femme fatale [unlimited]

The air was dead silent.

Ning Mianmian stood where she was, letting the biting night wind carelessly brush her cheeks and hair.Her brain was dizzy for a while, and she suddenly felt like she didn't know where she was.

After a while, she murmured, "Utopia, is it a book? Are we in the book?"

"To be precise, it is in the world derived from the book "Utopia"."

Lin Cen took the decoration and checked it carefully. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he put it in his backpack, "And Liang Cheng is the author of this book, and he has won an award for it."

"We have been guessing what the piece of decoration will be, and now we have the answer - it is a trophy. For Liang Cheng, this work must have a very special meaning."

Love caressed her arm, feeling a chill in her heart, "So, we have been in the world created by Liang Cheng. In this way, some things can be explained."

She frowned, and slowly analyzed: "For example, the speed of time flow, if Liang Cheng writes on a whim, it will be dawn and it will be dark, or three days will pass, time will really pass. If he delays writing the next One time, then we will stay in this day. Another example is that if a villager dies, Liang Chengcheng can create a new character to fill the vacancy, right? "

Yu Chuqing said: "The general direction is right, but I think Liang Cheng's creation is restricted by many conditions. First, he is in the dungeon and is constrained by the background setting, so he definitely doesn't write whatever he wants , otherwise he could just write down all the people he dislikes, such as Lingfei; secondly, his current mental state is very chaotic, and it is impossible for him to complete every detail in the village by himself."

"I have another idea. Before Liang Cheng went crazy, he built such a utopia and stipulated its operation mode, such as priests, tasks, and scourge. Then he is only responsible for adjusting time and personnel, and Do your best to deal with emergencies."

Jiang Wan murmured: "A sudden situation? You mean that day, using the trophy as a bargaining chip, you forced him to give us a bracelet that can fight against the poisonous fog?"

Yu Chuqing nodded, "I think that's the case. We used the trophy fragments as a threat to force him into a position, so he created these two bracelets."

"However, these are all speculations. As for what Liang Cheng has experienced..."

She raised her head and looked at Liang Cheng's bedroom with lights in the distance, "I believe that after handing over the trophy to Liang Cheng, he will tell us the answer."

Yu Chuqing's analysis was indeed correct. The moment Liang Cheng saw the trophy, his eyes straightened.

He almost rushed over, took the trophy with trembling hands, and held it carefully in his arms, with a childlike ignorant smile on his face.

Liang Cheng grinned, as if very happy, caressing the trophy with his fingers, repeating, "Mine, mine."

However, soon, his expression became ferocious again, and he said viciously, "It's all fake, fake."

This split-personality performance made people feel dazed. Just as Ning Mianmian took a step forward, trying to communicate with Liang Cheng, the scene in front of him began to distort.

The scene changed suddenly, and it turned into a simple study room.

A young man was sitting at the desk with his back to her, his fingers flying on the keyboard, and the sound of typing was endless.

Ning Mianmian took a closer look and found that it was actually Liang Cheng.He is different from the current sloppy, clean and fresh clothes, and looks very energetic.

She reached out to try to pat Liang Cheng's shoulder, but only touched a void, and her fingers passed directly through the shoulder.She immediately understood that she had entered Liang Cheng's memory.

So Ning Mianmian didn't move any more, and held her breath to observe carefully.

Liang Cheng was writing a novel in front of the computer, and his thoughts were flowing like a fountain, and he wrote several pages eloquently in a short while.He stretched, and was about to get up when the phone rang by his hand.

He picked it up, and Duer's voice came out clearly from the microphone.

"Writer Liang Da, "Utopia" won the first prize in the literary competition. The organizer will announce the result tomorrow. I would like to congratulate you first."

Liang Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then his face showed ecstasy, and he chatted enthusiastically with the other party, and thanked him again and again.

After hanging up the phone, Liang Cheng leaned back in the seat with a happy smile on his face.

"I knew this book would be liked by readers. Who wouldn't be fascinated by such a beautiful story?"

"Utopia, Utopia..."

He murmured, his eyes were a little distracted, "It would be great if it really existed."

Immediately after the scene switched, it turned into a magnificent temple again.

The sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and the crowd was bustling, walking up the ancient stone steps.On both sides of the road are dense forests, the leaves are rustling, and the air is filled with the smell of burning incense.

Ning Mianmian followed the crowd up the stairs, and when she reached the gate of the temple, she saw Liang Cheng's back.

He knelt on the futon in front of the statue, holding a few lit incense sticks in his hand, half-closed his eyes, with a devout expression.

Although Liang Cheng didn't speak, Ning Mianmian heard his heart clearly.

"I hope utopia really exists, I want to live there."

Then he held the incense in both hands, bent down deeply, and prayed three times in a row.

Then the scene quickly switched, and they were all different temples.Liang Cheng kowtowed before the statues of gods in different poses, like a fanatical believer.

Ning Mianmian got goosebumps when she saw it, she could probably guess what happened next.It may be because Liang Cheng is too sincere, or it may be that he chose the right person to make a wish one time, and his absurd wish came true, and then there must be a sudden change, which triggered a series of subsequent events.

Sure enough, the scene switched again.

Liang Cheng stood at the gate of Utopia, his joy was beyond words.

