Lin Yayue threw me a bottle of pulsation, I rinsed my mouth, then got out of the car and looked at her.

"Is there nine hours left?" I asked.

"Yes." Lin Yayue pushed a long hair from her bangs behind her ears and looked at me with a smile, "I'm very principled, right? If you give you an anesthesia needle while you're in a coma, everything will be over."

"Then why didn't you do that?" I asked.

"Because I want to see the end," Lin Yayue said, "I am very interested and want to see why you guide me. Isn't this what the novels are all written in this way? The protagonist is often coerced by a villain and asked to complete a certain task within 24 hours, otherwise he will die. Then the protagonist often turns the situation at the last moment. As a former novelist, I really want to see what surprises you can give me."

"No surprise." I said bluntly, spreading my hands, "It's really not."

"Then I will wait until the time comes to see your disappointed and decadent expression, which is definitely a wonderful enjoyment." Lin Yayue said.

I smiled bitterly, raised my head, looked at Nanjing City, which had become ruins behind me, and asked:

“Where do you want to go next?”

Lin Yayue pointed her chin with her slender fingers, looked up at the gray sky, and said:

"Well... where is the best place to go? By the way, let's go back to my house to take a look. I guess I won't see you in the future, so let's go back and take a look."

Lin Yayue proposed to go back to her home to check it out. Of course I agreed to her. Although the military did not interfere with the date between Lin Yayue, I knew that they were actually secretly monitoring us, so I shouted a few casually. In less than twenty minutes, a helicopter flew from the sky and landed in front of Lin Yayue and me. We got on the plane. After two transfers, we took a passenger plane to Lin Yayue’s original residence.

Lin Yayue is from Zhejiang. Her former residence is in Shaoxing, Zhejiang. She is a typical beauty in Jiangnan. There are many literati in history. Lin Yayue’s former residence is much simpler than I thought. It was actually a farmhouse with two floors and a large courtyard. It looks disrepaired and unusually dilapidated and simple, and it is spliced ​​with the surrounding nursing homes.

When Lin Yayue held my hand and entered the nursing home, an old lady inside did not evacuate, but was sweeping the floor. It seemed that the military did not tell the old people here about the disaster.

When the sweeping old lady saw Lin Yayue, she immediately smiled and said warmly as if she had seen her granddaughter. Lin Yayue also held my hand and greeted the old lady enthusiastically. She came forward to greet him politely and even helped the old lady sweep a piece of land. If it weren't for seeing the other side of Lin Yayue, I would even think that Lin Yayue has always been the original Lin Yayue and has never changed.

The rusty iron window frames were covered with earthy tiles and tiled walls with green oil and green moss, some mud was peeled off, and the yard was covered with weeds. Unexpectedly, this was the residence where Lin Yayue and the vulgar old man lived for many years.

Lin Yayue's house is behind a wooden door with yellow paint on the second floor near the end of the corridor. When I entered the door, I was stunned by the simplicity and narrowness inside. I originally thought that the place where a lady like Lin Yayue lived must be a luxury villa as if it were a castle. I never expected that the one she had lived in for many years was just a small house less than 80 square meters, with two bedrooms and one living room, not even the bathroom and kitchen. The living room was extremely clean and simple. The cheapest and cheap coffee table made of compressed wood chips, and a second-hand fabric sofa with several stitches of fabric from the handrail. Apart from that, there was a pot of withered daffodils on the coffee table. There was nothing else.

"The house is a bit simple. Don't you mind?" Lin Yayue walked to the window awkwardly, pulled open the curtains, opened the window frames and breathed in, and said.

My eyes wandered around Lin Yayue's home, shook my head and said:

"I don't mind. But your home... is indeed a bit beyond my expectations."

"I am different from humans. Humans pursue luxury and wealth. I don't have much material demand for the human world." Lin Yayue said, pushing open the door of her room. I saw a small room of only fifteen square meters. There was a single bed inside. The sheets looked very simple and elegant, dotted with some winter plum blossoms, and the thin quilts on them were neatly folded. There was also a European-style chest of drawers beside the bed, and then Lin Yayue's room was filled with a bookshelves connected to a desk, with various novels placed on the bookshelf. From Wang Liping's "Life in the Twin Cities" to Wang Chunyuan's "There is no door to confession", and Keigo Higashino's "The Killing Incident of the Monyama", from youth to love, from love to suspense, there are really all kinds of things.

