I think of Chu Qiang's plot. He wrote a writer at the beginning, also named Chu Qiang, a fictional character who, like himself, is a reluctant street.

The fictional Chu Qiang was wandering around the mountains one day, and accidentally bumped into a dilapidated temple, picked up a pair of red chopsticks in the temple, and took them back to the hotel. The next morning, I found my laptop open, and there was an article on it, not written by him.

It's another story.

At this moment, Chu Qiang unfolded his palm to show me, and he picked up a pair of red chopsticks. I didn't speak, my brain was a little confused, "What do you mean?" ”

Chu Qiang's hands and feet trembled with excitement: "Brother Lin, don't you understand, what I wrote has come true!" ”

"I don't quite understand."

"In what I wrote, Chu Qiang was also wandering in the mountains, and then picked up red chopsticks in a temple. Brother Lin, the plot I wrote has happened. This pair of chopsticks is proof of this. He spoke like a cannon.

I breathed a sigh of relief, his manic state was like a bite, it turned out to be because of this.

I walked over and patted him on the shoulder with confidence: "Chu Qiang, what you wrote is a little stunned, there are red chopsticks in the plot, and you see red chopsticks in reality, then yours will come true?" How ridiculous. I knew that you had this ability, how good it would be to write that you are the heir of a rich man, a huge fortune fell from the sky, and hundreds of millions of dollars were smashed on your head, and you would not have to worry about anything for the rest of your life. ”

Chu Qiang scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously: "Brother Lin, don't laugh, I have other evidence." ”

He stood up from the threshold, his body shook a little, and I hurriedly supported him, "Chu Qiang, why don't you rest first, and after resting, let's find a mountain road back." "I looked at the inner hall of the temple, and it was quiet all around, except for the voices of the two of us, and the voices were cold and dry, empty and strange.

I was a little scared and said softly, "Chu Qiang, don't you think this place is weird?" It was very uncomfortable to stay. When you're rested, let's leave. ”

Chu Qiang's face turned a sickly red because of being overly excited, "Brother Lin, you don't know, I have a bold conjecture." This temple may have been built for me. ”

"What do you mean?" I wondered.

Chu Qiang's breathing became more and more rapid: "My Li mentioned the temple, and it appeared here." Where we are now may well be the entrance to the intersection of the real world and the world, a junction! ”

I looked at him blankly and said word by word, "You're crazy, you're crazy." This temple is estimated to have been built for hundreds of years, built for you? I didn't have you back then. ”

Chu Qiang said: "Brother Lin, don't raise the bar. In this world, every object has a mission and can be connected to a specific person. The temple was built so that I could see it hundreds of years later. ”

"Don't talk about it," I quickly interrupted, "I sound a little scared. ”

Chu Qiang looked me up and down, and smiled: "Brother Lin, are you so daring?" I'll show you another piece of evidence in a moment, and you're going to be scared to death. ”

I came up with a burst of fire, and the chill just now was relieved a lot, but I want to see how he can play. I asked what else.

Chu Qiang stepped into the inner hall with one leg, his two legs were injured, and he walked like a rickety duck. I followed, along the way.

The shrine of the inner hall is empty, I don't know whether there is no Buddha statue at all or there is no later, the surroundings are quiet, the support pillar is surrounded by a thick yellow cloth, on which some incomprehensible patterns are depicted, the colors are strange, very strange.

The pillars and drapes were blocked, and the back part of the inner hall was not really bright, and I saw Chu Qiang walking in, so I had to follow.

When he got to the back, the light dimmed, and there were heavy shadows on the ground, Chu Qiang pointed to a corner, "Brother Lin, look there." ”

The corner of the wall was dark, but barely recognizable, and there were three broken bowls on the floor, with water in them. It was too dark, and the water at the bottom of the bowl was black, and it looked like an abyss.

I asked what it was.

Chu Qiang's face seemed to be jumping in every pore, and he was almost crazy, "Brother Lin, do you remember the young man named Li Damin in me?" ”

"Yes." I said, "Li Damin is a Taoist and learns from his grandfather. Later, his grandfather disappeared, he wanted to take a job to earn money, once helped the rich woman find his daughter, came to a ruined temple, and when he was looking for someone, he raised an altar. ”

"What is the name of that altar, do you remember?" Chu Qiang asked eagerly.

