The mouth of a novelist, a deceitful ghost!
This summary is a bit incisive~
Chen Chao's eyes rolled slowly, "Oh, oh, this policewoman is praising me around the corner. This is ill-intentioned, she wants to play with me!"
Chen Chao's index finger pressed the glasses holder, and his face showed a three-point shame: "So, you want to listen to my story!"
Wang Yan nodded.
The desire of telling stories to others has been flowing in the writer's blood. Chen Chao was extremely poisoned. Facing a request from a potential reader, he could not refuse emotionally.
"But, after thinking about it, I think your insights are very incisive. The writer just depends on the works to speak!" Chen Chao laughed and said, "So I changed my mind. If you want to know the answer, you have to go from me. Picking up clues in his works, this is the correct way for readers and writers to communicate. Thank you very much for your reminder."
Wang Yan's eyelids were twitching, and she had a deep understanding of what it means to smash the feet. Sure enough, she shouldn't be smart enough to answer questions for Deng Bin.
"I have mastered the psychological knowledge of fur, so I can't show it off and use it. Now I'm putting myself in the pit." Wang Yan's face was hot, and she felt a trace from the curvature of Chen Chao's mouth. Strong banter.
Wang Yan gritted her teeth. She was going to find Deng Bin to ask for a manuscript. She had to take a closer look at what kind of story Chen Chao actually described in words.
"By the way, remember to collect reader feedback from Deng Bin for me. After all, the opinions of the first reader are worthy of preferential treatment." Chen Chao told Wang Yan's departure.
哐!
The door outside the corridor was heavily closed, and Wang Yan rushed out with Wang Yan's foot odor.
"Hey, it's still a petty temper!" Chen Chao stretched his waist. If Deng Bin, an old policeman, can still give him a little pressure, then Wang Yan is almost transparent in front of him.
"It should be to understand some knowledge of psychology and want to follow my logic. Unfortunately, the teacher who taught you the psychology class forgot to tell you that novelists are a group of psychology masters who are good at speculating and arranging the inner world of characters."
Chen Chao was smug, "The suspenseful novelist is even the most proficient in reverse thinking in the novelist!"
"No one can dig a hole for me, unless I am willing to fall into it!"
Accompanying Wang Yan to pass the boring time for a while, and possibly capturing two potential readers by the way, Chen Chao was very beautiful in his heart.
He now stands back in the center of the room and begins to do mechanical, rigid broadcast gymnastics.
This time, because of lessons learned, he made sure that his lower body stayed still and only exercised his upper body.
There was a creak when his arms and shoulders moved slightly, and Chen Chao continued to move unconsciously, his eyes seemingly sluggishly penetrating through the lens, focusing nonchalantly on the opposite wall.
The image of the lens penetrates the retina and directly reflects in his mind. Chen Chao feels like there are three monitoring images, arranged side by side in his mind, and he can click to zoom or switch at any time.
The viewing angles of two of the pictures remain static, while the other picture is constantly shaking.
The trembling monitoring screen should correspond to the shiny glass bead in the pocket of ** trousers.
The screen in the viewing angle monitoring can only reveal a narrow and cramped area, which is a slit through the trouser pocket.
To paraphrase the terminology in the game, this is a scout guard inserted crookedly, and most of its vision is obscured by shadows.
It is impossible to distinguish the outside scene from the gaps in the pockets, only one arm is swinging back and forth with the walk, and a section of the sky reflected in it.
Really sit and watch!
The other two monitoring screens have a complete field of view. One corresponds to the corridor on the third floor.
Now I can just see the landlord's aunt is diligently cleaning the garbage in the corridor.
Unlike in the past forcing the residents in the building to clean the corridors, this time the landlord’s aunt did not give anyone the opportunity to intervene in performance. She must do it herself and clean any corner of the corridor.
The dim light was shining on the gloomy corridor. The landlord was lying on the ground, moving the waist of the bucket, staring with sour eyes, and digging out the gap between the ground and the object, and using a putty knife to dig out all the scum in the cracks in the floor. Come out, and then manually fill in the paint caulk.
The process is complete and perfect!
This is the first time the landlord’s aunt has stopped setting up the breakfast shop in 10 years, just to seize all the time and re-dress the entire corridor inside and out.
This big project has already reached its final stage, and the landlord’s aunt, regardless of wiping the sweat on her forehead, sprayed the two bottles of air freshener that she had been reluctant to use all the way in the corridor.
The cool mint smell, and the smell of dung coming out of the toilet all the year round, was forcibly suppressed.
"Well, there should be nothing left in the corridor, but to be safe, you still have to go to Chen Chao's house and take another look." The landlord's aunt is a very cautious person, and she walked to the door 313.
The iron-barred security door at the entrance was installed by Chen Chao himself after he moved in, and the landlord’s aunt did not have a spare key.
"That woman should be in the house!"
The landlady knocked on the door, and then changed into slamming the door hard, but unfortunately no one inside quietly responded to her.
A broken anti-theft door couldn't stop the house, so she pedaled downstairs to get a lock change tool.
And in the surveillance pictures that Chen Chao switched in his mind, he could see in real time how vivid a ghost looks like in the seemingly quiet room.
The dynamic picture focuses on the bedroom!
A weird puppet sneaked out its head from the edge of the bed. It was visually estimated that it was about 15 cm tall. The round head rotated 360 degrees to detect that there was no one in the room.
A QQ emoji appeared on his face, and then he dived and stepped on the bed.
It was shy with a round belly, a thread was opened on the surface of the skin, and a slender silk thread was quietly thrown into the cardboard box at the end of the bed.
There is a half box of fat house happy water!
The coke bottle was entangled in the throat, and while pulling up, the head was cut and dropped from it, exposing the big scar of the bottle cap.
The dangling ** spewed out, and the puppet opened his mouth and swallowed greedily. It was obviously drinking Coke, but he had a bold gesture of drinking.
One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...
The stock in the box was gradually bottoming out, and the empty plastic bottles were swaying around on the bed.
The puppet's body was dyed dark as if it were colored, and the two little feet left clear footprints every time they took a step.
It seemed to be drunk, running in the bedroom like Sahuan. The bed, the walls, the ceiling, and the computer screen were all a series of running footprints.
Suddenly!
It heard the sound of knocking from outside the door, and instantly it was as if it had been silenced, and it crept back under the bed...
ps: I was recommended by the WeChat public account [Thirty-Six Strategies of the Big Book and Wilderness]. I was inexplicably surprised. This is the public account that Aman has been looking for and reading books for more than two years. I didn’t expect to see his own book. +Tearful eyes, it feels like what I wrote is in the textbook excerpts, and it is beautiful.
Without any py, I don't know Brother Jiu at all. It is a great affirmation and encouragement to be pushed.
So if you have children’s shoes who like this book, and you happen to use WeChat, you can add [Thirty-Six Strategies for Big Books], leave a comment for this book and give feedback to readers, and then remind Brother Ji that the starting point of the book is not searchable. So, the word "suspense" is a blocking word, you need to search for the author's name to find it, or search for the author's survival guide.
Thank you, Aman.