I played the world alone

Chapter 57 Isn't that all made up by us?
With such a disturbed mood, he slowly moved to the dean's room step by step.

I was even prepared in my heart, and if I couldn't do it later, I would say that my mobile phone was stolen, and someone else used my mobile phone to do bad things...

But to his surprise, after he knocked on the door and went in, he found that besides the dean, there were several other people in suits and leather shoes inside.

Then, under the enthusiastic farewell of the dean, he, who was completely confused, was "invited" into the car by these people who were said to be officials.

"I... I shouldn't have done anything bad recently..."

Zheng Long smiled reluctantly, looking at the two people who were sitting with him in the back row of the car, sandwiching him from one left to the other, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Why do I feel like a fugitive under armed escort?

Fortunately, the driver in charge of the car kindly explained: "Don't worry, we just want to invite you to participate in a seminar on web articles to study the development trend of future themes."

"Oh, so that's what it is."

When mentioning what he is good at, Zheng Long immediately relaxed.

"You are the staff of the novel website? It doesn't look like it. Do you think I write very well when you come to me? Is there any bonus or something?"

Asked a lot, but answered very little, he was still in a state of half-knowledge.

In the end, he was sent to a municipal building. Before he could look at him curiously, he was urgently arranged by the commissioner in a small closed conference room.

At this time, there were already three or four people sitting and waiting in the conference room, two men and one woman, all young people of about the same age.

Seeing Zheng Long coming in, they immediately greeted each other shyly.

After asking, I found out that they are all web writers, but they are not all from the same website.

According to the records in the chat group they joined, it seems that there are quite a few people found in this way in the morning, and there are people all over the country.

Moreover, their responsible editor also took the initiative to send a message, asking them to cooperate with the research as much as possible, and the resources of the website will be appropriately tilted towards them in the future.

For a while, there were many rumors, and I didn't know what the above meant.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, two young people were sent in again, who were also writing novels, no accident.

Finally, two men in black suits walked in, holding notebooks and wearing Bluetooth headsets, giving off a very professional look.

After sitting down, several people held their breath, waiting for the other party's arrangement.

"Don't be nervous, everyone," said one of the men. "The reason for holding this meeting today is that we discovered that there is a type of web text circulating on the Internet that has revived spiritual energy. It is very interesting and has great potential for development, so I want to ask you to know about it."

Several authors looked at each other.

This reason is really unheard of.

"Everyone can speak freely and talk about their views on the recovery of spiritual energy..."

"For example, how do you think the cause and development of spiritual recovery evolved?"

"Uh... isn't this all made up by us?" Zheng Long was a little confused.

"The setting of the novel is like that. For example, there are still many myths born in ancient times, but there are almost no modern myths."

"We assume that it is because the spiritual energy in the world dissipates, leading to the disappearance of gods and Buddhas, which is called the end of the Dharma era."

"Then imagine that for some unknown reason, the aura becomes stronger again, causing the myth to reappear. This is the revival of aura..."

The man on the right was listening carefully while taking notes, which made Zheng Long feel a little embarrassed when he spoke.

There is a feeling that I am in class and the other party is a student listening to the class, but what I am talking about are all the second-year settings in the novel, and I feel a little shameful.

"Very well said, continue." Seeing that he had paused, the other party waved his hand.

"Uh... I don't know what to say anymore." Zheng Long scratched his head in embarrassment, "Why don't you ask a question and we'll answer it."

After looking at the others, they seemed to have no objections. The man on the left crossed his fingers and said slowly, "Then in your imagination, what kind of reaction will the society have when the spiritual energy is revived?"

A few people had a rich imagination in writing novels, and they immediately thought of a certain possibility.

Zheng Long immediately exclaimed: "Could it be that...the spiritual energy is really going to recover?"

Although the rest of the people didn't say it clearly, they generally had the same idea, and looked at them with bright eyes.

If you can see the world you wrote in reality appear in reality, then you will die with no regrets!

But the other party shook his head a little funny.

"Do you think this is possible? We think this subject matter is very good and we want to develop it vigorously."

"In the future, some screenwriter teachers may be invited to create serious scripts to explore the life and future of ordinary people under the recovery of spiritual energy..."

"Is that so..."

Zheng Long nodded embarrassingly, his face turned red and he dared not look at anyone.

I feel like I'm in the second grade. Others won't think that I'm writing novels and writing crazy monsters. I even have hallucinations in reality...

"Okay, let's continue our discussion."

The two men smiled and waved.

……

Here, after asking around, Xu Xun brought a letter of introduction to Tianmen Village, a border town in Jiangnan Water Town.

This small village is small in scale, with a total of only [-] households. Moreover, because it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, there is no pollution from factories, and the ambient air quality is quite good, so most of the residents now are elderly people.

They are here leisurely and contentedly, taking a walk occasionally to support their old age, and it has basically become a sanctuary for the elderly.

Driving along a small road, he came to a small single-family villa with a small garden unique to the countryside.

The small villa is surrounded by fences, and morning glory and vines are entangled on the fences. Behind the fences are scattered large and small flower pots, and there is a dozing yellow and white puppy hidden in it. When it sees someone approaching, it immediately growls vigorously.

The barking of the dog disturbed the old man inside.

The door opened, and an old man with glasses and gray hair came out in a short-sleeved floral shirt. He was about to tell the puppy to be quiet, but when he turned around and saw the person at the door, he squinted his eyes for a while.

"You are……"

Xu Xun knew the true identity of the inconspicuous old man in front of him, and said respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Wang, I am Xu Xun, the head of the newly established Special Operations Department. Due to some special reasons, I heard that you have a lot of antiques in your hand. I have the audacity to ask for one."

Unexpectedly, this old Wang immediately rolled his eyes.

"No, let's go back."

"Since you know me, you should know my temper. Those collections are treasures that I have painstakingly collected, and it is impossible to sell them."

"Wangcai, see off the guests."

The little native dog took advantage of the situation and immediately assumed a fighting posture, barking indiscriminately.

If it wasn't tied with an iron chain, it probably would have dared to pounce on it directly.

Xu Xun was not in a hurry, but took out the letter of introduction.

"Old Wang, I was introduced by someone, please read this letter before making a decision."

(End of this chapter)