Rune knew that Marshall was very interested in the book, and immediately picked it up and shoved it into the girl's hand. As if he had forgotten something, he said: "This book will not point you to any maze or show you any path, all I can do is to look back at the past." ”

"I don't know...... What do you mean by what you say. Marshall took the book, turned the first page, and saw a few handwritten black letters on the header of the booklet, "The Story of the Cup Country."

"All novels, plays, and other kinds of art forms only look to the past." "And now, and in the future, it's a thing that people should go." The future in the story is only the future of the past, not the real future. And as a writer, I'm just writing down the things that happened to a person on my desk. Because of this, the traces of time, the traces of people, can remain on the paper. The traces of the future will never appear in words, and if there is, it is the grace of God, an oracle that belongs to Dharma. After that, he inexplicably surrendered to Merlin with a sly gaze, which made Merlin a little incredible.

Does he really know everything? He even knew the book I had gotten from Merlin Sanctuary...... Who the hell is he? The Oracle of Didama...... If what is said in the book really corresponds to the future, then this book really has to do with God, about Didama!

The more Merlin thought about it, the more surprised he became, if that was the case, would he be able to get the answer from this book? Or is the book just a lie to him...... According to [the writer], the future in the book is only the future of the past...... What the hell is going on?

"Merlin." Rune said suddenly, Merlin subconsciously turned his head, and the [writer] smiled triumphantly like a child, "Although the book in your hand can provide you with a lot of help, you are still you, not the possible existence in the book. Whether it's doing nothing, being a hero saving the world, or walking in the world as a liar, it's all about your possibilities, and you need to think about what you have to do. ”

Marshall already had doubts about Merlin's true identity, after all, no normal person would hide himself inexplicably when he entered school, let alone be so wary. Although he seems to be a very ordinary person, in the class, she is the only one who knows that Merlin has a very terrifying existence in his body. It was Erin's warning to him, and now that she was finally able to contact more information, Merlin's impression of her was gradually connected.

She couldn't help but be a little excited, and her affection for Merlin had risen instead of decreasing, because she had a feeling of a friend after a long absence. After all, to be friends, you always have to know something that other people don't know!

And Merlin in Marshall's eyes was a little emotional on the one hand, but wary on the other. For this kind of self-declaration of identity, he really doesn't know what to do. Because he has never made friends since he was a child, his views on friends are a little extreme.

"You should make some friends." The writer lifted Erlang's legs and said to Merlin, "You haven't considered her a friend yet. ”

Marshall frowned, apparently trusting [the writer's] words, and said angrily, "What? We've known each other for so long! ”

"Maybe......" Merlin sighed, "but I'll do my best." ”

"What does it mean to do your best!" Marshall was dissatisfied, "You'll be lonely without friends!" ”

Rune clapped his hands and laughed: "Haha! You're right! So, my task today is actually to match the two of you as friends, right? It's not bad, it's not bad! Of course, I have to do more than that, after all, you are the lucky ones who entered the Art Street. Proper counsel is also necessary. ”

"And you, Marshall, the series of troubles that your family has brought to you, on the one hand, is your motivation to move forward, and on the other hand, it is also a cage that binds you, let go of some prejudices, and live a little easier, there is nothing bad, right?"

"Don't you have a lot of things you haven't told me...... "Merlin whispered aggrievedly, "we haven't told each other anything about ourselves." ”

"That's ......," Marshall thought for a moment, and it was indeed the same truth.

"Everyone has their own way of living, and you can't easily scold a person who looks stupid for being stupid, and you can't easily scold a person who looks mediocre for being mediocre. Aren't you stupid, not mediocre? [The writer] was clearly interested in the conversation, "but it's interesting that emotions are not just imposed on others. It's so weird, it's so weird! In that case, what I say to you is, on the one hand, only imposed on you. ”

"No, you have a point." Marshall said firmly, "Whether you are Marlin or Merlin, there are some things about me that I can't tell you right now, but there may be an opportunity for me to make it clear to you." I hope you'll be able to reveal your heart to me as well. ”

Merlin seemed so helpless at this time: "Uh-huh...... I'm like, sort of. ”

"Am I just [writer] trying to record some facts about the past?" "I don't think so. Everyone imposes their ideas on others all the time, and it is precisely because of this that it constitutes our path forward, the meaning of our life. I really hope that you will live happily in this world and have a deeper view of truth, goodness and beauty. ”

Although what Rune said seemed to be a misword, for some reason, both Marshall and Merlin had something to gain from it, something that made them less tired. As children, their first priority should be growth, and if this basic purpose cannot be achieved, what can we talk about? Friendship is an important part of growing up, and without true friends, Merlin's heart is incomplete.

Although there is room for each other, as friends, it is enough to know that "room for each other" is enough, isn't it? Merlin and Marshall, under the guidance of [the writer], finally understood this advice, and the relationship between the two may have grown. Although Merlin bowed his head and was silent, he knew that the little girl in front of him might be his first friend in life.

"Anything can be a means to maintain friendship, things that are clear, such as interest, are a means, but those things that cannot be said and cannot be put on the table can also be a means to maintain friendship. Your path will be bumpy, and I'll tell you that," said Rune, "but I'm sure you'll handle it well, on your own." ”

"Maybe." Merlin wasn't going to pack a ticket, but he had never made friends before, and he was still looking forward to trying something new. Merlin does have his own "unique" views on the matter of treating friends.

