It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

The voice came from the direction of the bedroom, and it was faintly the voices of men and women.A group of people turned on the lights in the living room, and the sudden brightness caused everyone who had been in the dark for a long time to squint their eyes.

Then I saw the furnishings in this living room.

The furniture and so on are in a simple style, but the decorations and paintings are warm and unrestrained.It can be seen that the hostess and hostess of this family have very different personalities.There was a bouquet of fiery red roses on the table, which had withered a little.

Several people looked at each other, and Fu Lan said, "Go ahead and have a look."

The rest nodded.However, just near the door of the bedroom, the whispering voice inside was suddenly replaced by a high-pitched groan, and then there was a wave of sex that was higher than the sound.

Everyone stopped suddenly and looked at each other with embarrassment. Fu Lan sneered at the closed bedroom door, "Break the door open."

The people behind him hurriedly tried to persuade him: "Don't...don't, Senior Sister Fu. How about...we just wait in the living room for a while? The people inside... are probably going to be done soon."

Sitting down in the living room, everyone was shrouded in warm lights.No one noticed the huge figure lurking outside the window, with a strange look of salivation in his eyes.The long-haired figure stood behind the crowd, looked outside the door, and smiled strangely.

Time passed, listening to the voices in the bedroom had died down.A person inadvertently looked up at the time on the opposite wall, and suddenly exclaimed: "What?! Is it already four o'clock in the morning? I clearly remember that it was only eight o'clock in the evening when I came in."

"It's four o'clock in the morning?" Another person asked.He took out his mobile phone to check the time, and said in astonishment: "How time flies so fast? Could it be that there is something wrong with my mobile phone?"

Fu Lan also glanced at the time, got up immediately, and said impatiently: "Go in directly and finish asking about the situation as soon as possible. There should be no delay from the beginning."

Everyone was about to follow Fu Lan to the bedroom when suddenly the door was pushed open again.

Everyone couldn't help looking, and saw that it was a muscular man, wearing simple clothes that matched the decoration style of this room, with a tired face, as if he had just returned from a night shift.Several people looked at each other, wondering if they should go up to say hello to the man who seemed to be the head of the house.

But before they really started to say hello, the man walked straight past them as if he hadn't seen a few people, and walked towards the bedroom.Halfway through the walk, he seemed to think of something, his expression softened slightly, and his steps slowed down, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rest of the people in the bedroom.

A group of people in the living room looked at the man who was suspected to be the master, and then thought of the ambiguous voice from the bedroom just now, they couldn't help but have complicated expressions.

Before he reached the bedroom, the man saw a large bouquet of roses on the dining table next to him, and the red wine and food that he hadn't had time to clean up.With a fixed expression, he stopped hesitating, strode close to the bedroom, and then kicked open the door of the bedroom.

A woman's sudden and sharp cry came from inside.

Everyone was shocked and didn't understand what happened.Until a woman staggered out of the room screaming.The man who just came back was angrily beating the naked woman, and then came out a man with a melancholy expression and passionate eyes.

After the husband beat his wife angrily, he picked up another man and threw him out the door.It wasn't until the door was closed with a "bang" that a group of celestial masters in the living room suddenly came back to their senses.

And before their eyes, the husband left his beaten wife and walked towards them.

A group of huge moths flew past the window, eyeing the only bright window in the community, and rushed towards it!

"Crack!" The glass splashed and shattered.

The students in the classroom were finally able to go out.

Feng Quan and the others looked at the teacher who rushed in from nowhere when they heard the sound, and rushed out with the student who had been stabbed by a knife.

Feng Quan watched all this calmly, and suddenly remembered that when he was searching for information about Mr. Lu on the Internet, he learned through the interview video that he was writing a new book about school violence.

"It was my own experience that inspired me. What would an ordinary, oppressed and isolated person do in a desperate situation? This is what I will write in my next book."

"So can you continue to reveal some of the direction of the story development?"

"That depends on what they will do. My stories have never had a fixed direction, and my readers know this. Everything, before you read my book, you and I don't know this story at all."

Feng Quan looked at the "protagonists" in the classroom who seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force but not affected, and was unusually silent.

Yin Cong touched his face and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"He's creating." Feng Quan said.

"Ok?"

"He's creating." Feng Quan said again, looking at the ceiling fan that was spinning slowly above his head, "We have entered his story. I don't know...if we mess it up, will the Creator be angry and furious? Woolen cloth?"

"What what? What are you talking about?" Rong Guang approached all of a sudden, still rubbing his chest with lingering fear, "I didn't expect that we would encounter a murder scene! I think the student who was stabbed should be horrific. Not a student anymore!"

Feng Quan said: "We were talking just now, we knew how to break this space, so we went out."

