Everything is within easy reach and the truth of the world is known.
Meng Ke calmed his heart.
He opened up a space in nothingness, the warm sun was just right, a teapot and two teacups were placed on a stone platform.
After brewing the tea, he turned his eyes to the opposite side of the stone platform.
There was nothing there, but Meng Ke seemed to be waiting for someone.
He knew that this day would come sooner or later, as long as the author was not a eunuch.
The passage of time has no meaning here, and everything has meaning only when that person arrives.
He was waiting, he kept reminding himself of the words.
…
suddenly,
A teenager appeared in the space, with short hair and an unremarkable appearance.
If it wasn't for Meng Ke's inability to perceive any information on this young man, and to find no connection between this young man and this world, he would have regarded this person as an ordinary person who entered here by mistake.
But Meng Ke knew that only that person could enter this space.
Under Meng Ke's gaze, the young man sat down opposite the stone platform. He skillfully picked up the teacup and drank it, and then slowly filled himself up again.
The indescribable old-fashioned attitude gives people the feeling of old rural cadres in the last century.
This seems a little awkward at the age of a teenager.
A plate of caramel melon seeds suddenly appeared on the stone platform, the young man grabbed a handful and said:
"Meng Ke, the finale is coming."
Meng Ke knows that this person is the author, but what he sees now is just a high-dimensional projection like a small pen. The real author is so weak that he can't even come here to meet him through the real body.
Finale
Meng Ke suddenly asked, "How many words have I written in this book?"
The author didn't seem to think that Meng Ke would ask such a question. He paused for a while, and said, "Probably... about 950,000 words. The plot is too messy to write, and I didn't even remember it. "
"Is the plot too messy?"
Hearing Meng Ke's murmuring, the author suddenly became angry and said irritably: "Yeah! It's not your fault, if it wasn't for your too direct character, how could I not be able to write all the plots I thought? As it turns out now, many of the plots that I feel good are only half written and lost, do you know that many people in the comment area are scolding me? Go!"
Meng Ke looked at him flatly and said nothing.
After a long time, the young man finished eating a plate of melon seeds, and he summoned a plate of absolutely characteristic melon seeds that would never finish eating melon seeds.
"So, my original approach still didn't cause your book to be sealed?"
"You mean to report that."
The teenager thought for a while and said, "Speaking of which, I still have some regrets. If someone really reported this book and it was sealed, then my book would be amazing."
Although Meng Ke knew for a long time that all his words and actions were only produced by the author's thoughts, he still felt a little sad.
In the eyes of the author, his self-confessed resistance is actually just such a reason.
Perhaps, even now, the author will not believe that the dimension Meng Ke lives in is a real world. In his eyes, this is just a book that is about to end.
Suddenly, Meng Ke's eyes became cold as he looked at the boy and asked:
"Author, what's your name?"
"I won't tell you, and if you really have the ability to travel to the real world, you can also find me through this book. I'm just exposing my name to readers."
"It's not a good thing for a kid like me."
Meng Ke can easily deduce what the author is thinking, just like the author is the person who knows him the most, and he is also the person who knows the author the most.
He knows that the author is also looking forward to it, expecting that Meng Ke can really enter the real world and give his ordinary life a different color.
Looking forward to Meng Ke saying: "If I can enter the real world, I will not kill you, but I will tell you through my method that I have entered the real world, and this method is like, the author of your new book fire, Tens of thousands a day.”
But Meng Ke would never say that, even if he did, Meng Ke would tell the author, "If I could enter the real world, the first thing I would do would be to kill you, there would be no hesitation, no right You have any torture, only death! This is your only destination."
Yeah, how sad it is to think that your own destiny is in the hands of such an obscure little person.
It's sadder than knowing that I'm in a world...
Meng Ke sighed.
"I'm so unlucky that this book wasn't sealed, I'm the protagonist in your book, I'm so unlucky..."
"Author, if you keep writing like this, I advise you to stop writing earlier."
"Author, when you stop writing, I will enter the real world. Don't worry, I will never kill you on that day."
"Killing someone like you will only make me feel dirty. I want you to be one person below ten thousand people and never die."
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Meng Ke has no way to affect the author physically, so he can only use words to affect the spiritual world of the author through this method.
But the author sat across from him, looking at him with interest all the time.
Yes, Meng Ke was able to say these words because the author asked him to say it.
In terms of Meng Ke's personality, he will do this. Even if he can't kill you, I will disgust you.
But when this person is replaced by the author, there is no lethality at all, it is like scolding yourself, which is completely different from others scolding yourself.
Seeing this expression on the author's face, Meng Ke knew it.
The author does not regard him as a living person at all. In the author's eyes, 'Meng Ke' is just a protagonist in his writing.
Isn't it all up to Meng Ke to decide what he thinks and what he says? It's no different than scolding yourself.
There are thousands of thoughts in his heart, Meng Ke does not know how many times he has deduced it.
He asked, "What kind of ending are you going to give me?"
This is the question he should be asking right now.
The author nodded and said: "You already know before, this is a fixed world, the only 'one' is in my hands, and I will give this 'one' to you in the final finale, let you Entering the infinite unknown, only in this way can you really enter the real world, and it is possible to become a living person, not just a piece of text."
"Can you understand? Infinite unknown equals infinite possibilities. In it, there are countless unknowns and infinite possibilities."
"Even if what you enter into reality may be a pitiful trace, in this infinite unknown, this trace of possibility will be infinitely magnified."
"The infinite unknown also means that nothing is impossible."
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