Someone Is Writing About You Right Now

I gave up on the book I had been pursuing for three years. Lu Shi stared at the message "The author has left the group chat" in the update group and wanted to curse. Then he closed his eyes. When he opened it again, he was standing on the street where the last chapter of the book was written. People on the street were stuck. Someone was holding a bowl and the chopsticks were suspended in mid-air. Someone is riding a bicycle with his foot on the pedal, but the bicycle does not move. Some people opened their mouths and lost their voice mid-sentence. Thirty-seven people, all stuck at the same second. Lu Shi counted them, gave each of them a name, and then discovered that something was taking away something from these people bit by bit on this stuck street. He couldn't explain the feeling clearly, but he knew it wasn't right. Later he learned that it was called narrative flow, the person extracting the narrative flow was called a rewriter, and the organization that came to pick him up off that street was called the Narrative Bureau. He also knew: all the stories he had read were real universes. Everyone who wrote those stories was unconsciously influencing the fate of those universes. At this moment, someone in a certain universe is writing about him. Later, someone came from another universe and said that this matter was not just his business. He lived in other people's stories for twenty-nine years. Now he wanted to know how that story was going to end.