Rune couldn't help but smile bitterly: "But I have to say, Merlin, you are really weird...... At a young age, he became like he didn't care about anything...... Either way, or not...... Let's hope we can see each other again in the future, no one can tell the trick of fate, can we? I think I had a lot of friends back then......"

The elderly writer waved his hand, and Merlin and Marshall couldn't help but slide out of his room. The road in the alley was strangely lengthened and arbitrarily shortened. Between the stars and the stars, suddenly the world was separated, and there was a gray wall in front of me. But their memories tell them that they have gone through a very wonderful journey, a journey that is unreasonable, but constantly reverie.

Is this journey beautiful? Maybe. But whether it is beautiful or not, in the end, it is still the embodiment of emotion, leaving mottled traces in one's heart. But for the two, this friendship of trust built in distrust is the most important thing they have gained in Art Street.

"You seem to be hiding a lot from me." Marshall crossed his waist and said with some disbelief, "I'll give you a tutor for Yaris History!" ”

Merlin also blushed: "Aren't you the same...... What is your family like? ”

"I'm so hungry, let's go eat." Marshall tilted his head and began to change the subject.

"Okay."

"Will you tell me about you?"

"Maybe, but don't get your hopes up."

"As for me, I said, 'Maybe, but don't have a lot of hope.'"

Merlin smiled, smiling happily, I didn't expect it to feel good to have friends. Perhaps, maybe he could really confide in this girl named Marshall one day. When his heart was pierced by a sharp nail all the time, he strangely forgot the pain. But this act of awakening pain may also be an opportunity to pull out the spikes.

And in Art Street, Rune White is sorting out the books on the shelves at home. At the bottom of the bookshelf were three crooked codexes, which were unbearable for the writer who liked to be neat.

The first book is called "The Painter", while the second is "The Sculptor", and the third is "The Musician". He never told anyone that he had written these three books. The first book is about a painter who was a man who won a house of glory when he was alive, but who suffered dementia in his old age, eventually forgot everything and burned his paintings to the ground, and he died in the fire. The second book is about a young sculptor, whose work is also extremely exquisite, and has gained a great reputation, but at the age of sixty, he went to see a dance play, and when he saw the soft dancers on the stage, he suddenly felt that all his works were not worth mentioning, and he tried desperately to capture the beauty that belonged to life, but in the end he failed, and finally gouged out his eyes and died in agony. The third book, on the other hand, is about a polarized obsessive-compulsive musician who can create music that is both extremely pleasing to the ear, slapping himself in the face with ugly words, and causing a catastrophe of nonsensical and ridiculous syllables that causes others to suffer painfully, and at the end of the story, he is stabbed to death by a mad audience member swinging a knife at him.

The length of the Art Street is shortening, and the houses belonging to the three artists gradually shrink inward, eventually overlapping with the houses of the Writers. And these three artists with rich characters are the result of the pen of [the writer], and they are also part of Rune.

"Ah...... I'm so tired......" Rune leaned back in the black leather seat and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a white, young hand put on his shoulder.

"You shouldn't say that much."

Rune chuckled, "What do you think I should say?" ”

"There's a good chance you'll be out of the favor." The owner of the hand emerged from the shadows—a long white hair dyed from a pale to dark blue-purple at the end, a slender figure tucked in a white robe, but not too thin.

"Merlin, you don't believe in yourself." Rune grimaced, and suddenly picked up the small notebook that he had shown the two of them on the table, which said about the reason why Merlin and Marshall came to Art Street, "Or ......"

"You shouldn't have known what you're talking about," said the man known as Merlin, with a blank face, "but before you died, you chose to flee into your own, eternal space. And now you're reaching out and grabbing what you shouldn't have been able to reach. You will die inexplicably, and your soul will dissipate inexplicably. ”

"No, Merlin." Rune spread out the unfinished book, casually picked up a narrow quill, dipped it in ink, and began to write, "I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, do you know why I deliberately didn't write down the work of thirty years ago?" ”

Merlin's hand on his shoulder tightened, and he said hatefully, "You're trying to touch God Himself." You madman. If you continue to write like this, you won't even be able to keep a corner of your place. ”

"I don't regret it." Rune's eyes widened and he looked feverishly at Merlin's almost dusty white cheeks, "Ever since I said that primordial demon, I understand...... What the hell am I going to do! You can't stop me, stop me from getting that answer! ”

Merlin shook his head: "This is pointless...... It's just a disaster for you, for me. ”

"I'm a selfish person, but I can't help it...... Can't help but touch the footsteps of God! Rune's voice was like a bell, "What do you think I'm helping you for?" Do you think I'll help you so simply? ”

"I know. But I can only tell you that if you do this, it will only end in tragedy. Merlin whispered, "There are only two ways to look directly at God, the first is your total destruction, and the second is the complete destruction of God. Your words have gradually become involved in something you shouldn't, and the law will annihilate you. ”

Rune's expression went crazy: "I don't care. He held up his quill pen and dipped it in the ink on the table, pointing to the clip of Merlin and Marshall entering the Art Street, the tip of the pen slowly falling.

"You, for ......" Before Merlin could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed that the touch in his hand was completely gone, and he only heard a click, and the black quill fell on the desk, and the ink slowly blurred on the manuscript.

It was only the moment the tip of the pen fell on the page, [Writer] Rune had disappeared from this world forever. Merlin frowned, pressed his forehead hard, silently endured the pain of the erasure of the memory of [the writer] in his mind. He immediately turned his head, cloudiness and clarity fighting in his eyes.

The space trembled violently, and Merlin vanished from Rune's house.

Art Street is collapsing.