Uneasy

Chapter 2 Incredible coincidence? ! (1)
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"It's great, it's wonderful! It's incredible!"

In front of the widescreen computer LCD screen, Chen Ziyan suddenly laughed involuntarily.He looked at the paragraph he had just typed out in the document, and grinned, with a smug expression on his face.He stretched out his arms, crossed his fingers together, and squeezed hard, and suddenly there was a slight crackling sound between the joints.

This was Chen Ziyan's habitual action, and he would only do this when he was the happiest and most excited.

On the computer screen in front of him, there is a WORD document open, which is an article he just wrote.

This is a wonderful thriller novel. It has just begun, but the framework of the whole story has already been formed in Chen Ziyan's mind.The turbulent creative passion made him unable to hide the excitement in his heart.

Chen Ziyan stood up abruptly, regardless of the fact that it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night, he opened the door of the study, went to the living room and picked up the phone.

The call was to Feng Shu's home.Feng Shu is Chen Ziyan's responsible editor at the publishing house, and Feng Shu helped him publish the three books that Chen Ziyan had published.Although the sales of those three books were not very good, and Chen Ziyan was always a half-red but not black thriller writer, Feng Shu was still full of confidence in Chen Ziyan.Taking Feng Shu's words, he believed that one day Chen Ziyan would be able to write a best-selling book that could create a sales legend. At that time, reprinting the previous three books with Dongfeng would also bring profits to the publishing house.This is also the reason why Feng Shu tried his best to help Chen Ziyan publish those three thriller novels, which were not considered outstanding.

As soon as the phone was connected, Chen Ziyan shouted excitedly: "Old Feng, it's me, Chen Ziyan!"

Feng Shu was obviously not very happy about Chen Ziyan's phone call in the early morning.His tired and resentful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Dude, do you know what time it is? It's three o'clock in the morning! I can't compare with a professional writer like you, you can sleep all day tomorrow I have to go to work! Tomorrow night I have to stay up late to watch the European Champions Cup final, can you let me sleep for a while and feel at ease?"

Chen Ziyan couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart. He ignored Feng Shu's protest and said loudly into the phone receiver, "Old Feng, the shocking work you've been waiting for is about to be born! I conceived a perfect If you write a thriller novel, it will definitely surprise people!" His voice contained incomparable excitement.

Feng Shu said impatiently: "Dude, I'm really sleepy. Every time you say that you have conceived a stunning work, but every time it disappoints." But he quickly realized his answer It would disappoint Chen Ziyan, so he quickly added, "Okay, it's still the old rule, you can send the outline and sample chapters to my email, and I'll read it when I get to work tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Feng Shu hung up the phone with a "snap", and a busy tone of "beep beep" came from the receiver.

Chen Ziyan was a little embarrassed. Feng Shu's non-cold words made him feel as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head.But he still took out his phone and sent a short message to Feng Shu.He thought, Feng Shu's cell phone must be off now, but as long as he turns it on early tomorrow morning, he will be able to see it.

The short message read: "Let's meet after work tomorrow, and I'll tell you about this idea."

Unexpectedly, only a few minutes later, Feng Shu replied a short message, and he did not turn off the phone.

"Dude, there is the European Champions Cup final late at night tomorrow. I have to go home and sleep after get off work. I don't want to talk to you about the details."

Chen Ziyan rolled his eyes, and quickly sent another message: "Old Feng, I know a teahouse has private rooms where you can chat while watching football and play mahjong. I'll make an appointment with a few more people, so everyone watching the football together will be lively."

After sending the message, Chen Ziyan sat down by the computer, packaged the outline of the article together with the first section of the text and sent it to Feng Shu.A few seconds after the email was sent, he received a text message from Feng Shu: "I have served YOU, OK, see you tonight. However, I am not AA, you pay the bill."

"no problem!"

Chen Ziyan grinned and let out another smug laugh.

Next, Chen Ziyan sent the same email with the outline and the first section of the text to two trusted literary friends, and left a message for them to give some comments after reading it.Then he simply washed up, took off his clothes, and sneaked into the bedroom as silently as a cat.

In the bedroom, Tang Yifei curled up under the thin quilt and fell asleep. In her arms, there was a white cat that was also sleeping.The quilt covering her body vaguely outlined a graceful and attractive curve.Tang Yifei's sleeping posture is a bit like a cat, revealing an unconcealable sexiness in her laziness.Her body undulated slowly with her breathing, and her long hair hung down to the edge of the bed, soft and smooth like a waterfall.

