Li Hao lay inside and soon felt a fever all over his body, muscle pain, and his throat was like a burning fire.

I think this is a sign of mutation. He can no longer say anything to Zhao Yinyun outside, but his consciousness is still clear.

Gradually, he felt like he was floating up. He didn't know if this was the soul left his body after death, or it was said that many authoritative institutions had studied near-death experience...

But his consciousness is very clear.

He could even calmly think about what situation he was in.

Finally, he realized that he had floated to a place that looked like a cafe and saw two people.

To be precise, only two figures were seen. The surrounding environment was very clear, so clear that the cup on the table was not coffee but black tea, and he could even smell it. However, the two figures were very blurry, like a halo, and only two figures could be seen roughly, one was fat and the other was thin. Not only were their figures blurry, but their voices seemed to be filtered. It was impossible to hear whether it was a male or female voice, or age, but they could hear the content of their conversation very clearly.

"Li Hao, the whole book is over."

"This is the end of the whole book? I'm here today to talk to you about the copyright issues of film and television adaptation. As a result, you told me that this is the end of the whole book? Isn't Li Hao the protagonist? Why did he die so soon?"

"Haha, Editor-in-Chief Hu, Li Hao is the protagonist, but there is no so-called protagonist in the real doomsday. Everyone will die, and Li Hao is no exception. Leo Tolstoy once said that the characters in the novel have their own destiny, and sometimes even the author cannot grasp it. So Li Hao died, and this is his destiny."

"However, the book is still written by you. You wrote Li Hao to death. You threw away this character casually, and you finished a book casually... No, you are a eunuch."

"Uh...well, I can't say it casually. In fact, when I was designing, Li Hao was the weakest among the few alternative protagonists, especially in the doomsday environment. His kindness may bring a little warmth to people, but from the perspective of survival, it is actually meaningless. He cannot form a kind of execution ability to survive. This is not economical and does not conform to the decisive character that readers like, so he can only die."

"So who is the real protagonist in your book?"

"I said before that there are a few alternative protagonists, and then according to the free development of the plot, whoever can survive to the end will be the real protagonist. In other words, we are discussing who the protagonist is here, as if we are the people who can determine their destiny, but in fact, in the world in the novel, their destiny is not something I can control, because I cannot predict the development of the plot myself."

"In other words, Li Hao actually has the chance to become the protagonist."

"...Uh, Mr. Hu, why are you still holding Li Hao back? He has been infected. I have given the environment setting. And I will not cheat anyone in this book. Since he is infected, he will only have the ending of mutation. Otherwise, I am denying my own design. At least one thing must be clear. People cannot be resurrected by death. My worldview does not allow me to violate this natural law."

"He is not dead yet, he is just infected. You have not set that as long as he is infected, he will mutate 100%. We all know that life will find its own way out, such as antibodies, self-healing, etc. There is also a saying in medicine that miracles are like this."

"Mr. Hu, you are messing with me. Judging from his character, he is the most unsuitable for being the protagonist. It's too stingy."

"You also said that your protagonist was not determined by you, but they fought for it as the plot develops. I think you should not draw conclusions easily, because this is the more interesting thing about your book. Of course, I don't mean that Li Hao must survive. I would rather see something different and unpredictable.

And when the characters in your novels work hard to survive and change the so-called inevitable destiny, they are actually changing the destiny of your book. To put it further, they are changing your destiny, and they may also change the destiny of the people who are writing us into the book. Maybe we also exist in the world written by a certain author? Many things, although they are only theoretical possibilities, as long as there is this possibility, you cannot rule it out."

"Editor Hu, you are becoming more and more abstract, and readers won't buy it..."

"There are only a few people reading your book..."

"Mr. Hu, do you have to be so cruel?"

"For your book, you are the god who creates the world, but you cannot be too willful or too hasty. When you are ruthless and irresponsible, you may be destroying a world with self-ecology. Are you not afraid that the characters you write will travel from their world to your world to find you? Then you will regret your rashness."

