Chapter 419

Meng Dongye sits beside a big bed, and the apple notebook is placed in front of him. The vivid pen is hung on the wall facing the notebook with a red rope.

He was typing there, but there were three expressionless men standing next to him. They all looked young and stared at the pen!

There is a man lying on Meng Dongye's back, hands against his hands, four hands on the keyboard, making a crackling sound.

The three men touch the pen from time to time. Meng Dongye can't see the lonely spirits. But every time he shakes the pen, he swears.

"Go away, don't take it! It's mine! "

I finally understand the function of the living and beautiful pen. It does not provide inspiration itself, but the ghost killed by it will write for the current master.

I went over to see that Meng Dongye was writing a new play. Although it was very fast, it was full of mistakes and couldn't be read at all.

And now he looks very terrible. He used to have a gentle beard, but now he is only skinny. His eyes are sunken. He has big black eyes. I don't know how long he hasn't slept. His mouth is drooling. My hair is bald and white. I remember seeing him last time with thick black hair.

He was totally immersed in his creation, even when I walked in front of him, I couldn't feel his hand shaking in front of his eyes.

I silently read a few words of the Tao Te Ching. All of a sudden, the four ghosts disappeared into the wall. These things are generally weak in the daytime.

After the ghost disappeared, Meng Dongye's typing speed suddenly slowed down. I called out to him, "Mr. Meng?"

"Ah?" He looked up, his eyes glazed, his face confused: "how did you get in?"

"Didn't you just talk to us in the answering machine?"

"Yes, yes, look at my brain." He saved the document, stood up and stretched: "sitting too long, his waist is sore."

The computer table is full of cigarette butts and empty drink bottles. There are several drink bottles under the computer table, which are full of yellow urine. It's really tough. He won't waste a few seconds to go to the toilet.

Mengdong wild camel went to the living room with his back to make tea for us. When he grabbed the tea from the iron box, his hands were shaking all the time. As a result, a box of tea was scattered on the table and a water cup was knocked over. He looked around for a rag to clean up. He was as dull as an old man. Yin Xinyue hurriedly went to help him sit down and said, "Miss Meng, don't be busy. I'll clean up."

"Not well received, not well received." He sat down stiffly: "Mr. Zhang, you are so useful. I feel that my creative state is back to its peak!"

It's called peak period. If we come a few days later, we may be able to collect his body directly.

My heart a burst of acid, a good person was tortured into this way, half of my responsibility.

"Screenwriter Meng, your script has been handed in. Let's stop. I'm worried about your health." I said.

"No, I think I can write it. I'm writing a fantasy play. I have great expectations for it. I've shown a sample chapter to a big director. He plans to buy it at the price of 20 million episodes! You just don't know how magical this is. I only wrote spy war drama and Qing palace drama before. Now I can even write fantasy drama. When I put my hand on the keyboard, it's like I move. What's in my mind, there will be a picture in front of me, just like the real one. It's amazing! " Meng Dongye said excitedly.

It's not about him at all, it's about the dead ghost.

"Do you know what you are like now?" I had a wry smile.

Meng Dongye touched his cheek and said, "it's too hard to stay up late. It may be a little haggard, but it doesn't matter. I'll have a rest after writing this play."

I asked Pockmarked Li to bring a mirror to take a look at Meng Dongye. He couldn't believe rubbing his eyes and said in surprise, "is this what I am like now?"

"What do you think? You're half in the coffin now. It's too late to stop! " Pockmarked Li.

"What should I do? Boss Zhang, you must help me. " Meng Dongye looked at himself in fear and said.

"Don't worry. I'm here to be on the safe side. I'm far away from the computer from now on. After dark, I'll find a way to get rid of these ghosts in your house. " I said.

"There are ghosts in my family?" Meng Dongye suddenly realized: "how can I feel strange? I always feel that someone is at home. What is the origin of these ghosts?"

I took out my mobile phone to search for several names. Four writers were all tortured to death by this. One was an Internet writer who wrote fantasy, one was an Internet writer who wrote science fiction, one was an entity writer who wrote romance, and the other was an entity writer who wrote reasoning novels.

There are only a few reports about them on the Internet, only saying that they are under too much pressure to commit suicide. By the way, they have written works.

Nowadays, the public doesn't care about writers. A star wearing a wrong pair of pants is more exposed than a writer's death.But one thing I care about is that these four people died in a "dense" way. The first two died in March, "the longest article I wrote was the review book in middle school..." I smiled.

"What review? Did you lift the girl's skirt, or did you bully your classmates? " Yin Xinyue is interested.

"How can this black history tell you." I said cunningly.

"Say it, say it!"

Yin Xinyue pesters me. I said she didn't eat at noon. She said she didn't eat either, so she went down to buy some boxed rice or something.

After Yin Xinyue left, I tried to put my hands on the keyboard and stared at the fancy pen. Suddenly, my head was buzzing, and my fingers were clacking on the keyboard. I quickly recited the Tao Te Ching and kept my mind steady. The fingers stopped. There was a thick cold sweat on my back.

When I look at the screen, all the screens are full of hits: "help us What a pain Let's go out The pit hasn't been filled Please... "

Are the four dead writers asking me for help?