When Gudu said this sentence, there was no show off or proud emotion, just a straightforward statement.
"The protagonist needs to have a personality, so the three of you are so unique."
"You mean, you created us?"
Drizzt found it a bit funny. He might be only a few years younger than Gudu, but he remembered all his experiences from childhood to adulthood very clearly, so it couldn't be fabricated.
"You can say yes, you can say no."
Gudu shook his head.
"You're leaving it here and here."
Lu Tan couldn't help but complain.
"Have you ever written a novel?"
Gu Du asked back, and before waiting for the three people's answers, he spoke on his own.
"If a character in a novel only has a name, it is just a passerby with a name. If you want to truly create a flesh-and-blood character, you need to build his life bit by bit starting from his birth, or even the birth of his ancestors.
Only by following the trajectory can you get an impressive role.”
"Otherwise, the character is just a tool for the story, just like the priest upstairs or the passerby outside. The only difference is whether the author spent a few seconds to give him a random name from a neighbor or a name seen in the newspaper.
.”
After hearing Gu Du's words, Lu Tan nodded slightly.
"Indeed, creators are like this, so sometimes some authors will suffer from delusional disorder, unable to distinguish reality from fiction, and even suffer from symptoms of schizophrenia."
Drizzt and Shia glanced at Lu Tan and subconsciously took half a step back.
"...But humans have limits."
Gudu was stunned, probably because he didn't expect Lu Tan to be so supportive, so he continued.
"No matter how rich a person's imagination is and how much knowledge and experience he accumulates, human beings still have limits."
"What on earth do you want to say?"
Drizzt asked slightly impatiently.
"Maybe he wants to say that he is no longer a human being?"
Lu Jian guessed.
"..."
Gudu was silent for a moment again before pretending not to hear what Lu Jian said.
"I want to say that in fact no author can really do this, and readers don't have to care so much. Just use some contrast, reversal and other means to make a character a little bit special."
"One thing to say, one thing to say, it's true."
Lu Tan nodded again as if he understood something.
Bang——
The bronze door made a crashing sound again, causing everyone to look there.
"What's behind this door?"
Shia asked curiously.
"Some not-so-good things are also the reason why I exist here."
Gudu was silent for a moment before continuing.
"Let's go back to the previous topic. Just because humans have limits, there is no perfect story in the world, but some beings do not agree with this."
"To give a simple example, the biography of a celebrity may be fabricated, but the celebrity who is the protagonist does exist. Do you think the author of the biography created that person?"
When Lu Tan heard this, he shook his head.
"Those people must be real. The one in the book is just one of his images. After all, the biography will not write down some of the unknown thoughts in this person's heart."
"Exactly."
Gudu knocked on the table.
"So, there are some existences, some existences that we cannot understand. In order to get perfect stories, He alienated these stories. Well, you should understand this word."
He hesitated for a moment before opening the desk drawer and taking out a harmonica.
The harmonica had ten holes and looked ordinary, but Lu Jian could feel at first glance that it had some extraordinary aura.
This is one of Du Danping’s melody fragments!
Gu Du took the harmonica, took a deep look at it, and then put it aside.
"This was left to me by a good friend of mine. We were said to be good friends, but in fact we only got along for a few days, but the experience of those few days is something I will never forget and it changed my life."
He seemed to be reminiscing, with a look of loneliness and relief on his face.
"In short, during that experience, I heard certain voices and came into contact with certain existences, and in the end, I chose my current career."
Gudu sighed and pointed at the bronze door.
"My friend tricked Him into the door, and at the same time, the melody weaved by the harmonica caused Him to fall into a deep sleep, but the sleep was not deep and he could wake up at any time."
"If He wakes up, I'm afraid even the one who abandoned the city may not be able to save the entire city."
"You mean, there's an evil god trapped here?"
Lu Tan asked.
"Evil God? It can be said that he actually has no distinction between good intentions and malicious intentions. To him, human beings are insignificant. Just like walking on the road, you don't care how many ants you trample to death. He just exists in itself.
Destroy civilization."
Gudu laughed to himself.
"For Him, there is no essential difference between sleeping and waking up. However, for humans, it is better to make Him sleep than to wake up. I am the gatekeeper responsible for keeping Him sleeping."
"So you're here, uh, singing a lullaby?"
Drizzt seemed to calm down a little, and he put down the pistol in his hand. The bronze door made another banging sound, but it was already weak, like a cat scratching the door.
"I said, what he pursues is stories, so you only need to read him some bedtime stories, and he will be able to sleep peacefully. I don't have any special skills, but sometimes some stories appear in my mind for no reason. Sitting here
, and there is no loss.”
Gu Du said it very calmly, as if he was not facing some indescribable evil god, but a naughty child who was finally willing to sleep.
"In the beginning, one story was enough for Him to enjoy for a long time, but then, the intervals became shorter and shorter. Now, I have to sit here to satisfy Him, which is what you see now."
"However, these stories seem to have become reality. We were attacked by a mercenary who watched "Shadow of Terror", and met the monster from "Painted Dog" in your villa. There were spiders in the hotel just now. You
The story has had an impact on reality and hurt many people."
Drizzt calmed down completely and said.
"I'm sorry for this. I have also tried to write some warm stories, but obviously, a being like Him does not like mortal love. His food is fear. Only frightening stories can bring Him
Joy.”
Gudu thought for a moment, then spoke again.
"Moreover, I mentioned to you before that He wants a perfect story. Sleep cannot take away His authority. Even in a dream, this pursuit has not changed. Therefore, there is everything you have seen and experienced.
, that’s what I told you at the beginning.”
"It's not that you are following the plot of the story, but the story is chasing you."