Writer saves the world

The moment Erye Tingming appeared, an aura that was countless times heavier and sharper than what was pressing on Verne just now pressed against him—even though Verne stood aside and watched from afar, he became dizzy because of it His ears buzzed, as if he saw a huge wave several stories high raised by the strong wind, compared to which he was as small as a grain of dust.

But only Verne's face was earthy, disobedient like a little actor who went to the wrong set, if he just glanced at the past, it was clear that he could not see half of the undercurrent of the imminent tension, and everyone looked as usual, laughing, singing and dancing Shengping's peaceful scene.

Erye Tingming faced the knife-like scrutiny eyes of the top masters from all over the world hidden under their smiles, calmly nodded slightly, his tone was gentle and mixed with real joy, "I take the liberty to invite you, thank you for taking the time to come, it really makes this desolate and abandoned place Flourishing and shining."

He is an oriental face unfamiliar to these European and American superpowers. He is tall, thin and soft, with a mysterious and unapproachable coldness.

Wilde raised his eyebrows, and took the friendly olive branch offered by Erye Tingming, "No, on the contrary, I want to thank you... Even in a dream, the freedom after a long absence is so sweet."

As he spoke, he bowed slightly, and looked at Erye Tingming with a kind of interest in his eyes, "I don't know if I will be honored to know your name?"

Erye Tingming's figure was reflected in his sapphire-like eyes, like an old oil painting covered with indigo.

"Of course." Erye Tingming nodded, he was frank and calm, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

"You can call me Naru." He said, walked to the round table in the center of the hall, pulled out a chair first, and then invited others to sit down, "Please sit--I know you have many questions, but anyway Please sit down and talk."

After a pause, he then added: "Although this is a dream created by me, it is just an ordinary dream. If you have any doubts or discomfort, you can leave at any time."

"I swear that I have no malice. On the contrary, I invite you here with a hundred thousand respect and admiration."

Erye Tingming's fingertips tapped on the table, hot tea, snacks and even unopened wine appeared on the empty table.The exquisite bone china tea set is depicted with a set of beautiful floral patterns, the glass wine glasses are spotless and shining under the light, and the snacks are spread from one end of the table to the other. that.

Heine's eyes stayed on the table for a moment, and then looked away as if nothing had happened—it was just a coincidence that his and Wilde's eyes met for half a second.

"It looks good." Wilde chuckled.He pulled away the chair next to Erye Tingming and sat down, tapped the rim of the glass with a small silver spoon, knocked out a few crisp and clean syllables, then turned around and arranged for his juniors, "George, sit here."

Orwell obediently sat down next to Wilde. Wilde patted him on the shoulder, raised his glass and turned to Erye Tingming, "It is the master's negligence to keep the guest's glass empty."

"Sorry, it's also my first time entertaining guests here, please forgive me." Erye Ting responded with a smile, took a bottle of red wine and opened it, and filled the glass for Wilde—before he put down the bottle, another A wine glass was handed to him.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Heine said so, the expression on his face didn't mean to trouble others at all.

"It's okay." Erye Tingming said, and poured the wine into his cup.

Heine shook the wine in the glass, and could smell the layered fragrance in the deep and thick aroma, "Very good wine."

Erye Tingming responded: "It's good that you like it."

"Wine is good wine, but it's a pity that they are all boring guys." Taking advantage of the geographical location, Wilde stretched out his arm and put it on Erye Tingming's body. He had only drank half of the wine in his glass. He raised his chin towards Heine, "Especially this German guy."

The corners of Heine's lips curled into a small arc, and he didn't try to refute him. He just raised his glass and slammed it heavily on Wilde's glass—it wasn't a polite and friendly clink, the sound of the glasses colliding was almost shocking. Think of the sound of swords clashing in a duel.

Orwell sighed and chose to pour himself a cup of tea - well, it was his favorite Darjeeling.He opened another bottle of whiskey and handed it to Cervantes who was sitting next to him.

