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As everyone knows, Lin Ruo is a very patient and tolerant person.
So, even though Lin Ruo could tell Roselle had no intention of writing a book, Lin Ruo merely smiled and didn't immediately take action against Roselle. Instead, Lin Ruo patiently waited for the deadline to arrive.
And so, in a blink of an eye, time arrived at the end of June.
"So, you haven't touched your new book at all, have you?"
Still in Roselle's manor, the Lin Ruo of the past leisurely sipped some tea and asked with a smile. His smile was gentle, showing no hint of anger.
"Cough, it's not that I haven't had inspiration recently. Writing a good book isn't something you can just do with your hands; it requires inspiration and time. Why don't you give me a few more months…" Roselle coughed lightly and said submissively, looking very well-behaved, making it impossible to see the resentment in his heart:
How dare you! Trying to force me to write a book? Dream on!
"Hehe…" The Lin Ruo of the past chuckled softly, put down the teacup in his hand, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at Roselle with interest, saying, "Do you know? I'm actually an angel of the Spectator Pathway!"
Spectator!
Roselle's pupils constricted. He had been performing the best acting of his life, only hoping to fool the angel in front of him, but he instantly understood that his performance was probably in vain.
What to do now? Continue acting or tear off the facade?
But the other party is an angel after all. If I really fall out with him, I definitely won't be able to handle it. Why don't I pretend to yield to him first, and then copy a book to fool him?
Roselle's mind raced at this moment, various thoughts flashing through his mind. But before Roselle could decide what to do, Lin Ruo gave him a brilliant smile and then snapped his fingers.
"Clap—"
Space underwent some kind of displacement at this moment. Roselle looked on in surprise as the familiar surroundings were replaced by a different arrangement, eventually forming another completely strange room.
This was a very spacious room, entirely white. Although the furniture was complete, there was no life, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.
"Welcome to [Stewed Pigeon]. As the sixth author to stay here, I hope you will be satisfied with your upcoming life in the black room." The Lin Ruo of the past said with a smile. He was still sitting on the chair, as if he hadn't moved, only the chair under his bottom had changed.
"Holy crap…"
Roselle looked around, opened his mouth, and finally couldn't help but utter the universal "Holy crap."
He then looked at Lin Ruo, took a deep breath, and didn't say anything like "You actually really locked me in a black room." Instead, he said, "Odd change, even no change?"
Roselle did indeed suspect that Lin Ruo might be a Transmigration. Not to mention that his name sounded very much like that of a Chinese person, his black hair and black eyes, while not rare in this world, combined with his name, made one think. Not to mention that the other party had also said words like "black room."
But suspicion was suspicion. These clues alone were not enough for Roselle to confirm anything. However, now that he heard the name of this black room was actually [Stewed Pigeon], Roselle finally couldn't help but speak to test him.
"What?" The Lin Ruo of the past immediately showed a puzzled expression upon hearing this. He repeated Roselle's words, "Odd change, even no change? What is that? Is it some kind of local curse word?"
Roselle didn't answer, but observed Lin Ruo's expression, then found that the other party's confusion seemed to be completely genuine.
Guessed wrong or still acting… Roselle's eyes darted around, and he continued, "Palace jade liquid wine?"
The Lin Ruo of the past seemed to have no reaction, only looking at him with an expression that said, "Are you out of your mind?"
Roselle, however, was not discouraged and continued, "Bright moonlight before my bed?"
The Lin Ruo of the past's expression finally changed. He frowned, looked at Roselle, and said, "Roselle, you wouldn't think that pretending to be foolish can help you escape the fate of writing, would you?"
Roselle was stunned for a moment. Lin Ruo's reaction was clearly not what he expected. And Lin Ruo had already said with a smile, "Don't struggle. One of the best Psychologists in the world is sitting right in front of you. Don't tell me you're not crazy; even if you are, I can cure you."
"So, obediently write your new book. The sooner you write it, the sooner I will release you." The Lin Ruo of the past said with a gentle and brilliant smile:
"Of course, you can also try to escape. Don't say I'm not giving you a chance. The space you are currently in is made up of 100 rooms. There are three doors in these 100 rooms that lead to the outside world, but every once in a while, the order of the rooms will change. If you are truly capable, you can try to escape on your own."
"Don't worry, if you really escape on your own, I won't catch you back this time."
What kind of ridiculous setting is this?
Roselle couldn't bother thinking about whether Lin Ruo was a Transmigration. For a moment, he only felt that the other party was truly crazy. With such powerful skills, instead of doing something else important, he ran over to create a black room. Isn't this typically just being bored out of one's mind?
But no matter how much he complained in his heart, Roselle certainly wouldn't say it out loud. He just asked, "What do I eat and drink? What if I want to go to the restroom?"
"Look over there." The Lin Ruo of the past gestured towards a certain wall to Roselle. The latter looked over and saw several bells hanging on the wall. There were also notes pasted above the bells, respectively writing words like "Kitchen," "Rest," "Restroom," and so on.
"Just ring the bell for whatever you need. I told you earlier that this isn't some unscrupulous black room; I won't mistreat you." The Lin Ruo of the past said with a smile.
Go to hell. It's already a black room, and you want me to thank you for it… Roselle couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"Alright, you slowly conceive your new book. I won't disturb you for now. See you tomorrow." The Lin Ruo of the past said with a smile, then disappeared without warning before Roselle could react.
"Damn it!" This time, Roselle finally couldn't help but curse. He looked around, then finally plopped down on a chair, saying exasperatedly, "What kind of mess is this…"
He couldn't help but frown again, "Is it or isn't it…?"
If Lin Ruo was a Transmigration, he would definitely know that the term [Stewed Pigeon] would arouse his suspicion, yet he still said it, clearly not intending to hide his identity too tightly. So why would he continue to pretend to be foolish?
If Lin Ruo was not a Transmigration, where did he learn these terms from? Could he be acquainted with a Transmigration?
Roselle pondered these two possibilities. Logically, he felt the latter was more likely, better fitting the situations Lin Ruo inadvertently revealed. But emotionally, Roselle felt the former was also quite possible.
Maybe he was just saying it for fun?
After all, this person clearly has a problem with his head!
"Forget it…" Roselle shook his head, deciding to put this matter aside for now and focus on the present.
Looking up at the only door in the room, a determined glint appeared in Roselle's eyes.
He must escape!
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