[Gu Long], [Lu Xun], [The Three-Body Problem], [Hitchcock]

Only the following will pop up:

Research on Ancient Dragon Fossils

"The Reckless Velociraptor"

Senior High School Physical Education

Captain Kirk of Hitchcock Casino

A sense of absurdity and dread enveloped him.

Undeterred, he continued his search.

Those legendary suspense masters from a bygone era, those bizarre and fantastical science fiction myths, those horror movies that keep you up at night...

The search results were blank.

Lin Que's breathing gradually quickened, and his fingers even trembled slightly.

This is no coincidence; it is a massive, unbelievable void!

This world...

It has a technologically advanced exterior, but its inner culture is a barren wasteland.

He put down his phone, his heart pounding.

Terror? Or ecstasy?

He couldn't tell the difference.

He began to laugh softly, his chest heaving violently.

The Silent Witness is gone.

The ending that belonged to Lin Que at the age of twenty-seven can never be returned to.

But a world without horror stories...

A blank stage, open to his complete creation, was laid bare before him!

What a blessing this is!

"Hello!"

Wu Di whispered a reminder from the side.

"What are you doing, Brother Que!"

"He just woke up and was playing on his phone, and now he's laughing weirdly. I hope Old Shen doesn't scare him to death..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Whoosh—"

A white arc swept across half the classroom, striking Wu Di squarely on the forehead.

It was half a piece of chalk that Shen Qingqiu had thrown out.

"Ouch!!"

Wu Di covered his head, looking aggrieved.

"No whispering in class, go outside and say what you need to say!"

Shen Qingqiu withdrew her gaze, turned around, and wrote two beautiful chalk characters on the blackboard.

【fear】

She turned around, adjusted her glasses, and spoke in an academic tone:

Fear is one of the most primal human emotions.

"From a biological perspective, it is a stress response of the amygdala in response to danger signals, and it is a protective mechanism."

She glanced around the classroom to make sure no one was sleeping or whispering before continuing her lecture:

"But as civilization progresses, this excessive stress response can sometimes become an obstacle for us."

...

"This composition class is about writing a narrative essay of no less than 800 words on the topic of fear."

"This article will be submitted directly as an entry in the city's essay competition, so make sure you write it carefully!"

After class, the class representative should collect all the papers and hand them in to my office!

"Class monitor, please maintain discipline, especially those who like to sleep or whisper to each other."

Shen Qingqiu glanced at Lin Que and Wu Di, packed up her lesson plan, and left gracefully.

As soon as she left, the whole class collapsed, filled with sighs and lamentations.

Writing essays is always a nightmare during student years.

Only Lin Que unconsciously tapped his fingertips on the rough wooden desk.

fear?

The blank page he had just searched flashed through his mind, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

This is a world that extremely reveres science and regards all supernatural and bizarre phenomena as spiritual opium.

Legends about "ghosts" have long been swept into the dustbin of history.

You don't even know what a ghost is.

How could they possibly understand what true fear is?

In his previous life, he was a top screenwriter with an astonishingly high readership.

The various terrifying materials stored in his mind are enough to reshape the world's values.

Since you lack imagination.

Since this soil for imagination is so barren.

Then I don't mind giving you a little bit of Lin's shock.

Thinking of this, Lin Que's fingertips unconsciously tapped on the desk.

So, what should we write?

Countless bizarre fragments surged through Lin Que's mind.

"Ghost Blows Out the Light"? The structure is too grand.

"Ju-on"? The atmosphere buildup was too long.

final.

A simple, everyday folk tale, yet one that strikes deep into the soul, has been captured in time.

True fear is never a distant disaster, but the upheaval of the everyday.

This story doesn't need a complicated background or gory scenes.

All you need is a mirror and a bed.

Back to Back

This is it!

Lin Que picked up his pen, almost without thinking.

"Late at night, the lights in the rented room flickered on and off."

Xiaomei always felt like there was someone else in the room. But every time she turned around, there was nothing behind her.

"In search of security, she began to sleep close to the wall, the cold wall being her only support."

"Until one day, I woke up in the middle of the night."

"She looked at the full-length mirror across the room by the pale moonlight streaming through the window."

"In the mirror, a woman in red was silently lying on her back, her cheek pressed tightly against the back of her neck."

"Back to back with her..."

...