"Why? Why did I work so hard to write 300,000 words, but I only have less than 10 collections? ”

Facing the computer screen, the young man named Wei Yuanhe scratched his head in pain. In his opinion, with his own ingenuity, it is easy to write a popular online novel. But the reality is so cruel......

"Why doesn't anyone read it? Why...... Why is it so unsuccessful? ”

Like many literary youths, Wei Yuanhe didn't understand what kind of novels readers wanted to read. It is only now that he has come to understand that leaving the market is purely self-satisfying works, and it is natural that no one cares about them.

"It's sad." Wei Yuanhe muttered to himself, and he didn't know if he was helpless about the changeable tide, or if he had limited self-deprecation ability......

Obviously, his novels are unique...... If this can be proven, it may ......

He didn't notice that his elbow knocked over the glass of water on the computer desk, spilling it on the keyboard.

……

Wei Yuanhe woke up.

What's wrong with you? In a drowsy state, Wei Yuanhe thought. I vaguely remember being screaming at a computer screen, about to write a post complaining about how elusive readers are in this day and age, and then ...... Then Wei Yuanhe's memory was interrupted.

Did you fall asleep in front of your computer? Thinking like this, Wei Yuanhe opened his eyes.

"What......?"

Entering the eye is a large European-style living room. A thick red carpet with a roaring fire burning in the fireplace. And himself, Wei Yuanhe, fell asleep on a sofa chair that was also bright red.

“……”

Wei Yuanhe was dumbfounded. He couldn't figure out why he was in this strange place instead of his own home.

Through?

"You're awake." A voice sounded from behind Wei Yuanhe, "I thought you would sleep a little longer." ”

Wei Yuanhe looked back. It was a man about thirty years old, with a black suit, triangular eyes, a hooked nose, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned as if he was smiling, but Wei Yuanhe couldn't read the slightest kindness in his expression.

"Let me introduce myself," said the man, "and in words that you can understand, I am ...... An alien. Do you believe what I say? ”

In a flat tone, the man told a thing that sounded incredible to Wei Yuanhe. Our literary youth stared at the bald man for a full thirty seconds before he spoke:

"I believe it!" Wei Yuanhe said categorically.

"Your reaction is quick...... "the bald man was surprised, "much faster than I expected." Can you tell me why you believe I'm an alien so easily? ”

"Look at this carpet, and this sofa, and ......" Wei Yuanhe had a dark face and pointed at the furnishings in the room, "I also thought about whether this would be a whole-person program of which TV station, but firstly, such a program is not popular or even legal in my country, and secondly, I don't think that any local tyrant TV station would use so much money to buy these expensive furniture, just to build a whole-person studio." ”

"Good." The bald man smiled, "But, have you ever thought about ......?"

"I've also considered whether I've died of electrocution or something, you're just a delusion of my dazed soul on the verge of death," Wei Yuanhe said cleanly, playing with what he was best at, "but I just did a little four calculations in my mind, and I memorized a short poem silently, and there were no logical or memory problems." I think...... My brain is normal. ”

Is it a thinker who encounters an angel before the kingdom of heaven and asks him to prove that he is a real angel, or is it the fantasy of his dazed mind in the midst of his death. Wei Yuanhe doesn't like this story much, he just hopes to calm himself down by playing stalks.

"What if you really just dream? Are you just dreaming and thinking you're normal? The bald man didn't mean to pick up the stalk.

"Can we continue our conversation?" Wei Yuanhe said angrily, throwing his reserve out of the clouds, "Just as I was thinking about what I had just done, I had been twisting my thighs with my hands—the pain told me that I wasn't dreaming. ”

"Okay, okay." The bald man said, as if he was very satisfied with Wei Yuanhe's performance, "Your judgment is generally good - there is only one thing I want to add, although you did not die of electrocution, your keyboard did leak." You didn't notice that you knocked over the water glass. ”

"The keyboard is 5V voltage, and the safety voltage of 5V is impossible to electrocute people!" Wei Yuanhe roared.

