Chapter 298: Completely Unreasonable

Chapter 298: Completely Unreasonable

Travelers across worlds are supposed to be awesome?

And with cheats, they become…?

No matter how phenomenal your cheat is, you’re still human, right?

The system granted Xiao Yu abilities and skills that are within what this world can bear.

Humans possess the capacity for wisdom.

The system merely pushed Xiao Yu’s physical potential to the extreme for a human.

As for those skills, most are abilities derived from sentient animals and beings.

Similarly, none of them break the limits of this world.

What are these limits?

They are the boundaries of human knowledge, understanding, and capability.

So, what exactly is the paranormal?

It is a terrifying force that exceeds what humans can comprehend, shattering all bounds.

A horror so colossal that humans cannot confront it—not even understand it.

Simply put, should the paranormal truly manifest…

Before you can even cheat your way out, you’re done for.

Then what is Xiao Yu waiting for?

Waiting to be cut down by a blade?

That’s why Xiao Yu wants to verify it himself.

Is it truly the paranormal…

or is someone merely putting on a ghostly act!

……

Interrogation Room.

Suspect Fang Shuoxin sat in the interrogation chair.

Even though he’s under suspicion, National Security and Xiao Yu have already determined

that he was largely uninvolved in the recent string of cases.

Yet, that doesn’t guarantee he has no connection at all.

Every day the case remains unsolved…

Fang Shuoxin’s status as a suspect lingers another day.

Fang Shuoxin himself is all too aware of this.

“Want a smoke?”

Xiao Yu pulled out a cigarette box, took out one cigarette, and handed it over.

“Smoke!”

Fang Shuoxin accepted it; after Xiao Yu lit it, he took a deep drag.

He glanced at the serial number on the cigarette tip and then at the box in Xiao Yu’s hand.

Fang Shuoxin’s eyes burned with excitement as he asked, “Is this the famed Special Edition Cigarettes?”

Ha… Xiao Yu nearly burst into laughter, “Just some in-house issue cigarettes!”

Some things, because they’re rare or seldom seen—known only by reputation—

and accessible to only a select few, quickly become legendary.

They acquire a mystique among the people.

That’s exactly how Special Edition Cigarettes are.

Frankly, they’re just tobacco, no different from ordinary cigarettes.

And what about those so-called ‘Dragon Faction’ rumors…

or the ‘relevant authorities’…

They only become more exaggerated and mysterious as the tales spread.

They even frequently appear in online novels.

Honestly, it’s quite laughable.

But that doesn’t stop ordinary people from enjoying the stories and their wild imaginations.

People are naturally curious about novel phenomena.

Just like how boys are curious about the female body.

And girls are equally curious about the male form.

Once everything unravels,

it’s really not that big a deal!

“Your book turned into reality…”

Watching Fang Shuoxin take a drag, Xiao Yu asked, “What do you think?”

“…” Fang Shuoxin’s expression shifted repeatedly.

There was fear, bewilderment, and even… excitement.

Yes, events like these are inherently hard to grasp.

And as for that excitement…

When the plot of your book comes to life,

wouldn’t you feel a rush of thrill, of excitement?

And also terror!

Seeing Fang Shuoxin show such mixed emotions, Xiao Yu found it only natural.

“I’m a bit excited, and a bit scared,” he admitted.

Taking a hard drag, Fang Shuoxin’s lips twitched uncontrollably as he said, “But I know it’s just a coincidence, something that simply cannot happen. If I had that kind of power, I wouldn’t be writing books!”

“Ha!”

This time, Xiao Yu couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Not bad—he’s still sharp, and his logic is sound.

Precisely because of that, Xiao Yu ceased laughing and fixed his gaze on him.

Smart and logical as he is…

then why would someone like him write a book that’s so juvenile, so dumbed down with absurd scenes?

Isn’t it strange?

“I’m really curious,”

Xiao Yu pressed, “Did you use an outline when writing?”

“No.”

Shaking his head, Fang Shuoxin replied bluntly, “I just write whatever comes to mind.”

Whatever comes to mind?

Squinting his eyes, Xiao Yu’s mind raced with analysis.

He considered one possibility…

Suppose some of the scenes you wrote were actually pre-set?

That is, the scenarios were predetermined?

But then, could it be that Fang Shuoxin simply forgot about these ‘setups’?

Or perhaps he actually experienced them once?

In the act of writing, did he unwittingly let these ‘setups’ spill out?

There’s even another possibility.

Could it be that someone once drafted a criminal ‘setup’ plan,

detailing a series of cases to be executed in a specific order?

And by pure chance, Fang Shuoxin happened upon that plan?

And thus, a coincidence occurred…

When Fang Shuoxin first penned the novel’s scenes,

some people were also ‘just happening’ to execute what was outlined in that plan?

No… Xiao Yu shook his head.

The odds are far too slim!

Even if such a plan existed,

how could an ordinary little author like Fang Shuoxin ever get his hands on it?

If you were planning something illegal and drafted a blueprint,

would you show it to outsiders?

That blueprint would surely be hidden in a very secret place, wouldn’t it?

Fang Shuoxin is a shut-in who never leaves his home.

So how did he come across such a secret place?

And, by chance, see that blueprint?

Just as Xiao Yu was about to dismiss his own theory,

Fang Shuoxin continued, “Actually, sometimes I find the plots in my novels quite bizarre. Once they’re written, even I feel they’re childish, dumbed down, and absurd, yet I can’t explain how my brain—almost as if out of control—generates these ideas and scenes. My fingers just type them out. Once they’re on paper, I find them both unreasonable and, strangely, perfectly logical… even I don’t understand it!”

At these words, a sharp glint flashed in Xiao Yu’s eyes.

There was a problem.

Fang Shuoxin’s memory and thought process seem to be compromised!

… Stand up…

Outside the interrogation room.

Wang Dong brought in a new file and placed it before a grim-faced Xiao Yu.

It was Fang Shuoxin’s entire past case report!

“The year Fang Shuoxin was adopted by his foster parents, did he suffer a head injury?”

Looking up, Xiao Yu’s expression turned odd, “Six years old?!”

That can’t be right—if he was injured at six, he should have long since recovered.

After all, Fang Shuoxin is now 31.

Faulty memory couldn’t possibly be linked to an injury from when he was six.

It’s utterly unreasonable!