We sent the corpse to Fan Shuang, and then we were chased and killed by the mysterious man in black, until now fifteen people were seriously injured, and the whole process happened very fast, so fast and fast, that people didn't have time to think.

It was only at this point that I was able to settle down and think carefully about what was going on.

Li Damin's shadow lingered in my mind, and I vaguely felt that the whole thing had a lot to do with him.

The fifteen people said two words, and they fell into a groggy sleep. I was worried about looking at him, what to do now, I was supposed to leave when the bracelet was in hand, but it was difficult to make this decision at this moment.

Li Damin kept saying that I had blind spots in my thinking, and it was only then that I really felt it.

If the whole thing was a plot planned by Li Damin when compiling it, it stands to reason that Fifteen People should have died in Fan Shuang's villa, but because of my existence, the whole thing has a butterfly effect. I rescued the fifteenth people, which is equivalent to fighting against Li Damin, preventing him from killing the fifteenth self and preventing our goal from being completed.

I walked back and forth around my bedside, confused and unsure of what to do.

At this time, it was pouring rain outside, and the cold air penetrated through the cracks in the window, and the cold in the house was soon overwhelming. I closed the curtains and curled up on the couch, my mind was heavy, I felt sleepy but couldn't sleep, and I tossed for a long time before I fell asleep.

The next day I got up early in the morning, rubbed my eyes and got off the sofa, and walked to the side of the bed to see the fifteen people, which was a big start, the fifteen people were still asleep, his face changed, as if he had matured a lot, and became thirty or forty years old, with the vicissitudes of a middle-aged person.

"Fifteen people." I called his name.

Fifteen people slowly opened their eyes, saw me, and smiled softly.

I asked him if he thought he was okay.

Fifteen people moved, and sat up on their own, "I did my luck last night," he was a little melancholy, his eyes were slightly confused, "spit out such a thing." He pointed under the bed.

I glanced at it, and I was in a cold sweat, and there was a bright red blood clot on the ground.

"I use the exercises that my grandfather taught," he said, "to force out the internal injuries that have been stagnant in my body into blood clots." ”

"So, you're all right?" I asked softly.

Fifteen people looked at me, their eyes full of sadness, "How can it be okay, I paid the price, that is, I have aged ten years." ”

My throat rattled, and Fifteen nodded, "I'm sure you saw it." He took a deep breath and got off the bed, and I was about to help him, when he waved his hand: "Lin Cong, I know you were very entangled last night, walking around, I know you want to kill me." Thankfully, you chose to sleep, and we can continue to be friends. ”

My tears filled my eyes, my eyes were red all over, and I sniffed: "Look at what you said, how could I kill you?" ”

Fifteen people recovered a lot, and with strength in their bodies, they staggered to the bathroom. There was a sound of rushing water inside, and he briefly washed himself and walked out.

"Tell me what kind of author I am." He said in a calm tone.

It is necessary to let him know that "the author who created you is an otaku and an Internet street writer." "I described Chu Qiang's image again.

Fifteen people smiled bitterly: "I have been heroic all my life, but I didn't expect that the person who created me was a worthless otaku." What do you think he's thinking next? ”

"The idea is very simple," I said, "he wants to write you as the protagonist, bless you with the halo of the protagonist, you grow step by step, pretend to be a slap in the face, smile proudly, and finally become famous, not only found grandpa, but also hugged the beauty." ”

Fifteen people leaned back on the sofa tiredly and rubbed their eyes: "I still have such a brilliant life, hehe...... However, the trajectory of life does not seem to go according to the plan. ”

I was silent for a moment, then looked up and said resolutely, "Someone is tampering with your story." ”

Fifteen people looked at me with blazing eyes, "I'm afraid that's why you're looking for me." ”

"I don't want to do anything to you," I said, "I'm good friends with the man who tampered with your life, but I'm friends with you, and I don't know what to do." ”

"Can you tell me why he tampered with my story?"

I was silent for a long time and looked at him, "Fifteen people, you are a gentleman, don't lie to a gentleman, I don't want to lie to you, don't ask the reason here, I can't say a word or two." All in all, he's going to kill you. ”

Fifteen people stood up with difficulty, I went over to help him, he waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to, staggered to the table and poured a glass of water, "I know you're embarrassed, you can go now." He looked back at me, "We're still friends, we're still brothers." ”

Tears welled up in my eyes, "You recognize me as a friend? ”

Fifteen people saluted me with a glass of water: "Lin Cong, you are a frank person, I am willing to be friends and brothers with you." We do not belong to the same world, as the saying goes, people and ghosts have different paths, and separation is inevitable. However, it is not too fast to have such an experience of living and dying together. When you go back, tell that friend that you want to kill me, you can! I'll do whatever it takes! ”

He drained the water in one gulp, picked up his coat from his chair, took a deep breath, and strode out.

