I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

"Major Shen, this way."

Cai Yan personally led the person into the medical room.

The police officer in charge of guarding the station came forward to report a few words. Cai Yan raised his hand and pointed to the ward in front. "That's Miss Jiang's bed, but she hasn't gotten up yet, so it's inconvenient to disturb her. Miss Yu's ward is next door. Why don't you ask Miss Yu first?"

Shen Guiling nodded and said, "Okay, Director Cai, please provide me with a copy of Miss Yu's confession later."

"?"

Before Cai Yan could react, Shen Guiling had already turned around and walked straight towards Jiang Huashan's ward.

“…” How come he was the one asking?

Is this...is this right?

Cai Yan was confused about Shen Guiling's style of doing things, but after thinking for a long time, he suddenly understood.

Shen Guiling's coming to Whale Island must have been instructed by the old man of the Shen family. I'm afraid the old man doesn't believe what the people on the island say. Young Master Shen is so eager to find Miss Jiang, it must be because the old man has some instructions.

Cai Yan immediately straightened his expression and pointed to the private ward in the corner. "You, go over there and keep watch. No one is allowed to interrupt Major Shen while he's questioning you."

"Yes."

"Wait a minute!"

If Young Master Shen comes out and sees two door gods standing at the door, he might misunderstand that he has ulterior motives.

Cai Yan thought about it again and again but still felt a little worried. After thinking for a while, he whispered, "All of you stand away and don't come over to disturb me. Understand?"

The two young police officers looked at each other and said, "Got it."

*

"Men~ In a year, you seem to have gained weight again?"

Jiang Huashan sat cross-legged, one hand on her chin as she gazed at the repertoire gate before her. Not only had she grown this year, but the repertoire gate within her sea of ​​consciousness had also grown.

The vines that originally had tender buds have grown a whole circle thicker, the dense branches and leaves are fully stretched out, and the flower buds are gradually emitting a faint light.

"Hey, is it going to bloom?"

Jiang Huashan caught a swaying branch and picked off the faint light bud.

The fluorescence of the bud embryo suddenly dissipated at her fingertips. The vines had been stretching out in all directions very comfortably, but after losing the light bud, it seemed as if some panic mechanism was triggered. It shrank back into the door of the play in a flash and tightly wrapped around the book cover, motionless.

This was not the first time she had plucked the buds. Ever since she discovered that the branches showed signs of blooming, she would pluck one or two flowers to study when she had nothing to do. The Repertory Gate hated her behavior, but could do nothing about it.

Every time she saw this scene, she felt like a pervert molesting a decent woman.

This year, apart from an inexplicable label appearing after my birthday, the Door of Drama never made any sound again.

As for that label.

-Creator.

The Play Gate once said: Every character in a play has a label, and as the plot unfolds, the character's label will gradually be improved. Negative labels are used as penalties for violating the rules of the play, while character labels are settled based on the person's performance in the play.

Therefore, she speculated that this [creator] should be related to her using the pen of the play to rewrite the ending of Shen Jiao.

The labels on the characters in the play define the characters' qualities, attributes, or abilities. If her inference is correct, then the label "Creator" is simply a divine existence for a virtual book world.

This means that she already has the ability to independently create a certain plot, and it was granted by the official himself.

This year, she tried every possible way to compete with the Gate of Drama, just to verify whether this idea was correct.

Jiang Huashan stared at the light buds disappearing from her fingertips, then looked up at the vines that were getting tighter and tighter. Her intuition told her that there must be something wrong with these buds.

But it has been like this for a year, what is the problem?

Is it because I picked too little?

Jiang Huashan slapped his thigh suddenly, stood up and rolled up his sleeves.

How about she pull a little more and see how this guy reacts?

As if sensing Jiang Huashan's intention, the door of the play suddenly burst out with a strong light, and the gathered vines immediately drilled into the thick paper.

"Where to hide?"

Jiang Huashan took a quick step forward, climbed up the clump of vines with his bare hands, and pulled them madly with all his might.

She had long discovered that, while outside, the Drama Gate could use its power to generate malicious plots to teach her a lesson, but within the Sea of ​​Consciousness, it was no match for her. Ultimately, it only had one move to deal with her...

"thumping--"

Jiang Huashan only felt a buzzing in his head, and the feeling of the shock was as if someone had opened his forehead.

Sure enough, she was kicked out again.

She covered her forehead and slowly raised her eyelids.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and go back into the fight, his peach blossom eyes froze suddenly, and tiny specks of light trembled under his eyelashes.

She immediately closed her eyes again, and when she opened them again, the face that was originally at a distance suddenly came closer.

Shen Guiling leaned over and supported her pillow, gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, and hooked a strand of bangs around her ear.

He smiled, his eyes with heavy eyelashes drooping and tenderness, "You kept calling my name in your sleep just now~"

Jiang Huashan, “…”