Push the ghost talker back

Looking at senior Xiaotao's eyes, Lu Mingran can be sure that the other party is sharpening his sword in his heart.

Fortunately, senior Xiaotao held back, and Lu Mingran lived peacefully until the day before the mission started.But that night, the system woke him up from the bed and asked him a question:

"Do you want to be a writer?"

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Before entering the dungeon, Cheng Yun was going downstairs with a cup in his hand, but when he got down the last step, everything under his feet and in front of him changed.

He was standing in a tea room, and in his hand, the aroma of coffee was filling the white cup.

But his palm was cold, obviously he was holding the boiling hot coffee, with his fingers sticking to the cup, but his expression didn't change, and he wasn't burned at all.

Cheng Yungui looked at the cup in his hand, opened his lips and called out in a very low voice: "Steamed buns."

No kitten came to rub against his leg, not even a meow.

Then Cheng Yungui woke up.He took a sip of coffee first, then pushed open the door of the tea room.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a large narrow and busy office, with a lot of things piled up on everyone's desk.And on the white wall in front, hung a huge poster.A dark classroom is drawn on it, with four large characters written on the blackboard: A Night of Horror.

It seems that this is the editorial department.Cheng Yun returned his gaze, and turned to look at these people who were busy in front of the computer.

Well, how should I put it...

The keyboards in each hand are crackling, and some are still holding the phone and humming non-stop, but you can tell at a glance that you are fishing for fish and have no intention of working.

This shows that everyone has regained their consciousness.

It seems that the heart of the lone wolf is as powerful as the rumors say. It is the first time for Cheng Yungui to encounter such a situation where all the staff wake up as soon as they enter.

Wait, everyone is awake... Cheng Yungui remembered something, and his eyes swept away among these people.

It just so happened that that person was also looking for him.As soon as Lu Mingran saw him, he raised the pen in his hand.Also, there are pens everywhere in this kind of place, it is not difficult for him to regain consciousness.

Moreover, the two people's workstations were next to each other, Cheng Yungui walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down, and smiled at him.

Before the two chatted a few words, the person on the far left stood up.As soon as he stood up, everyone around him stopped what they were doing.

This is a foreign man, with a head of blond hair tied into a small knot behind his head.He knocked on the table with his slender knuckles, his narrow eyes narrowed:

"Everyone is here? I hope you can cherish the last few days of working together."

There is no doubt that this is the Earl. It can be seen that he restrained his coldness a little while doing the task, but ordinary people will involuntarily feel a sense of fear deep in their hearts after seeing him.

His role is that of editor-in-chief.Now he started to act out the plot in the script and called the names again.

Each editor has his or her own section.On the Lone Wolf Heart side, the charming woman Julie is the art editor, and the dumb girl beside her, Xiaoyun, is in charge of the "Fun Stories from the Editorial Department" section.And the three men, Baldy, the Man with Glasses, and Ying Shan, are respectively responsible for the three parts of "Ghosts in the World", "Human Ghosts Can't Love" and "Midnight Ghost Knocks on the Door".

Cheng Yungui looked at his mailbox, the manuscript he received was "I'm By Your Side", and Lu Mingran was "Campus Strange Talk".

"Okay, let's start working!" the editor-in-chief said briefly.

But so far, the game has not officially started.

It was afternoon, and the office was filled with warm sunlight and the smell of snacks.Everyone stayed near their computers no matter they were fishing or whatever.

The script this time is the same as in "Marriage", given step by step.They're waiting for the first e-mail tone.

The small alarm clock on Cheng Yungui's desk was rattling away, and when it started to rotate for the fourth time, "ding", the email notification sounded.

The sound came from the station by the window on the right.As soon as Cheng Yungui turned around, he saw a face pale with fright.

It was a man wearing glasses in Lone Wolf's Heart, Cheng Yungui knew when he saw him, this is a newcomer added.

The bald man was sitting opposite him. He just looked up when he heard the voice, and then went about his own business.

The same goes for the rest of the people, probably only him and Lu Mingran are concerned about the situation there.

The earl's expression changed slightly, it seemed that he had received a new script.

