After being spotted by the NPC boss, I blew up the system

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[Examination questions announced below: Please fill in the following. ]

[1. Please fill in the patient's condition ()]

When the effect of the medicine faded, the torrential rain outside the window was still endless.

After Qi Yan moved his wrist, he picked up the vase on the table beside the bed, and stood sideways by the door of the ward.

He just asked Qin Mo to ring the call bell on the bedside, and that guy smashed the button.

Now there are two sparkling colored wires hanging from the head of the bed.

"Why, want to smash the examination room?"

"Hmm." Qin Mo sat leaning on the table beside the bed, not shying away.

"Why this room again?! Damn it!" Outside the ward, the corridor processed the echo into a 3D loop.

"Just like that lunatic, you deserve to be in the critically ill area."

"Tie it tighter this time, and see if he can still get the calling bell?"

"If you want me to say, it should be tied with a chain, that kid looks good hahahaha!"

Qi Yan listened, his expression hardly changed, he just counted his steps and raised the vase.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door on time, "Squeak."

When the man entered the door, he felt a gust of wind before he let go of the doorknob.

"Ah!" His forehead was broken and hit his kneecap.The man almost fainted on the spot, but the man didn't stop, his brows showed a bit of cruelty.The fist is directed at the vital point.

"Fuck! Who—" The other person just entered the room and was also pulled over.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Qi Yan regained his composure, only to realize that Qin Mo almost wanted to kill him.This is not a fight, it is clearly a unilateral violence.

"Qin Mo." He had no choice but to grab the corner of the man's clothes, and his voice was inarticulately soft.

Qin Mo stopped his hands the moment he heard the name, and turned his face to fall into those eyes that were more chaotic than a storm.

"Okay." Those eyes dodged, but couldn't help but look at him again. "If you call again, you won't be able to ask anything."

"Hmm." He almost forgot that he was also an NPC.I could hear someone mentioning Qi Yan...he couldn't control it.

Even think about it.

Only then did Qi Yan breathe a sigh of relief, and kicked the man who was about to tie the chain for him.

passed out...

So I had no choice but to smile at another person who was clutching his nosebleed: "Sorry, I scared you. The one in my family didn't know how to do it."

The man backed away in horror, "I, I..."

"Hush, just answer my question." Qi Yan clicked his tongue, "Where is the lunatic you are talking about?"

"He, he's on the top floor..."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Personality disorder...I say that I am the creator of the world every day...I really don't know anything else!"

Qi Yan pursed her lips, "Take off your clothes."

……

"Guess what book is this?"

"..."

"You're just a character."

"..."

"You know? The center of the world has always been a person."

"What if the protagonist dies?" The young man raised his eyelids, his eyes and eyebrows were dark against the backdrop of his white coat.

He continued: "Will this world still exist?"

The man on the opposite side moved exaggeratedly, covered his mouth with his hands, laughed wildly for a long time before saying: "No, you are too stupid."

Qi Yan tapped the table with his fingertips without making a sound.

"Of course it exists." The man stood up suddenly, his upper body almost completely pressed against the gray-black table.That unshaven face, meet him quickly.

"The world exists forever, but we didn't notice it. After the protagonist dies, the whole world will be annihilated in the sea of ​​time, and slowly—slowly—continue to develop and continue to exist."

"What about you?" Qi Yan didn't show any opinion of his madness. "Are you the protagonist or a supporting role? Or, the author?"

He seemed sure of what kind of book he was in.

Headache.

The man sits back because the "doctor" next to him doesn't seem very happy. "I...I can't be sure right now."

"How about I make sure for you?" Qin Mo smiled brightly, as if asking: How about I help you commit suicide?

The man ignored him and only talked to the original owner.

"This can only be felt by oneself, and others cannot help."

"What do you feel?" Qi Yan freed up a hand to cover the back of the hand of the person beside him.

The person opposite swallowed his saliva and looked around.The ward was empty, with only one bed.The walls are covered with pitted textures, forming lines of text.

The man staggered and pulled away the chair, ran to the bedside and closed the curtains tightly before returning to the two of them.

The voice was vigilant and forbearing: "I may know how to identify myself."

"I want to hear it."

The man remained silent. Amidst the sound of the rainstorm, the lights in the room flickered on and off.

No one urged him, even Qin Mo submerged in Mosao's hand cooperatively.

After 10 minutes, the man said: "Uh... I can only tell you briefly, something."

He began: "I guess, I'm the author."

"How should I put it? For example, I can feel the development line of the story. That is, the order in which the characters appear on the stage and the time when they leave the stage. From this, I can also guess the turning point and climax of the plot."

"Well... just like the two of you."

The man raised his chin and looked at the two of them as if scanning a QR code. "You are... two dispensable supporting roles."

Qi Yan followed him: "Well, Mr. Author, when do you plan to let us leave?"

"No, no, not that fast." The man stared into his eyes without hesitation. "I haven't gotten the plot yet."

