When I regained consciousness again and opened my eyes, I found myself lying in a hospital room, a separate VIP room to be exact.

There were a number of instruments attached to my body, apparently an intensive care unit, and just as I was sitting up, the door opened and a nurse walked in.

"Mr. Su, you're finally awake! I've been in a coma for more than four months, what a miracle! If so, can you sign me? I want to be the first fan of your book to get an autograph. All right? The nurse rushed to me, handed me a pen and a book, and stared at me expectantly.

"Signature? Why should I sign this book? This is not a book I wrote...... Hey! How is my name? ......"I was surprised to glance at the cover, the title of the book was "Black Angels", although it was a little familiar, but I knew that I had not written this book, so I naturally refused.

But when I accidentally saw the author's name on the cover, I was shocked that it was actually my name - Su Feiyang!

So I didn't continue to talk about it halfway through, because the moment I saw the author's name, I instinctively turned the first page, and sure enough, there was a brief introduction to the author, and if I looked closely, it was really me.

It reads: Su Feiyang, 27 years old, originally from Shanghai, graduated from the Chinese Department of Xi'an Jiaotong University. On November 11, 2015, he was also kidnapped after giving the police the name of a girl who had been kidnapped by a terrorist organization, and was also held in a cave where the girl was trapped. At the last minute of the three-hour agreement of the terrorist organization, he successfully rescued the girl Feng Juanjuan, completely dissolving the conspiracy to blackmail the government into releasing five members of the terrorist organization. However, he himself was unconscious due to severe lack of oxygen to the brain, and during his hospitalization, he suddenly woke up after five days of complete coma, and in the case of complete amnesia, it took only a month to write a novel called "Black Prison Angel". After writing this novel, he again fell into a coma inexplicably. After that, the novel was bought out by the largest Phoenix Publishing House in China, and was officially published and distributed simultaneously around the world within three months. In the month leading up to its release, it had reached nearly 50 million copies of the global pre-order for online advertising alone, making it one of the best-selling long-form mystery novels of all time. (Note: The author of this book, Su Feiyang, is still in a deep coma before the official printing, and I hope that all readers who like this novel can pray for him and wish him to wake up soon.) )

After reading the author's introduction, I casually flipped through a few pages of content, and suddenly I became even more stunned, and suddenly I felt a tingling in my mind, and I couldn't help but lower my head and close my eyes and rest for a while, I felt that a lot of lost memories came back to my mind again, and I also understood the ins and outs.

It turned out that the two policemen I opened the door that day were impersonated by a terrorist organization, and then I was stunned by a poison needle and was imprisoned in the cave where Feng Juanjuan was trapped, and after we experienced a series of unbelievable life and death tribulations, we finally escaped before the oxygen in the cave was completely exhausted.

Probably because of the severe lack of oxygen in the brain, although I survived, I completely lost my memory, so that I didn't even know my parents at all.

It wasn't until today, half a year later, that I woke up and gradually recovered all my memories, and I realized that I, who had always been unknown, actually wrote a suspense novel that sold all over the world during the period of amnesia. What surprised me even more was that in the months that I had been in a coma after writing the novel, the novel had been officially published.

Since I graduated from university, I have also written a lot of short stories, novellas and novels, although I make a living by writing, and I also love words, but I have never written a very sensational work, and I never thought that I could publish my own novels in the best place in the country in a short period of time.

When I opened my eyes again and looked at the real new book in front of me, and smelled the unique scent of paper and ink in the new book, I knew that it had really been published.

It's just that only I know that although the plot of this novel seems unbelievable and breathtaking, the content told in it is not fictional, but completely real, and it is the most real personal experience of me and Feng Juanjuan.

It's so real that as long as I close my eyes, the pictures corresponding to those plots will appear very clearly in my mind, but I also know that all this, no matter how real it is, is just my fiction in the eyes of the world.

"Yang'er, are you awake? Don't think too much, you've been in a coma for too long, your brain can't be stimulated anymore, come, drink some water, and get some good sleep. "Just as I was staring at the new book in my hand and falling into memory, my mother's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Mom, you're here. My memory is all back, the book she gave me is really ......" I pointed to the nurse, picked up the book and flipped to a page casually, pointing to the contents and said excitedly to my mother.

"Of course you really wrote it, come, listen to your mother, sleep well, your mother will accompany you." My mother interrupted me abruptly, took the book from my hand and returned it to the nurse, and then hinted with her eyes that I should not continue.