"Yibo, even though the magazine is about to stop publishing, it's not good for you to treat your work so lazily, isn't it?"

The man named Yibo opened his mouth several times before stumbling out his lines: "I see, editor-in-chief, I will definitely work hard!"

The Earl continued: "Okay. Yibo, check your mailbox, there are already more than a dozen manuscripts piled up, hurry up and order one."

"Well, it's almost time to get off work. Yibo, let's finish it before get off work."

This time is already tense enough, and Yibo's next line is: "Editor-in-chief, I'm actually optimistic about it, and I can make a decision in an hour!"

Cheng Yun looked back at the alarm clock, it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

The column "Human Ghosts Can't Love" that Yibo is responsible for requires about [-] words, which is indeed relatively easy.But this is not selecting manuscripts, this is choosing your own death method, whichever one you choose, the story in which one will happen to you.

Yibo had the most common reaction for newcomers, that is trembling and running away.

Cheng Yungui stood up and took a bottle of water and handed it to him, hoping that he could calm down a bit.After finishing all this, he returned to his seat to look at Lu Mingran, wanting to share his thoughts with him.

However, Lu Mingran just stared at the screen.Strange to say, this person has been unusually silent since entering the dungeon this time, and he doesn't even look at him very much.

Is it because you are too scared?Thinking of this, Cheng Yungui picked up the pen, wrote a note and handed it over.

"Comrade Democracy, come on."

These words really helped a little, Lu Mingran's expression became less nervous, he turned around and smiled with him: "Come on."

It was obviously a normal reaction that a good friend should have, but for some reason, after hearing this response, Cheng Yungui felt a little empty in his heart.

It seems that something is missing, but what is missing?

Soon, half an hour passed.

Yibo over there has been clicking the mouse mechanically and meaninglessly, and it seems that no one else in Lone Wolf Heart wants to care about him. No one wants to give him any advice, and just watches him struggle with cold eyes.

The sunset outside gradually fell, and the purple sunset glow arrived as expected.Everyone at the workstations began to organize documents and pack their bags, which seemed to be a very ordinary daily routine when they were about to leave work.

"Little dumb," Julie nudged Xiaoyun beside her, "I'll go shopping later, shall I go?"

Xiaoyun nodded expressionlessly, at this moment the bald man yelled that he would join in too.

Ying Shan gave the bald man a sideways look: "It's boring, why don't you stay with me and analyze... the manuscript."

Of course, it refers to the analysis task, not the analysis of Yibo's manuscript.

The people at Lone Wolf Heart chatted like this, and finally the Earl also spoke, and it was with Yi Bo:

"Yibo, are you ready?"

"An hour has passed."

If the decision is made, Yibo will send the manuscript to his mailbox for him to do the final review. There is a 50.00% chance that this ghost story will happen to the editor-in-chief, and there is a 100% chance of mutation.

Unfortunately, there was no movement from the earl. He stroked his lips with his fingers, looked at it silently for a while, and then turned off the computer.

This means that it is officially off work.Julie and the others got excited and got up to leave.

At this time, Yi Bo's mournful voice came over: "Don't, don't go... Please, stay with me, please?"

"Why don't we go have dinner together?"

Yi Bo panicked and wanted to grab these life-saving straws.

If it turned out, the earl would not pay attention to this kind of person.But today, the count suddenly said, "Let's have supper together."

When he said this, he deliberately looked at Cheng Yungui.

He put a curse on Jack, who is currently dead because his identity was exposed.It's just that he found that Cheng Yungui didn't seem to know anything about this kind of thing.

That's when the person next to him found out, but that person looked stupid.

Anyway, it's good for everyone to sit down and have a meal together and have a chat.

Cheng Yungui had no objection.Probably the happiest one was Yi Bo, after all, as long as he didn't place orders, his chances of survival would be higher.

"Let's go, Ming Ran." Cheng Yungui also stood up.

The place for supper was chosen in a small restaurant. To be honest, it was a bit incompatible with the aristocratic feeling of the Earl.Six people sat around the table, and when the skewers were served, Yibo was the first to grab and eat.

He may have forgotten that in this copy, if he doesn't do what the editor should do, he is not eligible to eat.

