god of reasoning

Chapter 11 "The Game of Time" ([-])
"and after?"

"Later? Later, of course, I went back to the original era through that river of time again—that is, now. Otherwise, how could I still be sitting here and telling you stories." After finishing speaking, I looked at the person with Glasses, a man with long hair.

His name is Xinyu. I met him online. He is a writer, but he always seems to call himself a writer.When we were chatting once, he asked me to tell him some strange things that happened around him as material for his writing. At this time, I remembered the series of strange things I experienced back then, so I asked him to come out and explain the whole thing. The ins and outs told him.

"This story is really tortuous, but it doesn't suit me. I specialize in writing suspense reasoning, but your story is a time-travel story." He didn't seem very interested in the story I told.

"Although mine is a time-traveling experience, there are also many unexplainable mysteries in it, which can be used as material for you."

"An inexplicable mystery?"

"Yeah. That's why I went back to ancient times or the future after I fell into that river. These are things that science can't explain."

"Are you sure this story is true? It's not just hearsay?" It seemed that he had serious doubts about the veracity of my story.

"Of course! This is my personal experience. It's definitely not hearsay or false rumors." As I spoke, I slapped the table firmly with my palm, which shocked him.With just this little guts, still writing suspense novels?I secretly laughed at him in my heart.

"So, this story is really interesting." He finally became interested in this matter as I wished.Hope to get a reasonable explanation from him.I have visited some psychology and physics experts on this matter before, and they either said that I was insane or that I was daydreaming.

"Through... the ancient times... the future..." He muttered to himself, while habitually taking off his glasses and playing with them in his hands.I didn't want to disturb his thinking, so I leaned on the sofa and looked at him silently.

After an unknown amount of time, he put his glasses back on and stretched his limbs.I quickly asked, "How is it? Do you have an answer?"

"This... I guess there is, but..." He paused at this point, "I just found a possibility that can be explained, and there is no conclusive evidence."

"That's fine, let's hear it." I'm satisfied that the other party can believe that this matter is true. As for the reasonable explanation, it is a derivative beyond my expectation.

"This, okay." Xin Yu picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of water, and then began to explain, "About the question of time travel, I'm sorry to say that, in fact, I don't believe it's authenticity at all. One point, I have the same idea as your father, time-travel novels are YY literature written for little girls who simply like to dream."

"It's okay, I don't have any feelings for time-traveling novels now." I said this not out of politeness, but my real thoughts now. Indeed, after going through such a series of encounters, no one will be interested in time-traveling novels anymore. Good impression.

"That's good, I'll continue. Although I don't believe in the existence of such things as time travel, but I believe your words, that is to say, I believe that the time travel experience you described is true." His words felt somewhat logical Chaos, but he himself didn’t seem to notice it, and continued to talk, “Well, since time travel is absolutely impossible in the real world, but you have personally experienced a series of time travel events. Then you can only There is an explanation." At this point, he stopped for a while, as if he was waiting for my question.

"What's the explanation?" As he expected, I uttered this question that connects the past and the following.

"That is - the series of time-traveling events you experienced were actually artificially created." What Xin Yu said next surprised me.

(End of this chapter)