Weird Talker

Chapter 405 Rainy Night
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On the other side, Fucheng.

Yan Xiao suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He got up immediately, ran to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror has a calm face, but it seems... looming.

He's running out of time...

Yan Xiao looked at her palm, everything started from the stormy night when the "Wedding Dress" strange talk was going on.

Chen Zhiyuan suddenly called and asked himself to go to his house.

That person... that man who looked like a shadow of Yang could hardly hold on anymore.

The ability of Chen Zhiyuan's permanent item is extremely terrifying, and it is the only thing that has "similar" prophecy ability so far.

[Continuation pen], it can continue to write the story line based on the current clues, the more important and complete the collected clues, the higher the probability of the story line developing into a real event.

That night... on that stormy [wedding dress] night, although he and Chen Zhiyuan were not involved in the strange talk, the horror in reality was being played out on them.

It was also that night that I really made up my mind to let everyone in Fucheng... survive.

The memory... came back to that night.

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When receiving Chen Zhiyuan's call, Yan Xiao immediately left home.

He knew very well that Chen Zhiyuan's permanent props were too powerful, which caused the [price] he had to pay to be extremely heavy.

Chen Zhiyuan's thinking ability will gradually become slower as the frequency of use increases.

In other words...Chen Zhiyuan would become an idiot who couldn't think.

When he arrived at Chen Zhiyuan's house, Chen Zhiyuan was lost in thought looking at the heavy rain outside the window.

"Please... write it down for me..." Chen Zhiyuan turned his head, two lines of blood flowed from the corner of his eyes.

Yan Xiao's heart tightened, and he nodded in response.

He took out a pen and paper and sat down at the desk.

Chen Zhiyuan will passively forget some things, but looking at Chen Zhiyuan's current appearance, Yan Xiao is also very puzzled, what exactly did he do?
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Xiao asked concisely.

Chen Zhiyuan stood by the window, shaking his head slightly: "I did a stupid thing."

He raised his head, his voice was not loud, the crackling raindrops on the window glass almost blurred his voice.

But what Chen Zhiyuan said shocked Yan Xiao's heart.

"All along, I've had an idea."

Chen Zhiyuan said calmly.

"My permanent prop is called the pen of continued writing. Based on the clues obtained so far, I can continue to write the possible development of the ghost story, that is... a story line."

"When I first got the continuation pen, I was thinking... what would happen if I used the continuation pen in the real world? Could it be possible to predict the future?"

"Then I felt that my thoughts were naive, because in the real world, where are there any clues related to [the world]?"

"until today."

Chen Zhiyuan took out an item from his pocket and put it on the desk.

Yan Xiao looked down, this thing is... a mobile phone?
whose phone?

"This is Yang's cell phone." Chen Zhiyuan said surprisingly, but the scarier thing is still behind...

"I used Yang's mobile phone as a clue to use the pen to continue writing. I thought it was just a boring attempt." Chen Zhiyuan shook his head with a wry smile, "but...a strange thing happened."

"Please record everything that follows."

Chen Zhiyuan spoke with a bit of pleading in his tone, and said it very seriously.

Yan Xiao also realized the seriousness of the matter, nodded, and picked up the pen.

At this moment, they all think that it is most reliable to record it on paper with the most words.

Chen Zhiyuan opened his mouth and said word by word:
[There is only one pupil world. 】

[He is a genius, he created a backup of the pupil world. 】

[But... Zuo Xian, you should understand... We have all experienced the most terrifying things. 】

【…】

【We have all seen the future...】

【I want to use my own way to make this world continue...】

【…】

【Positive!Don't do that!you are wrong! 】

[No... I'm right, Fucheng... is the last chance, I should have noticed it from the beginning, Fu... is dormant, it's hiding, it's waiting for the time...]

[The time is now! 】

【Hate me, everyone in Fucheng...】

【…】

[You... lunatic! 】

【…】

【He once said...the scariest thing in the world is that there are no ghosts in the world. 】

【We can't see people who have passed away. When they die, they are dead. 】

【But in Fucheng, death is not the end... It's just that the price is too heavy...】

【…】

[Someone has to do this, Yan Xiao... Do you regret it? 】

【…】

【thanks. 】

【…】

[I will remember that you existed. 】

【…】

The blood and tears from the corners of Chen Zhiyuan's eyes flowed out uncontrollably.

Under his description, Yan Xiao recorded everything stroke by stroke.

He raised his head, and what he saw was Chen Zhiyuan's pale face.

Stepped forward to support him, and made a general inspection, Yan Xiao frowned.

Although the consciousness was still there, he was unconscious, his body's deep and shallow reflexes were disappearing, his heartbeat was weakening, and his breathing became shallow. At this moment, Chen Zhiyuan was on the verge of death.

Fortunately, Yan Xiao was prepared when he came over.

He immediately gave Chen Zhiyuan a shot of epinephrine, and finally maintained his vital signs.

About half an hour later, Yan Xiao sat at the desk, holding a pen, looking at the content recorded before.

Chen Zhiyuan regained his consciousness, walked to the window in silence, and looked at the pouring rain outside the window.

"I don't know how they are now."

Yan Xiao's heart darkened.

He knew that Chen Zhiyuan had forgotten.

He used Yang's mobile phone to use the [Continued Writing Pen] in the real world, and ended up writing a part of the [Future] story line, but at this moment... Chen Zhiyuan has forgotten all about it.

But... as far as this matter is concerned, this may not be a bad thing.

Yan Xiao was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who are you worried about?"

Then...Chen Zhiyuan expressed his worries. He was worried about Zhong Xueran, recalled Yang, and tried hard to remember what he promised Yang.

……

"I want more people to live."

Chen Zhiyuan said this in a daze.

"But I might forget about it."

Yan Xiao held the paper full of words and subconsciously clenched it a little bit.

"I am leaving."

He rejected Chen Zhiyuan's invitation to stay, even though it was raining heavily, he still left.

But...he called someone he had met before.

"PhD……"

"All the players in Fucheng, I want them to survive..."

It was night, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain.

(End of this chapter)