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Chapter 1131 Daniel's Inspiration (4K)

"Things are almost done. The relocation of Angang Heiyue is complete, and we've exchanged control with them using the Sanming Sword," Li Ming said.

"In addition, all the materials Mr. Daniel requested have been prepared, and the follow-up management measures for your body have also been arranged. So Mr. Daniel asked me to come and ask you when you plan to start?"
He said the slowest he could manage was three days, because one of the ritual materials has a very short shelf life, and once it expires, it would have to be done all over again, which would be very troublesome.

“Then tomorrow will do. I’m available anytime, he just needs to be ready,” Xia Shou replied.

Li Ming nodded, waved goodbye decisively, and walked out the door.

Xia Shou sighed with emotion, thinking that the Control Bureau was truly a melting pot, where anyone who came in would undergo tremendous changes in a short period of time.

Just like Xiaoming, who just graduated from junior high school, he should have been a simple-minded student, but now his face already bears the marks of a mature adult.

This is probably what it means to shoulder burdens that are not appropriate for someone his age at a carefree age.

To be honest, Xia Shou didn't expect the naming ceremony to be prepared so quickly. Daniel, who was afraid of pain and death, seemed to be particularly good at this kind of thing.

Of course, it would be a bit unfair to condemn the other party for being afraid of pain and death now, because after returning, he immediately told the Death Note about Daniel.

The answer from the Death Note made Xia Shou feel deeply guilty towards this unreliable man.

To put it simply, Daniel has a lover named Cecily.

The main people who worked on his ceremony were Lu Sha, Dongfang Ya, Jim, Cecily, and Alice.

Apart from Alice, the others were all followers of Moyusi. Since it was impossible for a person named Moyusi to travel in the human world in human form for a long time, most of the preparations before this were planned by these few mortal confidants.

Of course, they also participated in the final stage of the ritual and all disappeared. It is almost certain that they are all dead. Currently, one of them, Lu Sha, has been confirmed dead... His body was used by the traitor at the Strange Tales Hotel.

Daniel is Cecily's boyfriend, and the reason she initially left the book was because of Daniel.

To be precise, it originated from the magic of Daniel's father, and Daniel further modified Hamlet's magic based on this, resulting in new variations of the magic.

This was their previous relationship. They weren't really close, especially since he and Daniel weren't particularly intimate before.

However, it's impossible to say they've grown distant, because Cecily and Daniel's relationship is exceptionally good; you could say Cecily is Daniel's favorite person.

The Dead Notebook also states that Daniel is not actually afraid of pain; he has no sense of pain at all.

The reason he felt no pain was because, in the past, when he and Cecily had a thrilling adventure in Europe, Cecily used some kind of irreversible ritual to protect him, willingly enduring all of Daniel's physical pain for the rest of his life.

So from then on, Daniel's body stopped hurting, and from then on, Daniel has always been very careful to protect his body.

Xia Shou was deeply impressed by a sentence in the Death Note: "Actually, we all basically felt that Cecily and the others could not possibly be alive, but Daniel probably didn't want to accept this reality, so he always took good care of his body and avoided making Cecily feel pain... Of course, in my opinion, this is just self-deception."

However, there's no need to provoke him with the truth. After all, the only reason he's still helping you is because of Cecily.

This past made Xia Shou feel particularly heavy-hearted.

On the way back from Japan, Daniel behaved quite normally; he didn't show any signs of being bitter or resentful, and was very... ordinary.

Yes, just like an ordinary person.

It's clear that he doesn't seem to be very interested in things related to the supernatural.

Once he learned about his story with Cecily, his emotions and thoughts became unfathomably complex.

Xia Shou's thoughts on this were also quite complex. He had a strange sense of reality. He knew that a large group of people he didn't know at all were risking their lives for him, and that he had a very deep relationship with them in the past, but... now, he had forgotten it all.

With mixed feelings, Xia Shou opened the Death Note and asked, "But I have amnesia now, and the naming ceremony that follows is to summon my eighteen-year-old self, so those memories should also disappear. To you, I am just a stranger. Why are you helping me like this?"

Words appeared on the dead record notebook:
How could you ask such a stupid question? You may have forgotten, but everyone else has.

Like now, if everyone else in the Control Bureau, everyone in this world, has forgotten about you, but you see them in danger, can you just stand by and do nothing?
When you see them, don't you want to become friends with them again?
Even if the other person loses all their memories, does that mean you can cut ties with them?

The only person capable of doing such a thing is someone who completely equates memory with the soul.

Only someone who thinks this way would believe that if a person loses their memory, then that person is essentially dead, and that the person now has no trace of their past self.

However, reality is not like that. Memory is not the only link. The most primitive template of complex desires is a person's true face after everything is stripped away.

It's like a single-player game where you control a character to keep progressing through the levels, advancing the story, making choices, and finally completing the game, becoming fascinated by it.

Then one day, your saved character is suddenly deleted. Do you feel like everything you love is gone?

"Of course not, I like the game, not the characters." Xia Shou didn't understand why the notebook was asking such a meaningless question.

That's right, it's the same. The reason they gather around you might be because of what you've done for them in the past, but on the other hand, it's also because they all know what kind of person you are.

Everyone in Moyusi has witnessed you, a completely unrelated person from the past, inheriting the promises you made in the past and putting them into reality after a thousand years.

They know that you made a promise in the past, so even if you forget everything in the future, and forget the original reasons and motivations, you will still make the same choice as before.