So, let this maniac get the story he wants and take a leave of absence so they can go to the next ward?

"What do you want?" Qi Yan raised his eyes.

It's a pity that the man was not perfect, and a smile slowly appeared on that thin face: "Shh, you guess."

He suddenly regretted not letting Qin Mo kick him.

"..."

Qi Yan decided to continue to maintain a civilized reference attitude, so he started a conversation seemingly casually: "Mr. Author, how many years have you been here?"

"Hmm...does it matter?" The man was going to play tricks.

He got up, stretched his waist pretendingly, and exaggerated his acting skills: "Wow, you wrote these words on the wall?"

Qin Mo could hardly hold back, and blinked twice at his family's young champion.

Qi Yan continued: "Well, your handwriting is not very beautiful, didn't they provide you with pen and paper?"

When the wall was mentioned, the man was already excited.

"Two or three years? Or longer, can Mr. Writer write so much?"

"Three and a half years." The man raised his eyebrows.

So, he has been in the hospital for three and a half years.

"Tsk." Qin Mo suspected that all men have the bad habit of treating their admirers kindly.Especially... good looking admirers.

Admirer No. 1 didn't hear his emotion, and said in a casual tone: "Isn't it lonely here? Very few people, or characters, will come to talk to you, right?"

The man shrugged: "It's okay."

"Where's your family?" Qi Yan walked into the window sill, where there was a wooden photo frame, and the glass cracked miserably diagonally.

"I have no family."

The photo showed a group photo of three people, a middle-aged woman and an underage girl, and the rest of the man's face was painted into a black hole with a marker.

It seems the writer doesn't like group photos.

"Ah, it's my problem."

"Should they be called—your characters? What about them? Left?"

The man's nails were digging at the table, but his face was calm and composed. "Hmm, after finishing the plot, they will naturally leave the scene, and I can't make them all the protagonists."

Therefore, candidates can leave after completing the corresponding plot.

"Well, you're right." Qi Yan agreed, his eyes glued to the frame: "No matter how thick the book is, it can't keep all the characters."

The breath of rain is blocked by the double-glazed glass, and only a little infiltrates some subtle smells.

The voice of the young man escaped into the heavy rain: "But the protagonist's life is all enriched and colorful because of their existence."

Colorful?

"Hahahahahaha! Their existence is like..." The man's upper body was lying on the table, his muscles contracted violently due to the violent trembling.

"You don't understand brats at all! What a variety! Just like my daughter, I choked her neck, and she didn't believe my words until she was dying!"

His hands tightly grasped the corner of the table: "I just pinched her like this, she kept calling my daddy... But in the end, she changed her name and called for help. See? She finally believed that I was not her daddy... "

"She is just a supporting role, dispensable, and even fends for herself..."

"Only the protagonist can exist forever, forever, like the whole world! That is the real richness, the real..."

"You don't need to keep the photo." Qi Yan pushed open the window with one hand, and a strong wind swept in.

The hand was holding the broken photo frame, wrapped in the dark background, and it was precariously falling in the void.

"You don't understand at all... just throw it away, do you think I will write a happy ending!!!" The man almost roared.

Broken hair covered his dark eyebrows and eyes, and that clean and bony hand loosened without warning!

"No!!!" The man rushed over with red eyes, pushed Qi Yan away, and looked down in the face of the rapid madness.

But apart from the wanton flow of air, what else can we hold on to? "Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"..." Qin Mo sat on the same spot, looking at the person whose clothes were flying by the window from a distance, and smiled.

The man cried, stumbled and turned to look at the door.

He wants to go out, he must.

"Didn't you say it's okay?" Qi Yan blocked his way. "Three and a half years, it shouldn't be a long time."

"Mr. Author only needs to write one stroke, ten years, 20 years, or even 100 years, it will not be a problem, right?"

"...you don't understand, you don't understand!"

"I don't understand, how can you be better than me?" Qi Yan held the man down and took a photo with one hand.

"..." The man's scarlet eyes finally found their focus. "I can go out right away...we can meet again..."

"Why?" The male voice fell heavily on the ear drum.

"...Because...we still have intersections."

Qi Yan took the photo into the man's arms, and behind the fragile paper, several rows of crooked numbers appeared: 503.

He turned his face away and walked straight towards the person at the table.

"Little genius, do you know what it is?" Qin Mo grabbed his hand that had been frozen by the cold wind.

"Hmm." His voice was a little hoarse.

"Life in the morning and death in the evening."

[Drip——] The sound of the broadcast suddenly appeared, piercing through the heavy rain.

[Announcement of the exam situation. Area C, examination room 2, candidate Qi Yan, examination number 2018010413, has answered the question. ]

[Congratulations to the examinee for getting a new card—Entering the Dream. ]

[The completion of the plot is 10%, the paper score is 10, and the points are deducted: none.Please continue to complete the points. ]

The author has something to say: some of the past of the two will be interspersed later~

Thanks for watching~