Chapter 455: One-Day Prisoner (Subscription Request)

""One Day in Prison"?"

In the hotel room, Fan Zhiming was talking to himself, sneering and clicking on Luoyang's new works.

He wanted to see why Luoyang shut him up. If the other party's work was not convincing, then Fan Zhiming would definitely fight back hard.

[Mr. B is dead. Less than twenty-four hours after he moved into the building.

Mr. B moved in last night, no, to be precise at 0:00 this morning. It was a foggy night, and two men in black accompanied him, carrying three large suitcases, and knocked on the door of the room where I was on duty, asking to rent an unfurnished house. This request is a bit strange since most people want a furnished room...]

The beginning of the story directly tells a certain outcome, which is a relatively novel way of writing.

But at the beginning, some doubts were left. Why did Mr. B move in at exactly midnight? Why did he want an unfurnished room?

Fan Zhiming picked up his notebook, wrote and drew, and while watching "One Day in Prison", he recorded some details - this was his habit. Although he liked to talk and was full of desire for fame and fortune, he was not perfect in himself. Even though he is trash, he still has his own way of doing things.

Fan Zhiming continued to read along the text, taking notes more and more frequently.

[I have a strange feeling about this dead person. I have only known him for about twenty hours, but he seems to have been an old friend for many years. Looking into the reason carefully, it is probably because every time he sees me, he shows familiarity like an old friend.

Mr. B is really weird. He must be very energetic, and one can be deceived by his appearance alone. He is pale and haggard, as if he is weak, but he frequently comes in and out of the building throughout the day, and I only see him more than a dozen times. He seemed to appear here and there suddenly.

Since I arranged the room at midnight, the first time I saw Mr. B was half a minute later. Who knows how quickly and unnoticed he went downstairs and stood next to me silently. 】

"Why is this...wait a minute, the title of the book seems to be "One Day in Prison". Is this Mr. B imprisoned?"

Fan Zhiming frowned, and a strange feeling arose in his heart - if Mr. B is a prisoner, why is he behaving so strangely? Is he asking the protagonist for help, or is he reminding the protagonist of something?

Wait, Fan Zhiming's face suddenly became even uglier.

He said to himself angrily: "Asshole, prisoner, do you want to escape from prison? Is this a work deliberately written to target my "The Wind"?"

Realizing this, Fan Zhiming immediately felt that he was being provoked. He is now the winner of the Dragon Kingdom Science Fiction Award, and his strength is obvious to all. The other party dared to provoke him with a science fiction article. Are you sure you are not mistaken?

"Maybe what you wrote is interesting."

"But I'm afraid, it's just a bit interesting."

"If you don't have a reasonable explanation in the following article, then this article can at best be regarded as an excellent suspense, not science fiction!"

Fan Zhiming snorted, and several thoughts flashed through his mind. He calmed down a little, and then read the follow-up plot of "Prisoner for a Day".

[The old lady whispered: "He is very strange!"

I know this, but how do I tell her?

She saw B disappear around the corner, put her mouth next to my ear and said, "I heard someone crying in his house just now!"

"Cry?" I think she is too sensitive.

"That's right! I was lying on the door and heard it!" She suddenly turned inside, with lines of horror on her face.

Mr. B came out again.

I was puzzled, but asked politely: "Have you found what you lost?"

"What?" He raised his head and looked at me in surprise, "What?"

It’s really baffling...]

This kind of text is full of hints, as if it is testing the reader's IQ.

"Mr. B seems to be living in pain, and he is as elusive as a ghost. In addition, his memory is also very bad. He often forgets what happened the moment before when he turns around - is he a criminal with memory impairment? "

Fan Zhiming analyzed the clues one by one.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in his heart. The pen he rested on the notebook began to write and draw, and the clues were messy. He regarded this as a confrontation between himself and Luoyang. First, he had to figure out "One Day". "Prison" intention.

"Is the focus on me?"

"Could it be that the old lady and I are all mentally ill?"

"Mr. B was falsely accused of mental illness. Living among a group of mentally ill people was almost like a prisoner, so he was very painful. The reason why Mr. B was admitted to a mental hospital was his very forgetful memory... It seemed that the explanation was too forced. Already..."

Fan Zhiming shook his head. If this is the explanation, then "One Day Prisoner" will be reduced to a third-rate movie.

What's the point... Why is it called a one-day prisoner? One-day...prisoner. The meaning of this name is that Mr. B committed suicide after only living for one day...

Fan Zhiming vaguely felt that he had caught something, but it seemed that he had not caught anything. This made Fan Zhiming very depressed. He simply stopped thinking about it, and instead followed the plot and let the author Luoyang reveal the answer to the story.

["Street light?"

"Yes, has it always been there?"

I looked at the streetlight carefully and then at him: "Of course, it has been there for a long time. It has always been there."

"It...hasn't...been broken?" He asked me in a whisper, as if he was afraid.

"No." I shook my head. I'm not sure. There are many naughty kids nearby, and I've only been here as an administrator for two months.

He asked a question that made me shiver: "You haven't seen the fragments of street lamps fly up from the ground and automatically reassemble, right?"

The sun was shining, and his face was still so pale. My heart seemed to be squeezed hard by invisible cold hands. He saw that I was afraid, so he smiled and went in. 】

He said he wouldn't think about it, but in fact Fan Zhiming couldn't help thinking about the reason again. Every word and every action of Mr. B was full of weird flavor. The author's reminder to the readers was obviously becoming clearer.

At this time, I should have seen something!

Fan Zhiming's hand holding the pen became more and more forceful, and his eyes fell on the small notebook full of clues again-at a certain moment, an idea appeared in his mind.

This thought made his heart beat three times faster than usual, and his face turned even paler because of the intense heartbeat. If that was the case, wouldn't he be a joke?

"One-day prisoner means Mr. B, the criminal, is imprisoned on the same day forever!?"