There is also a balcony in the room, but it is not sunny. After the afternoon, I can't see the sun. The room is dark and a rack on the balcony's clothesline is creaking by the wind. I can't imagine that Lin Yayue... has lived in such a place for many years.

Long before Niedhog became Lin Yayue, the real Lin Yayue had already lived here. What kind of girl is the real Lin Yayue? What kind of stories and thoughts have she had, has she ever had a loved one or was loved by others? How did she spend one lonely night after another in this simple room where the sun never shines brightly?

I will never know.

Lin Yayue sat on the bed, stretched her waist and said lazily:

"The feeling of home is really good. Do you know? For a long time in the past three years, I have been in this room, constantly pondering Lin Yayue's thoughts, simulating her mentality, and learning her personality... At night, I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, imagined myself as her, imagine how she got up from the bed, how she walked to the desk, turned on the desk lamp, how she carefully opened the pages pages, what gestures she used to hold the pages, what thoughts she used to read her novels, and what mood she was writing novels... I have pondered all of these one by one, every day and night, and I think I have become her now."

"So, do you think you have played this role very successfully, and you are very involved in the role of Lin Yayue?"

"Of course." Lin Yayue lay on the bed, her thighs curled up in a ball, and said lazily, "For the years, I have been chasing her shadow and playing her shadow. Just like when she was still alive, although she is no longer here."

I looked at Lin Yayue and said:

"Since you play this role so carefully and love this role so much, then don't you regret it if you destroy this world?"

Speaking of this, I lowered my head, but was stunned, because I saw Lin Yayue lying on the bed, tears flowing out from the corners of her eyes, and two crystal tears and the bridge of her nose were slid vertically, wetting the white sheets.

"I like to play this role, and it's different from my desire to destroy this world and chase my master." Lin Yayue said with a tragic smile, "Playing Lin Yayue is just my interest, it's just a hobby."

Lin Yayue wiped the tears from her face, and I realized that she might not be able to tell whether she was Lin Yayue or Niedhog.

Lin Yayue walked to the window, opened the curtains, and let the scattered dim light outside reflect on the window, making one round halo after another.

"For three years, I have been trying to understand a person who no longer exists in this world." Lin Yayue said slowly, "I read the novels she has written, and read the diary she has written. Then I write the novels to myself... Imagine the appearance of human beings in the novel. Do you know, writing novels is really an interesting thing. It can make you imagine countless personalities, countless faces, and every face is actually a projection of your heart. But after a long time and after wearing the mask for a long time, you will not even be able to tell which character is yourself."

Lin Yayue gently poked out her simple hand, broke through the window frame, grabbed the air in the air facing the breeze blowing outside the house, gently held it, and then slowly unfolded.

"Lin Yayue is dead, and the whole world cannot find her, but I think the whole world is her. What constitutes a person is not only the material of that person, but also the kind of void that the world is relative to him. Even if she is gone, the whole world has become a part of her. This world... is a world full of charm."

Lin Yayue's last words shocked me. In an instant, countless pictures flashed in my mind, and scattered fragments combined into an orderly picture.

At that moment, I suddenly knew how to guide her.

Or, a way to guide the world.

"Actually, you have always been very conflicted, right?" I said with a smile.

Lin Yayue raised her eyebrows and said:

"Is that so? Maybe. But I'm very happy about what I am now."

I walked forward two steps, patted Lin Yayue on the shoulder, and said:

"There are four hours left. This time, let's accompany me to a place."

Lin Yayue raised her eyebrows and smiled, as if she had received some signal from me, and said:

"Where will you guide me?"

I looked at her calmly and said:

"Where, I'll guide the whole world."

Lin Yayue burst out with a brilliant smile, and her pure black eyes were like the glowing night pearl:
Chapter completed!