Chapter 721 The Writer's Hideout (4K)

Now that he had gotten the information he wanted from York, there was no point in staying here anymore, but Xia Shou didn't know why and didn't leave immediately. It was clear that the person in front of him was just an illusion created by the other party.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" York said with his back to Xia Shou.

Xia Shou said nothing, looking at York with a "you know what I want to ask" look.

York chuckled, put down the coffee cup, and shook his head: "The look in your eyes reminds me of my wife. She always looked at me like this before. I'm obviously a good person."

York sighed: "Don't worry, I used to be a member of the Control Bureau. Even after leaving the Control Bureau, I still do the same thing. If I have a choice, I will always be a good person, but my wife Always come first.

I never wanted to help you with this, but you let me not care about the writer's unpaid 'final payment'. If I hadn't promised that deal under the waning moon, I would even turn around and help you kill the writer now.

But I'm sorry, the most I can do now is to give up helping the tyrants, fish in the water, paddle in the water, etc. But it will not work to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side. However, it will be much easier for you to do things without me causing trouble in the future.

In addition, the witch seems to have found the key, and now she can find it. "

"Thanks!"

After hearing these words, a big stone in Xia Shou's heart finally fell to the ground.

Although Xia Shou knew very well that the person standing there was not the real York Evans, he had always wanted to give it a try just now, even if it was just to verify the conjecture.

But since the other party has said that, there is no need to fight each other. To create such a powerful enemy for an answer, he would be crazy to do this.

Xia Shou walked downstairs quickly while listening to the battle report coming from one of the more than ten public channels.

"Centered at the Jinhong Golf Course in the north of the city, all people within a two-kilometer radius disappeared. It is judged to be the influence of divine law! The nearby team is ready to support at any time."

"At the intersection of Linyin Road and Shangqing Road, the surviving members of the Shangliang team were attacked by Level 4 aberrants. Is there anyone nearby who can come to support?"

Xia Shou listened for a while, then adjusted the channel to their team channel, tried to contact Mo Ying, and was quickly connected.

"Is it Xiao Gao or Xiao Xia?" Mo Ying's voice came from the intercom.

"I'm Xia Shou, sister Ying, how are you doing there?"

"We have returned to the headquarters. Our sweep has been completed. Thanks to the scar you gave me, everyone has survived, but everyone's spell power has been exhausted. There probably won't be anything to help you next. Is everything okay over there now?”

"I'm fine."

"Have you found Xiao Gao?"

"We met and separated again. He is in good condition."

"That's good... By the way, regarding Ke Hen's matter, I guess you will be held accountable afterwards. Be mentally prepared. Several ministers are scolding you now. I said you are really brave to transfer people so casually. Ah, Xiao Ke really dares to listen to you."

"If you're accountable, let's hold accountable. Is Ke Hen back?"

"Not yet, I can't even contact you. Anyway, I'll scold you later. You can continue to advance our previous line. After all the sweeps are completed, we will definitely find the writer soon."

"How's the situation over there with Xiaoyue?" Xia Shou asked.

"Both she and Bai He are restrained, but their lives should not be in danger. Just mind your own business. No one on Xiaoyue's side can help. It's because of the divine law." Mo Ying said.

"Where's the minister?" Xia Shou asked uneasily.

"Minister... I heard that she went to the city library before, and I contacted her just now. She said she was sleepy and wanted to take a nap," Mo Ying said.

"What?"

Xia Shou on the other side of the intercom frowned and ended the conversation in silence.

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Origin sea, six thousand meters.

Writer's bookstore.

When the door of the study room opened, the old man sitting at the end of the study room slowly raised his head and looked at the door through the deep sea water.

The visitor put her hands in her pockets, with a mysterious and elegant smile on her lips. Her red hair floated like silk in the sea water. She stepped into the bookstore in the sea, and approached the desk step by step as if she was not affected by the resistance and buoyancy of the sea water.

Finally, Shangguan Yan walked to the desk and stopped.

She raised her hand, and the seawater in the room turned into torrents, quickly gushing out from the cracks in the door, the window, and any hole that could leave the room.