Under the thick eyelashes, Tang Yifei's eyelids are trembling slightly, perhaps she is dreaming a sweet dream hidden deep in her heart.

Chen Ziyan brushed away the sleeping white cat in Tang Yifei's arms. The white cat meowed in protest and jumped out of bed in dissatisfaction.Tang Yifei woke up suddenly. Seeing her boyfriend beside her, she murmured, "Have you finished writing? What time is it?" However, before Chen Ziyan could answer, she turned over again and fell into a deep sleep again.

Chen Ziyan smiled, lay down behind Tang Yifei, hugged his girlfriend's waist, and kept rubbing his girlfriend's smooth back with the stubble on his cheeks, his whole body was also tightly attached to the skin of his girlfriend's back superior.

This is his secret signal for courtship.However, Tang Yifei was unmoved, she turned around impatiently and pushed Chen Ziyan away.

"I'm sleepy, Ziyan, don't make trouble." Tang Yifei murmured with half-closed eyes.

Chen Ziyan shrugged and lay down resentfully.He really couldn't sleep, his mind was full of plots he had just conceived, and the turbulent story conflicts stirred in his chest, making his heart seem to be filled with a creepy flame.

This is a disturbing story about a serial murder.

In this story, Chen Ziyan arranges a perverted killer with a sinister personality, who claims to be the judge who redeems souls and executes the final judgment.He searched the city for villains who had committed crimes but got away with it, and personally executed them in the most cruel way.

At the beginning of the article, Chen Ziyan used long paragraphs of heavy ink to exaggerate a bloody killing in a secret room.A man in black imprisoned the victimized man and killed him with his own hands in the cruelest way.Chen Ziyan believed that no one else would be able to think of such an extremely perverted way of killing people, so he couldn't help applauding his idea.

As Feng Shu said, he thought that he had conceived a shocking work many times in the past, but every time he was criticized as "old-fashioned, uninnovative, and not adopted" at the topic selection meeting of the publishing house. .But this time, he really thought that he had come up with a seamless and wonderful theme, and he would definitely impress Feng Shu!

Chen Ziyan writhed on the bed, the desire to create made him unable to sleep.It wasn't until dawn that he felt his eyelids sore and astringent, and then he closed his eyes, preparing for a good night's sleep.Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes again and woke up Tang Yifei who was beside him.

Tang Yifei complained sleepily: "Ziyan, what are you doing? He wants to sleep."

Chen Ziyan said with a sneer: "Tonight I'm going to the teahouse with my friends to watch the match. The European Champions Cup final will start at 45:[-] in the morning. I won't be at home for dinner."

Tang Yifei seemed to wake up a little bit, and said, "The war started at 45:[-] in the morning, and you don't have dinner at home?"

Chen Ziyan replied: "Hehe, I played mahjong with a few friends in the teahouse first, and then we stayed until the game started."

"Which friends?"

"It's not just those people, Feng Shu, me, Sanpi and Xiaowen."

"Where is the match?"

"Barcelona vs. Manchester United! A decisive battle not to be missed!" Speaking of the game, Chen Ziyan was a little excited again, but Tang Yifei just said "hmm", and then there was a slight snoring sound again.

She fell asleep again.

2
Sanpi’s name is Zhang Tianbo, the word “Bo” can be split into three points of water and a character for “skin”, so friends who know him all call him Sanpi.

This man is tall, has a good drinker, and is addicted to spicy food. As a result, his face is covered with dense pimples, large or small. These are the permanent marks left by his constant fingers squeezing pimples during his college days.Sanpi was a classmate of Chen Ziyan's when he was in college. After graduation, he joined a newspaper office in the city. A few years later, he became the director of the supplement department.

Chen Ziyan sent many city notes and mood essays in Sanpi's hands.Although this kind of tofu-like short article can only get tens of dollars in manuscript fees, Sanpi never refuses the manuscripts of his old classmate. In addition, Chen Ziyan contributes more than one manuscript. You can also earn hundreds of dollars more.

Even though mosquitoes are small, they are still meat.

And Feng Shu was introduced to Chen Ziyan by Sanpi.

