The sound of fighting on the ground was heard, and I was already anxious, but now I could only deal with the waiter quietly. That was the only opportunity for me to get close to the inn owner.

I said calmly, "It was when I met the first woman in red. At that time, I deliberately said that her story was not new. I wonder, did you notice her expression?"

The waiter thought for a while and said, "I don't think anything?"

I smiled and said, "For an author, you point out that his story is not good. The other party will inevitably feel angry and sad. It's like when you put all your efforts into doing something, an irrelevant person suddenly appears and blames you for your efforts. Do you want to kill him?"

The waiter nodded slightly: "Yes! I will definitely have this kind of emotion. What is more annoying than arrogance is the kind of arrogant and unaware of it. Hongmei's reaction was wrong at the time."

I replied: "Her anger is normal, but I saw another emotion in her eyes, fear, extreme fear. Although this fear only flashed in her eyes, it still did not escape my eyes. Why did she be afraid?"

I asked and answered, "At first, I didn't think of a reason. When I saw Hongmei one after another, I knew that she was setting up a suspicion array, or deliberately making simple things complicated. What does this mean? It represents the plot? She was using the plot to promote a story. At that time, I finally understood something."

I looked at the waiter and said, "The inn shopkeeper is the person who writes the story, and the inn owner is the person who reads the story. The so-called room is not something that appears randomly, but a test for the inn owner to the shopkeeper."

"If you want to write a good story, you must not only be meticulous, but also be full of imagination. Let readers look forward to the next plot. However, Hongmei is obviously not a person who is good at writing stories. Therefore, she can only come to fight with me in person. Rather than saying that she is writing stories, she is acting."

The waiter said, "You are right. Whether it is writing or acting, it is enough as long as the story is exciting. With this, Hongmei can become the shopkeeper."

I stretched out a finger and shook it left and right, "You are wrong. Why do you like to read stories? It's not because you have a special liking for stories, but you are passing the boring years. If I'm not wrong, you first watched how the people in the inn struggle. After they have all accepted their fate, you start creating crises with yourself and let them continue to fight. When they resolve crises again and again, you completely drain your imagination. From then on, you start to choose a shopkeeper for the inn."

My voice sank: "There is only one standard for choosing an inn shopkeeper, that is, he must have extraordinary imagination and make everything in the inn more exciting. Whenever a shopkeeper is exhausted, his death date will come. And you will choose the next shopkeeper."

The waiter nodded: "That's right. Time is endless, immortality is actually a kind of torture. It is unbearable torture. He is more terrible than any kind of punishment. When people cannot pass the years, they should always find something to do. Are you right?"

I looked at the other party and said, "You didn't think that one day, the people in the inn would join forces to resist you?"

The waiter said confidently: "They don't have the ability or the courage."

I sneered, "When people are in desperate situations, there is nothing they dare not do. If you return all my things to me, I can prove it to you."

The waiter hesitated for a moment and turned around and left the secret room. After a while, he walked back with my backpack.

I pulled out my phone from my backpack: "Do you know this?"

The waiter picked up his phone and looked at it for a while: "What is this?"

I said lightly: "Don't you know mobile phones, TVs, and movies?"

The waiter frowned slightly, and I had already turned on my phone. Unfortunately, there was no signal here, so I could only show him a few simple functions: "There are thousands of mobile phones in places with signals, games, novels, and movies. Even if you don't sleep, you can't finish watching them for a few years. If you don't believe it, you can take them out and try it."

The waiter snatched his phone and left the secret room. He came back not long after, but his face became extremely ugly: "When did you find out that they were hiding it from me?"

"Just not long ago." I looked at the other party with a smile and said, "I was wondering when I first entered the inn. Why is the ancient inn equipped with a modern gate? The furnishings in the house ended abruptly until modern times. It turned out that it was not that you deliberately did not take on modern things, but that you had never seen them before."

My voice paused: "Television and movies have actually appeared a long time ago. But everyone is hiding it from you. Once you know that these things exist, you can choose the way to pass the time again. At that time, will you let the inn people go, or will you clear them all?"

