Chapter 230 229. He is no longer a man

   "You are the protagonist of the story."

  When the ancients said this sentence, there was no ostentation or complacency, just flat narration.

   "The protagonist needs to have personality, so the three of you will be so different."

  "Do you mean that we were created by you?"

  Drizzt thought it was a bit funny. He may be only a few years younger than the ancient capital, but all the experiences from childhood to adulthood are clearly remembered and cannot be fabricated.

   "You can say yes, or you can say no."

Gudu shook his head.

  "You put it here and put it here."

   Lu Zie couldn't help but uttered a word.

   "Have you ever written a novel?"

  Ancient Capital asked back, and before the three of them could answer, he spoke again to himself.

"If a character in a novel only has a name, it is just a passerby with a name. If you want to create a character with flesh and blood, you need to build his life bit by bit from his birth, even from the birth of his ancestors. Trajectory can get an impressive character."

"Otherwise, the character is just a tool for the story, like the priest upstairs, like the passerby outside. The only difference is whether the author took a few seconds to install a neighbor or a name that he saw in the newspaper. ."

  Hearing what the ancient capital had said, Lu Yi nodded slightly.

   “Indeed, this is the case with creators, so sometimes some authors have hypothesis, can’t distinguish between reality and illusion, and even have symptoms of schizophrenia.”

  Drizzt and Xia glanced at Lu Zan, and took a half step back subconsciously.

  ". But human beings have limits."

  The ancient capital was taken aback. It might be that Lu Zie's support was so unexpected, and he continued.

   "Even if a person's imagination is rich and knowledge and experience are accumulated, human beings still have their limits."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

  Drizzt asked slightly impatiently.

   "He might want to say, he is no longer a human being?"

  Lu Yi guessed.

  "."

  The ancient capital was silent for a while again, before pretending that he hadn’t heard Lu Zan’s words.

  "I want to say that in fact no author can really do this, and readers don’t need to care so much. Just use some contrast, reversal and other means to make a character special."

   "One to say one, indeed."

  Lu Zie nodded again as if he understood something.

  嘭——

  The bronze door banged once again, making everyone look there.

   "What's behind this door?"

  Xia asked curiously.

   "Some not-so-good things are also the reason why I exist here."

  The ancient capital was silent for a moment before continuing.

   "Let’s go back to the previous topic, just because human beings have limits, there is no perfect story in the world, but some existences do not agree with this."

  "For a simple example, the biography of a celebrity may be fabricated, but the celebrity as the protagonist does exist. Do you think the author of the biography created that person?"

  Lu Zan shook his head when he heard this.

   "Those people must be real. The book is just one of his images. After all, the biography will not write out some unknown thoughts in this person."

   "Exactly."

  The ancient capital knocked on the table.

   "So, there are some existences, some existences that we cannot understand. In order to get perfect stories, He alienated these stories. Well, you should understand this word."

  He hesitated for a moment, then opened the drawer of the desk and took out a harmonica from it.

  The harmonica had ten holes, and it looked ordinary, but Lu Jie could feel it at first glance that it had some kind of extraordinary aura.

  This is one of Du Danping’s melody fragments!

  The ancient capital took the harmonica, took a deep look, and then put it aside.

  "This was left to me by a friend of mine, who said it was a good friend. In fact, we only spent a few days together, but the experience of those few days will never be remembered for me, and it has changed my life."

  He seemed to be reminiscing, with a look of loneliness and relief on his face.

   "In short, in that experience, I heard certain voices, contacted certain existences, and finally, I chose my current career."

  The ancient capital sighed and pointed to the bronze gate.

  "My friend deceived him into the door, and at the same time, the melody woven by the harmonica made him fall asleep, but his sleep is not deep, and he may wake up at any time."

   "If he wakes up, even the one in the abandoned capital may not be able to protect the entire city."

   "You mean, there is an evil **** trapped in it?"

   Lu Yi asked.

"Cthulhu? It can be said that he does not distinguish between goodwill and maliciousness. To him, human beings are insignificant. Just like walking on the road, you don’t care how many ants are trampled to death. Destroy civilization."

  The ancient capital laughed like a self-deprecating laugh.

  "For him, there is no essential difference between sleeping and waking up, but for human beings, it is better to make him fall asleep than wake up. I am the gatekeeper responsible for keeping him asleep."

   "So you are here, uh, singing a lullaby?"

   Drizzt seemed to have calmed down a bit, he put down the pistol in his hand, and the bronze door made another crash, but it was already faint as if a cat was scratching the door.

"I said, what he pursues is stories, so he can sleep peacefully by reading some bedtime stories to him. I don’t have any special skills, but sometimes there are some strange stories in my mind. I sit here. , And there is no loss."

  The ancients said very plainly, as if he was not facing an indescribable evil god, but a naughty bear kid who was finally willing to fall asleep.

   "In the beginning, one story was enough for him to enjoy it for a long time, but later, the interval became shorter and shorter. Now, I have to sit here to satisfy him. This is what you see now."

"However, these stories seem to have become reality. We were attacked by a mercenary who watched "Shadow of Terror" and we met the monster of "Dog in the Painting" in your villa. There was a spider in the hotel just now. 'S story has an impact on reality and hurt many people."

   Drizzt calmed down completely, he said.

"I'm sorry about this. I have also tried to write some warm stories, but obviously, his existence does not like the love of mortals. His food is fear, and only scary stories can be brought to him. Joy."

Gudu thought for a while, and then spoke again.

"Furthermore, I mentioned to you before that He wants a perfect story. His sleep cannot take away his power. Even in a dream, this pursuit has not changed. Therefore, there is everything you have seen and experienced. , That’s what I told you at the beginning."

   "It's not that you are acting in accordance with the plot of the story, but the story is chasing you."

  (End of this chapter)