Xiaowen is a columnist for emotional articles, a fashion girl, good at boudoir privacy topics and other articles that wander between emotional stories and pornographic novels.Xiaowen is her pen name, and her real name is Wang Lan, a name that cannot be more vulgar.She hates people calling her by her real name, and it always reminds her of her hometown—it is a remote mountain village, where her parents face the loess all day long, and work hard on an acre of land, but at the end of the year , Except for pesticides and artificial labor, there is nothing left.

Xiaowen hated that place very much, so she studied hard since she was a child, and finally got admitted to a big city to go to university.Since she came out, she never went back.After earning money, she will send money to her family every month, but she is unwilling to take her parents to the city to play.She worried that her rustic parents would embarrass her and affect her fashionable girl image.

For her, the mountain village in her hometown is a nightmare deep in her memory—yes, she must forget that nightmare.

Sanpi and Xiaowen are both Chen Ziyan's trustworthy friends, and he sent the outline and the first section of the article he just finished to these two people.

There are gossip that Xiaowen is Feng Shu's rumored girlfriend, but the two of them have never admitted this.

Of course, they didn't deny it either.

Ambiguity is popular in this world.

Anyway, when Chen Ziyan, Sanpi, Feng Shu and Xiaowen got together to play mahjong, the couple kept saying provocative and explicit code words, and the cards were handed back and forth to each other.

These four people are just a group of mahjong players who are used to playing.Every weekend, they would get together and play all night.So after dawn, Chen Ziyan informed Sanpi and Xiaowen that there was an event at night, and they could watch the European Champions Cup final while playing cards, and the two immediately agreed to come on time.

Chen Ziyan caught up on his sleep all morning, and when he woke up in the afternoon, he hurriedly called Feng Shu to remind him not to forget about the evening appointment.However, Feng Shu's cell phone was turned off, and no matter how he tried to make calls, he couldn't get through.Maybe his phone was out of battery, so Chen Ziyan had no choice but to make such a guess.

But when Chen Ziyan called Feng Shu's work unit, he heard from Feng Shu's colleagues that he had called for sick leave today, did not go to work at all, and no one answered the phone at home.Who knows what this guy is up to?Is it to recharge your batteries to stay up late watching the football game, or even turn off your mobile phone and unplug the phone line at home?

Chen Ziyan had no choice but to send a few short messages to Feng Shu, hoping that he could see it when he turned on the phone.

But he was still a little worried, afraid that Feng Shu would let him go at the party at night, so he felt uneasy all day long.After getting up in the afternoon, Tang Yifei had already left home to go to work. He stayed at home alone, turned on the computer and clicked on the Word document, but he couldn't calm down and couldn't concentrate on writing.

Finally, when it was five o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Ziyan called Feng Shu again, but no one answered.So he had no choice but to send a text message to Tang Yifei, saying that he was going out and that Tang Yifei could handle the dinner by himself.

When I went out, the weather outside the house was fine.Although it was only early summer, the girls on the street had already changed into skirts one after another. Looking at these coolly dressed girls, Chen Ziyan's mood became much better.

At six o'clock sharp, Chen Ziyan arrived at the tea house called "Real Madrid Star" on time.You can tell from the name that this is a teahouse for fans, and the owner must be a die-hard Real Madrid fan.It's a pity that this season, Real Madrid "empty all four" and failed to win a championship. Presumably the boss must be very disappointed.

Although the game didn't start until 45:[-] in the morning, fans in twos and threes were already sitting in the teahouse lobby at this time.After a while, Sanpi and Xiaowen came here dressed well.The fan tea house also had food service. They were eating while waiting for Feng Shu, but Feng Shu still didn't come until they were full.

When I called Feng Shu, the phone was always turned off.

Chen Ziyan felt a little uneasy. After all, he invited Feng Shu to play the game today. If Feng Shu let go, Sanpi and Xiaowen would not only curse Feng Shu, but also blame him.

At seven o'clock, Xiaowen finally couldn't help but patted the table and asked, "Is Feng Shu coming?"

Chen Ziyan shook his head helplessly, and said, "Who knows, his phone is always turned off, so we can't reach him at all."

Sanpi drooped his eyes, squeezed the abscess on his face, and said listlessly: "Damn, are you still playing today? If there is no card to play, I will go home and watch the game."

"How can there be any atmosphere watching football at home? A few of our friends watched it together, and the applause was much more energetic." Chen Ziyan said with a smile.

