Ji Lang sent Wu Miaomiao all the way to the door of the mall before he recovered.
Didn't you want to go to the company, why did you come here
"Don't you want to go in?" Wu Miaomiao waited in place for a while, and asked Ji Lang strangely when she saw Ji Lang standing at the door and couldn't go in.
"Go in by yourself." He wasn't in the mood to accompany the little girl to buy things.
Wu Miaomiao snorted, but instead of going in immediately, she lowered her head and stared at one place. Ji Lang felt strange and followed her gaze, only to realize that he had been holding her hand all the time.
Remembering that, he just pulled people out to prevent this girl from arguing with the detective.
"Aren't you letting go?" Wu Miaomiao asked.
Ji Lang, who was about to let go, changed his expression, and suddenly changed his mind: "What? Am I not your husband, can't hold hands?"
"Yes." Wu Miaomiao suddenly sighed, "If you like it, hold on for a while."
Xianggong is so elusive, let him go in alone for a while, and hold hands for a while, like a baby in a stockade, and he needs to be coaxed.
"!" If you like it, then hold it for a while, who likes to hold your hand
Ji Lang threw off his hand in disgust and turned to leave.
"Are you angry?" Wu Miaomiao grabbed Ji Lang's clothes sharply.
Ji Lang has no patience, let alone getting along with others. If it wasn't for the purpose of figuring out why he could fall asleep beside Wu Miaomiao, he would have swept Wu Miaomiao out of the house long ago. Now, being able to be patient with me until now is the limit.
"Xiang Gong, it's strange that you are angry. The policeman was so fierce just now. Not only did you not get angry, but you also showed him your ID card. I coaxed you, why are you still angry?" Wu Miaomiao really couldn't understand Comparable logic.
"Who wants you..." Facing Wu Miaomiao's serious face, Ji Lang suddenly flashed in front of her eyes. A few minutes ago, she stood in front of her and scolded the detective, and her irritability subsided unconsciously, "Who wants you more? Mind your business?"
"Then how can you be nosy, you are my husband, I am your wife, how can I let others bully you, and even in front of me." Wu Miaomiao said.
Ji Lang's eyes trembled slightly: "Did you say the opposite?"
"No, the master said that when the husband married and went home, he wanted to protect him." Wu Miaomiao said seriously, "Although we are not married yet, I will protect you."
"Your witch clan's educational philosophy is really unique." Ji Lang said.
"Of course, the master said that now is a new society, and we have to keep pace with the times. By the way, aren't you going to work? Go, don't be late." Wu Miaomiao reminded.
Ji Lang snorted and was about to leave when his eyes glanced at the window behind Wu Miaomiao and saw his face on the glass. He has always known that his face is not the same in the eyes of others. Once, in order to find out what he looked like in the eyes of others, he asked a painter to draw Xiao Xiang. He found a total of three painters, and each painter painted a different look. Obviously they have the same facial features, but they show three different gloominess. Even when he looks at them, he will feel uncomfortable, which is completely different from what he usually sees in the mirror.
Ji Lang is a little curious, what does he look like in Wu Miaomiao's eyes
"Wu Miaomiao, what do I look like in your eyes?" Ji Lang blurted out.
"Yeah~~ It's pure like a black pearl, it's beautiful." Wu Miaomiao stared at Ji Lang's body, and the black energy that still existed in the bright sun answered without hesitation.
Ji Lang was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the zebra crossing. When he reached the zebra crossing, it happened to be a red light. Ji Lang stayed where he was, looking at the traffic lights at the intersection and suddenly chuckled: "Although the adjectives are a bit poor, the aesthetics are not bad."
The company that Ji Lang works for is a studio. It is a personal studio he opened when he was in college. The main business is to manage the IP of his own works.
Ji Lang's occupation is a well-known horror novelist, and this occupation is directly related to the ability to dream.
Because of his ability to dream, Ji Lang has sunk into all kinds of nightmares since he was a child. He has seen too many darkness and ugliness of human nature, and these things once made him collapse over time. As a result, he gradually lost his sympathy and awareness of beautiful things. He could only see the dark side of anything placed in front of him.
For example, when I was in junior high school, the teacher asked a female student with poor grades to go to the office to ask him to make up lessons after class. Ji Lang would subconsciously feel that this teacher must want to take advantage of no one to violate the female student.
For example, when he sees a stranger holding a sleeping baby on the road, he will feel that the child must have been abducted and sold, and it is definitely not the child's relatives.
For example, when he sees a pedestrian crossing the road, he wonders why the driver didn't hit him with the gas pedal.
…
There are countless such examples, and gradually Ji Lang began to realize that this is not possible. He has always lived in this society, and because of his ability, he cannot close himself. If he can't close, he can only integrate, because special people will be noticed, so he began to find a psychiatrist for himself.
