Zhou Yan's brows furrowed, and his eyes were focused on the author of the book......

"Fat melon?"

Isn't that what you call yourself when you're sick?

Looking at these two words, Zhou Yan's mind was confused for a while...... If [Fat Melon] is a personality that he has imagined, how can it appear in this book?

So, is the person of the fat melon real in this world?

With a question mark in his head, Zhou Yan opened the book.

The handwriting on the book is dense and all in print.

[Second-rate _ Swordsman: Here it is! ] First! 】

[An Mixiu: It's coming, it's coming! 】

【Qixuan's Shrimp: Here Come】

Zhou Yan just read three lines, and he was even more confused, first of all, judging from the colon in the text: ":", these words should all be dialogues, and the words [second-rate _ swordsman] [An Mi Xiu] should represent different people.

But who would call it such a name, if the second-rate swordsman is still reasonable, then what is [An Mixiu]? It's just a few words that don't make sense at all.

And these people keep saying "come and come, come on", so where are they going?

Zhou Yan scratched his head and continued to look down.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, I have even more headaches.

[Cruel Knight: No, keep claws, I'm a toaster]

[10,000 tons of anonymous letter: Then I don't want to contract all the sugar for this book]

[Spiritual Intersection of Reality and Virtuality: Real Name?] 】

[Jakson Liu: Hahaha, I'm afraid]

Zhou Yan sighed, he found that these words didn't seem to have any meaning, it felt like they were randomly screenshotted on some chat software, and they were incoherent.

What's even more ridiculous is that some of the words have been scribbled with black pens by some people.

For example, there is a person named [Yang Yang Yang Yang Yangyang], and the text behind him is: Nonsense: What happened before ████, ███████ book █ but big ███ consciousness - ██████ this ███, the humble usurper ███ wrote a ██ on ███, leading ███......

I couldn't understand this damn thing, and I painted it, Zhou Yan rubbed the black ink on it with his hand, and found that it couldn't be rubbed off at all.

In desperation, Zhou Yan flipped back again, and found that the last line of words was [Nine Wind Dragon Clan: Ah this]

The rest of it is all blank.

Zhou Yan picked up the book again and shook it, and confirmed that there was nothing in the book.

In general, it's just a pile of waste paper......

In this way, Zhou Yan no longer wasted time reading those strange words, he closed the book, and his eyes fell on the author column again.

【Fat melon】......

Looking at the two words on the cover, Zhou Yan felt that he should be in deep thought, but it was embarrassing that he didn't know what he should be pondering.

Before crossing by himself, the owner of this body seemed to have some kind of schizophrenia, and kept saying that he was a fat melon.

Unfortunately, no one knew who [Fat Melon] was at that time.

But now Zhou Yan knows that this [fat melon] is a writer nine times out of ten.

At least this "Detective Cultivation Manual" was written by him.

Zhou Yan touched the cover of the book again, this texture should not be made by someone who is idle and hurts at home, but by the publishing house with a specific machine.

But..... Since it is a book, why is there a bunch of inexplicable words in it?

Could it be that this is a defective product?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan looked at the inner and outer cover pages of the book again, and found that it was ...... The book does not indicate which company it is. It was as if there was a mistake in the printing, resulting in the wrong printing of all the contents, but the manufacturer did not find out, so he directly attached the cover and began to sell.

Well...... When you think about it, it seems to make sense.

So why is this book in prison? Was it brought in by the previous prisoner?

Well, if that's the case, then the last prisoner was also very tragic, bringing in a book, only to find out that it was a defective product.

Well, anyway, for the time being, it explains why the content of the book is so confusing.

Then then, there are two questions left.

One of them is...... When I was mentally ill before, why did I keep saying that I was a fat melon, and what does this have to do with the author of this book?

The second is ...... Where the hell was this book hidden? There's no place to hide books on the ceiling

Regarding the first question, Zhou Yan gave an answer very hastily.

He felt that he must have read the book written by this [Fat Melon] before, and when he was sick, he happened to confuse himself with the Fat Melon.

However, why did he read Fatty Gourd's book, and the previous prisoner in this cell also happened to have read Fatty Gourd's book?

Is it just a coincidence?

emmm..... That's a bit far-fetched.

Or is Fatty Melon a very famous writer who has read his books by almost everyone?

That's not right, if the fat melon is very famous, when he is sick, those doctors can't all know who the [fat melon] is.

It seems that all the speculations are not valid.

"Then let's think differently...... Find out what you have in common with the previous prisoner. ”

Zhou Yan muttered to himself, and in the next second, he found the answer.

The biggest thing he and this prisoner have in common is that they are both locked up in this prison.

Thinking along these lines, there seems to be a reasonable explanation for the problem.

Maybe a few months ago, this prison bought a batch of books, even the inmates need to read, this is normal.

And in this batch of books, there are many, many books written by fat melons.

The reason is probably that ....... [Fat Melon] wrote a very bad book and did not sell well, so the publisher simply sold all of them to the prison at a low price, which just explains why there are defective products in this book. After all, they are all books that can't be sold, and who would bother to check the quality.

Tsk, when I think about it, it seems to be explained smoothly.

Zhou Yan nodded, seemingly satisfied.

......

In fact, the above series of assumptions have no basis, Zhou Yan only used a few minutes to give a reasonable explanation out of thin air, and it is amazing to be able to justify itself.

He didn't know that if the nonsense just now was explained by a noun, it would be called [utopian reasoning]. To explain it in more detail, it is necessary for the reasoner to use the scarce clues to construct a complete line of events.

This ability may not sound so cool, but it is difficult to accomplish in such a short period of time without professional training.

Of course, Zhou Yan didn't know that he still had this ability, and he didn't care.

Now there is one last question before him.

So where was this book hidden?

He lay down on the bed and let his head sink into the pillow.

Looking at the ceiling without any decoration, I thought...... Pondering......

After a while~

", I can't think of it, sleep!"

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