Zhou Yan's eyebrows frowned, and his eyes focused on the author of the book...

"Fat melon?"

Isn’t this what I call myself when I’m sick?

Looking at these two words, Zhou Yan's mind was confused for a moment... If [Fat Gua] was a personality he imagined, how could it appear in this book?

So, does Fei Gua really exist in this world?

With a question mark on his head in his head, Zhou Yan opened the book.

The handwriting on the book is very dense and is all printed.

[Second-rate_Swordsman: Here comes! First!]

【An Mixiu: Here comes!】

【Qixuan Shrimp: Here】

Zhou Yan just read the three lines and became even more confused. First of all, from the colon ":" in the text, these words should be all dialogues, and [Second-Rank_Swordsman] [An Mixiu] these words,

It should represent different people.

But who would call this kind of name? If it is reasonable to say that a second-rate swordsman is, then what is this [An Mixiu]? It is just a few words that are completely meaningless.

And these people have been saying [coming here is here], so where are they going?

Zhou Yan scratched his head and continued to look down.

It would be fine if I didn’t look at it, but when I saw it, I felt even more troublesome.

【Cruel Knight: No, keep the claws, I'm just a toaster】

[Ten Thousand Tons Anonymous Letter: Then I want to contract all the sugar in this book]

【The intersection of reality and virtual spirit: real name?】

【Jakson Liu: Hahaha, scared】

Zhou Yan sighed, and he found that the words seemed to have no meaning, and it felt like they were randomly taken on a chat software, and it was not coherent.

What's even more ridiculous is that some words were painted with black pens by some people.

For example, a person named [Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang], the text behind him is: Random thoughts: What happened before ████, the book █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████�

██████, the humble usurper, wrote a ████ on ███, and directed ████…

The fucking thing was not understood, so he even applied it. Zhou Yan rubbed the black ink marks with his hand, and found that he couldn't get rid of it at all.

In desperation, Zhou Yan flipped back and found that the last line of words was [Jiufeng Dragon Clan: Ah this]

The next one is blank.

Zhou Yan picked up the book and shook it again, and then confirmed that there was nothing in it.

In general, this is just a pile of waste paper...

In this way, Zhou Yan no longer wasted his time reading those strange words. He closed the book and his eyes fell on the author's column again.

【Fat Melon】...

Looking at the two words on the cover page, Zhou Yan felt that he should have fallen into deep thought, but what was embarrassing was that he didn't know what he should have thought about.

Before he traveled through time, the owner of this body seemed to have some kind of schizophrenia and kept saying that he was a fat melon.

Unfortunately, no one knew who [Fat Gua] was at that time.

But now Zhou Yan knows that this [Fat Melon] is probably a writer.

At least he wrote this book "Detective Cultivation Manual".

Zhou Yan touched the cover of the book again. This texture should not be made by someone who was idle and fucked at home, but by the publishing house using a specific machine.

But... since it is a book published, why is there a bunch of inexplicable words?

Is this a defective product?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan looked at the inner and outer cover pages of the book again, and found that... the book did not indicate which company was from the company. It seemed that there was a mistake during printing, resulting in the entire content being printed incorrectly.

But the manufacturer did not notice it, so it directly put a cover on it and started to be released.

Well...it seems to make sense when you think about it this way.

So why did this book appear in prison? Was it brought in by the previous prisoner?

Well, if this is true, then the previous prisoner would be very tragic. He brought in a book, but found that it was a defective product.

Well, no matter what, it is for the time being that the content of this book is so confusing.

Then, next, there are two questions left.

One is...Why did I always say that I was a fat guy when I was mentally ill? What does this have to do with the author of this book?

The second is...Where was this book just now? There was no place to collect books on the ceiling.

Regarding the first question, Zhou Yan gave a sloppy answer.

He felt that he must have read this book written by [Fei Gua] before, and when he was sick, he just confused himself with the guy Fei Gua.

But why did I read Fei Gua’s book, and the previous prisoner in this cell happened to read Fei Gua’s book?

Is it just a simple coincidence?

emmm...this explanation is a bit far-fetched.

Or is Fei Gua a very famous writer and almost everyone has read his books?

It’s not right to say this. If Fei Gua is very famous, when he is sick, it is impossible for those doctors to know who [Fei Gua] is.

It seems that all the conjectures are not valid.

"Then let's change your mind...find something in common with the previous prisoner."

Zhou Yan said to himself, and the next second, he found the answer.

The biggest thing he and this prisoner are that they are all locked in this prison.

Thinking about this idea, the problem seems to have a reasonable explanation.

Maybe a few months ago, the prison purchased a batch of books, and even prisoners needed to read them, which is normal.

And in this batch of books, there are many books written by Fei Gua.

The reason is probably..... [Fat Gua] This man wrote a bad book and was not sold well, so the publisher simply sold it to the prison at a low price, which just explains why this

There will be defective products in this book. After all, they are all books that cannot be sold. Who would spend more time checking the quality?

Tsk, after thinking about it this way, it seems that the explanation is smoothly understood.

Zhou Yan nodded, as if very satisfied.

......

In fact, the above series of ideas have no basis. Zhou Yan only gave a reasonable explanation out of thin air in just a few minutes, and it was magically able to make up for it.

He himself didn't know that if the random thoughts just now were explained with a noun, it was called [Utopian reasoning]. To explain it carefully, it was necessary for the reasoner to use his rare clues to build a complete event line

.

Although this ability doesn't sound so cool, it is difficult to achieve it in such a short time without professional training.

Of course, Zhou Yan didn't know that he had this ability, and he didn't care.

There is another last question now before him.

That's where this book was just hidden?

He lay on the bed, letting his head fall into a pillow.

Looking at the ceiling without any decoration, thinking...thinking...

After a while ~

"Fuck, I can't think of it, go to bed!"
Chapter completed!