I looked straight into the other person's eyes: "The people in the inn believe that you will get rid of them all. In order to survive, they can only hide it from you. However, the longer they hide this kind of thing, the more they feel panicked. The more they feel panicked, the more they feel fear."

"You shouldn't let Guan Hong go out. You can't see what's happening outside the inn, so you can only report this process regularly through Guan Hong. The people in the inn are afraid, and you ask more and more questions until the questions appear. They choose to let Hong Mei come out and make a profit from the shopkeeper. Hong Mei isolated the other party as soon as Guan Hong came back. Or, Guan Hong was dead just after he came back, and Guan Hong was just a person you created."

The waiter said in a deep voice: "Yes! Hongmei didn't give Guan Hong a chance to live."

I smiled and said, "Guan Hong is dead, and a bigger crisis is coming. Guan Hong brought back Xiao Qianer. Xiao Qianer is like a bomb, and it may not be detonated at any time. Hong Mei simply came up with a way to send invitations, trying to get us all over. However, they thought that after sending the invitation, someone would fill in a fire on the invitation and make eighteen invitations in one go."

"A large number of people in the art of the art flocked to Jiangbei Inn. Although you were very happy, it triggered the fear of the inn guests. This fear continued to deepen because they didn't know who you turned into. They were watching the story of the inn coldly. They couldn't bear it, and you knew that they were joining forces to hide your consequences."

My voice sank, "So, under extreme fear, they can only take risks. Keep expanding the situation. When your clone is out of the way, it is time for them to kill you."

"Dare they?" Yayoi, the waiter, looked angry: "Even if they have the courage, they can't find where I am!"

I couldn't help but smile and said, "How many years have you been with them? I'm afraid you can't remember it yourself, right?"

The waiter asked in confusion: "What does it mean?"

I smiled faintly and said, "Are the people who live in the inn? Are they a slut or a fool? They may not tell stories, but they are by no means people who wait for death. Over the years, do you think they will not be able to figure out your life rules? They may have found your weakness long ago. They have not taken action for a long time, but they have not been forced into a desperate situation. Now, for them, the desperate situation has come."

I raised my cell phone and said, "The inn's previous shopkeepers may tell you that the outside world is developing, but I will never tell you what it has developed into. You can see the firearms of the Qing Dynasty, but you can't see the modern automatic firearms."

China has been in a close relationship since the Ming Dynasty. Although the times are progressing, their development is extremely slow, so it falls far behind the Western powers. However, this speed of development is exactly in line with the inn owner's understanding of the world. In his heart, everything in time should move forward at this pace, rather than changing with each passing day.

I continued: "The Jiangbei Camp in the Qing Dynasty was located near the inn, and it is not surprising that you see muskets. Your thinking must be at the time of marching and fighting, or is it mainly used for swords and guns, and assisting muskets. Once you see this kind of firearm, what will you think?"

I called out a video of the shooting of a submachine gun from my phone, and I continued, "The people who came to save me are all equipped with such firearms. The people at Jiangbei Inn are scared."

I pointed at the top of my head: "They can tell you that the elevator is a large-scale mechanism that people pull. But they absolutely cannot explain what the firearm is going on, and my reinforcements will definitely attack and kill. So, you must be defeated and die, so that the rest of the inn can survive."

The waiter's face was extremely gloomy, but he still refused to admit it: "Is that right? I don't believe they have the courage."

"Then how about we bet?" I pointed and said, "Listen to the sound, there should be countless people attacking and killing now. In fact, there are not many people coming to save me. You must have the upper hand now. However, it won't take long to make my people counterattack, and the troops you show will retreat step by step. Let people enter the inn."

"At that time, you had only two choices, one was to release the inn to resist foreign enemies, and the other was to attack and kill my reinforcements by yourself. No matter which one you chose, you would eventually expose yourself to Hongmei. Their chance to kill you came."

The waiter looked gloomy and said, "I don't believe anything you say."

"Then wait!" I closed my eyes slightly as I spoke.
Chapter completed!