"It's called Chopsticks Fairy, isn't it?" I said, "I remember that you asked me and Li Bai at that time, had you ever heard of this kind of Taoism. ”

"Yes, yes," Chu Qiang looked like he was about to cry excitedly: "Brother Lin, look at these things in the corner, three bowls of water." The red chopsticks are found here. This is the formation of chopsticks fairy. ”

"Wait, wait," I was a little confused: "You mean there are people here who also make chopsticks?" ”

"Yes!" Chu Qiang scratched his ears and cheeks excitedly: "Brother Lin, all the plots I wrote have appeared here." Li Damin, who is also the protagonist of my book, set up the altar to make chopsticks fairy in order to divinate the whereabouts of the rich woman's daughter. Look at it, it's all here! ”

"What do you mean," I said, "that your Li Damin is indeed a person?" He's right here? ”

"Yes!" Chu Qiang nodded: "I don't know if he's here now, but I'm sure he's been here!" These are the things he left behind. ”

I made a gesture for him not to speak yet. Chu Qiang knew that I wanted to clear the relationship inside, and looked at me eagerly and did not bother.

Strictly speaking, Chu Qiang is a method of multiple writing, similar to Inception, where the structure is layered downward.

It is not complicated to understand, his story has only two layers, the first layer is that the writer Chu Qiang accidentally picked up a pair of red chopsticks in the mountains, and the second layer is the background introduction and experience of Li Damin, the owner of the red chopsticks. Li Damin looked for someone and set up a chopsticks fairy in the mountain temple with red chopsticks.

Strictly speaking, there are three floors here, and there is an outer layer outside the story, that is, Chu Qiang's real world, and he created this story.

Judging from the current situation, we have come from the outermost real world to the first layer of the story, and in an inexplicable mountain temple, we have found the remnants of red chopsticks and chopsticks fairy.

If, what I said was, Chu Qiang's conjecture was correct, and the plot he wrote did happen in reality, then Li Damin also did exist.

This Li Damin is the one we took the code name of Fifteen People.

Regarding the fifteen people, Li Damin and I had a conjecture at the beginning, the fifteen people are just a fictional character, as long as they write him to death in it, he will really die, and our mission will be completed.

But now that I look at it this way, things are a little intriguing, the fifteen people are not fictional characters, he exists alive, even if Li Damin finishes writing and writes the fifteen people to death, it seems to be useless, he is still alive in the real world.

Clarifying the logical relationship here, there is now one of the most important questions, all the inferences at present are all hypothetical, and whether this is the case or not remains to be verified.

I touched my chin and said slowly: "With just a pair of red chopsticks and three bowls, the plot you said has been realized, and Li Damin also exists...... This inference is not rigorous. ”

"yes, I know it's not rigorous." Chu Qiang said: "But I have a way to verify it. ”

I originally wanted to leave, so I quickly took Chu Qiang and left, but now things are becoming more and more mysterious, and it is related to the task and purpose of coming here, no matter how tired and uncomfortable I am, I have to stay and find out.

I asked him what he could do.

Chu Qiang skimmed his legs and walked towards the backyard of the inner sanctum, asking me to follow. I had to follow behind. Going out through the back door, we reached the last courtyard.

The yard is not big, only about 100 square meters, and there are a few trees planted in the corner, which have fallen into decay, and only dead branches remain. There is an old well in the middle of the yard, I don't know how many years, the stones along the well have collapsed several times, and the cracks in the stones are covered with dark green moss, and the mouth of the well is deep and black, which makes people feel cold.

"Brother Lin, there is only one way to prove everything I said," Chu Qiang clasped his hands tightly, "There is such a plot in mine, Li Damin went down to a dry well through a rope in order to find the daughter of a rich woman, and then found the body of the little girl at the bottom of the well. ”

"I remember," I nodded, "at that time, I still questioned you, how to find the rope in the deep mountains and old forests." ”

"Yes, yes." Chu Qiang pointed to the well in the backyard: "If my guesses are correct, then there will be a little girl's body at the bottom of this well!" ”

I wiped my face, and fine beads of sweat oozed from my forehead, but I didn't take this cavity.

Chu Qiang said: "I wrote that the little girl's corpse was dressed in red, do you remember." ”

I said yes.

Chu Qiang was very excited and said, "Brother Lin, as long as I go down to the bottom of the well and find that corpse, you can admit that what I wrote is true." ”

I was stunned and stunned for a long time before I said, "It seems to be such a reason." ”

Chu Qiang pouted his legs and came to the mouth of the well with difficulty, looking down tremblingly. At this point, an idea popped into my head and I realized that something was most wrong with the whole thing.