The bald man shrugged his shoulders and signaled that Wei Yuanhe was right.

"I'm not a fictional character, I won't cross the ...... because of a leaking keyboard"

"Well, well, of course you won't," said the bald man gently, "you just got chosen by me, that's all." ”

"I can understand that," Wei Yuanhe frowned, "Am I kidnapped by you?" ”

"I have no ill will." Balding man shrugs.

"Maybe there are other earthlings who have been killed by you—forget it. Tell me, what the hell is the matter with tying me up to this hellish place? ”

Wei Yuanhe didn't think that this bald star would covet the ransom of the earthlings.

"It's a matter of effort to talk to someone who understands......," the bald man chuckled, "I'll just tell you straight, I just wanted to ask you for a favor." As soon as you complete the task I gave you, I will send you back. ”

"Even if you're lying to me, I can't resist," Wei Yuanhe said dejectedly, "Tell me, what do you want?" ”

"I'll get you off the earth...... the bald man said slowly, "to be exact, out of this universe." ”

"Aren't you an alien? Are you ......" Wei Yuanhe suddenly realized something.

"Aliens, that's just a way to understand. My race and I are adrift between universes......"

“…… Even I've read a lot of online novels," Wei Yuanhe muttered in a low voice, "I understand faster when you directly say that you are the main god or something." ”

"I am not the Lord God."

"Then can you send people into the universe of anime novels?"

"Most of them."

"You dare to say you're not ......"

"It may be a bit complicated to say...... the bald man did not continue to pick up Wei Yuanhe's words, "You may have read a book called A Brief History of Time. ”

"Hawking's?"

"That's right. There is an introduction to the principle of anthropic. ”

"I know," Wei Yuanhe nodded, Hawking is really great, although he only mentions this principle in passing in the book, "If I remember correctly, the content of this principle should be: 'Why is our natural law like this?'" Because we're here'. ”

"Well said," praised the bald man, "in words you can understand, the reason why the pi of your universe is a little more than 3.14 is not because of anything else, but because you happen to live in such a universe, and the earth's environment, for example, the gravitational acceleration is around 9.8m/s^2, and it is 'you' who live on the earth." Some scientists wonder why the constants of nature are so coincidental that they cannot be produced by a little more or less, when in fact there is no reason at all...... If the constants of nature are not what you know, either you will not produce them, or you will not produce them. ”

"I'm not good at physics – but that doesn't matter. In short, do you want to argue that not only does it exist in a universe other than my home universe, but that any universe is possible? ”

"That's right. In fact, the number of universes is unlimited. ”

"Then ......"

"The number of universes is endless," said the bald man leisurely, "so even the world you are familiar with in film and television novels, as long as you take time to find it, in theory, you will find an exact one one day." ”

"It's like a monkey typing on a typewriter and one day knocking out a sonnet by Shakespeare," Wei Yuanhe muttered to himself, not forgetting to continue playing with the meme, "it's terrible......

"But it's also romantic, isn't it?" The bald man's eyes sparkled.

"You're sending me to one of these universes?" Wei Yuanhe said vigilantly.

"Yes. The task I have given you is simple, you go and live there for a while...... When I've collected enough data to my satisfaction, I'll send you back to Earth. ”

"I don't think I can live in a place where the laws of physics are completely different from our universe." Wei Yuanhe said in a deep voice. What else could he do? Knock on the bamboo bar of the bald star and let him give himself a golden finger?

"Leave the technical questions to me. Just think of you as the hero of a time-traveling novel. ”

"But I'm not the hero of a time-traveling novel!" Wei Yuanhe said excitedly, "The hell knows how long you have to collect data-"

"I want you to promise," said the bald man blandly, "that I will send you to earth before the end of your life." When the time comes, I can even rejuvenate you. Of course...... If you die unexpectedly before this, I can't do anything. ”

"If I go back to Earth, will it still be the point in time when I disappeared?" Although he hated it in his heart, Wei Yuanhe finally restrained his attempt to kill the bald man.