I hurried over and asked him where he was.

"Go to Fan Shuang's villa." He said.

I was taken aback and didn't understand what I was doing there.

Fifteen people smiled faintly: "I can't hide, if that tamperer wants to kill me, I will never be able to dodge, it is better to meet the sword soldiers on a narrow road, and, most importantly," he paused: "I have already guessed who the person who slapped me was." ”

"Who?" I asked.

Fifteen people showed a mysterious expression, "I won't tell you, you can only know when you go." He stopped, "Lin Cong, you don't need to go on an adventure with me. ”

I don't know what mentality to hold, so I want to follow the fifteen people all the way, first, we are friends, and second, I also want to see how he fights against Li Damin. Equivalent to mortals against God.

Out of the hotel, walking in the sun, fifteen people swept away the decline of last night, like a different person, calm and measured, strong pace, took me into the jeep together. He drove the car and ran to Fan Shuang's villa.

"I have a question," said Fifteen Min as he drove, "since that friend of yours wants to kill me, why don't you arrange a car accident to make my car break down and fall off the cliff directly, how convenient is this, why arrange someone to assassinate me." ”

I shook my head, indicating that I didn't know, Li Damin's mind was wild, and who knew what he thought.

Fifteen people suddenly said: "Lin Cong, you appeared in this fictional world, in the text you appeared, do your friends know?" ”

I was stunned, blinking and not speaking for a long time.

"Your presence is obviously interfering with the progress of the text," the fifteen people thought thoughtfully, "Perhaps, the reason why your friend didn't arrange the car accident is that you are next to me, and he doesn't want to hurt you." ”

"That's not right," I hurriedly said, "Yesterday we were chased and killed by the men in black at the villa, and they cut me down with me. ”

"Are you hurt?" Fifteen people tilted their eyes at me: "Is there any danger?" ”

I was stunned, my mind was a mess, and I was speechless for a while.

In other words," the fifteen people squinted and analyzed, "the author's view of the world is not a one-sided input. Many plots in the text world are also influencing his train of thought, and they are fed back. ”

The speed of the car was very fast, and from time to time the wind blew in through the cracks in the unclosed windows, and the fifteen people had unkempt hair and firm eyes. I looked a little stunned, his expression and state at this moment actually looked like Li Damin, very like.

"What do you see me doing?" Fifteen civilians swept me out of the corner of their eyes.

"Nothing." I withdrew my gaze.

At this time, it was not far from getting off the highway, and it was getting closer and closer to Fan Shuang's villa, we stopped talking, and the air in the car was so condensed that it seemed to be able to wring out water, and it was terrifyingly depressing.

The car came to the villa area and drove all the way to the door of Fan Shuang's house.

"We should go in the backyard." I say.

Fifteen people parked the car, pulled out the car key, and said: "If the author is really the God who created this world, it is useless for us to sneak in, he already knows, but it seems that we are petty." ”

He led me to the gate and slammed it a few times.

Who knew that the door would open as soon as it was touched, and the "squeak" opened the crack. The two of us looked at each other, and the fifteen people pushed the door in, and I followed behind.

The courtyard was empty, no sound could be heard, no human figure could be seen, and the place seemed to have been deserted for a long time.

Fifteen people walked in front and shouted loudly: "Friend, you don't have to hide your head and show your tail, I know everything about you, don't you just want to kill me?" I'm fifteen in front of you, I can kill if I want, it's up to you to see if you can kill it......"

Before he finished speaking, a person slowly walked out of the room, dressed in black, wearing a black mask, thundering, and the aura exuded by his body was like an abyss.

As soon as this person came out, although he didn't show up, I immediately judged that he must be the one who slapped the fifteen people yesterday, and he couldn't hide what black clothes he wore with this bearing.

Fifteen people stopped, stood not far away, and stared deeply at the black-clothed master opposite.

I crept up behind the fifteen people, "This is the one who hit you yesterday." ”

Fifteen people nodded: "I know, it's him." He raised his voice: "You can take the mask off, I know who you are." ”

The man didn't speak, stared at us.

"You're my grandfather." Fifteen people said in a calm tone.