Non-human Gene Complex

When Lan Mu was awake, his body was unprecedentedly weak.

The last thing he remembers is the moment he entered the zero point, and all his information was destroyed at the root.

But now he can still think about 'I', which means he still exists.

The first reaction was joy, because at least he 'survived'.

Lan Mu opened his eyes, lying on the ground, and it was extremely difficult to stand up.

"Street...where is this?"

Lan Mu squinted his eyes, feeling the air was particularly exciting for the first time, the light and the dust in the air made him feel like he was facing a sandstorm under the scorching sun.

The world is full of double images, his chest is stuffy and he feels suffocating, and Lan Mu doesn't know what kind of air he took, as if he was about to suffocate.

"Are you OK?"

A young man came over, saw Lan Mu's face was pale, and he was half lying on the ground, so he said concerned.

"This air... cough uh..."

Lan Mu took another breath, his eyes blurred, and it took him a long time to stabilize.

"Where is this?"

The boy helped Lan Mu up and said, "I don't know, I'm a foreigner, and it's my first time in Jiujiang."

Lan Mu was taken aback, looked at the boy and asked, "Jiujiang?"

"What? You don't know?" The boy was surprised.

Lan Mu has been to the city of Jiujiang. He came to this city when he hunted down the owner of the virus development software.

After a few decades, the cities on the earth have changed a lot.

But on the street in front of him, Lan Mu recalled the memories he had scanned, and he could still correspond to it.

This is indeed Jiujiang, Jiujiang decades ago...

"2017?" Lan Mu murmured while looking at a billboard not far away.

"Nonsense, did you time travel?" The young man complained, feeling that this person was pretending.

But when he looked down, he found that Lan Mu was dressed strangely.

"Is this the logo of the Lanbai Club? It fits well, I recognized it at a glance...you designed it?" The young man pointed to Lan Mu's black robe, which clearly had the blue and white pupil pattern of the Eye of Truth on it. The detail is pretty nice.

Lan Mu said: "Do you know Lanbai Society?"

The young man laughed and said, "Nonsense, I'm here to do something big! Could it be you too?"

Lan Mu smiled, and said softly, "Kill the author?"

The young man laughed and said, "That's right! I came all the way to Jiujiang just to force him to let Lan Mu out. Let me tell you, without me, it would actually be an open ending!"

Lan Mu narrowed his eyes and said, "What kind of open ending?"

The young man said: "Originally, when Lan Mu entered the zero point, it was over. Cang Yue told me that in the end, Lan Mu's presence and absence was determined by reality, and he would not go out of his way. Hehe, don't you think this is nonsense? Enter Zero o'clock, it was destroyed directly, he played different tricks to kill Lan Mu!"

Lan Mu frowned and said, "And then?"

The young man said: "Then I came to him. The day before yesterday, Tian Lan Mu asked readers for help in the book. It was my duty! Let me tell you, most of the readers just followed suit, so I dared to really come to him! It's a pity that when I came, he had already sent out the plot of Lan Mu's entry into zero, which pissed me off!"

"I tried my best to find him along the way, and finally persuaded him. He came out to see me yesterday, but he didn't update it. When I asked, he said it was over! I don't care, I have to force him to issue a single chapter saying there is no end, or else Post him on the Internet, and he will compromise!"

"He promised me that there should be an update today."

"As a reader, I can't do nothing! Lan Mu's fate, I played an absolute role! He will definitely come out!"

Lan Mu frowned, grabbed the boy by the collar, and roared angrily, "Are you a pig?"

"What are you talking about?" The young man got angry and slapped Lan Mu away, only to see Lan Mu retreat several steps and fall to the ground.

"Idiot! If he continues to write, Lan Mu will still be at the mercy of the author. Only the author will give up control of the fate of the book and leave everything to the unknown rules of reality. There is still a possibility of success! At least the probability is not zero!" Lan Mu Mu roared angrily, and then suddenly coughed a few times.

Unexpectedly, the young man said with a look on his face that you are teasing me: "How could Lan Mu appear in reality, you are a pig, right?"

"..." Lan Mu's expression froze.

The boy said: "I thought I was seriously poisoned, you are more into the show than me? He let Lan Mu enter the zero point, in fact, it was a trick to kill Lan Mu."

"No...you don't understand, you didn't understand me...the tacit understanding between Lan Mu and the author at that time..." Lan Mu almost cried.

Lan Mu stared at the boy viciously and said: "The author didn't need to use any conspiracy to kill Lan Mu, before Lan Mu stepped into zero...he asked the author to strip his life ball, in fact, he wanted the author to prove that he didn't need to cheat. "

"001 immediately peeled off the life ball. This is not something that 001 can do, but the author's mighty power."

