"This, how...... Possible. Furchart asked incredulously, even with difficulty.

He couldn't understand and couldn't imagine why, "He's just a ...... How can the character in the book know everything outside, he shouldn't even be able to figure out who he is and what he is. ”

"Unless it's in that book...... Doesn't that mean that the author of that book foresaw ......"

Furchart muttered under his breath, calculating the logical connection between the story and the real world, but in the end, even he couldn't say it anymore.

The characters in the story naturally don't know that they are in the book, and they can't even understand that their world is fictionalized, and the magic and uncontrollability of the ability of Silver Tongue is that it can turn the illusion into reality.

Then the existence of these people is the most important issue, and until now, I am afraid that no one in the story knows what he should be, and the Capricorn King just doesn't think about these things, and only cares about the pleasure in front of him, because this is a confused question.

In the same way, there is no book where the protagonist suddenly finds himself in the world of the story, where everything around him is false and created, and then he is summoned to the real world, which is the real world, which is the world of the storybook author.

No one would write like that, unless he was a silver tongue, or...... He could have foreseen.

But the future is more complex than the ability of the Silver Tongue, a problem that humans have not been able to solve since eternity, not to mention Folchat, and even Brian, who eats NZT as candy, cannot explain clearly.

So the logic was broken at this point, because Furchart could no longer use his existing knowledge, or his ability to think and understand.

It was clear that Brian, with the help of NZT, had already thought of this before Ever Chart.

"It's a lot more troublesome than Truman, man." Brian shook his head and said, "Not only does he need that book, but we need that book, and only that book can make us figure everything out." ”

Mike, who had been sitting quietly next to him, looked at Brian with some concern as if he were Brian's bodyguard.

He had been with him for many years, and not long after Brian first came into contact with the NZT potion, he was dispatched to Brian as the regulator of the NZT potion, and with Ike, he had seen Brian after taking NZT, like a god, nothing in the world could stump him, he had seen it many times.

Especially in the later stages of Brian, after adapting to the NZT and solving a large number of cases, his speed of solving cases almost never exceeded half an hour.

All he needs is a computer, or a walk around the site, and he can figure everything out.

The NZT is the closest path to God, and Mike never doubted.

But Mike had never seen Brian so confused, clueless, without a starting point for analysis, and even the only analysis was only a large number of possibilities, perhaps, such groundless speculations and suspicions.

Of course, many results are obtained by guessing, but until everything is proven, guessing is speculation after all.

Mike could only hope that all of this was Brian's unfamiliar relationship with the unknown, magic, visitors from another world, supernatural powers, all of which sounded like the unfolding of a comic book story.

Even if Brian doesn't have a clue for a while, it's not surprising that he is not a real god after all, even NZT needs to learn, but with NZT's learning ability, it won't take long for Brian to become completely familiar with this field.

That's what Mike was thinking, but the worry in his eyes was caught by Brian.

In fact, Brian was sitting on the couch at this time, his body bent forward, his elbows pressed against his knees supporting his chin, his eyes were empty, and he listened to the front as if he was in a daze, Mike and Zas sat on either side of Brian left and right, but in fact, Brian's brain was running fast all the time.

He thinks about everything, simulates everything, such as the surrounding environment, there are a total of seven FBIs, three are sitting on the sofa, four are distributed in the four corners of the room, the hall is very bright, the left is a floor-to-ceiling window, but it is blocked by the flowers and plants of the small garden, and the right is an ordinary window, but you can see the road outside and the neighbor's villa on the opposite side, as well as the broken car parked on the side of the road.

There were three people sitting in front of him, one with a silver tongue and two from the story, all suspicious, especially the young man named Farid, who seemed curious, knew nothing about the world, and didn't lie, but in fact, he was not simple at all, because he had a temperament in him, and Brian never forgot who he was.

Someone who came out of a storybook? No, it's far from that simple, he's a thief, and even if he hasn't become the thief in the story at the moment, Brian won't let his guard down.

