Martin put down his pen and dried his handwriting against the letter. Fearing that he would not be able to write on the letterhead, he wrote all the words very small.

"This story should be called 'scary', you know, when I was a little kid, I was scared a lot." Martin sighed as he looked at the handwriting.

The predecessor of this story is the masterpiece of a great writer in his previous life, but because it is too long, Martin does not remember many details, so he adapted some of the original work.

When he saw the "horror story" in the letter, the first thing that came to his mind was this thriller short story that left a psychological shadow on his young mind, and it was only fitting to dedicate it to the "Queen".

"Whether it's a queen or a princess, it shouldn't be difficult for this story to make a deep impression."

He read the full text again, nodded in satisfaction, and slipped the letter into the mailbox next to him.

Behind him, Hithian was standing stunned, dumbfounded.

"You... Have you really done anything like this? ”

Martin heard a girl's voice behind him.

"You're awake." Martin put down the letter and smiled, "How does it feel?" ”

"It's been a long time since I've slept so soundly." Si'an unconsciously took a half step back and asked again, "Is what you just wrote true?" ”

Martin was stunned for a moment, then understood, he pointed to the mailbox next to him, and asked, "This?" ”

Xixian nodded, her hands clasped in front of her chest, looking nervous and defensive.

Martin smiled calmly: "Of course not. He thought for a moment and added:

"I heard this from an old man in my hometown."

"The old man? Where is your hometown? Xixian continued to ask.

"Uh......" Martin was stopped by the question that almost every traverser had ever been asked.

"It's a long way away, anyway." He sloppily sloppied.

Xixian blinked after hearing this, but still did not let go of his defensive hands.

Martin saw her like this, and understood that his arguments did not convince her, and he was about to start explaining the ins and outs to her.

But just as he was about to begin, he found himself unable to explain.

Because there is nothing to prove that what he says is true.

Whether it's a dream conversation, a "Hand of Glory" card, or the Queen's command, either it doesn't exist in reality or it's gone.

He hugged his head, thinking about something that would prove that he wasn't lying.

And when Xixian saw him holding his head, she immediately remembered the "detective" in that story, the man who used an axe to split the wall where his wife's body was hidden, and the sense of confusion and madness conveyed in that story began to gnaw at her sanity.

What Hithian didn't notice was that because of Martin's presence, her emotions were amplified again, and her heart began to pound violently, faster and faster.

She thought back to what had happened today, the ability to deceive people, and the elegant lady in front of her was actually a man, once a xenomorph......

Then she took another step back, and her body began to tremble a little.

There was an eerie silence in the room.

...

"Dah."

A slight sound came from the green box on the table, like a new letter had just been dropped into the mailbox.

Martin heard the voice and turned around and pulled out a piece of letter from it.

On the same piece of paper before, the dense text he wrote had all disappeared, and was replaced by some simple flowery characters.

"The story... Not bad. ”

Martin recognized that it was still the same font as before, and that it should have been written by the same person, but unlike the previous dashing Lianyi, this time the sentences were choppy, and some of the strokes between the words were unnaturally broken.

"Tell me one more, the one that's going to be a little more lively this time."

The writer on the other side made another request.

And below this sentence, there is a line of small additional words, the handwriting is sloppy, as if there are traces of smearing, as if it has been erased and then rewritten.

"It's about proms, food, whatever."

Martin looked at the reply letter and exhaled softly.

Finally there was something to back up what he said.

He began to explain to Hixian, who went from clenching his hands to slowly loosening them, then drooping down naturally, and walked up to Martin again, looking at the apparently different handwriting on the letter in his hand.

"If you really created this story, then you are—" Hithian paused, and she couldn't seem to find the right words to describe Martin who wrote all this crazy stuff.

"Scholars." Xixian added.

"A... Mystical scholars. She didn't seem to want to use the word "weird."

"I didn't really create it, I just changed a few things." Martin was a little embarrassed.

Xixian just nodded in response to him, she still felt that what Martin said was a pretext, after all, he had no way to explain the so-called "old man" and "hometown" in detail.

Martin smiled helplessly, and stopped quibbling.

He picked up the letter, thought for a moment, and then began to reply.

"I'd love to tell you one more story. But at the moment my situation may not allow me to write another one. ”

Martin realizes it's time to get back to business, and now that this one has caught the Queen's attention, who knows if she'll buy it next time.

Besides, he had no idea about the next story at all, and he didn't know what to write about.

"Writing is such a difficult thing." Martin couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm stuck in a place right now, and I'm here asking for your help, I hope you can help me get out."

"If it happens, I'm willing to give you the most hilarious story I can think of, and you'll have my sincerest gratitude."

Martin racked his brains and began to list words, wanting to make the queen on the other side feel his sincerity.

He looked at Xixi'an, who was observing next to him, and asked her, "Do you have any suggestions, can we go out and read this letter?" ”

Cician blushed a little as she looked at the letter written by Martin, as a former princess, she had never written in this tone, not even in this tone.

She shook her head, indicating that there was nothing she could do.

Martin pursed his lips, "So be it." He couldn't think of anything pretty, he knew that he should have asked the middle-aged man in his dream more clearly last time.

"Also, although it is presumptuous, can I know your name so that I can communicate later. You can call me Martin. ”

With this done, he slipped the letter into his mailbox once more, and began to wait for a reply with Sialian.

After this series of contacts, he became more familiar with Xixian, and he didn't know what psychology it was, so he began to tell her in detail about what he had experienced in the past two days, the giant dog, the fish soup, the mirror, the crazy servant, the dream, and so on.

"As you say." At Martin's behest, Chian began to abandon the term "you" in favor of the more egalitarian and intimate "you."

"Tomorrow, what will you become?"

She seemed a little worried.

"I don't know." Martin said honestly.

"I hope it's still human." He also had a faint sense of concern.

"Dah."

The two didn't know how to continue chatting, and at this moment, another crisp voice came from the mailbox.

Martin hurriedly took out the letter from it, and he knew that the hope of getting out lay in this thin piece of paper.

I saw that the letter paper was scribbled and elegantly written:

"No problem."

"But you'll have to tell me a hilarious story."

"As for the name...... You can call me ..."

"Her Majesty."