Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

"Qin Jiang has something to go abroad, and I am the acting editor who urged her to write on her behalf, Lin Huai." Lin Huai said.

The other party obviously has not woken up from the chaotic sleep. He sat up and stared at Lin Huai's face for a long while, the emptiness and concentration in his eyes made Lin Huai a little horrified. Finally, he made a "hmm" and said, "Oh, it's you..."

After speaking, he stood up and went to find the manuscript buried deep in the computer. Under the action of the computer screen light, his facial features were finally clearly visible.

Tianshu's appearance was quite beyond Lin Huai's expectations. Different from the "shaggy beard, white coat, dark and sloppy eyes" that he had outlined in his mind before, Tianshu was actually quite handsome, and could even be said to be a quiet and beautiful man. His facial features were somewhat sharp and sharp, and when he squinted to look at the screen, the end of his eyes lifted up, and his temperament was casual and inattentive.

But what he can call his outstanding appearance is not the reason why Lin Huai stared at him for a long time... He stared at this person only because—

'I always feel like I've seen this person before...' He touched his chin and thought, 'Where have you seen him? Why am I not impressed at all? ’

"Have I seen you somewhere?" Lin Huai asked, "I don't know why, but I always feel like I've seen you somewhere."

"Lu Xun said it." After hearing Lin Huai's question, the other party said without turning back, "Handsome people are often similar, and ugly people are strange. You will think that I have a good face, which is a normal thing. , the manuscript is here, do you want to read it first?"

"Did Lu Xun say that..." Lin Huaixu raised his eyes and leaned over to the computer.

I saw the file that was just copied into the U disk lying quietly, and its title was "Song of the Murderer".

Click on the file, and what appears on the screen is a short prologue first.

'I decided to murder someone. ’

'A former man. ’

'He died three years ago. ’

Lin Huai held the mouse and slid the document down. What was presented to him was a first-person novel about a man determined to murder a ghost and had various conjectures about the formation mechanism of the ghost.

Tianshu's writing is quite succinct and old-fashioned, without any superfluous adjectives, but between the lines there is a cold air without any sense of compassion. The protagonist's ex-boyfriend died three years ago. Three years later, the protagonist, who wants to marry his new boyfriend, finds traces of his ex-boyfriend's reappearance in his life. The extra advertisements in the letterbox, the water droplets on the dining table, the hand-painted sunflowers on the glass mist... all show the protagonist the fact that the ex-boyfriend who died in an accident is back and will drag the protagonist to hell.

The whole story is about the protagonist calmly considering the possibility of killing his ex-boyfriend. From the mechanism of his becoming a Specter, to the constant adjustments and attempts to kill Specter... In the end, the protagonist succeeded.

This story should have a happy ending, but in the end, after marrying her current boyfriend for seven years, the protagonist saw the sunflower painted on the glass in a foggy winter... Lin Huai endured goosebumps After reading this novel, I finally felt a little relieved when I saw the ending.

Tianshu brought him a bottle of coconut milk while he was reading the novel. While Lin Huai was inhaling, he heard Tianshu ask him his thoughts: "What do you think of this?"

Lin Huai thought for a while, and said sincerely, "It's too scary, too real, and causes discomfort."

"... This is the first time someone has given me this evaluation..." the other party said, "Is the ending scary?"

"No," Lin Huai took a sip of coconut milk, "I saw that someone was going to do everything possible to kill a poor Specter, and they used so many effective methods, watching that Specter finally escape from death... Really horrible."

It's like a group of people getting together to watch Taoist priests fight monsters. When others saw the evil big monster being crushed by the Taoist priest, they would laugh "hahaha", but Lin Huai would substitute himself for the monster, and shivered when he saw the death of the same kind.

This also illustrates a phenomenon - a horror thriller in the usual sense is a horror movie for Yu Lin Huai. Horror movies in the usual sense (such as Sadako being beaten by a Chinese Taoist priest) are true horror movies for Lin Huai.

At the same time, ordinary horror movies will make Lin Huai sneer too much because their ideas are too hysterical and cannot achieve the effect of scaring. For example, when Sadako crawled out of the TV, the muscle man shouted "theworld!" to pause the time, and then shouted "Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da" to beat her into small pancakes and other too grassy plots. But the most terrifying thing about this novel in front of me is the feasibility of it.

People will die if they are killed, and ghosts will die if they are killed like this...

"...It's the first time I've met someone who reads novels from the perspective of a ghost." Tianshu was a little surprised.

"Because it's really too scary, haven't your readers complained about you? What **** violence, what doesn't conform to the core values ​​of socialism, etc..." Lin Huai felt as if he had read an article to the penultimate chapter, but Like a tanmei reader who saw that Gong had been raped before and gave birth to a child, he was full of the urge to shake the author's collar.

"I have been complained about writing about people being killed before. Later, I have never written about ghosts being killed."

"...What, why do you humans have such double standards as human beings? Does Li Gui have no heart, and Li Gui is killed without pain..."

Lin Huai was even more depressed, slumped in the gaming chair and sighed: "If I were the author, I'd add a special episode of Li Gui's success at the back..."

Tianshu said coldly: "If you exceed the number of characters, you have to pay more."

Lin Huai: "...As a supernatural novelist, you are quite professional..."