Everyone sees the possibilities they want to see in you. To me, you're just an unrealistic, troublesome spirit.

No matter what those guys at Moyusi think of you, in my eyes, you'll always just be a daydreamer.

A game's storyline may have different routes, but all routes ultimately lead back to the game itself, and all possibilities are up to you... It's precisely because this is understood that Mo Yusi and his group of incompatible fools are able to hang out together.

The text in the dead-written notes stopped appearing for a few seconds.

Xia Shou was also quite emotional, thinking: Damn, was I really that charismatic before? I don't seem to realize it.
Just then, another line of text appeared in the notebook.

Are you thinking, "Wow, am I really that awesome and charismatic?"

"No, no," Xia Shou shook his head repeatedly. "I'm not that narcissistic." [It's best if you don't think that way.]

Xia Shou awkwardly licked his teeth behind the mask.

Although he could only read the words, Xia Shou seemed to be able to imagine the displeased sneer that the other person gave when they wrote those words.

He was very curious about what kind of person the author was when he was alive.

Did they always interact like this?

If so, then they must be too difficult to get along with.

Fortunately, so far, the dream letters from members of the Moyu Division that he has seen have been quite polite and respectful, which is probably much better than the Death Record Notes.

If everyone in the Moyu Division were just like the Death Record Notes, he couldn't imagine what kind of life he used to lead.

Just then, the doorbell of the containment chamber rang again, and then Daniel's voice came through the communicator: "Is now a good time? I need to talk to you about some details."

"Come in." Xia Shou closed his notebook.

Daniel entered, carrying a laptop bag in his right hand and a book in his left. The book was titled "The Giant Fish."

“Phew, I thought we’d never see each other again, after what happened.” Daniel shrugged easily. “Actually, I’ve been hearing about you, the Bureau’s trump card, Xia Shou.”

But I've never dared to be sure, because no matter how you look at it, it's a trap set by a traitor. Although I heard that Alice is with you, I can't be sure what Alice's situation is.

Moreover, after hearing those things about you, I felt that it was not the same person at all. I thought that you might be pretending to lure out a traitor, so I didn't do anything. Instead, I hid myself.

After all, you might need my help in the future, and it wouldn't be good if that traitor among you found out before then."

Daniel explained with a smile that he now spoke with a touch of a writer's grace, no longer displaying the panic and helplessness he had shown at An Gang's house that day.

"My magic is a variant of Hamlet's magic, which is said to be able to completely switch the lives of real people and characters in books."

My magic is based on this modified version.

Of course, I can't say that I did it; it was actually a further modification of my father's research.

"Have you read my novel?" Daniel waved the book "The Giant Fish" in his hand.

"No." Xia Shou shook his head.

Daniel touched his nose, turned the pages of the book, looked at the introduction and said, "This book was written by the Daniel I ghostwrote, so it's not quite the same as what I actually wanted to write, but I still want to explain it to you."

The secular version circulating in the world today tells the story of how the protagonist remembers his father, when he was a child, loved to recount his many bizarre experiences as a traveling salesman in Alabama. These stories were so fantastical that even the young protagonist often doubted their authenticity.

The protagonist feels that he doesn't understand his father at all and can't accept his strange theories, which gradually alienates the father and son.

The subsequent content is roughly based on this foundation, culminating in the story of the son resolving his inner conflict.

But this is the secular version. In the original version written by my dad, there is only the protagonist, and not a single word is mentioned about his father.

When I was a child, I saw this book and I had a feeling that there was a person in the book who didn't exist.

For example, in his novels, people often do inexplicable things, doing things without any reason, without any foreshadowing or mention, making the plot very chaotic and even more difficult to understand than magical realism.

"Hmm... wait a minute." Daniel touched his lips, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated, as if he was struggling to find the right words.

"How should I put it? Let me think about it."

Let me give you an example. Imagine that character A was having dinner with character B in America on the previous page, and then suddenly the author starts describing character C from a different perspective.

When character A is mentioned again in the third act, he is already in the hospital receiving treatment for his fracture, and the story makes no mention of why he fractured his bone or what happened in between.

For example, the characters are planning to steal a museum's collection, but in the second act they have already stolen and sold it, and no one mentions anything about the theft, as if they had never stolen it, the museum's collection had never been stolen, and it had always been in their possession.

So, that's a book without logical thinking. Aren't those nonsensical jokes very popular online these days?

That's right—the pasta should be mixed with No. 42 concrete because the length of this screw can easily and directly affect the excavator's torque.

Yes, that's the feeling I got from my dad's novel; I had absolutely no idea what he was writing about.

But I don't know why, I've looked at it repeatedly, taking it out to look at it every now and then since I was a child.

And then, guess what?

I discovered the non-existent person, and that's when I realized what kind of writing technique my dad wanted to demonstrate.

In other words, this book is not without logic, but rather the content of the key characters who connect the logic has been deliberately hidden.

Thus, the book ended up with the main storyline remaining completely unchanged, but a certain character had vanished into thin air.

Readers can use their imagination to fill in the gaps in the story by examining many details in the strange plot, and ultimately understand the purpose of the whole story.

This secular version of *The Giant Fish* is a simplified version I obtained after completing my father's book.

Xia Shou listened attentively, and when the other person stopped talking, he nodded vigorously: "Yes, and then?"

Daniel blinked, as if he hadn't expected Xia Shou's reaction.

"You...you don't have any thoughts on this writing style?" Daniel shifted awkwardly in his chair.

(End of this chapter)