"what--!"

Yi Bo's outstretched hand froze suddenly, and the food in front of him seemed to become something terrible in his eyes.Julie looked at him, picked up a bunch and handed it to the earl, and said, "Dinner, what's the matter?"

"Yes, it's quite delicious."

The bald man took a bunch of meat and chewed it, and ate it deliberately for Yi Bo to see, but now Yi Bo collapsed, pointing at the bald man and shouting "spit it out, that's tongue"...

If it were Cheng Yungui, he probably wouldn't be able to eat after hearing such a description, but Baldy's heart is really strong, and he even asked Yibo what his tongue looked like with a smile.

"Oh, a tongue with eyes?" The bald man licked his flesh, "Did I lick the eyeballs now?"

Ying Shan couldn't stand it any longer, and patted Yi Bo on the back: "Go to another place to vomit for a while."

Yi Bo couldn't bear it anymore, he scrambled away and disappeared after a while.

Everyone knew very well that Yibo would either starve to death or die in an accident. In the eyes of everyone, he was almost equivalent to a dead person.

"cheers."

The count held up the glass of inferior beer in a gesture that seemed to be holding...

Lu Mingran suddenly spoke, and whispered to Cheng Yungui: "It's like the Coke in 82, it's very precious."

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After the supper was over, it was time for free activities. Cheng Yungui told Lu Mingran that how miserable their deaths depended on how terrifying the writer's stories were.

"I want to rest first." Lu Mingran shook his head, not planning to act tonight.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yungui decided to visit the writer tonight.

The section he is in charge of accepts folk ghost stories, and the requirement is [-] to [-] words, and there should be no plots of people and ghosts fighting.For a long time, there was a young man with a high rate of drafts on his side, and he almost became a columnist for this section.

Lin Han.

A melancholy, sickly, widowed young man, according to the script.

Cheng Yungui called him, but he didn't answer. After thinking about it, Cheng Yungui decided to visit him.

Lin Han lives in a community in the city center, the location is good, but a bit gloomy.Cheng Yungui picked up his favorite snacks, took the elevator to the 24th floor, and knocked on the door of 2413.

thump, thump...

The person who was eating potato chips in the room panicked and stuffed things under the bed, then he opened the refrigerator, took out the frozen ice cubes and stuck them on his face vigorously, so that there would be no blood on it.

After all this was done, the man opened the door.

"Editor Cheng?"

Looking at the thin young man in front of him, Cheng Yungui smiled and said, "I'll come to see you."

The young man didn't say much, and led him into the house.What's interesting is that the floor at home is wet, there is a lot of water, and if you don't pay attention, you will slip and fall.

Cheng Yungui couldn't help but connect these waters with supernatural events, and the more he thought about it, the more frightening he became, but Lin Han was very calm, and pointed to the cushion behind the coffee table to let him sit down.

So far, Lin Han, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, withdrawn, and silent, all fit Cheng Yungui's perception of him in the script.

However, after waiting for 2 minutes, Cheng Yungui felt that the person in front of him seemed to have changed a little.

Lin Han's pale face began to turn red little by little. To be precise, after a while, his face was radiant and his skin was rosy and shiny.

So healthy, really.

How did Cheng Yungui know that at this moment, there is someone complaining next to Lin Han's ear:

"Host, you are a sick beauty who can eat three big elbows with one meal!"

Lin Han ignored the man's complaints, hugged his knees, and quietly said to Cheng Yungui:

"Do you know why I didn't answer your call? I'm afraid you said you wanted to see me."

"Cough cough."

Lin Han coughed twice and whispered:

"My illness is a bit peculiar, so I'm afraid to scare you when I tell you."

Cheng Yungui forced himself to remain calm: "It's okay, just tell me."

"Whoever gets close to me will make my health better."

Lin Han smiled slightly:

"Collecting yang and nourishing yang."

Cheng Yungui: "..." Suddenly he felt a little cold all over his body.

When Cheng Yungui's expression management gradually got out of control, Lin Han thoughtfully said:

"Of course, it also collects yin to nourish yang. Don't worry about this. This disease is not picky, and you can pick anything. I can do it."

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