Looking at the autistic appearance of the other party, Tianshu had a bit of a smile on his face, and then he showed a serious expression.

"Wrong." The other party said solemnly, "Novelist is just my second occupation. Also, I'm not a supernatural novelist, actually... I'm a science fiction writer, or, a writer of popular science books. ."

"All the novels I write come from reality. Although these realities are slightly different from reality through my superhuman eye observation and brain thinking - but I can guarantee that they are different from reality. The reality is almost indistinguishable.”

Lin Huai glanced at his novel, then glanced at him again, and said with a vacuous look: "I think novels with ghosts are no longer qualified to call themselves popular science books."

"One, novels are just a vehicle for me to pass on my knowledge better. In fact, it is really popular, but not as popular as games. So I recently tried to contact some game studios to develop scripts, Carrying out my new journey of science popularization...There is no need to talk about these. Second, why can't a novel with ghosts be a popular science novel? Ghosts are like aliens, but they are just a kind of life that we can't understand at present. In the past five thousand years, a lot of ghost-related materials have been left in the world, but few people are willing to study them. But knowledge has no boundaries, and in the near future, this new discipline will surely be in the world Leave your own footprints on it." The other party said something like a 'madman' in a rare serious tone, "Third, my real occupation is a researcher, a scientist. Writing novels, writing scripts, designing haunted house scripts... …just one of my hobbies outside of my research career, tied for second place with writing code. Of course, you can also use it as my nonsense, all of which I found out because I didn’t want to go out to work and just wanted to stay at home as a dead house Excuse."

Lin Huaixu looked at it and said, "So the books in your room... and the DVDs outside are all your research materials?"

"Yes." The other party said without shame, "I'm trying to create a new methodology for cognition of the supernatural world... But unfortunately, I haven't been able to find a real ghost that exists in reality for research. …”

'This person feels like a fool... but his eyes are inexplicably convincing. From a certain point of view, what he said was not a madman raving, but there was a certain scientific basis. ' Being stared at by Tianshu's eyes, Lin Huai's head was sweating a little, 'and the familiar feeling is getting heavier and heavier, I have definitely seen this person...'

Faces in the real world flashed in his heart, and soon, a bunch of vague faces entered his mind.

That's the face he's seen in infinite games. Due to the game's protection mechanism, after leaving the dungeon, he will lose most of the memory of the people he has seen in the game (at least the ones that completely obscure the impression of the other party), and he will return to the dungeon the next time he enters the dungeon. Totally remembered.

In addition, outside the dungeon world, players are not allowed to mention things related to the game. He once mentioned the game to Lu Jin in the dormitory, but what he said turned into another paragraph in the ear of the other party.

...and yes, people would be embarrassed, that kind of thing...

Did he see this person in the game? Such a strange thing, I have seen it in the copy...

The temples began to throb. Lin Huai asked him, "Then why do you study these?"

When he heard his question, the other party smiled softly: "I don't see any use right now. But in the future, when some things get worse, my works may be useful. Even Now...one more person who has seen my works will have a little more hope when they encounter something in the future. And..."

"I want to find an answer," he said. "I want to find an answer behind life."

In Lin Huai's heart, a vague personal choice is emerging. But the man returned to his lazy expression in the next moment, yawned and said, "For example, when you want to murder your ex-boyfriend who doesn't pay back the money and spreads pornographic photos, or wants to murder the pursuer of Stoka who is following him, maybe look at After reading my novel, there will be some inspiration..."

His tone was so casual that it even made people suspect that the serious words in the previous paragraphs were false.

Lin Huaixu looked at it and said, "I always think that's not what you meant just now... But, let's do it."

After speaking, he pulled out the USB flash drive and said, "Anyway, thank you for your cooperation. After I go back in the evening, I will send the work to my senior..."

"Editor Xiaolin, do you want to stay for dinner?" Seeing that he was going downstairs, the other party insisted, "I feel like you and I were chatting quite speculatively..."

"You're the only one talking from start to finish..."

Lin Huai opened the door while complaining. The moment he opened the door inward, a lump of orange fur fell in front of him.

The orange cat Huang Chengcheng's eyes stared at him, and the moment he saw him, he arched his back again, and made a sound of "Ouch--".

Lin Huai:  …

He took two steps back calmly, trying to make the cat retreat in spite of the difficulty by staring at him. But this time the cat seemed to have learned the lessons of the previous battle and stayed at the door without moving.

He had no choice but to tremble his voice, trying his best to remain calm: "...Your cat..."

"Why did you come here." Tianshu came over and hugged the cat away, "This cat was fostered here by the neighbors across the door. They went abroad this month and threw it over here... Are you afraid of cats?"

Lin Huaixu said, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid at all."

With that said, he still honestly moved away from the door, sat back on the sofa, and waited for Tianshu to bring the cat back to the living area on the third floor. In addition to him, sitting on the sofa was a Pikachu of equal height, looking at each other in dismay.

Speaking of which, Pikachu is also yellow, fluffy, and has two pointy ears...

Thinking like this, there was a thunderous sound in the ear, followed by a louder roar. In the thunder that was overwhelming and even wanted to make people shout "Fellow Daoist He Fang here to overcome the calamity", Lin Huai remembered a desperate news he had forgotten.

Today, it's raining heavily.

He didn't bring an umbrella.

Here, from the nearest subway station.

Three kilometers.