This gentleman's habit of drinking is well known, and the whiskey is poured to [-]% without ice.A person with a low capacity for alcohol will probably be drunk under the table after drinking such a glass of strong alcohol.

Miss Lagerlof sat down next, and she asked Verne to sit between her and Mr. Cervantes, and asked him softly if he wanted a snack.

Verne nodded slightly, his head almost buried in the teacup in front of him.

——He suddenly saw a small boy, only as big as his thumb, jumping out from behind the teacup.The boy had flaxen curly hair, wore a small blue vest and big black leather shoes, and looked mischievous and airy.He saluted Verne's chest in a dignified manner, and then pulled his fingertips, pointing to the small cakes on the plate, his eyes full of longing.

"This is Niels." Miss Lagerlof introduced to him and taught him to stretch out his hand. Niels jumped onto his palm nimbly, climbed onto his shoulder nimbly, sat down and hummed Songs I've heard.

So O. Henry had no choice but to sit in the last vacant seat, dragged the chair to the side of Verne, and complained to Miss Lagerloff: "I'm not a devil, you are so guarded against me, it really hurts my heart." It's all broken."

He was born with a baby face, sitting on the chair like this and swaying, at first glance he seems to be a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, sunny and a little mischievous, always pleasing to the eye like a little milk dog To the favor of others.

It's a pity that Miss Lagerlof was not moved at all, and blocked his mouth with scones with a cold face, "Please shut up, don't teach the child badly."

O. Henry had a pretentious hurt expression on his face, his cheeks were bulging, he was chewing hard on the scones in his mouth, and finally he swallowed a cup of hot tea, shaking his head and sighing: "British snacks are really... "

Before he finished speaking, he had already attracted the attention of the two Englishmen on the table. Before George Orwell cleared his throat and prepared to brainwash him about how delicious British food was, O. Henry raised his hands in surrender with a wink.

As an American, he is really weak among the Europeans, not to mention that he is not a supernatural power of the combat department. Although his profession requires him to practice very well in gymnastics, except for Jules Verne, who has unknown combat power, and Erye Tingming, none of the others are vegetarians.

Even a guy like Wilde who didn't carry any heavy objects in order to protect Huahua's hands has specially trained in fast enemy and escape techniques to ensure that he can save his life to the maximum extent when he is attacked.

"Let's stop talking nonsense, I think it's time for us to talk about business?" O. Henry brought the topic to Erye Tingming, "I'm still asleep in the rainforest, I woke up too late, everyone may You're going to find me in the belly of the beast."

He trembled even, putting on a pitiful and helpless look.

Erye Tingming continued his conversation, and the topic turned to today's topic, "Since you have accepted my invitation, you should all know why you are here... Most of you have already made up your mind and are willing to bear all the sins, ignore All morality, throw away all the glory and reputation you have now, even if you lose your life and fall into hell..."

Before he finished speaking, Cervantes raised his wine glass and said in a deep voice, "The loyalty of a knight should fight for peace."

Wilde squinted his eyes, and still had that lazy and frivolous smile on his face. He shook the last bit of wine in the glass, and raised the glass high as if he was a little drunk, "For freedom."

Miss Lagerlof put down the teacup, subconsciously glanced at Verne who was sitting beside him obediently eating snacks, and then said firmly: "Everything is for a brighter future."

Everyone has received the invitation letter, and in the previous temptations, they also roughly know that they have the same vision. Naturally, there is no need for Erye Tingming to talk nonsense, and they also know why they are here.

They are even eager to do something and say something, so that they can sit comfortably in their seats.

Erye Tingming didn't care much when someone interrupted his speech, he poured himself a cup of tea, then imitated Miss Lagerlof across the way, added sugar and milk, and took a sip—

Erye Tingming put down the teacup, and said unhurriedly: "Is that so..."

He dragged his tail slowly, his eyes swept over everyone's expressions, and finally a faint smile appeared on his face, which could read a bit of cold irony inexplicably.

