Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 263: Illusion Caused by the Pen Tip

"Anyway, you can treat me as anything you want. In just less than four months since I came to this world, I have already received a title that I couldn't get in more than 20 years in my previous life. Of course, the premise is that I don't know if there were people who said bad things about me in my previous life. I mean, there must be a lot."

Zheng Fan spoke like a board game host, opening the topic.

Hong Yiyi glanced at the bar where everyone was sitting: "I'm more curious about where this bar was moved from."

"Please, this is a world of inspiration. Can you please speak with some inspiration, Miss Yiyi?" Zheng Fan said, shaking his head.

Although Hong Yiyi looked normal now, Zheng Fan could feel that she was ready to take action the moment she saw him.

Of course, on the one hand, she was frightened by Zheng Fan, and on the other hand, she found that her groom and sister seemed to recognize Zheng Fan, so she still did not "say hello" in her usual way.

"And you, noisy woman, get away from me. This is the host area, you're crossing the line." Zheng Fan reached out and pressed Hong Yijia's face to push her away.

Hong Yiyi was a little speechless as she looked at her sister's inexplicable excitement. Finally, she sighed, put one hand on the table and looked at Zhong Zuo who was writing furiously beside her.

"Mr. Illusion, Mr. Illusion, it's the living Mr. Illusion, the real Mr. Illusion! Oh my God, how can he be so perfect! He looks exactly like what I dreamed of!" Hong Yijia kept tapping the table with his hands.

"Yijia, stop shaking your legs."

"Sorry, sis." But the hands wouldn't stop.

"Zhong Zuo, what have you been writing just now?" she asked Zhong Zuo again.

"The solution..." He looked up at Zheng Fan.

"If you could solve it yourself, it wouldn't have dragged on until now, right?" Zheng Fan didn't care about what he said.

Zhong Zuo nodded.

Hong Yiyi frowned: "How did you know?"

"He said so himself."

"What? What happened to my brother-in-law?" Hong Yijia turned around and looked at her sister and brother-in-law in confusion.

The pen in Zhong Zuo's hand paused, and Hong Yiyi did not answer immediately, and the two fell into silence.

Hong Yijia asked carefully and thoughtfully: "Could it be..."

Zhong Zuo and Hong Yiyi's expressions became increasingly heavy.

"My brother-in-law's pre-marital medical examination results were not satisfactory?"

"Is...what, no! What are you thinking about all day long?" Hong Yi blurted out but suddenly realized something was wrong and grabbed her sister's head.

Zhong Zuo almost couldn't hold it in, the pen in his hand tilted, and the handwriting was ugly.

"We didn't even go for a pre-marital checkup," he muttered. "We should have done it. It's important and good for both of us."

"You're right, but that's not what I'm talking about now!" Hong Yi responded and then quickly corrected herself.

"What? Sister and brother-in-law, you didn't do a pre-marital medical examination? If mom and dad knew, they would definitely blame you! If there were any problems, they would have been solved earlier!"

"Because we are all busy! Why do you have to assume that we have problems first? Are you itching for trouble recently?" Hong Yiyi directly beat Hong Yijia up. Facing the chief of the block, Hong Yijia, a small civil servant, naturally had no power to fight back, not to mention that he was suppressed by his sister's bloodline.

Zheng Fan sat there and brought out a cup of coffee from somewhere and handed it to Zhong Zuo: "Relax, coffee helps to stimulate your inspiration." Zhong Zuo nodded: "Thank you, but I prefer American coffee."

"Drink it if you want, I'll give you face."

Zhong Zuo: “…”

He covered his face silently. Although he might not be qualified to say so, what on earth was wrong with this world? The most terrifying thing was that this experience was making his inspiration stir, and many thoughts flourished.

Everyone, sit back and put the issue of “premarital physical examination” aside for now.

"Zhong Zuo's inspiration is out of control." Zheng Fan clarified the situation in one sentence.

"To be precise, inspiration has never been under my control. It has always been like a mad wild horse. It only lies down obediently in my hands occasionally, and most of the time, it will just run wildly without restraint. And I can only hold the reins tightly with all my might. If I am not careful, I will be thrown off, and then it will cause a big mistake." Zhong Zuo said in a deep voice.

"In fact, it has already made a big mistake, twice." Zheng said.

"Yes, if you count this time, it is indeed twice."

"The first time was with Villon." Zheng Fan continued, "It seems that Villon's situation is not that simple. He may have his own reasons. He is jealous of you and admires your talent and inspiration, but some things require a more direct opportunity."

"The manuscript of the short horror story "Strange Mirror" is already very old. Although you always carry it with you, it can be seen that it was created a long time ago. How long did it take exactly?" Zheng Fan looked at Zhong Zuo, "Why did you write only that one horror novel when you don't write horror novels?"

"For Villon." Zhong Zuo lowered his head, looking ashen. After thinking for a moment, he raised his head again. "This novel was not inspired by me, at least not entirely. It was the idea I got from Villon through correspondence. When this feeling came, I could not go against it or even suppress it, so I started writing and sent the article to him."

“Could it be that Weiyong is…” Hong Yijia opened her eyes wide.

"He went crazy after that and became a super-inspiration hunter. I don't know what specific impact my article had on him, but it must be because of my unauthorized expression." Zhong Zuo sighed.

Hong Yiyi drank her tea silently without saying anything. These contents were different from what Zhong Zuo had reported to the processing bureau at the beginning, but she knew this. During the long companionship, Zhong Zuo did not hide these things from her.

This is also a huge knot in Zhong Zuo's heart, and she can't do anything about it.

"When did his mirror illusion appear?" Hong Yijia suddenly frowned and discovered the blind spot.

"Villon was originally a not-so-famous street cleaner, a low-class person who just wanted to make a living. It was the appearance of the mirror illusion that changed his status. Relying on the power of the illusion, he once became a famous street cleaner in Nolan, and also became a super-inspiration hunter that many well-known writers were afraid of." The person who answered this question was Hong Yiyi.

She gently put down the teacup: "That is, after Zhong Zuo sent him "The Weird Mirror."

"That hallucination was fostered by Weiyong using his brother-in-law's articles." Hong Yijia confirmed immediately.

"Probably, yes. The mirror maze, the mirror world, the clones... these are all things that the man in the mirror described in my novels have shown." Zhong Zuo drank the bitter coffee and showed an equally bitter smile.

"It's really wonderful. Your novel can foster hallucinations." Zheng Fan had turned into a bartender without him noticing, wiping a wine glass.

"Words are bridges that can convey ideas, but I'm not sure where this bridge may lead to," Zhong Zuo replied.

"Okay, so we know this. Back then, your article "The Mirror" caused Villon to go crazy and develop an illusion of a man in the mirror. Now let's put our perspective back to the present." Zheng Fan put down the cup, "Why did your farewell poem bring about this illusion again?"

"In the story that brought you two together, did Villon really die in the end?"

Zheng Fan looked at the two of them and said, "You both gave uncertain answers before, but now I have a reasonable suspicion: you should know."

"Because that was an illusion caused by Zhong Zuo's pen."

(End of this chapter)