Brian repeatedly thought about and simulated all this in his mind, the current situation, their respective identities, and the slightest clue that could not be missed.

His thinking was divided into several modules, and the young Berica was sitting on the coffee table between him and Furchart, wearing a pink sweater, and analyzed Furchart, telling Brian not to trust Furchart, it is very likely that he is still hiding something, or maybe the power of the silver tongue is simply not limited to this, and in the face of unknown supernatural phenomena, he must be cautious and cautious, because the known FIB crime solving process may not help him at all.

Brian on the right was wandering around, pointing, and telling him in a relaxed tone that there was nothing suspicious in the house, and there were no supernatural objects, except for the two people around Furchart, who were themselves paranormal, oh yes, Lisa looked a little nervous, and her hands holding Furchart were white.

Also, Fib, who was standing against the wall on the left, was deserting, thinking of his girlfriend.

Of course, there are many strange characters in the house, such as Brian's father, who is telling him not to eat this brand of cereal, pointing to the cereal box in the kitchen behind Furchat, which is the most unpalatable cereal in all of Germany.

However, these characters are invisible to others, because Brian only imagined that he was schizophrenic, and only under the powerful medicinal effect of NZT he could divide the schizophrenia into different pieces, and integrate them perfectly and effectively, and even dozens of simulations could be performed in just a few seconds, faster than a computer.

If it weren't for NZT, it would not be an exaggeration to smash his head directly and turn into a vegetative state.

It's like everyone in the world is drunk and I wake up alone, the brain's ability to think is unusually fast, all thanks to NZT, in the eyes of others, Brian seems to be stunned for a moment, he has already thought about countless things in an instant, and the whole room is in full view.

"......" was tapped twice in a row, and Brian realized that Zas was gently touching his arm, and he reacted from his stunned gaze, and then met Folchart's concerned gaze and said directly to Mike.

"Relax, things aren't that bad, I've analyzed something, but we need more clues and proofs, magic and the silver tongue are areas that we have never been exposed to, the previous way of thinking and common sense are useless here, we need more things to get familiar with this field."

"As long as you are familiar with it, then there is no problem...... After all, logical judgment still applies here. Brian shrugged his shoulders lightly, and Mike was also relieved to hear Brian's explanation and find that it was similar to what he thought.

After many years of working with Brian, Mike's head turned quickly, and some questions were naturally understood, but Zas had some difficulty understanding, and could only feel that NZT was indeed very magical, and the remaining ordinary FIBs could only stare at each other with wide eyes on the side, not understanding what the boss was saying at all.

But in fact, Brian was the only one who knew, and Brian in the pink sweater was stepping on the coffee table and said to him, "You and Mike have known each other for many years, he knows you, and you know what he's thinking, so your answer is just right to reassure him." ”

"But you can't fool me, because I'm you, you're me, and of course I still don't understand why you made up the way I wore a pink sweater, shouldn't this be Berica's patent."

Bereka shrugged innocently as Brian continued, "You don't just want more clues to familiarize yourself with the unknown, magic, and silver tongue that sound mysterious, but you've seen through it, and these things have nothing to do with your goal at all. ”

"The mysterious man came from the story, but he was very familiar with the world, and even knew that he would come over himself, which is the simplest question, and nothing else, and I think you already know the answer, but even you can't believe it, so you need more evidence to prove it."

"Believe me, that's the answer, although there is no evidence, there must be details, there are details, there are details that you haven't noticed."

"Details, and details......" Brian muttered under his breath, sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Brian, are you alright?" Mike next to him whispered.

Brian woke up again, as if in a nightmare, and he looked at Folchart, then said again, "We need that book, for whatever reason." ”

"I also knew that the book was important." But Furchart said with some embarrassment, "It's just that we don't know where the book is, maybe it's better for you to go to Capricorn's castle and look for it, and ...... If it's really like what we've inferred, then let's ...... first"

"There is no prophet." Brian interrupted Folchart directly, "There is no prophet at all, and it won't be the book written by the prophet. ”

"I know you're referring to him breaking the fourth wall, but that's not the case at all, no one broke the four walls, and the reason why he knew he was coming into this world was because ......"