I originally wanted to say that the content of the book was really my own experience, but after my mother interrupted me, deliberately misinterpreted my meaning, just admitted that the book was really written by me, and stopped me with her eyes, I naturally understood that she did not want me to tell the truth in front of outsiders.

So, I pretended to be tired and lay down again, and then my mother asked the nurse to stay at the door so that no one would come in and disturb me, and the nurse nodded and agreed, and before leaving, she took the book and looked at me regretfully before reluctantly leaving.

After hearing the footsteps of the nurse in the distance and the sound of the ward door closing, I quickly sat up again and asked eagerly: "Mom, why can I write such a real novel when I once had amnesia, and the content in it is completely the most real experience of me and Feng Juanjuan, what is going on?" Feng Juanjuan is your most proud student, who is she? I asked her in the cave and she said she couldn't tell me without your consent. ”

"Yang'er, Mom does have something to hide from you, but now is not the best time to tell you. You just need to know that from now on and never mentioning this book to anyone again is your real experience. If a reporter interviews you, you must insist that it is based on an illusory dream, otherwise it will bring you unnecessary trouble, and even your life is in danger. Mother said with a solemn expression.

"But...... All right. I know. By the way, where is Feng Juanjuan now? Is everything okay with her? I was a little reluctant to continue to ask, but when I saw my mother's resolute eyes, I had to give up, so I asked about Feng Juanjuan's situation again.

"Are you embarrassed to mention her? I was angry when I thought of this, you actually lied to me that her brother was only slightly injured, after you made up this story on the phone that day, I believed it to be true, and specially called her mother, in addition to telling her that Feng Juanjuan was with you, but also told her the story of the two of you. As a result, she angrily told me that her son was dead, and only then did she know that you had killed him. He also said that he wouldn't even think about this family business in the future. My mother glared at me angrily and said.

"Mom, I was wrong. At that time, I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable if you knew that Feng Juanjuan deliberately avoided the blind date, so I made up a story based on my personal experience, but I didn't expect that she was actually the online friend I have always liked. It was at that moment that I realized that the boy I had indirectly killed was her brother. After that, she ran away in a fit of rage, but she was arrested by a terrorist organization. By the way, Mom, why would a terrorist organization arrest an ordinary girl as a bargaining chip with the government? As far as I know, Feng Juanjuan's family background is very ordinary? I said helplessly, thinking of Feng Juanjuan's contradictory eyes that day when she loved and hated me. At the end of the day, I thought it was a little strange.

"Since she was kidnapped by a terrorist organization and successfully rescued by you, many netizens on the Internet have conducted doxing searches on you and her, and her life story has been exposed. Do you know why she took her mother's last name? Because her current father is not her biological father, as for her biological father, even Feng Juanjuan's mother can't say clearly, it seems that he has a great background, and his identity is extremely mysterious. I suspect that the terrorist organization must have planned this kidnapping against her father. Mother also said with some uncertainty.

"That'...... Is she still mad at me? She's about to graduate, isn't she? "Hearing my mother say that Feng Juanjuan still doesn't even know who her father is, I feel inexplicably sad for her. also secretly swore that he would help her find out if he had the opportunity in the future.

"After she was rescued from the cave by you, she spent five days in the hospital for minor injuries before being taken back to Shanghai by her mother. Now she is still studying at Tongji University, and she is about to graduate with a master's degree and a doctorate. When she was hospitalized, she came to see you once before leaving, and spent an hour alone with you in a coma. Through the transparent viewing window, I couldn't hear what she said to you, but I could tell from her expression that she still couldn't really forgive you for killing her brother. Not long after she left, you suddenly woke up, but you had amnesia, and you didn't even recognize me and your dad. You wrote the novel a month after that, and when you finished it, you fell into a coma again. In order to take better care of you, your dad and I took you back to Shanghai, and you didn't wake up until today. Do you know how worried your dad and I have been about you for the past six months? Mother said as she recalled, her tone full of endless worry and entanglement.

"Mom, it's all an accident, it's not something you and I can control, besides, I'm not fine, don't worry. By the way, although my memory has returned, I have no memory of the month you said I wrote this novel. Why is it that I, an ordinary author who is not famous, can write a novel that is favored by the largest Phoenix publishing house in the country and is distributed worldwide? How much of a risk does this have to take, doesn't it seem like common sense? I gently shook my mother's hand and comforted me, and when I thought of Phoenix Press, I voiced my doubts.