In the blink of an eye, there was only a little sea water left in the study room. If you didn't look at the dark deep sea outside the open door, it would be almost impossible to notice that they were in the sea now.

Anonymous opened his eyes wide and stared at Shangguanyan in front of him, his mouth wide open and almost speechless.

"Six thousand meters, this is not a depth you can reach." Shangguan Yan smiled.

As the silence was broken, Anonymous closed his open mouth, and his shocked expression returned to calm.

He quickly accepted this incredible reality with a calm expression on his face.

He asked himself that this move was so perfect that he never thought that someone could dive into the deep sea of ​​6,000 meters to find him.

But how did the witch find him? Is he the favored one by the dream-picking bird?

In his long life, he had never come into contact with the favored person of the Dream Bird.

Among all the gods, Dreamgatherer is also the most difficult to understand. His image and authority may be clearer than Thirst Tooth, but the nature of desire is more ambiguous than Thirst Tooth.

Even among the followers of the Dream Picker Bird, there are many split doctrines. Everyone admits that the Dream Picker Bird is the god who controls dreams, but there are different opinions about its more specific authority.

Some say that it controls the boundary between dreams and reality.

Others say that the dream is synonymous with the Root Sea, so it controls the boundary between the Root Sea and reality.

Others say that the Dream Picker Bird distinguishes between reality and falsehood, not just dreams.

But being able to walk in such a deep Root Sea, the writer can only think of the rumor that the Dream Picker Bird has no kingdom of God, or that the territory outside other gods in the Root Sea is his kingdom of God.

The Root Sea is the most mysterious, most dangerous, and least understood taboo place by humans, so he chose to hide here.

The six kilometers of the Root Sea where he is located is a description in a book, and Hamlet's writing technique can exchange reality and fictional narratives.

Under the guidance of the Book Eater, he ate a part of the original book, which was the part he could consume.

In this way, he was able to gain a power, which was the guarantee of his ability to promise his followers, and one of the reasons why so many people were willing to follow him.

Although many of them were influenced by the Book-Eating Divine Law, the reason why the Book-Eating Divine Law had such an impact was because he was indeed capable and confident to make such a promise, so that those people could understand his intentions and sincerity very clearly through eating books.

He promised everyone that after being promoted to a named person, he would write a most perfect and desired life for each follower.

"This is certainly not something I can achieve, so what about you? Did you find the submarine-style room?" Anonymous asked back.

Shangguan Yan did not answer, but ignored the other party's question.

Although the writer guessed correctly.

If the room was not found, even she might not be able to find the writer's hiding place in the vast sea of ​​roots, but in the middle of the sweep, the subsequent precise search of the Control Bureau made her notice the strange room.

Although the room was placed in a multi-themed hotel, the realistic submarine style still attracted Shangguan Yan's attention.

She asked Kehen to use [Bystander] to call it, but the scene playback failed, and the real scene did not go through.

But in the end, she still found it.

In that room, the abnormal phenomenon [Edson] appeared under the bed and told her a place in Jiangbo City Library, on the third floor of the youth reading area, on the third bookshelf of the world classics classification, the third row, the sixteenth book from left to right.

She went to the library that had been destroyed and almost in ruins, and under the favor of the goddess of fate, she found the book on the half-destroyed bookshelf, but she had no clue after reading it.

But just now, a few minutes ago, the "Monarch" in her hand suddenly turned into "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", as if some illusion was suddenly lifted.

With this, she was able to come to this place and meet the real writer.

Please...you....Collect_6Ⅰ9ⅠBookⅠBar (Six\\\Nine\\\Book\\\Bar!)

In fact, it is not uncommon for entities to enter the Root Sea, and even many real objects can be brought into the Root Sea by falling asleep.

However, putting oneself and the entire book house into the Root Sea is not something that ordinary people can do.

Unless one is proficient in the power of the Dream Picker Bird... more proficient than her.

The writer took another path, which made Shangguan Yan very curious.

"How did you do it?" Shangguan Yan asked.

"Don't you just kill me?" The writer said, "If you can kill me, you won't say a word more.

