"Amnesia gas? Automatic release?" Xiao Tangqiu became more and more shocked as he listened. "What the hell is going on? Are you really Meng Xinghe?"

Shen Yuan looked at Xiao Tangqiu deeply and said calmly, "I am Meng Xinghe... jiujiu."

Xiao Tangqiu was shocked. It was true that only Meng Xinghe would call him "Jiujiu" in such a tone... and he had indeed believed from the very beginning that Shen Yuan was Meng Xinghe.

He was silent for a long time before he asked with difficulty, "You are Meng Xinghe, then who is Shen Yuan?"

Shen Yuan... No, it should be Meng Xinghe. Meng Xinghe's tone was extremely calm: "Isn't Shen Yuan a character in your novel?"

Xiao Tangqiu was stunned for a moment. He looked at Meng Xinghe in front of him, then looked at Meng Xinghe on the hospital bed. Thinking about everything that had happened before, he vaguely guessed something, and a chill suddenly rushed up along his tailbone.

——Shenyuan, the City of Abyss, the Abyss Demon... These are all products born from his pen, created by him personally, but all of this has now become true. Someone has made the novel he wrote come true, so who created the things he wrote casually when he was bored before?

Xiao Tangqiu walked towards the hospital bed step by step. Meng Xinghe on the bed looked extremely pale and thin. His hospital gown was almost empty, and his wrists were so thin that they could not even be held in one hand.

He stood beside the bed and looked at Meng Xinghe. Meng Xinghe had his eyes tightly closed and his eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under his eyelids. Because he was too thin, the Meng Xinghe on the bed seemed a little younger than the healthy Meng Xinghe not far away. Except that his facial features were a little colder than the young Meng Xinghe in his memory, the Meng Xinghe on the bed could be described as a sickly beautiful boy.

Xiao Tangqiu held Meng Xinghe's wrist on the hospital bed. Such a pale and thin wrist was obviously not what a normal adult man should have.

He looked up at the electronic screen in front of Meng Xinghe's bed, only to see a man who looked exactly like him standing in front of Meng Xinghe's bed... No, that was him! The image on the electronic screen was exactly the scene in the ward at that moment!

He looked at Meng Xinghe lying on the hospital bed, then looked at Meng Xinghe standing not far away, and gradually understood everything.

Meng Xinghe sighed deeply: "Perhaps you have already guessed it..."

"The me on the hospital bed was the real me, and the me now is just a virtual projection... The real me was brain dead in that car accident seven years ago."

"Brain death?" Xiao Tangqiu murmured the word again. In the car accident seven years ago, he indeed watched Meng Xinghe die in front of him. At that time, Meng Xinghe was obviously dead. He did not become a vegetable, but was completely dead.

"The hospital had already issued a certificate declaring me brain dead. At that time, I was indeed beyond help. My body was subsequently sent to the morgue, but..." Meng Xinghe fell silent for a long time before continuing, "My mother refused to accept this fact, so she ran to the morgue and stole my body."

Although Xiao Tangqiu knew that Meng Qingqiu had indeed been unable to accept the fact that her only son had died, he never imagined that woman would actually go to the morgue and steal a body. He stared in disbelief, "And then?"