Jiang is also a suspense novelist. The third-rate kind.
One early morning, he finished writing a murder scene - the deceased had a scar on his left eyebrow and was hit on the neck with a blunt instrument and died. A few hours later, he saw the exact same case on the news.
He dug out his notes from the past six months: the characters he wrote met in reality, the rainstorm he wrote about fell on a sunny day, and the dialogues he wrote were spoken by strangers. Each one of them had been dismissed by him as a coincidence.
On the last page of the note, there is a line of handwriting that does not belong to him: "Don't write the ending."
He receives a text message, and the sender warns him: someone is rewriting his ending. The moment the text message disappeared from the screen, his computer automatically turned on and the cursor moved on its own. He typed the same content on the blank document and deleted it word by word.
Lin wrote and realized: text messages did not appear out of thin air. Someone is "writing" this text message. Write about its existence and write about its disappearance.
They can write his story.
He can also write.
He created a new document and put his hands on the keyboard. He wants to write a story about a "narrator".
But what he didn't know was that the beginning of his own story had been written hundreds of years ago.
