"You should understand very well that I don't have that ability, and it's impossible for me to have this ability." Chu shook his head.

"I just want to see what His world looks like," said Lin Qianjun.

"Is it just that?" Chu asked.

"It's just that." Lin Qianjun nodded.

The moment Lin Qianjun's voice fell, he found that the scenery around him had changed.

The place he is now in is a dim room. In the corner of the room, there is a very retro-looking computer, and a short-haired young man wearing short-sleeved flip-flops is typing on the keyboard in front of the computer.

The young man looked about twenty-three or four years old, and his appearance was six or seventy percent similar to his, and he could barely be considered handsome.

It seemed that he couldn't see Lin Qianjun, and he was still working intently.

Lin Qianjun did not rush to see what the young man was doing, but looked at the house carefully.

This seems to be a bedroom, with very simple objects.

There is only one bed, a wardrobe, a computer desk and a chair.

From the broken mobile phone screen beside the computer desk, Lin Qianjun guessed that the life of this young man should not be very generous.

At this time, Lin Qianjun found that the young man seemed to be quite confused.

His eyes were covered with blood. He typing on the keyboard for a while, and after writing some words on the computer screen, he deleted them.

When Lin Qianjun came close to him, he found that he seemed to be writing a story. The three words "Lin Qianjun" were mentioned in the previous paragraph of the story.

That's the protagonist of this story.

Lin Qianjun also saw the current situation, and the young man was struggling to write an ending for him.

It seems that no matter what the ending is, he is not satisfied.

"So, is that true!!"

Lin Qianjun felt relieved.

He also understood all this.

From the moment of birth, everything has no truth or illusion. His memories, his personality, his special features, and everything he has experienced has been born on that keyboard.

The only thing that made him feel a little funny was how special he thought that creating his own existence would be.

As a result, the other party was just an ordinary person, and it seemed that he was not excellent among ordinary people.

Lin Qianjun looked at the young man's writing quietly and couldn't help but sigh.

The young man weaved too many endings for him, but they didn't seem to meet the expectations of the young man, so he kept deleting and changing them, and the final ending was constantly repeated.

Lin Qianjun looked at it and suddenly had a thought. If the young man allowed it, could he go to the world where the young man was?

"Why, let him come to reality!" Lin Qianjun suddenly said.

The sound of typing on the keyboard continued, and the young man was indifferent and seemed to be still worried about it.

"What he can't hear, the scene you see comes from my perception, but even I cannot communicate with him." Chu's figure appeared, and he sighed: "The world we are in has an invisible barrier, which is invisible and cannot be touched. This is the real world barrier, an existence that cannot be crossed."

"Even, even if he has a vague perception, he will only think that he is talking to him?" Lin Qianjun murmured.

"He called his talent for perceiving information from other dimensions inspiration!" Chu replied.

"No, didn't you say that I could help write whatever result I want?" Lin Qianjun looked at Chu and asked, "Are you lying to me?"

"He has countless kinds of inspirations, and I can be sure what inspiration He wants to write, no matter how incredible the request you make is." Chu said.

"Then I want to go to His world." Lin Qianjun said seriously.

"I can't do it. Even if I do it, it's just creating a false world that is exactly the same as that world in this world. The Him you see in it is just a copy." Chu said: "I have told you that this is an insurmountable barrier, and it is absolutely absolutely unsurpassable!"

Lin Qianjun was silent.

He understood all this, but it was hard to accept it.

From beginning to end, he just wanted to ask the creator whether his existence was real.

That's all.

However, such a simple wish cannot be realized in the end.

"Go outside and have a look." Lin Qianjun sighed and said, "I want to know what the world He lives in is like."

As he said that, Lin Qianjun's figure penetrated the closed door and came to the living room.

A ray of sunlight shone into the balcony, and Lin Qianjun walked along the window and saw the scenery outside.

It was covered with forests and several muddy paths.

Where He lives is a mountainside that is almost isolated from the world.

Lin Qianjun walked forward and saw two or three families.

They all seem quite simple and kind, but none of them are young and old.

Lin Qianjun shook his head and continued to move forward.

Soon, he came to a asphalt road.

A car passed by, Lin Qianjun took a step forward and came directly to the car.

He looked around for a week and saw the students returning home, the tired workers, and the office workers vocalizing business.

The people here do not seem to have extraordinary power from individuals. They are all physical and mortal, plagued by diseases, and are all working hard to survive.

It is not a little bit different from the world depicted in His book, but almost two extremes.

Do you want to have what you are missing?

Lin Qianjun felt that he understood a little.

I don’t know how long it took, he traveled almost all the places in the world and saw all the scenery of this earth.

But not all the scenery in the places is real, and some places are vivid and vivid for him, as if they were watching a holographic movie, but some places are as rigid as pictures, as if they were just backgrounds.

Lin Qianjun knew that this was because He had never been to these places, so he could not describe it.

Moreover, there are quite a lot of places like this, so many that Lin Qianjun couldn't help but sigh.

For Him, I'm afraid it's not that he doesn't want to go, but that he can't go, and he can't go!!

To be honest, compared to the world Lin Qianjun has experienced, this place is extremely ordinary.

But perhaps because he was created here, Lin Qianjun is also filled with a unique feeling for the world.

This gave him patience and quiet step to watch the world.

Finally, Lin Qianjun stepped back to the original small room.

The young man at the computer desk was still typing on the keyboard with pain, as if Lin Qianjun had not wasted much time this time.

"Have he not thought of the ending yet?" Lin Qianjun said in confusion.

"Of course he can't write it out if you haven't made a decision." Chu's figure appeared and said slowly.

"Do I have the right to make a decision?" Lin Qianjun asked.

"You are the protagonist." Chu nodded.

Lin Qianjun was silent and began to think about the ending he wanted.

If it were before, then everything that transcended in the dream would be the best result he had thought of.

But now, he no longer seems to care about those things.

"Can I show me the story he wrote before?" Lin Qianjun asked.

"Yes." Chu nodded.

After saying that, the young man on the chair seemed to have some idea, and he turned the story backwards and began to look through the first chapter, intending to find inspiration from it.

In the message on the first page, the seven words "Author for Interest" are written.

Then there is the opening plot.

When Lin Qianjun saw the words depicting his mentality when he was rebirth, he felt a little moved.

Rebirth in the novel field that He involved seemed to be an interesting setting, so He added it.

In fact, he had no so-called past life at all.

Of course, there may be some, but those are backgrounds before they are written.

Later, the youth depicted more elements in it.

Lin Qianjun, who has different appearances and different names, is depicted.

These are Lin Qianjun's clones.

They have experienced different stories in different worlds.

Every story seems to be barely read, but when it comes together, it seems inappropriate.

Lin Qianjun couldn't help but feel a little funny. Who gave him this feeling?
To be continued...