"My world, in the words of this world, should be considered a... two-dimensional civilization?"

"Well...it's a comic to be exact."

"In the world in the comics, because of the setting, each of us will have our own companion demon pet when we are born. They share a life with us. They will die if we die. Therefore, my little loach... must be gone."

"Of course there are protagonists in our comic world. In fact, we all know who the protagonist is... Except for the protagonist, we appear in the audience seats in the gymnasium, at the street milk tea shop... The background board without a name is called Xiao Mo, which is probably just a ball of ink, ha. I am not the first Xiao Mo to wear this world... Well, it is the fourth."

"We are all soul-piercing. Moreover, because of the heart-source sensing, the four of us Xiao Mo all know the existence of each other. Of course, Xiao Mo has men and women, and has different personalities and appearances. We also have their own surnames in this world."

"I've met one of them again before I met you."

"After me, there are a few little mos coming through."

"But, just the fourth day after the epoch erupted last month... a little Mo, six hundred and sixty kilometers away, died."

"His death has nothing to do with the two operators before, nor has it to do with the Lionheart Action Group - he was killed by another time traveler... That time traveler is the painter of the comic book we live in!"

"That's the one who created our world."

"From the suicide notes left to us after the death of the deceased... Oh, we can leave suicide notes about an hour after our death. The painter seemed to be able to wear them, walk them through, and wear them back. This world seemed to have become a public area between our comic world and her world."

"She has absorbed our heart source energy in this world, and can also allow her to gain some spiritual power in this world, as well as to get more creative inspiration in her original world."

"Actually, our comic world is a very sweet and beautiful fairy tale world. The level of civilization is actually higher than the world where the painter is. I believe that when the painter creates our world, he must be a very loving person... However, now..."

"If we and her had not traveled through time, she should not be able to cross the dimension and extract the heart source energy from us at will. However, because of the current world as an intermediary... she met us."

"I don't know when it will be my turn for death... It doesn't matter. Keeping these heart source energy is actually a danger for me, so I can use the heart source energy to help you find someone. It doesn't matter if I use it all at once..."

"To be honest, we all know that the way home... shouldn't be found."

"No matter how we use our ability, we... in fact... paper and pen... can't tell us a direction that transcends the dimension."

“This is beyond our ability.”

After Xiao Mo finished speaking, he smiled indifferently.

She went to make two cups of soda, put a small cup on her own, and handed it to Chen Changyan.

Chen Changyan sighed deeply as he heard Xiao Mo tell the truth.

Xiao Mo's cups that drink water are all cute.

This nurse, like the vampire, isn't a person who exists in the real sense at all?

No wonder she likes comics, Cos and double ponytails so much, because in the club, it will give her a sense of belonging like going home.

After all, she went straight to this world at the age of the second year of junior high school, and the companion demon pet who was born and raised together was no longer by her side. Her sense of panic must be higher than that of other time travelers.

According to her, losing a companion demon pet is equivalent to a part of his life being taken away.

Since that was the case, Chen Changyan had nothing to say. He took out the note of the name "Song Guixue" written by Xie Kuyan, and the photo of the cheongsam girl, and said: "What we need to look for now is this person."

"She is what you just said, the...super spreader of the Anti-intellectual Circular Virus?" Xiao Mo asked.

"Well, there should be a group of strong time travelers around her, as well as ordinary people like Zhang Baolong." Chen Changyan said.

"Wait." Xiao Mo put down the water cup, took the paper and pen, and did not delay a sip of water, and started working directly.

Chen Changyan looked at her face to put on paper and pen, looking for the spirit...

The breath fluctuated throughout the room and became very violent.

There seemed to be something swimming in Xiao Mo's eyes... Then, her eyes gradually lost their focus. On the contrary, she held the hand of the pen and wrote and painted on the paper.

Straight lines and curves interlaced, and mixed with various incomprehensible annotations and patterns on the draft of a comic. Soon, she put down her pen.

But after the pen left her hand, it did not fall on the paper, but floated about four or five centimeters away from the drawn paper, moving, moving...

Until it moves above a circle, the pen begins to shake violently like a compass pointer until the shaking range gradually decreases.

Finally, stop in one direction and remain unmoved.

Dong.

At this time, the pen fell back on the paper.

Xiao Mo first closed his eyes quietly, and Chen Changyan could feel the fluctuations in the living room slowly slowing down.

Until it stops completely.

Xiao Mo opened his eyes.

She glanced at the pen falling on the table and said in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Chen Changyan asked.

"Do you still remember the dead man I just mentioned who was extracted from the heart source energy by the painter?" Xiao Mo looked at Chen Changyan and said with a pale face.

Well, how could I not remember what I just said more than ten minutes ago?

It’s another “little mo” six hundred and sixty kilometers away.

Xiao Mo pointed to the paper and pen in front of him: "The Song Guixue you are looking for is almost the same place as the place where the cartoonist killed another Xiao Mo."

Almost the same place? Chen Changyan passed around in his mind and remembered that Xiao Mo's search for spirits was in the second stage. The first search for spirits could only determine a rough range, so it was "almost".

To get a specific location, she must go to the location.

But that was more than 600 kilometers away... the distance across the two cities.

"In other words, the cartoonist who traveled through time, like Zhang Baolong, may also be Song Guixue's subordinate?"

Of course, the connection between Zhang Baolong and Song Guixue may be closer.

"Do you want to go?" Xiao Mo asked with a frown.

She looked a little scared.

But facing the cartoonist who can extract her heart source energy, it might be a good choice if he could form a team with Chen Changyan to have a while.

Always pretending to be an ostrich is not a long-term solution.

"No hurry. This super communicator has strong abilities and knows how to unite various organizations that can be combined... and may even form a time traveler matrix. I need more information." Chen Changyan looked at his watch.
Chapter completed!