141: Chapter 139: I’m Just a Novelist 141: Chapter 139: I’m Just a Novelist Following Lin Zheyuan’s command, the entire Hunters Association sprang into action, with a fleet of black sedans streaming out of the psychiatric hospital one after another.
Even without warning lights, these black cars still moved unobstructed through the streets.
In the Federation, any large-scale operation by the Hunters Association ant imdiate traffic control and a green light all the way, ensuring the Association’s team could reach the scene as quickly as possible.
This practice was necessary but not to be known by the general public.
As a result, as more and more witnesses erged, gossip began to fernt, and the convoy of the Hunters Association was rumored to be the Federation leaders’ fleet.
With a bit of deliberate guidance from a few, this was taken as evidence of the Federal Governnt abusing its privileges…
Unintentionally, the Federal Governnt even ended up taking the bla for the Hunters Association.
This ti, Wen Wen also enjoyed a taste of privilege, and he had to admit it was much easier to blend in with the organization than to go it alone.
Based on Wen Wen’s observations over the past two days, even an average-strength Demon Hunter, with such strong support, might hunt monsters just as efficiently as he did.
That was a bit scary.
Little did they know, to others, Wen Wen’s solitary achievents, without the backing of an Association, were what was truly terrifying.
…
Sun Wei opened his eyes and sat up abruptly from his bed.
The dream from the previous night was so realistic that he hadn’t slept well.
But when he opened his eyes, he realized sothing was off.
The wardrobe, the bedding, the chairs—they all looked unfamiliar, even resembling the scenes from his dream last night!
“This doesn’t seem like my house…”
The bedroom door was left open.
As he looked outside, he saw a middle-aged man in a tea-colored suit, flipping through a novel.
Sun Wei recognized the cover—it was his only published paperback novel.
And then…
the thing on the floor was…
A corpse!
A corpse that had been bludgeoned to the point of being unrecognizable!
What horrified Sun Wei even more was that the corpse greatly resembled the pirated reader he had killed in his dream.
No, not just resembled—it was identical!
The layout of this room, the body on the floor, aside from the middle-aged man, everything else completely matched the scene from his dream!
“This…
this is…” Sun Wei took two steps back, feeling his legs grow weak.
“That’s right, you killed soone.”
The middle-aged man, who was Yan Biqing, closed the book in his hands and looked indifferently at Sun Wei, his eyes devoid of any sentint.
“I didn’t kill anyone; it was just a dream…
and this must be a dream too!”
Sun Wei tugged at his facial skin, hoping the pain would awaken him from the dream, but it was futile.
“Yesterday, after I brought you here, you were sowhat agitated, so with a little guidance from , you killed this person.
Your character in the book is always so calm and rational, yet you act so recklessly and foolishly in person, which is quite unexpected.”
After the initial panic had subsided, Sun Wei forced himself to calm down.
Having written many novels, he sowhat believed in the supernatural and had a higher tolerance for such situations.
“Whatever you want, I will give it to you, just don’t harm ,” Sun Wei made the wisest choice.
“I used to enjoy your novels very much, so I was quite curious about you, but you have been sowhat of a disappointnt…”
Yan Biqing carelessly tossed the novel into the pool of blood, causing Sun Wei’s eyelids to twitch violently.
His forehead and back were drenched in sweat; he was terrified.
This person had taken him from his ho to this godforsaken place, and even controlled him to kill soone.
What kind of terrifying thing would happen if such a dangerous individual were disappointed?
The muscles on either side of Yan Biqing’s mouth curled up, as if he were attempting a smile, but the imitation was a failure.
“Don’t be so nervous,” he said, “I won’t harm you for now because I still have questions for you.”
“I will answer honestly,” Sun Wei replied obediently.
Yan Biqing said seriously, “In your novel, there is an organization that creates a machine capable of erasing mories.
Could you tell how that machine works?”
“Uh, I don’t know, I’m just a novelist.”
Sun Wei was breaking out in a cold sweat.
What kind of lunatic reader was this?
He had never dread that anyone would ask him about the principles behind the things in his novel.
To seek reality in fantasy, this guy must be a lunatic!
Yan Biqing shook his head in disappointnt and said, “So, the things in your novel are just your imaginings and don’t really exist.”
“Let ask you another thing,” he continued, “in your novel, it is righteous for humans to kill monsters, but when monsters kill humans, it is an unforgivable sin warranting execution or capture.
Why is that?”
Shivering, Sun Wei replied, “Because I am human.
From a human perspective, that’s how it should be.”
He was now feeling sowhat uneasy, afraid that a wrong answer to any question would provoke this man into a murderous rage, much like a professor lying in wait during a thesis defense.
“So you are saying, if one were to stand from a non-human perspective, it wouldn’t be wrong for to kill a person.”
“That’s not valid,” Sun Wei hurried to reassure him, “you are human, so it’s better not to kill.”
Sun Wei said, comforting, as his life was in this person’s hands.
Thus, he needed to dispel any thoughts of killing from his mind.
Yan Biqing stood up and straightened his clothes.
“One last question,” he said, “you claim that strength has no morality of its own, no consciousness, and is rely a tool.”
Feeling anxious, Sun Wei asked, “Uh, what’s wrong with that?”
“Wrong…
completely wrong.
It was never a tool!”
Yan Biqing’s face grew dark, as if it was shrouded by a layer of oppressive dark clouds, and the atmosphere in the air shifted to sothing different.
“I used to like your books, that’s why I ca to see you.
But after eting you, I realized that all you wrote was pure imagination, without any basis in reality.
I really don’t know why he liked your books.”
“Therefore…
you have no reason to exist!”
Yan Biqing stretched out his finger and swiftly jabbed towards Sun Wei.
If he connected, Sun Wei’s head would explode like a rotten waterlon.
Just then, a loud noise burst through the air, and a muscular man crashed through the ceiling and landed, shielding Sun Wei with his body.
This muscular man was You Han!
Yan Biqing’s finger swipe did not harm You Han in the slightest, but it did ruin You Han’s pink sweater.
“This sweater was a gift from my boyfriend!”
You Han was furiously outraged and let out an angry roar as he punched at Yan Biqing.
His Superpower was simple: muscle strength enhancent!
Now at the pinnacle of the Mastery Realm, no superpower user in the Assimilation Realm who did not specialize in strength would dare to clash with him.
As the Intelligence Officer of the Furong River Hunters Association, You Han was the strongest in hand-to-hand combat!
In Yan Biqing’s eyes, there was still no sign of emotion, just a calm extension of his right hand, with green streaks of data streaming across it.
Then, he nonchalantly caught You Han’s punch!
As if catching a child’s punch!
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