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"Tell me," Xu Zhi heard himself repeat dryly, "You are Zhou Mu?"

"Well," Zhou Mu nodded, it seemed that being completely naked made him feel very insecure, he pointed to the bedside table, "Can I put on a piece of clothing first?"

Xu Zhi looked over with his fingers, only to find that there was another person's clothes on the bedside table, which looked like a nightgown.

He was so shocked when he first woke up that he completely ignored the dress.

"When did you put it here?" Xu Zhi put his hand on the dress and didn't pass it to him immediately.

"I didn't put it on," Zhou Mu shook his head, staring at the suit for a few seconds before saying, "But I guess it might be for me."

Xu Zhi picked up the clothes and handed them to him with a stiff body. When Zhou Mu picked them up, the fingertips of the two touched together.

Xu Zhi noticed that Zhou Mu's fingertips were warm.

It was midsummer, and the temperature in the bedroom was not low, but Xu Zhi's hairs all over his body stood up because of the cold, and cold sweat was breaking out uncontrollably.

Zhou Mu took the clothes with his movements, shook them off, briefly distinguished the pros and cons, and then draped the clothes over his shoulders.

It seemed that he wanted to prove that he was not threatening, and then he turned his back seemingly reassured, and tied the belt of his nightgown casually.

After putting on his clothes, he turned around and moved closer to Xu Zhi.

"Don't come here!" Xu Zhi stopped him with a loud voice.

"Okay, okay," Zhou Mu seemed taken aback by the shout, he half-raised his hands reflexively, and assured Xu Zhi, "I won't go."

Xu Zhi took a few steps back slowly, pressed his back against the wall, and moved nervously towards the door.

During this period, his eyes were fixed on Zhou Mu's movements.

Zhou Mu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Xu Zhi frowned as a warning, so Zhou Mu shut up.

Xu Zhi touched the doorknob and pressed it down, quickly opened the door and stepped out, locking Zhou Mu in the bedroom.

He went straight to the kitchen, locked all the knives on the operating table in the drawer, ran to the bathroom and stuffed all the towels into the cabinet.

The preferred method of death for almost all gangsters is to kill someone with a knife or chokehold.

If the opponent wants to fight him, he has no chance of winning.

Holding the key of the bedroom in his hand, Xu Zhi walked around the small living room a few times, always paying attention to the movement in the bedroom, feeling more and more anxious.

Xu Zhi is not good at socializing, he has almost no friends, so he is very sure that he has never mentioned Zhou Mu's name to anyone.

After finishing writing Zhou Mu's character outline the night before, the alarm clock rang at three o'clock, and he didn't even have time to check the typos again.

The key of the bedroom door lock has very sharp teeth. Xu Zhi used some force when he grasped it in his hand. He forgot who said that a slight pain is conducive to thinking.

Xu Zhi walked to the kitchen, took a glass from the stainless steel shelf on the operating table, and poured himself a glass of ice water.

The temperature of the water was very low, and water droplets condensed on the outer wall of the transparent glass and slid down the inner wall of Xu Zhi's wrist.

Xu Zhi drank more than half a glass of water, and felt that his froze brain gradually recovered his thinking, and his anxiety was relieved to a certain extent.

Xu Zhi didn't have any bad habits of sleepwalking and going to nightclubs, so it was certain that the people in the bedroom appeared out of thin air.

The man called himself Zhou Mu. Xu Zhi didn't know what Zhou Mu should look like, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he should look like the man in the bedroom.

That man satisfied all his settings for Zhou Mu's appearance.

The facial features are deep and three-dimensional, double eyelids, high nose bridge, somewhat thin lips and dark eyes.

But Xu Zhi has always been suspicious, and now he feels that maybe his memory is not reliable.

He began to think about the possibility that he had misremembered the appearance and even the name of the hero of the novel.

The computer is placed on the desk in the bedroom, and the distance from the door to the desk is about 7 steps.

He only needs to go in and turn on the computer to verify.

Xu Zhi lightly pinched his fingertips, took a long, deep breath, and opened the door with the key.

Zhou Mu still maintained the posture of sitting on the bed, and when he saw him coming in, he raised his head and looked at him.

Xu Zhi only glanced at him, then looked away, and then walked straight behind the desk.

The computer logo is facing a pure white reading light on the table, which means it has not been touched by anyone.

Xu Zhi secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He turned on the computer and entered the password, then lost his mind at the clean desktop.

The desktop is the ocean and mountains that come with the computer system. Several folders are neatly listed on the right side of the screen, but there is no character outline about Zhou Mu.

Xu Zhi quickly checked those folders, and opened the search bar of the computer. Any information about Zhou Mu was gone.

Xu Zhi suddenly raised his head, just in time to meet Zhou Mu's probing gaze.

Those were a pair of harmless eyes, but Xu Zhi felt a deep sense of powerlessness engulfing him, dragging him to a place where he could never recover.

Xu Zhi was sure that the man in the bedroom was Zhou Mu.

The wall-mounted air conditioner in the bedroom is still operating, and the slight sound of air flow is particularly harsh at this moment.

"Uh, how are you?" Zhou Mu said softly, breaking the stalemate between the two.

Xu Zhi didn't reply to his greeting, he asked eagerly and purposefully, "Do you know who you are?"

The voice trembled.

Zhou Mu was taken aback, but still said honestly, "I know, I'm Zhou Mu."

"Well, you are Zhou Mu," Xu Zhi nodded, leaning forward with his hands on the desk, "I mean, do you know who Zhou Mu is?"

Doubt flashed across Zhou Mu's eyes, but Xu Zhi still caught it.

"I don't know." Zhou Mu shook his head, keeping his eyes on Xu Zhi, trying his best to prove his harmlessness.

Xu Zhi closed the computer, he pushed the computer to its original position and put it away, feeling the roar in his cochlea gradually disappear.

Maybe it's because the author of the novel is born with rich imagination and good receptivity, or maybe it's because Zhou Mu's performance so far is within the safe range, Xu Zhi feels that the anxiety that has been making him uneasy since waking up in the morning is slowly getting worse. disappear.

He spent nearly a quarter of an hour mentally building himself, persuading himself to accept this bizarre incident, and then began to organize his words.

Zhou Mu's nervous expression and confused reaction are very real, so how to explain this matter to Zhou Mu is very important.

But Xu Zhi finally chose the most concise and least euphemistic way.

He told Zhou Mu bluntly, "You are a character in a novel I wrote."

The expression on Zhou Mu's face froze for a few seconds, and then gradually became exaggerated, almost comical.

His pupils dilated slightly, and his mouth opened slightly, looking dumbfounded.

"Fiction," Zhou Mu said after a few seconds to complete the rest of the sentence, "Character?"

Xu Zhi's heart was churning, but his expression was very indifferent. He ignored Zhou Mu's expression that looked really unbelievable, after all, it was quite normal to have this expression.

"Then I," Zhou Mu continued to confirm, "are I actually a non-existent person?"

"Yes," Xu Zhi replied mercilessly, "You shouldn't exist."

For a moment, Xu Zhi felt that Zhou Mu looked a little sad, which made him feel that his answer was too unreasonable.

But Zhou Mu was also a big surprise to him.

"Then you are?" The exaggerated expression on Zhou Mu's face was almost suppressed, and he carefully asked Xu Zhi's identity.

Xu Zhi twitched the fingers hanging on the side of his legs lightly, and with the professionalism of a novel author, he arranged for himself an absolutely safe identity within three seconds.

"I'm Xu Zhi," Xu Zhi walked around from behind the desk and announced in a serious tone, "It's your father."

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