Chapter 3 Unsolved Mysteries one
I felt the wind whistling past my ears. I closed my eyes tightly, and my mind was blank. It turned out that the clips in those TV dramas could not be trusted. At this moment, I could not think of anything at all...
"Ouch!" I fell heavily to the ground. I opened my eyes and felt no particular pain. I looked around. Oh my god! I was actually in my own home!
I got up from the ground and looked at the familiar bedroom. I was so excited that tears came out. I left the comic book world just like that?! If I had known, I would have jumped off the building earlier!
I hurried to the table and looked at the comic book. The plot had changed. The stories I had been reading in the comics had been automatically continued. I looked at myself, Yuan Yichen, and Yan Yimu in the comics and pinched my thigh hard. All this was not a dream, it was real!
By the way, what time is it now? Half a month has passed in the comic world, but what about the time in the real world?
I pulled out my phone and stared at the time on the screen. Only three hours had passed! I felt like a day in heaven was a year on earth.
I sat on the bed, telling myself to stay calm. I had already left the comic book world. I didn't know what had happened to Yuan Yichen. This comic book seemed to have a life of its own. It would change the plot and continue writing. Could I still touch this comic book? And what was a dream soul? Was this fantasy experience of mine related to a dream soul? Countless question marks filled my heart.
I couldn't sleep all night, and finally waited until dawn, I immediately called my mother who was abroad. My mother was surprised that I called her so late. There was no way, I had to consider the time difference, otherwise she would be worried about why I was still awake so late.
"Mom, I have something to ask you. Does our family have any history? For example, are we descendants of any celebrities? Or are there any legends?" I went straight to the point.
Mom thought for a while before saying, "Honey, why do you ask this suddenly? I really don't know... Your grandpa knows more about this kind of thing. But it's so late now, and it's not good to disturb him. He hasn't been in good health recently. You should study hard first, and I will remember to ask for you."
"Okay, Mom, you must remember to ask. I'm going to school first." I said dejectedly. It seems that I can only rely on myself to investigate for the time being.
Even though I was already in the real world, I still felt like I was dreaming, and my steps were light. When I saw Xuan Qing, I almost flew over and hugged her, which scared Xuan Qing.
"Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you?!" Xuan Qing asked while patting my back.
"No one bullied me, it's just that I experienced a very special thing. Do you know what time travel is? I traveled into my own comic book!" I hugged Xuan Qing, so excited that I couldn't speak coherently.
Xuan Qing stared at me with wide eyes, then put her hand on my forehead and touched it: "Xiao Wu, are you dreaming again? Or are you feeling unwell?"
I took her hand away, stared at her seriously and said, "I'm not dreaming. Look at my comics. They have changed. They have changed on their own. They contain my own experiences!" I showed her the comic book.
Xuan Qing looked up at me while reading, with a look of disbelief in her eyes: "You said, this is all generated by the comics themselves? It's not drawn by you?" She put down the comic book and touched her forehead, "I feel like I'm going to have a fever. Is all this true?"
“I can’t believe it, and I can’t explain it, but I just entered my own comic book world,” I said excitedly.
"This is all too strange. We need to study it carefully." Xuan Qing returned the comic book to me. "You should not continue drawing this comic for the time being. It's best not to even touch it."
"Yeah, okay." I nodded in agreement. I also thought that I should take a break from drawing comics for the time being.
When I arrived at the classroom, Yan Yimu was already sitting in his seat with an indifferent look on his face. He didn't even raise his eyes when he saw me. He was so cold and distant. I couldn't help but think of Yan Yimu in the comics. He was so kind to me, but...
"Do you really like staring at me?" Yan Yimu suddenly turned his head to look at me with a little smile in his eyes.
"I didn't!" I immediately lowered my head to look at my book, my face red all the way to my ears. What's wrong with me? Why am I so panicked? The Yan Yimu in front of me is the real Yan Yimu. The gentle and considerate Yan Yimu who is devoted to me only exists in comics!
"Actually, we can be friends." Yan Yimu suddenly said.
I was shocked and looked up at him. Did he take the wrong medicine?
Yan Yimu smiled faintly, with a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth. I think no girl can resist such a smile!
"I say, we can be friends. In fact, we are quite compatible, right?"
"Stop talking..." I covered my ears and continued reading. Could it be that the comics also had some influence on Yan Yimu?
"Why do you look so guilty? Did you do something bad?" Yan Yimu's voice sounded faintly in my ears.
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" I slammed the table and glared at him, "We are not friends!" I said seriously.
Yan Yimu looked at me with those beautiful eyes. He was not angry at all, and there was still a faint smile on his face: "Not now, maybe in the future?"
I lowered my head and ignored him. He must have taken the wrong medicine! What I need to do now is to investigate Menghun. Menghun? When Menghun was on the exhibition, wasn't this guy working as a security guard at the museum?
"Why did you go to work as a security guard in a museum?" I suddenly looked up at him and asked.
Yan Yimu's expression changed, and his pair of obsidian eyes stared at me, which made me feel cold in my heart.
"Why are you asking this suddenly?" He looked at me scrutinizingly.
Could it be that he knew something unknown?
I continued with some uneasiness: "What's wrong? You don't forget that we met in the museum. At that time, there was an exhibition of mysterious cultural relics from an ancient country. You were a security guard there. Later, how come you transferred to our place?"
"Why should I tell you? Are you investigating me? I'm just working as a security guard to earn money for my studies. I haven't paid attention to any ancient cultural relics exhibitions." Yan Yimu's attitude became much colder, and he obviously didn't want to continue talking to me. He stared at the blackboard , and his body became stiff.
I bit the pen unconsciously. If Yan Yimu was really nothing, why did his mood change so quickly? It seems that I really can't ignore the people around me. I have to investigate Yan Yimu's background.