Everything around him was just as he had imagined, a beautiful and peaceful village, far away from the mundane world, free from dust, with only endless natural scenery and endless rich products to enjoy.

He stepped into the village excitedly, and was warmly welcomed by many villagers along the way.

Time seemed to be speeded up by an invisible hand, and one painting after another flashed before Ning Mianmian's eyes like a slideshow.She saw that Liang Cheng was assigned to live in his current residence, working at sunrise and resting at sunset every day, as long as he put in a little effort, he would be rewarded handsomely.

Liang Cheng felt so satisfied that he almost forgot that he was the creator of this world. He integrated himself into this world wholeheartedly and regarded himself as a member of Utopia.

However, the good times didn't last long. When Liang Cheng came home one day, he didn't have the usual smile on his face, but frowned.

He sat at the desk, the flickering light of the oil lamp cast a dim shadow on his face.

After a long time, Liang Cheng sighed with a confused look on his face.

"Why?" He tapped his fingers on the table twice, and said to himself, "I already have so much, but I still want to be jealous of others and fight for things that don't belong to me?"

"You didn't look like this when I wrote about you..."

Liang Chengcheng seemed to have a heart disease, and kept thinking about it.And Ning Mianmian probably understood the whole story from his narrative.

After Liang Cheng came to Utopia, he originally thought that it would be like a paradise in his fantasy, where people would always be in harmony and there would be no disputes.

But he was wrong.

When the character in his works becomes an independent person and develops self-awareness, he is no longer a simple flat character, but becomes three-dimensional.

There are joys, anger, sorrows, emotions, desires, and shady dark thoughts.

Where there are people, this cannot be avoided.

Although Liang Cheng was depressed that day, he still had a naive love for Utopia, so he didn't take any action.But as time went by, he discovered more and more things he didn't want to see.

Even if there is no pressure to survive, human desires and comparisons are endless.The disputes and contradictions in Utopia are also increasing day by day. Liang Cheng gradually feels that there is no difference between Utopia and the real world, which makes him very disappointed.

If so, what's the point of him creating such a utopia?

Finally, in a sleepless night, Liang Cheng raised his pen again.

He wrote so hard that the tip of the pen scratched the paper, perhaps to guard against other villagers, what he wrote was full of incomprehensible symbols.

So Ning Mianmian on the side had to use Liang Cheng's intermittent narration to judge what he wanted to express.

On Liang Cheng's face, there was a kind of fanaticism like a devout believer, and he wrote a few pages in a hurry before stopping.

He leaned on the back of the seat and let out a sigh of satisfaction, "Very well, since you are a bad person, you will be punished. There will be kind new people coming in in Utopia, and you are only worthy of becoming evil spirits, and you will be slaves forever without escape."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the trophy next to him, and his gaze that had softened just now became harsh again.

Liang Cheng stood up, picked up the trophy, and threw it on the ground without mercy.

The trophy instantly fell apart, and then disappeared without a sound.

Ning Mianmian suddenly realized that the first batch of evil spirits were born in this way.But what happened to the priests and envoys who appeared later?Could it be that the characters played by Ling Fei and Xie Ting were also created by Liang Cheng?

Time passed quickly before her eyes, and soon, Liang Cheng became dissatisfied with the status quo.

There were messy paper balls all over the floor, and he stood alone in the room, talking to Void.

"I'm too tired." Liang Chengping looked out the window at night, "I want help, I want to establish a complete order...but I can't."

He lowered his head, and there was a weird sound in his throat, and he couldn't tell whether it was laughing or crying.

"Strange, why can't I write it... I seem to have lost something important."

Liang Cheng raised his right hand holding the pen, and repeated nervously, "I can't write, I can't write...Why can I only write a bunch of rubbish now? I want help, who can help me?"

Ning Mianmian stared blankly at what was happening in front of her. Many things were strung together in her mind, forming a complete background story.No wonder Liang Cheng was restricted everywhere. After breaking the trophy, his creative desire was also greatly damaged, and he could no longer do many things.

For example, he wants to create a partner who works side by side with him, and wants Utopia to have a complete system of punishing bad guys, but he can't write it anyway.

Liang Cheng cried and laughed loudly, then fell down on the table exhaustedly and fell asleep.

In the dim light, the air around his body seemed to twist for a second.

Immediately, a translucent and graceful body slowly pulled away from his body, like waking up from a big dream, raised its head at an extremely slow speed.

The pink-haired girl moved unhurriedly, as if she was taking off a coat that was in the way, and finally she got out of Liang Cheng's body and stood upright by the table.

She looked at the sleeping person in front of her, smiled softly, and whispered, "I'll help you."

Even though he knew that all of this was the memory content set by the dungeon, seeing Lingfei's face with a malicious smile, Ning Mianmian's heart still trembled slightly.

Next was Xie Ting. Like Ling Fei, she slowly got up from Liang Cheng's body, landed lightly on the ground, and looked around curiously.She raised her hand, and black mist lingered around her fingertips, covering half of her face.

Xie Ting looked at Lingfei and murmured: "Who... are you?"

Lingfei chuckled, "You are me, and I am you."

She carelessly fiddled with the ends of her light pink hair, and looked at the sleeping Liang Cheng, "Let's get along well."