Vol 2 Chapter 312: I create in my dream

Zhang Zhiwen woke up after a long time. When he woke up, he first saw a clean ward. There was no one in the ward. The window was half open, and the breeze blew in. There was a cabinet on the bedside. Bouquets of flowers, the fragrance of flowers comes tangy.
Later, Zhang Zhiwen heard a voice: "You are finally awake, now we can have a good chat."
"Who?" Zhang Zhiwen yelled. He looked left and right, but he could not see anything. The back of his hand was a little cold and a little painful, because his hand was losing normal saline.
"You don't need to be so loud, you just need to think in your brain to talk to me." Wei Huo said, his voice appeared directly in Zhang Zhiwen's brain.
Zhang Zhiwen was terrified: "You can peep at my brain, who are you?"
Wei Huo said: "You need to be calm."
After finishing talking, Wei Huo controlled Zhang Zhiwen's body to cool it down. This suddenly made Zhang Zhiwen calm down. He asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"
Wei Huo began to explain: "Zhang Zhiwen, are you a college student or a literary lover, have contributed articles in multiple magazines and multiple websites, but have not been successful, right?"
"You... what are you doing?"
Zhang Zhiwen has never told anyone about this. His writing has always been carried out quietly, and now all of them are suddenly spoken out, and there is a feeling that the black history has been excavated.
Wei Huo said: "Although your writer's road is not very successful, but you have done something that no writer in the world can do, your creation ran out of your brain."
Zhang Zhiwen looked confused and confused: "What are you talking about, you haven't said who you are?"
Wei Huo said: "I just checked the network of your world, and found that this is an ordinary world, and people in this world do not have the ability to visualize characters. In other words, you may be the only one to imagine The people in here bring to the real people."
Zhang Zhiwen was completely stunned. He opened his mouth wide. He couldn't believe it at all, but the voice in his mind was not fake.
Wei Huo said: "You had a car accident before, do you remember? I saved you, your chest was pierced, I restored it, and... well, some small "hair" in your body "I was cured by the way, but now there is a problem..."
Wei Huo said so, Zhang Zhiwen immediately remembered the car accident. It was on his way back to his hometown. He had been driving a straight road well, but when he passed the crossroads, the car on the left suddenly appeared in horror. High speed jumped out and crashed his car under the road.
It was a nightmare. He still remembered the feeling that the steel bar was "inserted" into his chest. The pain made him immortal.
However, Zhang Zhiwen pulled open his chest and found that there was no wound on his chest at all. He even felt that his body was very comfortable. Originally, his neck and waist were a little uncomfortable because he sat and typed all the year round, but now he doesn't feel that way.
"Really...really saved me?"
Wei Huo answered: "Yes, no one will save you except me."
Zhang Zhiwen was very grateful, but he asked again: "But who are you? Can you tell me your name?"
Wei Huo paused for a moment, then said: "My name is Wei Huo."
"Wei Huo?" Zhang Zhiwen doubted, "I don't have any impression, are you really the character in my story?"
Wei Huo smiled rarely. After so long, someone could call him by his name. He replied: "Maybe I am not the protagonist in your story."
Zhang Zhiwen asked: "Then...you talk about the suspected protagonist, the one who can't die, who harvested a lot of sister harem, holding a bunch of artifacts in his hand, invincible in his life has never been defeated of."
Wei Huo thought, it turns out that this is your protagonist style?
But Wei Huo still listed a few suspected protagonists: "Is Ma Tengyun?"
Zhang Zhiwen doubted and confused: "I don't know."
Wei Huo said again: "Is Lu Qiqi?"
Zhang Zhiwen shook his head: "Women "sex"? Should not be said, my protagonists are all men "sex"."
Wei Huo thought of a legend: "Is the snake god?"
Zhang Zhiwen sighed: "Don't you even have a name? That's definitely not the case."
Wei Huo couldn't think of more people. Zhang Zhiwen thought for a moment and then said, "You told me the key event that happened."
Wei Huo said, "Time is suspended."
Zhang Zhiwen's eyes widened, and he said, "This... I'm sorry. Although I have seen this plot in many novels, comics, animations, and movies, there should be no such plot in my original story. of."
Wei Huo thought for a long time, and it was long before Zhang Zhiwen asked, "Hey, are you still there?"
Wei Huo replied: "Since these possibilities are not, then there is only one possibility. That story was created by you in a dream. When the dream wakes up, you forget the dream, but the world is really made. Only this explanation."
Zhang Zhiwen was a little surprised: "Is the world created in the dream? Is this kind of "fuck" also feasible?"
Wei Huo said: "It's not impossible, but there is a problem. That story has been ended by you. If this is the story you created in your dream, can you still modify this ending? Or, let the story continue. "
Zhang Zhiwen smiled bitterly: "Who can have continuous dreams in this world? And it is a dream that has been forgotten."
"It's the same thing." Wei Huo nodded, and the story seemed to be unsustainable, but just as a person who would die would eventually die, the story would eventually come to an end, and it was helpless to end it.
However, Zhang Zhiwen has been saved by him. I must imagine that the time in the world should start to pass again.
"Speaking of that, in your brain imagination space, there is a group of guys trying to destroy your brain in order to continue the story..."
Before Wei Huo finished his speech, Zhang Zhiwen said in horror: "What!? This group of guys intend to destroy my brain? Should I write everyone to death?"
Wei Huo continued: "But you don't have to worry, UU reads www.uukanshu.com. According to my research, they are just foolish dreams. If you want to destroy your brain, you have to think that I can only do this when I come to this world."
Zhang Zhiwen: "..."
He breathed a sigh of relief, and then frightened again, because he found that this existence that came to reality was too powerful.
But at this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly opened, and a policewoman of about 35 years old came in. The policewoman's expression was very serious. She asked Zhang Zhiwen, "Are you awake? Very good, I have a few questions to ask you."
Zhang Zhiwen: "Ah?"
The female police officer knew that Zhang Zhiwen’s condition was very normal now, so she asked aloud without worrying about the patient’s condition:
Mr. Zhang, I want to know how you escaped from the severely damaged car in the previous car accident? Why are there no wounds on your body?"
Wei Huo said to Zhang Zhiwen: "Don't look at other places and stare at her to answer the question, otherwise she will notice that you are lying."