Fortunately, although Ji's parents were not close to Ji Lang, they did not give up on Ji Lang completely. They invited all the powerful psychiatrists in Haishi for Ji Lang, and finally a psychologist gave advice.
"It's like you're locked in a terrifying world of constant reincarnation, and you can't escape. I've been trying to help you find a way out, but unfortunately, I haven't been able to. All I can do now is to provide you with a way out. The solution. Have you ever played the horror house in the amusement park? The horror house is the most terrifying when played by one person, less terrifying when playing with two people, and less terrifying when playing with a group of people. The room is full of people, so you don’t feel afraid. So if you can’t get out, let people come into your world.”
Ji Lang can't bring people into the House of Horrors, so all he can do is speak out. Since the first year of high school, he has serialized his horror novels on the Internet intermittently. He described everything he saw in his nightmares in words.
Because it was an unpopular subject, no one read it at first, but Ji Lang wrote these things just to talk about it. After each book, he felt that the blackness on his body became lighter. Because most of the stories he wrote are real things, so the sense of substitution is very strong. So over time, Ji Lang's column has gained a lot of popularity.
And as Ji Lang's control over his ability to enter dreams becomes stronger and stronger, he can gradually enter the dream associated with this dream through the owner of the dream. So he started to write and wrote the first crime novel "Crime Notes" in his life.
It was a serial murder case, where one of the survivors, after being rescued by the police, had nightmares all night, because she was so scared that the survivor's dream and the murderer's dream were connected. Ji Lang caught it, and he followed the victim's dream into the criminal killer's dream. In the dream, I watched the entire process of the murderer from wanting to kill, preparing to kill, and killing six people in a row after being arrested.
Ji Lang took the murderer as his first vision and wrote this "Crime Notes" in detail. Because it was highly similar to the case just solved, it caused a great sensation at the time, and even alarmed the captain of the criminal police who solved the case at that time.
"There are many details written in your novel that we didn't notice when we detected it, but we checked with the murderer, and what you wrote is real. How on earth did you do it?" If this case hadn't happened The location was thousands of miles away in Qing'an City, and Ji Lang had been in school at the time of the incident, and he even suspected that Ji Lang was an accomplice.
"Logical reasoning." Ji Lang replied with only four words.
Before leaving, the captain of the criminal police stared at Ji Lang for a long time: "You didn't commit a crime, and I can't arrest anyone, but if this is really your own reasoning, you are the most gifted criminal I have ever seen. It's used to write stories."
Ji Lang knew that he was warning him, but he didn't care. Before him, a group of people who claimed to be in the metaphysics had warned him, and in their mouths, his existence was even more terrifying, and it was enough to destroy the world. Devil.
Ji Lang didn't know when he would destroy the world, but at this time they didn't form a group to destroy himself, it was too early to think.
The second-story building where Ji Lang’s studio is located was originally an office left by this park for the park property. Later, the property was outsourced, and the building became vacant. Ji Lang paid to rent it and it became his personal studio.
There are not many employees in the studio, and he has only five people in total, one of whom is responsible for reception and outreach work, and the other three are all editors.
"Boss, it's a little late today." Dong Yongyuan, who is in charge of outreach work, was grinding coffee for three colleagues who stayed up late to catch the script. When Ji Lang came in, he was habitually startled, and then showed a politeness. smile.
At first glance, Ji Lang's image is gloomy and terrifying, but it is only a momentary feeling, and if you look at him carefully later, that feeling will disappear. So the people in his studio are used to the thrill of seeing the boss for the first time every day, and then it will return to normal.
"Well, is the script finished?" Ji Lang asked as he walked in.
"It's done, it's done. The three of them stayed up all night yesterday to make changes and put them all on your desk. After you've read it, they won't dare to leave work." Dong Yongyuan replied while making another cup of coffee.
Pure black without sugar, Ji Lang's life-sustaining medicine.
Every employee in the studio knows that their boss suffers from severe insomnia, and dark circles and red blood are like his birthmarks.
Hey, there seems to be no red blood in the boss's eyes, and even the black circle seems to be lighter.
Dong Yongyuan sent the brewed coffee to Ji Lang's office and took the opportunity to confirm it.
"What are you looking at?" Ji Lang glared at him.
"Boss, the red blood in your eyes is gone." Dong Yongyuan said in surprise.
"Why do you have an opinion?"
"No, boss, you weren't... asleep last night, were you? How could you be asleep?!"
"How can I fall asleep?!" Ji Lang sneered at Dong Yongyuan.
Dong Yongyuan immediately realized that he had said something wrong, took three steps back, and apologized decisively: "I'm sorry boss, I'm going out."
Ji Lang glanced at the closed door, then took out his mobile phone, called up the selfie mode, and carefully observed his eyes: "There's really no red blood."