Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Stay, kid."

"I need you. Everyone needs you."

"You're a big star now, you know that?"

Truman was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"The whole world is watching me?"

Christopher smiled, "Of course, kid. You are more popular than you think - I can give you a raise, I can give you a new family, what kind do you like? Where do you want to live?"

Truman said nothing.

"Once you open that door, there is no turning back; Truman, the world outside is not as beautiful as you think.

There is deception and lies everywhere out there...

Pain, sadness...

Disguises abound, greedy to eat flesh and chew bones;

You have to learn to be tolerant and endure loneliness;

If you become weak, you will be bullied; if you become strong, you will be involved in a fight;

You have to be selfish, but you can't let others notice that you are too selfish; you want to live a simple life, but you can't avoid being entangled in more and more complicated life.

They will tear your soul out and put it back in; they will trample on your dignity, your smile, your innocence - Truman, humans will kill you."

Christopher's voice was steady and low.

"That's the kind of pain you can never bear."

He looked at his child, who had grown from a baby into a man in his thirties, and now he still had the same smile on his face as he had many years ago.

He seemed to have never grown up.

He is different.

"Truman, stay."

Truman Burbank listened to the entire passage, he listened quietly, thinking quietly. After the voice finished speaking, he pondered and smiled.

Then... he waved aimlessly towards the sea.

He showed his signature smile, as bright as the sun.

“Thank you, thank you for your attention over the years.”

"In the days without me,

I also wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night. "

He gave an awkward farewell ceremony, turned around with a smile, and there was a determination in his eyes that he had never seen before.

He pushed down the handle...

Opened the door to a new world.

He smelled fresh air he had never smelled before.

“Damn it!! Shut down the live broadcast! Shut down!!” Christopher’s expression changed, and he yelled at the staff: “Send someone to guard the place where he left, notify all personnel, and bring him back for me!!”

Yes, Christopher repented.

It's not that Truman can't leave him, but that he can't leave Truman Burbank, the peerless star he created - the gold mine that feeds the entire group.

He can't live without him.

He lied.

Moreover, his position gave him the power to go back on his word.

"Bring him back!!"

The personnel communicated with each other on the intercom and immediately deployed control measures.

At this moment, no one paid attention in the chaotic room. A circle formed by a few strands of golden lines divided part of the space. A middle-aged man with pale long hair tied into a braid and a straight and slim French belt and cloth buckle stepped into the room from the other end with an expressionless face.

Silently.

He knocked the snow off the toes of his boots and walked towards the frantic director.

……

At the other end, the man running in the passage also stopped.

At the end of the passage, there were actors and guards who had received orders and whose lives or deaths were unknown.

and also…

A woman in a bright yellow robe.

She had her back to the light, casting a shadow at her feet.

"Hello, Mr. Burbank," the woman said, taking off her large cap. Her voice was ethereal. "It seems I am just in time."

The bright backlight cast a shadow on the woman's stone-like face.

Truman quietly retreated along the wall.

"I, I can sign an autograph for you."

The woman smiled gently. "No, I'm not a fan of yours, Mr. Burbank. But you, you mention me often, don't you?"

Ok?

Truman glanced at the "corpses" all over the floor, pretended to puff out his chest, and continued to move backwards quickly - he didn't realize that this corridor had long been turned into a huge mechanical conveyor belt.

With the gears turning silently, there was no point in his retreating.

He is still there.

"I've mentioned too many people - how about I sign an autograph for you? What do you want to write? I wish you... I wish you good health in the future - no, I didn't see you kill anyone..."

"I don't see anything..."

Gu Yi smiled and pointed at his feet.

Gears and tracks made of stone.

Moving unreasonably.

"..."

thump.

A fart.

The tracks stopped.

"Don't you believe there is magic in this world?" Ancient One waved his fan and took small steps forward: "Pray to me every night... Truman Burbank, don't you want to see the real world?"

Truman was trembling, his lips were blue: "You, you, you...you are the bald god...?? No beard or hair... cough..."

Halfway through his speech, he finally realized that this statement was impolite.

This time it was Gu Yi's turn to have a distorted expression.

Mori Tsukisa.

The blow I gave you was too light.

Taking a deep breath to adjust his emotions, Ancient One maintained the dignity that a 'Supreme Sorcerer' should have and extended an invitation to the frightened man.

"Come to Kamar-Tajma?"

"Some mischievous fellow sent me to do it. You're in luck, Mr. Burbank."

There was a friendly smile in the woman's mischievous eyes.

“A great fortune that only comes once in a century.”

Chapter 144 Extra: The Girl Who Wins the Bet

The autumn night wind and the stars and moon fall on the white gauze curtains, blowing people's thoughts. The air is neither warm nor cold, and the bored and lonely breathing and the honking of city horns rise and fall one after another.

After the sundries and the solved cases were swept away by the whirlwind, the living room, which was originally a little empty, was now clean without any trace of anyone having lived there.

L squatted on the brown patent leather sofa, staring at the kettle on the long coffee table, which was cast a long and narrow shadow by the warm light.

This was given to him by Mori Yuesha before she left.

Brown bear thermos.

'You can open the bear head and pour milk in. It also keeps the milk warm.'

She mumbled an explanation to herself.

'Thanks. ’

L carefully looked at the extremely inhumane little bear thermos that required one to open the skull to suck out the water, and recalled the scene from many days ago.

'You don't like it?'

Mori Yuesha felt a little lost.

"Actually, Micky's is not bad either, but I gave you a key pendant last time... I don't think you wore it..." She glanced at L cautiously, shook her head, and promoted the gift she bought.

"You can pour heated milk or coffee into it - even if Grandpa Du is not here, you can still drink hot coffee for half a day."

An unexpectedly cute girl in some places.

'Is this compensation? ' he asked.

"Tsk - I told you that you wouldn't die. I bet a lot of expensive shoes on you."

L reached out and picked up the cute little bear thermos, opened the bear's head, and took a sip of the greasy coffee.

Time passed by without noticing 11——

Humans seem to be creatures that cannot perceive "time". They can only fall asleep or wake up according to the sunset, the moonrise, or the degree of physical fatigue...

Unless your life is counting down.

At that time you will be particularly sensitive to time.

For example, a patient with cancer who is told by the doctor that he has little time left; a traveler who is cut off from food, water and the outside world due to an emergency in the desert; a man who is having sex with a woman and at that moment his wife takes out the key to open the door; a man who set the alarm the day before but wakes up to find that it didn't go off...

There is not much time left.

L jumped off the sofa hunched over, and you could hear a pin drop in the spacious room.

There was only... the soft rustling sound of footsteps on the carpet.

There was no ferry, no hurried police officers, no ringing telephones - he was like a baby returning to the womb, finally enjoying the rare quietness after many years.

The computer screen is on.

Arrietty handed over the account to him before she left.

'Remember to top up my account when there is an event! '

A short, flat character with an expressionless face stood in the guild, and conversations between members popped up from time to time in the lower left corner.

L sat in the swivel chair and retracted his hand.

pat.

Her Majesty the Cold and Invincible Queen: "."

I don't know why, maybe it wants to communicate with "humans" in the last moments?

Takimi: "Look who I caught?!"

Takimi: "Didn't you say you were going on a trip? Is it the elder sister or the younger sister?"

Her Majesty the Cold and Invincible Queen: "It's not me."

Takimi: “…”

Momonga: "Relatives?"