"That's nature," said the bald man, "no matter how long you spend time in other universes, Earth is only for a moment. ”

"Why me?"

"It's just a random selection. You've won the lottery. As you might expect, you're not the first to be chosen either. ”

"If you've sent other earthlings to other universes before, why didn't I ever say that someone came back from another world?"

"It's you," the bald man laughed, "will you tell anyone?" ”

“…… All right. I don't have the ability to make conditions with you, but I hope you can keep your word," Wei Yuanhe said dejectedly, "In addition, I also need basic information about that world. ”

"You can rest assured," said the bald man, "that I will not send you to a place of mortality." On the contrary, I will prepare you with the best conditions. For example, I would make you fluent in the language of the local society, in fact......"

"Language can tell us a lot about the local society," Wei Yuanhe said to himself, "There is a big difference between language and language." The languages of some backward peoples on the earth do not have more than four numbers, but they can use dozens of words with very different pronunciations to describe the fur of cows. Just analyze the specific words in the language, and ......"

The bald man hurriedly stopped his gentlemen-style chatter.

"There's no need to go so farther," he said playfully, "you're going to a place you're familiar with." ”

"What?"

"A novel of your own composition. I'll send you to that universe. ”

From the beginning, Wei Yuanhe's heart was heavy. But now, he felt that his heart was once again full of hope.

"Is that true?" Wei Yuanhe asked with a trembling voice.

"Naturally," said the bald man, "I will teach you the language there, and I will give you the same talent as your protagonist." I think that with these conditions, you should be able to survive there. ”

"My protagonist is a true genius."

"I can turn you into a real genius too. Even if you lie down and sleep a lot, you can get ahead......"

"Can't you just give me a 'system' or something like that?"

"Can we start teleporting you to that universe?" The bald man ignored Wei Yuanhe's attempt to bargain over the golden finger, "Or do you want to calm down first?" ”

"Right now—but I have one last question to ask." Wei Yuanhe said, "You set up our meeting place like this...... Is there any reason? ”

"That's why you're thinking." The bald man laughed.

"This is the hellish scene that appears in the French thinker Sartre's play Confinement......" Wei Yuanhe muttered, "Oh my God, the play of the French!" Unexpectedly, you would be interested in the culture of the earth? ”

"Confinement" is a play about three dead people in a large spacious living room, and three sad souls entangled and chasing each other.

"I'm really interested," said the bald man, "or I wouldn't have sent you to a universe you know as a human being." After all, it doesn't matter if it's just an experiment. ”

"Well," our literary youth sighed, "whatever you say. I have no way to argue with you. Get ready to teleport. ”

The bald man looked at Wei Yuanhe. He burst out laughing.

"It's rare to see you as funny," the bald man laughed, "and for the sake of you making me happy, I'll make an exception to remind you of something special." ”

"What do you want to say?" Wei Yuanhe's heart tightened.

"Excuse me," the bald man asked solemnly, "what is your essence?" What is you? Is it just the flesh? ”

What is this? Some kind of Zen machine Q&A?

"No, I think the mind is ...... too Wait," Wei Yuanhe suddenly understood something, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"It's simple. You just asked me to teleport, but I never said that I was going to teleport your body as well. The laws of physics are different, and it is too cumbersome to teleport...... I'll just send your mind over. ”

"What-"

"No matter how your appearance changes, you are still you. Bon voyage. ”

Even if Wei Yuanhe boasted that his cultivation was as good as Mr. Daoxue, he couldn't help but open his mouth to scold the bald man—but it was too late. Before the scolding could be spoken, Wei Yuanhe's body fell to the ground, and his mind had been sent to another completely different time and space.

"You're smart," the bald man looked at Wei Yuanhe, who had fallen to the ground, "and you realized that the allusion to the layout of this room was 'Confinement', but you forgot the theme of the play 'Confinement'. ”

"'Others are hell,'" said the bald man, "and here I am your hell." ”