"The life ball is Lan Mu's ultimate support. At that time, the author stripped it off without hesitation, saying that he didn't need the zero point at all, and 001 could kill Lan Mu immediately. Without the life ball, there must be a blue animal beyond the infinite timeline The possibility of 001 is zero, even if the probability is zero, even if it is repeated countless times, it is still zero!"

"That was the tacit understanding between Lan Mu and the author. They wanted to prove an unknown answer."

Lan Mu said a lot and coughed frantically.

After hearing this, the boy said, "Oh, I don't care, it's wrong for you to curse!"

"Hehe..." Lan Mu laughed so hard that his eyes were red and he had nothing to say.

He realized that the two were not talking on the same channel at all...

Sometimes, the gap between one thought is here. Both Lan Mu and the author have expressed the logic very clearly, but the young man in front of him doesn't care about it, because in his heart, it is impossible for fantasy to step into reality anyway. It doesn't matter at all.

"What's your name?" Lan Mu smiled bitterly.

The boy tugged: "Chen Tang!"

"I remember." Lan Mu's eyes burst out with murderous intent.

Chen Tang sensed Lan Mu's haze, and said with a smile, "You really know how to pretend."

Lan Mu turned his head and left. He is a very adaptable person. Although he was about to collapse, he still forcibly held back.

He is not afraid of killing people, but he knows that he is so weak now that he may not be able to defeat Chen Tang.

Besides, killing Chen Tang was just to vent his anger, he had more important things to do.

At this moment, Lan Mu is in reality, which is obvious.

However, he needs a proof whether it is real reality or false reality.

Yes, even though he listened to what Chen Tang said, he still couldn't conclude that this was a false reality.

"There is still hope, as long as the author does not continue to write..."

If this is a false reality, it means that the real reality also has a story, and if you find the author at a critical moment, something bad will happen! Causing him to enter a false reality.

If this is real reality, let alone, Chen Tang has already interfered with the author.

Lan Mu's thinking is very clear, regardless of whether this is a false reality or not, the reader Chen Tang exists.

Fortunately, Lan Mu is already here. At this time, even if the real author writes, it will not affect himself in the same interface.

So his greatest hope is that this is the real reality, and the author did not listen to Chen Tang.

"Didn't you update it yesterday? Sure enough, at least he's still hesitating. Be firm... Author, this is our tacit understanding!"

Lan Mu covered his mouth and nose, and searched for the author's residence according to the low interface Jiujiang he remembered back then.

Jiujiang with a low interface is constructed based on the author's imagination, so it is 90% similar to reality.

"My memory is badly impaired, damn it, I don't remember."

For Lan Mu, it was a trip decades ago, and now it seems that all his abilities are gone, and it is only ghostly that he can remember.

"Ahem!" Lan Mu felt pungent as he breathed.

"Almost suffocating... carbon monoxide poisoning?"

Carbon monoxide can cause suffocation. Usually, on city streets, there is very little carbon monoxide in the air. After all, unsaturated combustion of some things will release this kind of gas.

Normal people inhale some harmless, the body can decompose and adapt.

But Lan Mu felt unbearable, his body was almost the lowest value of the human body, the kind that could barely survive.

"That's right! That's right! If I still have my own abilities, I don't even believe this is real..."

Lan Mu was mentally prepared, but it was acceptable, at least he didn't die from the sun.

After experimenting with his abilities, he found that he could no longer feel his spiritual power, and he was still an integrated body, but almost all of his abilities disappeared, and his body was even extremely weak.

"I don't know that my knowledge can't be applied..."

Lan Mu thought about it, he looked away from abilities and the like...he just wanted to know if this place was real or not.

That's more than anything!

What he wants is not a happy ending, and he is not afraid of death.

At this moment, Lan Mu regrets that he asked the readers for help, adding many variables for no reason. No readers will really kill the author. Lan Mu's request has instead become an excuse and a kind of fun.

Readers use this as an excuse to ask the author confidently, which seems to be helping Lan Mu, but in fact, those who really do this must not think so in their hearts.

Chen Tang was like this, Lan Mu asked him if he wanted to kill the author, he laughed and said: Yes, but he didn't prepare any murder weapon.

This person came all the way to help, so that it wasn't Lan Mu, because in his heart, Lan Mu was just an illusory figure after all.

Man is always for himself, and he does this only to satisfy his pleasure of influencing the author.

"Tsk, just such a pathetic desire..."

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