether he really belongs to this world, whether this world is real, go and see it for yourself, listen to it, and feel it, won't you naturally know?