Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi's stomach growled again. He left the guardrail, stood up straight, and moved his gaze from the light screen to the bottom again. He glanced around, but didn't find anything new, nor did he notice the grass swaying briefly behind the curtains on the south side.

The initial page captured the signal, and a crisp "ding" sounded in his mind. Song Yi looked again and found that the download was complete. The cover was black with white text, with the four big words "Borderlands" written on it. He raised his hand, and was one step faster than his brain. He had already clicked on it, or double-clicked, and the latest chapter immediately unfolded in front of him.

A boy with black curly hair appeared in front of him. He didn't need to scroll the page anymore. This "trial package" system was quite smart. It automatically played the next page according to his sight. The plot of the new chapter was smoothly displayed in front of him. At the beginning, it was a familiar chase, but the plot of the protagonist was different from Song Yi's. It was no longer surrounded by "twins". Instead, the monsters could barely see human shapes, but their faces were unclear. They seemed to be grilled by charcoal. They hid in the shadows and almost no traces could be found. They melted into the shadows and turned into a vague black mist, wandering in the darkness with the wind.

There is no face, no intact skin, but the sharp claws are intact, like a sharp knife, stabbing out from the shadows, which may be the shadows of trees, a passing kite, or even a passing puppy.

There were no large areas of black and white. Only at the moment he was attacked would the other world descend in a small area.

The ragged boy ran, avoiding the intermittent attacks from one place to the other. His dodging movements were a little awkward, and the passers-by around him avoided him. In the eyes of the people in the surface world, he ran in strange postures, rolling, jumping, and punching from time to time. He would suddenly lie down and scream, as if he had become mentally ill, causing people around him to avoid looking at him for fear of attracting the attention and attack of the "madman".

In this situation, he fled from the streets, escaped from the city, avoided the forest, climbed onto the road, which can be regarded as "climbing mountains and crossing rivers". At the end, he crossed the river, dragged his injured leg, and fell on the lawn. The last page shows the boy's scarred hand, reaching out to the floor-to-ceiling window. Under the font of "Finally arrived" is where his finger is pointing. It is the light source in the darkness, the brightly lit place. Through the glass, you can vaguely see the clinking of glasses inside.

Why does it look so familiar... Song Yi was originally very interested in guessing the plot of the youth comic, why the hero was in trouble, how he would escape, and what "reward" he would get, but at this moment he suddenly became alert.

He tilted his head, moving his gaze away from the comics, and looked down again, meeting a pair of eyes that were looking at him. The music disappeared at this moment, and the raised heads faced him like sunflowers. The corners of the raised lips had different arcs, which could be a "smile" or something else. Just the quiet gaze made Song Yi feel cold on his back. He clenched his right hand subconsciously, and then he remembered that the dagger was still on Yan Changyue's chariot.

"Okay." Yan Changyue's voice sounded, and while speaking, she clapped her hands to stop the current strange situation.

The crowd laughed and talked in unison, like a play. After receiving the signal, they smoothly moved on to the next stage. Song Yi became more alert, and the uncomfortable feeling became stronger. He couldn't tell whether it was because of the crowd or the picture in the cartoon.

Yan Changyue walked towards him, and the people passing by moved to the sides to avoid him. Those who had intentionally looked away seemed to float up again.

In this atmosphere, Yan Changyue walked slowly up the stairs towards the observation deck. She was wearing a new formal suit, which was more fancy than before. Song Yi glanced at her and saw that she was wearing collar pins, brooches, cuffs and other things. The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer. His shoulders and back tensed unconsciously, and he didn't notice at all that he was like a stressed cat, ready to attack at any time.

Yan Changyue lowered her voice and said, "Sorry, don't worry."

Song Yi asked: "What?"

His voice left the tip of his tongue, and the tense emotions just now were like a flood. As the exhaled gas dissipated, the tense nerves inexplicably relaxed. He reacted belatedly and realized that Yan Changyue had said something strange. The look he gave Yan Changyue was also questioning.

Song Yi asked again: "What? What happened?"

He was still confused. Yan Changyue had already come to him, smiling gently. Before they could say anything, a police siren sounded outside the window. The soothing music suddenly changed its tune. In the more exciting music, the crowd that had originally resumed their low conversations became chaotic again. It was unknown who started cheering first. The scene that was relatively orderly just now suddenly became a mess.

The successful people who were still well-behaved a moment ago... no, the word "normal" should be more appropriate. Now everyone is abnormal. The scene downstairs is like a party in a lunatic asylum. The crowd is shouting, throwing away their suit jackets, tearing off their waist belts, kicking off their high heels, constantly throwing off the burden of maintaining their previous demeanor, rushing out from different places through the broken glass and smashed doors, heading for an unknown place in the night, leaving the hall in a mess.

Song Yi swallowed and whispered, "I thought I was crazy enough..."

Yan Changyue held his hand, followed his gaze, looked outside, and said calmly: "They went hunting."

Song Yi asked: "Hunting?"

He keenly grasped the key words, and his intuition told him what new knowledge this was.

Yan Changyue nodded and replied, "Someone Forsaken of God has come to this area."

Song Yi felt that he got the setting, nodded, and asked: "Forsaken of God? Is there a religious setting?"

"Hmm?" Yan Changyue asked in doubt. It was obvious that there was a difference between the two worlds, but she still explained in a good-tempered manner: "It's not that the gods have abandoned him... it's that he has temporarily lost the qualifications to become a god."

The group of almost crazy people all left. The housekeeper and the servants were not here either. Only the two of them remained where they were. The cold wind blew into the damaged building. The night air was a little chilly. Song Yi looked at Yan Changyue and was not surprised to find that this person was still smiling with soft eyes and brows, as if she was telling him a bedtime story.

He frowned, his stomach twitching, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of hunger or...

Song Yi could guess that the location in the comics was here. The curly-haired protagonist was first chased by the monster and now he was chased by that group of people. According to the law of the protagonist's immortality, even if there was no blessing in disguise, he would not easily end up in a be-line. They passed by the edge of the plot. At present, they are not even villains. It would be too high to say that they are just passers-by. If they are lucky, they can serve as a background board for a short time.

In the silence, Song Yi heard his own voice, asking: "Under what circumstances would one become a God-forsaken person? Will I become one too?"

The experience of being chased was not long ago, and those charcoal-grilled monsters chasing Curly coincided with the twin brothers who were "shattered" in his mind. Who knows if the "modeler" will be able to make use of the waste? He doesn't want to be chased by the fragmented monsters!