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"Daddy, daddy, do you want to have breakfast? Did you stay up late again? Still have no inspiration?"

The voice of a little girl echoed in Duke's ears.

"Who's calling me? Daddy? Where is my daughter?" Duke, feeling dizzy, climbed up from a desk in a daze and opened his eyes. "Where is this?"

In front of him was an unfamiliar study. He was sitting behind a desk facing the door. On the desk was a laptop with the cursor blinking on a document titled "Derrick Storm." He looked around. "Hey, isn't this the study room of Richard Castle from the TV series 'Castle' that I watched last night?"

At that moment, a little girl with long red hair and dazzling white skin walked in with a cup of coffee. "Daddy, did you stay up all night again? If you have no inspiration, you can't just sleep on the desk!" she said, smiling as she handed over the coffee.

"Alexis?"

Duke was confused, his head buzzing.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I probably stayed up late writing and fell asleep at the desk. I feel a little uncomfortable. It's okay, you should have breakfast first!" Duke used all his willpower to keep from jumping up from his chair due to his standard New York accent. He quickly spoke to his "daughter."

The most urgent task now was to let the "daughter" leave first, and then confirm the vague suspicion forming in his mind.

"Well, I have a chemistry experiment class at 9 am. It's almost 8 o'clock now, so I'll leave first. You should get some rest. Didn't Gina urge you to hand in your manuscript? Don't overwork yourself!" Alexis put down the coffee, closed the laptop, walked to Duke, put her arms around his neck, and hugged him affectionately.

"OK, OK, go ahead. Do you have any pocket money left?" Duke, feeling uncomfortable with the little girl's intimacy, quickly said.

"Hehe, your wallet is outside in the living room under your coat. I can get it myself."

Alexis smiled, kissed her father, and said, "I'm leaving. Get some rest!"

Duke breathed a sigh of relief after watching her skip out of the house.

"Calm down, I need to think about this carefully…"

He looked around the deserted house again, his thoughts returning to the time before his consciousness blurred…

Duke had served in the army, re-entered university after retiring, completed his undergraduate and master's degrees in one go, and had a smooth career. The only regret was that at almost 40 years old, he was still single.

Besides work, Duke's biggest hobby was reading novels and watching TV series. It wasn't because he was a homebody, but because he thought his life was pretty good. Although he often fantasized about what it would be like to have a different life.

Last night, because the next day was the weekend, Duke, alone at home, planned to read some books and watch some TV series. There were some good books, but no good TV series. In desperation, he turned on "Castle," his favorite old drama.

He loved this drama because he envied the funny protagonist Richard Castle, who had a successful career, a cute and clever daughter, and could flirt with the charming detective Kate Beckett while solving cases. Every time Duke watched this drama, he felt jealous of Castle's seemingly perfect life.

Last night, Duke stayed up late watching the TV series, and his last thought before losing consciousness was: "It would be great if I were Richard Castle…"

"Confirm again, this is not an illusion nor a dream! Ouch…" Duke, who jumped up from the scalding coffee he unconsciously sipped, confirmed that he had hit the jackpot! He had really become Richard Castle, and the person who just left the house was indeed his daughter, Alexis.

"Hahahaha, thank you, time travel master… Wait, I seem to have forgotten something? Oh, right, where is the system required for time travel? System, system!!" Duke, who was celebrating in 'his' study, began to get greedy.

He closed his eyes, hoping for a virtual screen to appear. He recited silently in his heart, and shouted loudly, but nothing happened…

"Where's my system? Isn't it necessary for time travel? Forget it. I've already fulfilled my wish. What else do I need a system for?!"

Duke, already satisfied with his new reality, decided to focus on the opportunity at hand.

"OK, from now on, my 'Castle' life as Duke officially begins. I need to check the time."

The electronic calendar on the desk showed the date: May 8, 2009.

"May 8th, the plot seems to have not started yet. By the way, am I not writing the last Derrick Storm novel?" Duke opened the laptop that had just been closed by his daughter and looked at the document saved on it.

"No wonder Brother Castle in the show is a winner in life, this guy's writing style is pretty good!" With the experience of a 20-year online novel reader, Duke took a cursory look at the new book saved on the computer. It was about 90% complete.

It seemed the reason the previous "Castle" was stuck was that he didn't know how to end it. Should he let Derrick survive and continue his adventures, or end Derrick's life? Because "Castle" was tired of the Derrick series.

"Hey, isn't this a coincidence? I'm a super fan of Castle, from the first episode of the first season to the last episode of the eighth season, and I've watched it over and over again no less than twenty times. If the Derrick Storm series isn't finished, how can I have the chance to pester Miss Beckett and write the Nikki Heat series?"

"So, Brother Storm, it's time to go…"

Duke, who quickly determined his next writing plan, decided without hesitation to end Derrick Storm's life.

"Okay, it's decided, let's do it… Hey, what's going on?"

Duke, who had just decided to "kill" the protagonist of his novel series, suddenly felt a change in his mind. His memory became much clearer, and he could remember most of the novels and TV dramas he had read. Could this be my golden finger? Super memory?

"Hahahaha, thanks again to the time travel master. Time travel really does have its benefits. Even if I don't have a system, with super memory, I could be a successful writer. Hahahaha…"

"GOGOGO, write books, write books. I need to deal with Derrick Storm first so I can meet Miss Beckett at the new book launch dinner."

Duke was excited at the thought of meeting the long-legged detective he had always admired.

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding." Duke, who wrote from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. in one breath, ended the life of Derrick Storm with a large-caliber bullet. Just as he was reveling in his accomplishment, the phone rang.

"I'm Castle."

"I know you are Castle. Where is the manuscript? The publicity plan starts in early June! If you miss the deadline, you know the consequences. If I don't see your new manuscript before next Wednesday, I…" The voice of the publisher and his ex-wife, Gina, came out of the phone viciously.

"Oh, Gina, my dear vampire publisher, I have finished writing and am doing the final spell check!"

"What? You've finished writing? I heard you were out of inspiration?" Gina said in a sarcastic tone.

"Ridiculous," Duke replied, unconvinced.

"Really? My information is very accurate," Gina continued sarcastically.

"I can turn it in tomorrow at the latest," Duke said calmly.

"OK, tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, is that okay?"

"No problem."

"Well, dear Castle, I'll be waiting for your manuscript tomorrow!"

"Pop," Duke hung up the phone, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and leaned back in his chair comfortably.

"Hehehe, I remember the first time I met Beckett in the show was at the dinner for the launch of my last Storm novel. That means the plot will begin at the beginning of next month. This is perfect. I will have enough time to familiarize myself with the behavior and habits of 'Castle.' After all, whether I have traveled into a show or this is a real world, I probably can't go back…"

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding." The phone rang again.

"Gina, didn't I tell you I'd send you the manuscript tomorrow morning? I need to do a final spell check!"

"Rick, this is John…" A voice that sounded low and somber came through the phone.

"John?" Duke was puzzled.

"Rick, someone killed the dog Helen left for me and stole my car…" The low voice on the phone seemed to be suppressing something.

"No way? John…the dog was killed…the car was stolen…" Duke's heartbeat began to speed up, and his blood pressure began to rise.

"Where are you? Calm down, John." Duke didn't have time to think about anything else. If this 'John' was really the 'John' he thought of, the most important thing now was to find out where he was.

"I'm in New Jersey, in my garage. I was just attacked," John seemed calm, but Duke knew that if it was really the guy in his memory, what this calmness meant was simply chilling.

"Just wait for me at home, I'll be there soon, John, my friend, promise me, wait for me at home!" Duke held the phone between his shoulder and ear, picked up his coat