"So you really think that the world created by the author is not just virtual and imaginary, but will form its own ecology?"

"Are there any ghosts written by the author who really came to him for this statement?"

"I know, that thing is very famous. Although the official announcement did not happen at all, the author later committed suicide. Later, there was a news that his suicide method was too bizarre and he could not do it himself... So this is why I like the supernatural section very much, but I never write about supernatural... Well, I am not supernatural, but science fiction."

"Talking about science, right? If you talk about science, this is a spatial concept with different dimensions. In theory, the possibility of different dimensions being present is much greater than that of supernatural. Face the world you write seriously. We don't understand too many things, and nothing is absolutely impossible."

"...Okay, Mr. Hu, you win. If you heal yourself, you will be healed. By the way, there is an antibody that can be used to save someone or something. It should be reasonable..."

...

"Xiaomeng, Xiaomeng... Xiaomeng, do you know? I heard some strange conversations. I had suspected before that there was another space outside the space we were in. They were watching us like a show...

But it doesn't matter. They regard us as data that can be erased casually, but as for us, we don't want to do what they want. The more they are, the harder we have to work harder to show them... Xiaoyin, haha, I have not mutated, I am not dead, brother, I will come back from the tribulation, and the world is invincible! Xiaoyin..."

Without an answer, Zhao Mengyun's humming would have been gone long ago. The world was very quiet. If it weren't for the holes that were stabbed by a knife, Li Hao would have felt that he was in nothingness.

He was sweating all over, as if soaked in water. At the same time, he was extremely thirsty. He didn't know how long he had been lying in this iron coffin. He just felt that it was very stuffy and very hot. This stuffy heat made him almost breathless.

He reached out and patted the cabinet door, shouting Zhao Yinyun's name constantly, but he never received a response. He tried to push the cabinet door, but it was stuck just a little bit. He knew that Zhao Yinyun locked the cabinet door as he said.

Li Hao didn't know what the situation was like now, he didn't know if Zhao Yinyun was still outside, and he didn't know where she would go if she was not there, but he knew that he was very conscious now, and he was sure that he had no mutation.

However, if Zhao Yinyun was no longer outside, although he had not mutated, he still starved to death and suffocated in the cabinet in the end, the "full book" sound would probably sound in his ears again.

And it must have been a bit ridiculous... Look, I said that it was Li Hao's fate that died...

Li Hao began to push the cabinet door with all his strength, and he could only push it open a little bit each time, because the space inside was very narrow, so he couldn't even bend his legs to push the cabinet door. After trying it, he felt that he was panting and had difficulty breathing. He could only raise his head and go to the holes to breathe.

At this time, he found that the iron sheet of the iron cabinet was actually really thin, especially the part without tendons in the middle. He tried to use the short-handled axe to pry the iron sheet. Now it seems that he forgot to leave the short-handled axe outside for Zhao Yinyun, but now it has played a role.

He used a short-handled axe to pry a little open the iron sheet for more comfortable breathing, but after he pried open that little bit, he tried to pry a little open, then a little bit, and a little bit... His hand was cut by the iron sheet, and the blood dripped down into his mouth. He licked his tongue and swallowed his blood, and then continued to pry the iron sheet. Although he had no strength and could not pry the entire iron sheet, he could poke a part of his head out.

Then he saw that the lock on the door was just hanging on it and was not locked, so he retracted his head, stretched out his hand, and easily brought it up. He thought about whether to scold Xiao Meng, a careless guy, but she probably thought that zombies could not take off the lock anyway.

After taking a deep breath for the last time, Li Hao pushed open the cabinet door with both hands.

However, when he used all his strength to flip out the cabinet, he fell to the ground with a bang, and turned his head and froze.

He found that Zhao Wenyun was lying next to him, to be precise, lying on the ground next to the cabinet. Her eyes were tightly closed, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and her expression looked very sad. Under her body, there was a piece of dry blood, reddish-brown, clean, and uninfected blood.

A deep knife mark was left on her wrist.

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