Rong Guang scratched his head, "What? Get rid of... what?"

Feng Quan: "...Listen with your brain, think hard, and don't interrupt me."

"Okay, tell me, I'll listen."

Feng Quan hugged Yin Cong and approached the silent boy surrounded by his classmates, and said:

"Lu Gongzi, a very popular best-selling author, has a miniature city model at home. He writes by peeking at the lives of the characters in the city model—that is, the people we see now—and that The boy is the chosen protagonist of the book he is writing."

Rong Guang: "...what?"

Feng Quan: "Follow up and have a look, the developing plot... I'm quite interested."

Rong Guang could only follow Feng Quan in a daze.Recalling what the other party said just now, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.

Are these characters being spied on...?

Just a novel?

As if watching a real-time TV series, the protagonist of the story named Yuan Min, a boy who was isolated and treated differently in school, had completely exploded.

He was a misfit in this class.His unusual sexual orientation and indifferent and messy family distorted his personality.He is often ignored, with dark and cruel desires hidden in his heart, likes to control others, and enjoys the feeling of blood flowing through his palms.

In the beginning, it was the blood of this classmate. In the hospital, this classmate was finally declared invalid.Yuan Min was escorted to the police station overnight by his outraged classmates, and Feng Quan, who was following him, saw a nonchalant smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mental illness, under the age of eighteen.The disposal of Yuanmin has not yet come down.

Rong Guang was about to break his legs after running, and took a break with great difficulty, and said again and again: "Stop...stop for a while, I, I'm going to die of exhaustion. Brother, you are so powerful, you can just snap your fingers and fire will come out. Isn't there a kind of talisman paper that can make people walk without getting tired?"

"Yes." Feng Quan said, "It's sticking to my lap."

Rong Guang: "..."

"Wait a minute." Yin Cong said suddenly, stopping Feng Quan from continuing to keep up with Yuan Min.

"Its daybreak."

In an instant the sky brightened.

But Feng Quan knew that it wasn't sunlight, but the light in Lu Gongzi's living room.

And the moment the world lit up, Yuanmin who was not far from him suddenly seemed to have no emotion at all, and became a numb robot controlled by ', no different from the students in other classes that he had seen before .Those who were in the story, Yuanmin's classmates, police officers at the police station, and roadside drivers, all responded like this.

Rong Guang was so shocked that he even forgot to complain. "This... Is this being deprived of your soul?... Horrible."

Feng Quanzheng and Yin Cong were talking about his guess: "I'm on 'standby', today's story has come to an end. Mr. Lu is going out. He seems to have a personal interview today. Tsk, I'm quite busy after becoming famous."

Rong Guang: "Did you hear me! Just tell Xiao Yincong, is he your child bride-in-law or something, and the way he speaks is so gentle that I'm tired of it."

Feng Quan grinned when he heard the words, "Yes." Then he turned his head and continued talking to Yin Cong:

"There is another question, why did it start at night? It's not in the time of the last book, but the story still starts at eight o'clock.——Is it because there is something shady in it?" What about helpers?"

Yin Congning thought for a while, and said: "It's not so much following the time of the protagonist who was spying on the affair, but rather following the time of the author. Since he can deprive the people in the 'model' of their own consciousness at any time like this, Let them be the objects of my observation without realizing it, then eight o'clock should be the time for Mr. Lu to go home."

Feng Quan snorted, "This time is very ordinary."

Yin Congdao: "But Yuan Min is not ordinary."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, looking at Yin Cong's serious face, his heart was about to move, and he asked casually, "How do you say?"

"The word spirit builds such a space, so the words are contaminated with various human desires. The losers in life like to watch the weak counterattack, and the frustrated like to see people hugging each other. It’s nothing more than serving desires. And all such works are collections that satisfy readers’ desires.”

"Readers will always pursue higher desires, and if Lu Gongzi wants to continue to provide readers with various desires for Ziling, he can only make his works better and more suitable for readers. In this way, he has Isn't it possible to add your own emotions to the story to make the story more touching and appealing to the reader's desire?"

Feng Quan suddenly realized: "So this so-called 'transformation work' of Mr. Lu, a work to a higher level - that is, the protagonist Yuan Min, is very likely to be based on Mr. Lu himself as the prototype? "

Yin Cong nodded. "At least the selection of characters is similar to Lu Gongzi."

Feng Quan squinted his eyes, suddenly attacked Yin Cong, kissed Yin Cong on the cheek, and said with satisfaction: "This is a reward for smart kids."

He knew why Lu Gongzi's novels were so popular.

Because this is not just a simple fictional story, but also contains other people's secrets that others can't imagine.It's the pleasure of peeping at other people's secrets that makes people want to stop.