"I do not believe."

As soon as these words came out, the heated atmosphere in the field instantly dropped to freezing point, and even the smile on O. Henry's face disappeared for a second.Cervantes drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, put down the glass heavily, and made a heavy and piercing muffled sound in the air.

"Are you playing tricks on us?" Cervantes asked in a cold voice. A tall and distorted phantom was gradually taking shape behind him. You can stab Erye Tingming right through.

Cervantes shouldn't be such an impulsive person, otherwise he should have died on the battlefield long ago.But since he received the invitation, his nerves have been tense to the point of breaking. It was because he had been exposed to the deepest hidden secret in his heart, he was questioned and whipped by his own belief, and he was dragged down by the foreseeable tragic end, but in the end he was unable to resist. The torments that are bound to be endured by those who are tempted into hell.

In their positions, it is not like Verne who can accept this invitation with a slap on the head without any burden. In fact, each of them bears the psychological pressure that is close to collapse, and embraces the idea of ​​​​stepping into death. A trap-like belief stepped into this dream.

Just like the invitation said - go deeper into hell.

Cervantes thought that perhaps since he picked up the snow-white letterhead that fell on the cover of the Bible, his soul had already fallen into hell.

Losing the calm camouflage on the outside, the pain and struggle hidden in the depths can be clearly seen on his face, making his face stained with anger appear somewhat distorted and hideous.

Erye Tingming met Cervantes' red eyes, and also met the sharp spear point of the knight phantom behind him, and said calmly: "Now, I believe it somewhat."

He raised his hand to touch the prick on the side of his neck, and the phantom of the knight dissipated like foam, "Please forgive me for being rude, I just can't believe that there are really human beings who struggle without hesitation and are willing to sacrifice themselves in this world. "

"The greatness of sacrifice lies in the pain, struggle and even madness. This is the nature that human beings are endowed with."

The smile on Erye Tingming's face did not change in any way, that kind of shallow and calm smile made Cervantes, who was full of enthusiasm, suddenly regained some sanity as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he stared at Erye Tingming Ye Tingming was like an exhausted lion.

Heine put down the wine glass and asked Erye Tingming: "Then, how do you want us to prove it?"

Hearing what Heine said, Wilde suddenly laughed, "Sorry," Wilde covered his mouth, his shoulders trembling with laughter, "Sorry, I just, I just think it's a little funny."

"I didn't expect that one day, even if we sacrifice ourselves, we have to prove our integrity first."

This was so funny that he had to laugh out loud, and even wanted to have another glass of wine - his hands would shake easily if he drank too much wine. Usually, in order to ensure his health, Wilde couldn't even take a few sips of drinks, let alone this Drank by the glass by the glass.

Erye Tingming said: "Although it's a little unreasonable, you can't go wrong if you are cautious."

As he spoke, he tapped on the table again, and the snacks and drinks on the table disappeared in an instant, and a neat stack of blank manuscript paper and a few new unopened pens appeared in front of everyone.

"Tongues can lie, but words can never." Erye Tingming said, stretching out his sinful hand to the tender and raw leaves of the beets, "Please write down everything you can't put into words Right. Your painful struggle and helplessness, everything you see and think of is lost and irreversible."

"Where did your enlightenment come from, and where will your ideals go? Please write them down."

In this dream that no outsider knows about, Erye Tingming released a trace of his own truth from the gap.

The soft tentacles wrap around every soul that shines with the light of beets. Those consciousnesses that have been honed through many battles and are as firm and tenacious as steel barriers are crumbling under the impact of indescribable fear, like a lone boat on the sea. in a storm.

In the horrified and vigilant eyes staring at a monster, Erye Tingming showed a friendly and gentle smile, but one couldn't help but tremble with fear.

"No matter what, write it down to your heart's content."

"In return, I will redeem your souls from hell, and return all the endless glory and fame."