I traveled through the Three Kingdoms and became a small official in Xudu, writing daily notes for Cao Cao.
Trickery? War? No, my script is a historical mystery.
Xun Yu summoned me late at night and pointed to the record about Liu Biao on the bamboo slips: "He always said in his dreams that he was entangled with black ropes and that there was a hand pulling him from the well. What's the explanation?"
I broke out in a cold sweat because the symptoms were exactly the same as those of a "dead" prisoner in my novel.
At this time, Sima Yi sent a secret letter with only one line:
"Historian, do you dare to let go of your pen when revising the Book of Life and Death?"
And I just discovered that the prisoner who was supposed to die in Guandu was standing outside my door. His eyes were empty and he whispered:
"Sir, the 'escape and return home' you wrote about... That way of survival does not exist at all."
[Warning: Every time you write, you are feeding the "madness" of this era]
