In the dark and simple bedroom, the sound of old keyboard tapping intermittently, and the black handwriting on the heavy display screen was lined up in line, neatly arranged on the document on white background: [... The body that was cut open with its chest leaned against the wall, the blurry shadow swayed left and right in the candlelight, the rusty door handle locked from inside, and a layer of solidified and black bloodshot was stuck, rotating wildly...]

[The intermittent crying sound came from outside the door, and then turned into a continuous loud roar. This was a wail and a mournful cry, half like terror, half like smugness. Only when the painful screams of the sinister soul who fell into hell and the cheers of the devil who was punished when he saw the sinister soul were mixed can it be comparable to this strange sound...]

The sound of keyboard typing echoed in the room, and the words that came out were filled with a mysterious and terrifying smell, as if outlining a weird world and a chilling suspense story that happened in that world.

The blue light on the display screen was cold and reflected on the deadly black glasses frame. Under the eyes frame was a pale and thin face, unshaven face that had not been taken care of for several days, and greasy and shiny hair, which made him look tired and sloppy.

Chen Chao

male

27 years old

The suspense thriller writer of physical unsalable books/the long-term online flop writer/the third-rate screenwriter of the grass-roots team studio/the plot plan of an unknown game company. (The legendary slash youth)

bite!

An unread email popped up in the writer's background!

Chen Chao stopped typing on the keyboard, and Shou Chai held the mouse and slowly clicked on the email. His whole person escaped from the typing state, his frown frowned into lumps, his expression was tense and solemn.

【Hello, Dear writer:

Sorry to notify you that your work "Kill the Author" failed to pass the signing review. The style of this work is a bit depressing and thrilling, and involves bloody violations. It is recommended that you reapply for signing review after modification, or submit it to other websites separately.

——Terminal Network? Suspense Editor Group]

"Depressed, thrilling, bloody?"

Chen Chao was surprised and his throat was a little dry: "Realistic cannot be suppressed, thriller and horror are not allowed. Even the rendering and setting of bloody scenes will be in violation of regulations. Can works that are forced to be modified according to this standard still be called suspense?"

Depressed, thrilling, bloody!

These three elements are the flesh and blood that constructs suspense!

It’s like braised pork with boiled water, which removes the fatty soup, and the preserved white strips of meat can still have a little taste left!

Chen Chao rubbed his stiff cheeks hard, and after a while he calmed down his annoyance, he clicked depressedly to delete the email, then clicked on the writer's backstage, stared at the extremely bleak work data, and was stunned.

Work title: "Kill the Author" Total word count: 173457                                                     

"It is absolutely impossible to modify!"

Chen Chao has been hanging in the category of "suspense" since his debut. He has been writing for several years and has been infatuated with love like abusive love. He loyally and persistently hangs himself firmly on this tree and dry it in the air.

Unfinished, eunuch, 404!

There are nearly a hundred suspense books in total, and dozens of vests are replaced without realizing it. However, Chen Chao is still paranoid in guarding the "suspense" grave waiting for the iron tree to bloom.

After breathing a long sigh, Chen Chao deleted the work with a cold face, canceled the pen name, registered and bound a new vest, and then swept all the discarded documents on the desktop into the recycling bin. The series of processes were operated in an orderly manner.

"All the disgraceful history must be properly buried, and every freshly baked vest cannot be stained with the stains of the past."

This is probably the basic ethics that every writer must have, especially the pride that Chen Chao always upheld, so... he quickly retrieved a pseudonym that had been reserved for backup from the pseudonym Curry stored in his mind, and quickly became a regular.

Enter the pseudonym and click to confirm - [Wolf in Sheep's Clothing], and go to work with a certificate!

Learning from the experience and lessons of the previous book, Chen Chao learned from his mistakes. He decided that the writing style of this book would need to be packaged and disguised to a certain extent. This cannot be considered as surrender, and at best it is a strategic roundabout retreat.

"So, I have to accurately rub the thriller realistic and the edge line of 404 back and forth, and it is best to twist a yangko."

"About this book will be popular!"

Chen Chao regained his confidence and waved his fist excitedly. The untightened fat man stood beside him and the water was knocked over. Black liquid was splashed on the phone, and a thin black smoke flowed out from the center of the phone screen. The faint light flashed and suddenly extinguished.

He quickly wiped his phone dry and turned it on quickly. A strange sound came from the inner shell of the phone~!

Hiss ~ Huh ~

It seemed that the breath was being squeezed and vomited out by someone's throat, suppressed and deep!

Not one, but hundreds of breaths of air-spring overlapped together, and as the mobile phone screen lighted up again, it was strangely transmitted into Chen Chao's ears.

The sound returned to normal startup sound in just a short moment. After the fingerprint was unlocked, the icons arranged on the desktop wallpaper disappeared collectively, leaving only a strange app icon occupying the center of the screen.

"The phone is broken?"

Chen Chao fiddled with his phone. If he could turn it on, it means that the hardware was fine, but all the application software he had downloaded was deleted and there was only a black and red icon hanging there on the bare desktop, which seemed particularly abrupt.

The black and red icon looks like an empty bookshelves, with rough and blurry edges on the pattern, and it also looks like a wooden door sunken inward.

The crude and rotten wooden frame was shaking, as if it would collapse and fall apart at any time.

The overall first impression is like those shoddy garbage mobile games made by game studios that lack funding.

Chen Chao found that the touch screen interface was fixed and could not be dragged or moved. The only thing that could be operated was the center icon. He subconsciously stretched out his index finger and pressed it on it.

Refers to the moment the membrane touches the icon!

The temperature of the mobile phone screen suddenly increased, and a layer of black ripples floated on the screen, as if the mobile phone screen had really melted into liquid, and unexpectedly burned a layer of skin off the index finger that was touched.

Chen Chao felt relieved and saw a layer of bloody skin sticking to the center of the screen. The spreading blood and the thin fingerprints were printed on the app icon. Looking at the index finger, the skin was torn off, and a strange mark was embedded in the bloody fingertips. It was an icon - like a bookshelves and door frames, blurring in the fingertips!

Two seconds passed.

The temperature of the phone returned to normal. Chen Chao wiped the blood fingerprints stuck to the screen with a tissue, then looked down at the index finger, which was slightly burned after the layer of the skin, and it was wrapped with a wound. He didn't care much about it.

"Did the phone leak just now? It seems that I have to repair the phone tomorrow."

Some news of the explosion of mobile phones flashed through Chen Chao's mind, and he immediately opened the phone to the corner of the table with lingering fear, making up his mind that he would not touch his phone again tonight.

Before he found the band sticker in the room, he simply disinfected his fingers with saliva and wiped them dry with a tissue. Chen Chao lay back on the bed and slowly closed his eyes. He did not notice that while he closed his eyes, the black mobile phone screen quietly vibrated, as if an invisible finger gently stroked through the mobile phone screen.

The screen lights up, fingerprints unlock, and icons that look like bookshelf and door frames float black.

The icon slowly sank inward, tearing a twisted crack from the dark and deep darkness, and countless pieces of paper were poured out, and they rolled together and sewed together into a wrinkled piece of paper. Then the crack collapsed and turned into black solidified blood. It creeped up on the white paper covered with screens, turning into crooked blood words.

[——Every abandoned manuscript is buried in a dark and desperate world; every story that is suddenly interrupted involves a body that stops beating.]

[Fear, hatred, resentment, wailing... These are all brought to us by the author, and now it is your turn to bear it!]

[Author, are you ready to relive the stories you wrote!]
Chapter completed!