Brian took a long breath and saw that Furchart, Zas and the others were watching him, so he spread his hands and said dramatically, "He has the ability to travel through the world. ”

"Don't tell me you haven't seen Doctor Who." He fussed and said, "That's not retro, it only makes me laugh at your backwardness, Doctor Who has the ability to travel through parallel universes, and even travel through time." ”

"He's been before the birth of the earth, he's been to after the explosion of the earth, he's been to Rome, he's been to the future world, he's been to the world that doesn't even exist."

"It's a magical ability, and I don't know if magic can do that, which means magic doesn't have to be able to do it, so maybe ...... That mysterious man has this ability, so it's not surprising. ”

Brian's forced comedy effect is useful, he focuses everyone's attention on this point, and also pulls them out of the strange logic of the world, and no one notices it anymore.

Slightly relieved, Brian said again, "But we still need that book." ”

"There's no clue to that at all." Furchart said helplessly.

Instead of paying attention to him, Brian said to Farid, "Do you know what? ”

Although Farid was slightly stunned, he immediately said, "Do you suspect that I took that book?" I've been written as a thief, but I'm not a robber, and I've never even done petty theft. ”

At best, it's just lying, Farid added in his mind.

"Nope." Brian shook his head, he could naturally see that Farid wasn't lying, "I just wanted to ask if you have any clues that we don't know." ”

"Nope." Farid shook his head honestly.

Brian retracted his gaze, he hadn't suspected that Folchart was hiding something, but he trusted himself more than Folchart, unless Silvertongue had some secret he didn't know.

It was only at this time that a thought suddenly flashed through Brian's mind like a thunderbolt, and he quickly got up, even stood up, and called out to Farid, "Are you speaking English?!" ”

"Of course." Farid rightly, even strangely shrugged, "Because I'm the one who came out of the English translation, we both speak English." ”

Brian was stunned, then calmed down, "I'm sorry. "I'm so excited." ”

Farid looked at Furchart strangely, and Furchart just spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know why.

Brian sat down slowly, but his heart was not so calm, because Brian in the pink sweater was yelling at Brian frantically, "Holy, English translation!" That's not an English translation at all! You've seen what they've lost over the years on the network of the Italian Alpine City Hall, the catalog, don't tell me you didn't see the name of the book. ”

"Arabian Nights, that's the Italian version!"

"Moreover, he lied to you, and you can't see it at all."

Brian forced himself to calm down, he restrained his trembling right hand, and said to Furchart, "Then let's not discuss the issue of books for now, we have a more realistic problem, how do we deal with him, so...... Is there anything we don't know about Silver Tongue yet. ”

"How do I know?" "It's like a nightmare," said Folchat, "and for so many years, I was careful to read a book, for fear of reading something more powerful about gods and unicorn witches and other ghosts, but I didn't expect it...... Meggie, too, ......"

Lisa began to sobb lowly, and Furchart hurriedly hugged his wife.

It's just that Brian didn't notice these things at all, and he put the words in his head for the time being because he was thinking about a more serious problem.

The last piece of the puzzle, he found, he found the last piece of the puzzle.

Even if what he thought of was unbelievable and unbelievable, it could be true, so what he wanted to know more at this time was, "You tell me...... Am I the protagonist or not? Brian spread his hands.

No one paid any attention to him, because the sentence was not uttered by Brian at all, but in his head.

Only at this time, there was a tinkling sound on the right side of the room, and Brian slowly turned his head, and like the others, he saw a person standing outside under a black canopy, unable to see men and women clearly.

And beside that man, there was a ...... Beautiful unicorn. (To be continued.) )