Without a safe house, I'm a fierce one in the game

Chapter 262 A Different Me
"And among them, what I like the most are novels with reasoning and horror."

"For some reason, many ordinary people have to go through horrible scenes again and again. Only by solving the puzzles can they find a way out. In the struggle to survive, the wisdom and courage shown by the protagonists are impressive."

"During that time, as long as there were novels of this kind, I would buy them all. Even if I only read them once, I wanted to collect them all and treat them as my treasures."

"but……"

"One day, in an unremarkable bookstore, I found a mystery novel I liked very much, but the boss refused to sell it."

"Although the packaging of that novel was simple and rough, the content was quite exciting to me at the time...Of course, it was probably beautified through a childhood filter, otherwise I would not have forgotten the name of the book... "

"I want that book very badly."

"But the boss refused to sell."

"So I slipped the book into my clothes while the boss wasn't looking, and left like that."

"After I went back, I finished reading the book, and I casually put that book in my collection, and never read it again."

"After a few years, I never went to that bookstore again."

"I totally forgot about that book."

"Until five years later, I became a writer myself. I had no experience in writing for the first time. I could only imitate the wisdom of the predecessors clumsily, and wrote some stories that were patchwork in plot and unsightly to read. work."

"I had very few readers then."

"But one of the messages caught my attention."

"The registered age of that reader is 50 years old. He said that he saw the shadow of his late daughter in the novel I wrote. He is very grateful for my words, which can make him feel as if his daughter is still alive."

"At that time, I was very proud, thinking that my literary talent had finally been recognized."

"But when I re-read it carefully, I suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. Why am I so familiar with the techniques and plots described in these lines?"

"Later, I remembered..."

"The method of this paragraph is that I subconsciously imitated the plot written in the rough-packed book I read when I was ten years old."

"I have no talent."

"Just a sleazy imitator and copycat."

"Later, I chatted with that reader... Sure enough, he is the owner of that bookstore."

"His daughter died six years ago."

"Before he died, his daughter liked to read mystery novels very much, and finally wrote her own first mystery novel by herself."

"His daughter told him excitedly at that time that she hoped that the novels she wrote would be distributed all over the world in the future, so that everyone in the world could see the wonderful techniques and plots she designed one after another."

"As a father, he also nodded with a smile."

"But then...his daughter died, in a climbing accident."

"And the only relic left by his daughter is the mystery novel that her daughter wrote in a bookstore and printed out by her daughter... That is a birthday present that his daughter is planning to give to her father."

"It is a relic entrusted with longing and sorrow."

"The father followed his daughter's wish and opened a bookstore. Putting that book in the store will allow more people to see her works."

"But I took it selfishly."

"I want to find that book again and return it to that father."

"However, there are many books in the collection many years ago, and I don't know where they are lost."

"I've been looking for a long time but can't find it."

"I even forgot what the name of that book was."

"Later, I wrote another book."

"It's the book "You Are Imprisoned". The title of the book is "You Are Imprisoned", but it is actually me who is imprisoned. My conscience casts a prison to imprison me."

Speaking of it.

Miss May's story is finally over.

Then she smiled and asked Zhang Xingchen: "Do you remember the name of that book? Do you remember the name of the main character in that book? Do you remember the name of the author of that book?"

……

The atmosphere at the scene fell silent.

Zhang Xingchen and Miss Mei just looked at each other, silent.

at last.

after a long time.

Zhang Xingchen finally nodded: "Ah... I just remembered, the title of that book is "The Great Detective Ms. Mei", the protagonist's name is Ms. Mei, and the author's pen name...is called Plum Blossom."

"Yeah, you finally remembered."

A smile gradually appeared on Miss Mei's wrinkled face: "So, have you remembered all the things before?"

"Actually, I've already noticed it."

Zhang Xingchen also smiled, and then said: "Let's start with Wang Lin, he symbolizes the happy me... The belongings of the friend he lost are not actually real things, but alluding to my feelings for Xia Xiuyi. The memory is slowly fading."

"After that is Xiao Xiang's fat mansion. He symbolizes me when I was sexually enlightened, and the beautiful memory of the first woman in my life who made my heart move."

"As for Du Meitong, she represents my kindness and conscience, the reason why she is the image of the female owner of the fried chicken shop, I think it is because she represents a good memory in my memory. "

"And you, Ms. Mei... You are the wise me. Before other people understand the true nature of this world, you have already realized that you are actually just a sub-personality of mine, and actively communicated with me."

"There are three other people, let's probably guess..."

"The rich Mr. Zhang is already very obvious. His existence represents me who is rich."

"The female manager, she's wearing a tracksuit and looks pretty smart, and that's supposed to represent my adventurous self."

"And that Xu Bao is not only vicious but also has a tendency to commit crimes... Ha, needless to say, of course it is me who is vicious."

Zhang Xingchen laughed suddenly: "I haven't seen the invitation letters of the other three people, so I don't know what they wrote in their letters, but from what I have contacted before, you, Xiao Xiang, Du Meitong, and Wang Linlai Look, you all have my regrets in your body, I think the other three people may also be the same."

Speaking of it.

Zhang Xingchen stood up suddenly, and then looked at Ms. Mei with a look of inexplicable meaning: "Then, the last question, I found a dead body in the room opposite you, do you know who did it?" ? Or... have you found any clues near the crime scene?"

"Or...you are the one who turned someone in the villa into a corpse?"

(End of this chapter)