A notebook that looked very familiar to both of them appeared in her hands.

Su Mu lowered his head subconsciously and checked to see if the notebook in his hand was still where it was.

Bai Ye walked to the girl's side, looked at the book twice, and judged: "It should be the same book, but the degree of newness is different."

At this time, he was close enough to feel the girl's breathing. However, the girl in another time did not realize anything was wrong in the room. She just found a pen from her pocket and looked seriously.

I lay down on the desk and started writing.

As the pen tip moved slightly, the delicate handwriting appeared on the paper.

The handwriting is consistent with the handwriting on the notebook in Su Mu's hand, and is obviously written by the same person.

"It seems that she is the author of this short story collection."

The two of them stood behind her, watching a new story take shape in the girl's pen. They opened the notebook in tacit understanding and started comparing it.

After rummaging through the approximate number of pages, Su Mu quickly found the corresponding story.

"This is the story in the notebook."

she judged.

Then this girl, if nothing else goes wrong, should be the "Bianzuki", right?

Bai Ye nodded, and just as he was about to say something, he noticed that the light in the room suddenly dimmed. He subconsciously made a defensive posture, but found that the lantern in front of Su Mu also lit up as if catering to the change in light.

stand up.

The light of the octagonal palace lantern quickly lit up the originally dark room, and also illuminated the girl writing furiously at the table.

"Did you see clearly how those two plates of food appeared just now?"

Su Mu followed the light and looked at the girl, his eyes suddenly focused.

She maintained her posture facing the desk and asked with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Bai Ye looked over in confusion and found that at some point, two plates of side dishes appeared on the girl's table.

Almost the moment he saw the two plates of side dishes, the aroma of the food quickly spread in this small space.

"What does this mean?"

Feeling the aroma lingering on the tip of his nose, which seemed to be real, Bai Ye walked over and tentatively touched the edge of the plate. The moment he touched it, his fingers went straight through the plate and landed on the table.

"It's also an illusion."

He retracted his hand with a calm expression, feeling that this was somewhat expected.

Su Mu walked to the front of the desk and carefully observed the specific details displayed on the two plates of side dishes. The guess in his heart suddenly became clearer.

However, when faced with Bai Ye's question, she didn't mean to tell the whole story. She just said perfunctorily: "Maybe she wants to remind us that someone comes to deliver food to her every day."

"After all, this place really doesn't look like it can support a person's life."

Bai Ye also agrees with this statement.

"It's a pity that we didn't see the appearance of the person coming."

He said with some regret: "The lantern is also wrong. It is starting to shine now, which means that at that time, this lantern may have been used for lighting in January. But this octagonal palace lantern is clearly something we got from a short story.

Why do you still appear in the author's room?"
Chapter completed!