But Sanpi shrugged his shoulders and said: "At home, I can lie on the bed and watch it. When I feel sleepy, I can press the remote control immediately and close my eyes to sleep. Watching it in the private room It’s not so comfortable anymore, and I have to take a taxi home after watching... Sigh, if Feng Shu is here, I can still play mahjong, my ability to stay up late playing mahjong is much better than staying up late watching football.”

Xiaowen tentatively asked: "Perhaps Feng Shu was delayed because of work? This is how editors work. Sanpi, you are an editor yourself, don't you often miss appointments because of work?"

"Hey, other people don't know Feng Shu, don't we know him? I'm an editor of a newspaper office, and I have to typeset overnight. And Feng Shu is an editor of a publishing house, so how can there be so many night shifts? If I'm not wrong, According to his personality, he must have invited young literary women to his home in the name of discussing manuscripts, and then the focus of the discussion shifted from the study to the bedroom." Sanpi couldn't help but let out a wretched laugh .He was outspoken, obviously forgetting that Xiaowen and Feng Shu were a couple in the rumors in the Jianghu.

Xiaowen also laughed. She didn't seem to take Feng Shu's rumored boyfriend very seriously. It seems that the rumors in the world are not so accurate.After stopping laughing, Xiaowen stroked her bleached orange hair, turned her head and asked Chen Ziyan: "It's not a solution to always be like this. How about I call a friend to help?"

Chen Ziyan pressed the cigarette butt between his fingers into the ashtray, pondered for a while, and said, "Okay, that's it, you call someone to play first. If Feng Shu comes, we will play a relay game. Take a break."

Xiaowen took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

Half an hour later, a fair-skinned young man in his 20s sat across from them.

This young man is named Mo Feng, well dressed, with long, smooth hair, and has the temperament of an artist.If you sniff it carefully, you can still smell a faint scent of men's perfume exuding from him, which is very elegant.

Xiaowen said that Mo Feng is her friend, an excellent photographer, and good at makeup.Mo Feng set up a wedding photography studio to undertake wedding photography business online. It is famous for its exquisite ideas and cheap fees, and the business is still very good.

Xiaowen smiled and said to Chen Ziyan: "When you and Tang Yifei get married, you can ask Mo Feng to take a set of wedding photography for you. Mo Feng's taste and photography style are very unique, and the photos you take will definitely satisfy you .However, you have to make an appointment early, Mo Feng's schedule has already been scheduled for a few months."

I don't know if Xiaowen's introduction was exaggerated. When he heard this, a shy smile appeared on Mo Feng's face.

"Is there a discount?" Chen Ziyan asked curiously.

"Of course! You are Xiaowen's friends. Not only will I give you a discount, but I will also give you a gift. I will give you a crystal photo frame and an exquisite couple's T-shirt." Mo Feng replied politely.

"That's really good!" Chen Ziyan's mood immediately improved.

Sanpi also interjected and asked, "Mo Feng, where did you go to university? Is it the Academy of Fine Arts? You majored in photography?"

Mo Feng's expression changed slightly, and he replied: "When I was studying at the Academy of Fine Arts, I majored in sculpture. Unfortunately, once I graduate from this major, it is equivalent to being unemployed, so I simply became a photographer." He paused, and then He added, "Don't worry, my photography skills are better than sculpture skills. I once won an award in the city's Photography Biennale."

"Oh, amazing, amazing!" Chen Ziyan praised, "In the future, I may often involve some art-related subjects in my writing, please leave me a phone number, and I will ask you if I have any questions."

"No problem!" Mo Feng smiled shyly again, and politely handed the business cards to Chen Ziyan and Sanpi.

During the exchange of pleasantries, the four of them walked into the private room of the teahouse.As soon as they saw the automatic mahjong machine, even if they were not familiar with Mo Feng, they naturally had a common language.Mo Feng's cards are quite good, he is neither arrogant nor impetuous, he says he's embarrassed when he wins, and smiles lightly when he loses, and starts a new hand again.After a while, this frail man with a fair complexion won Chen Ziyan's favor.

Not to mention, Mo Feng was lucky and became the big winner of the night.Xiaowen won a little bit, while Chen Ziyan and Sanpi became rich boy.

When it was close to midnight, Chen Ziyan turned on the 29-inch large color TV in the private room, and the warm-up for the European Champions Cup final had already started on the sports program.At this moment, he heard the phone beeping beeping, indicating that he had received a short message.

This short message was actually sent by Feng Shu, only a few words: "Are you still in the teahouse?"

(End of this chapter)