Detective Training Manual

Behind the door is a room.

The room is small, less than 20 square meters, white walls, a row of wardrobes.

In addition, there are many people in this room.

These people saw me standing at the door, just staring at me, but they didn't say a word.

I walked into the house awkwardly, glanced across the crowd, and then suddenly realized that I seemed to know these people.

These people are all detectives...When I went to the Detective Association before, I saw portraits of these people and they were hung on a wall.

At the same time, I also found a lot of faces in the crowd that have appeared on TV. These people are the people mentioned in the detective collective disappearance.

I blinked in surprise and realized that these people are not missing, they just hid in this small room.

But...why?

I just wanted to ask a question, but the crowd in front of me suddenly stepped aside.

Looking along the divided crowd, I saw a computer desk, a chair, and a person sitting on the chair.

A slightly fat back, his back is facing me, and the light from the computer screen in front of him shines towards me from both sides of his head.

The man was typing, his hands crackling, and he kept tapping on the keyboard.

I didn't know why I walked over and wanted to touch this person.

However, when my hand approached him, it seemed to pass through a phantom, and I grabbed it lightly, but didn't catch anything.

"What is this?" I muttered subconsciously.

"Are you asking about this phenomenon, or about this person?" A voice came. This was the first person's voice I heard after I entered this room.

Somewhat strangely, this voice didn't seem to affect the man in front of the computer screen. He was still typing like no one else.

And I turned my head and saw that one of the people was looking at me.

I know this person... Lin Fan, the prophet, Lin Xi's father, the Sherlock-level detective who has been missing for many years.

Of course, if the missing detectives are all gathered here, then he should be here too.

At this moment, the tumbling doubts in my heart seemed to finally calm down, because I knew that these people would tell me the answer.

"Let's talk about it." I responded.

"Okay, let's talk about this phenomenon first. Let's call it... the observer phenomenon, or call it whatever you want." A person in the crowd said, I looked at that person, and one of the hairs was already The over 50-year-old man who was overwhelmed seemed to have checked it on the Internet during the double-stitching experiment between Benjamin and himself, and there was a photo that mentioned this person.

This is a super detective who studies those so-called ‘observers’.

I shook my head to show that I didn't understand.

The man smiled and said, "The simple point I said is that if you are a reader, then you can observe the world in the book through a simple way. In this case, this way should not be one-way. The people in the book can also reflect on the world outside the book... the reader is an observer, and the person in the book is also an observer."

"I'm observing the world outside of the book?"

"Yes."

"Then...what's the matter?" I asked, and pointed to the person who kept tapping the keyboard in front of the screen: "What do we say, he can't hear or see us, even me I can't even touch him."

"Isn't it right? When you read a book, you also can't touch the people in the book, and vice versa. The people in the book can never meet the people outside the book."

I was stunned. The logic was very fluent, but this matter was full of ridiculous vigor.

"Hehe, so... is this some kind of magic?"

"No... this is just a book. The world in the book doesn't care about what is magic and what is true. Everything can be chaotic. The sun can be green, and water can be harder than steel. Things only require the person to type a few words on the keyboard, so don’t use common sense to look at this."

"Here is the book? Didn't you mean that this is the world outside of the book? Wait..." I suddenly noticed something. At that moment, my foresight swept across the upper left of the computer screen. Corner, there is a line of book titles.

"Famous Detective Training Manual"

Subconsciously, I looked down.

[Behind the 54th door is a room. 】

[The room is not big, less than 20 square meters, white walls, facing the door is a table. ......】

I looked around in amazement, then staggered, and I finally realized that the text on the screen was written at this moment.

"So... so..."

I pointed to the person in front of the computer and hesitated for a while: "So this person is a fat guy?"

"Yes."

I walked a few steps in the direction of the computer screen so that I could see the face of the fat man.

Well, this face does not seem unfamiliar.

That chubby doctor...I saw him in the bar.

I remember when I met him for the first time, I always felt that if I became fat, I should look a lot like him, and now I look at it again, it is indeed the case.

"So... I've been in the book?"

"certainly."

"Then am I out of this book now?" It's strange, I don't seem to be surprised by the fact that [I am a character in the book], it seems that I have known the answer long ago. And I have accepted such a setting a long time ago, but I am only willing to face it now.

"no."

"Why..... I have already..." After speaking, I pointed to the door. Originally, I wanted to say, "Didn't I have walked through that door? That door should It's the channel connecting the book and reality."

However, the moment I pointed to the door...I found that the door was still there, but the scene behind the door was no longer a bar.

The door led to the living room, and I glanced at it roughly. It was a two-bedroom and one-living house. The night came in from the window. The lights in the living room were not turned on and looked a little dark. There was only the light from the computer screen in the whole room.

The keyboard sound is still the same, the man is mechanically typing, his expression will change for a long time, maybe he has been completely immersed in the world he created.

I don't know how long it took before he finally made an action other than typing.

He rubbed his eyes, moved the mouse, clicked send...

Then, I saw a woman come out from another room.

What surprised me was that I also knew this woman... Tingting...

Did she also come to the real world? Or is she here?

I don't have the heart to think about this now, because Tingting has already walked towards me, she should not see me, so she is looking for the man sitting in front of the computer.

She will continue to walk towards me, then walk through me, walk into the house, and say something to the man...

"Hey......"

"Hey...what's the matter?"

The call made me tremble sharply.

Then, I looked at the woman in front of me in surprise, she stood in front of me, looking at me...

"What kind of **** are you stupefied? Have you hid in your novel again?"

I was so surprised that I couldn't close my mouth from ear to ear, wondering why this woman could see me.

A moment of trance...

I woke up like a big dream. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Oh, of course she can see me...

I turned my head and saw the text I typed into the screen on the desktop, and I found that I was sitting in front of the computer with my hands still typing on the keyboard.

At this moment, does the word "I" in the novel represent Zhou Yan or the little fat man in front of the computer?

I can't even tell the difference myself.

In the upper left corner of the screen, the words "Famous Detective Practice Manual" are clearly displayed.

Suddenly, I smiled absurdly.

Anyway, one thing is certain...I wrote this book.

"Are you tired?" Tingting asked casually, standing by her side.

I twisted my stiff neck.

"tired......"