I know your personality better than you do. I wrote a character based on part of you.

Your eyes tell me... you are now half asleep and half awake.

What makes you afraid to sleep peacefully?"

Shangguan Yan still smiled like that.

She was indeed not sleeping, because she needed to be wary of those three people. The people who betrayed Xia Shou also came to this city, and she must not let any of them contact Xia Shou.

Whether they were traitors or not, she could not let them contact Xia Shou, because she was not sure whether her past would be known to Xia Shou through their mouths.

Before she made a new contract with the thirsty goat, she couldn't allow this to happen, so even when she was looking for the writer's trace in her dream, she still didn't enter a deep sleep.

Now, she was calculating.

She entered a deep sleep state much faster than ordinary people, but the magic power of this city was so chaotic that there was no place for people like her to sleep so deeply and peacefully.

But even so, it only took seven minutes.

"Before you become a corpse, you have a chance to speak."

The writer grinned, revealing his empty gums: "For an old man like me, half of my body has been buried in the ground, and only the top of my head is left outside. Even if no one comes to touch me, I can only hold my breath for such a short time.

In addition, Miss Shangguan, I know you very well, at least I know part of you very well. From just now, you turned a blind eye to what I did, and even pretended not to care, but do you really not care?"

While speaking, the writer's hand kept holding the pen and writing on the already wet paper.

His thin fingers write quickly, and his palms and wrists, which are almost muscle-free, are more flexible than those of professional e-sports masters at their peak.

"Just come over and hold my wrists. With a pinch, my loose bones will crack like biscuits. Why don't you try it?" said the anonymous person.

Shangguan Yan's smile was still calm: "Because even such a struggle is meaningless. You also said that you only know part of me."

"Really? Then I will try my best. I am much older than Sima Yi, but my ambition is comparable." The writer said.

After that, the scene suddenly became silent.

The smile on Shangguan Yan's lips slowly rose. Her smile was no longer mysterious, and her elegance gradually faded. Her eyes, as cold and calm as ice water, also had ripples.

"Good, really good! It seems that you really know me very well. Is it because of that strange headgear?" Shangguan Yan was still smiling, but at this moment, her smile was full of arrogance, contempt, domineering, and a bit of madness.

She stared at the writer who was writing quickly, raised her finger, and pointed at the woman who looked very similar to her in the crystal coffin next to her.

"Is this your trump card? Then go all out! You don't have much time, and if you can really play this card, then catch up... Someone was once much closer to being named than you!

In addition... you don't have time."

The writer also stopped writing: "... I also tell you that a real writer doesn't need a few lines to create a character."

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In the present world, Xia Shou continued to move forward along the route.

He felt a little strange. Everyone had obviously pushed 70% of the area, and the advancement route was not like a spider weaving a web. There was no reason why the writer was so lucky and chose a hiding point at random, and was not found until the end.

He always felt that something was wrong, and felt that something was wrong.

Even if it is a different space, it should not be hidden from the subsequent detailed search of the Control Bureau.

Forget it, don't think about it, continue to sweep, and wait until Ke Hen has a result, and then deal with the other matter.

You know, there are gods who think that the potential of that guy's ascension can be compared with the writer.

The writer has at least so many people pulling his feet, but only Naganuma Jusaburo, the dead man, cares about him.

Buzz buzz--! !

Xia Shou stopped, as if he suddenly carried an invisible heavy object, and bent down. He had a severe tinnitus in his ears, almost suppressing all other sounds from the outside world.

"What is this?" Xia Shou spoke, but he couldn't hear his own voice.

And the buzzing in his ears, he didn't know whether it was his own hallucination or the movement of some abnormality in reality.

This strong sense of oppression!

Even worse than when Xia Shou first saw the blood demon!

When it seemed that only this kind of noise remained between heaven and earth, he saw that the tall office building in the distance was turning into ashes. As he got closer, the tall buildings and structures became thin, layer by layer, like slices.

The buildings were like zebras cut along their body stripes, turning into countless overlapping pancakes.

Then, in an instant, a gust of wind blew past, and Xia Shou's vision began to fall to the ground.