What does the businessman want to do with the novelist? Is he also trying to experience the plot of a horror novel? That guy is not interested in anything but profit, so he must have a reason for doing so.

Lin Mo was not in a hurry.

He has already arranged his own ghost spy in the businessman's shadow, and Lin Mo can sense the other party's position at any time, but this is the only way for the time being.

Meeting the novelist is a must.

The three most famous patients in Ward 4 are the Novelist, God and the Wise Man. Now only the Novelist may really exist, and the other two patients are most likely not to exist.

In that case, I must definitely contact the novelist.

After more than ten minutes, it was my turn.

This house is bigger than Lin Mo imagined.

Very special.

What's special is the light inside.

Very dark.

It was so dark that all I could see was a tattered table and a person lying on the table, writing furiously.

There was a candle on the table, as thick as an arm.

The light of the candle can only affect the area within two meters around the table. The area beyond that is completely in darkness. So Lin Mo can't see how big the room is actually. He just feels that the room is very big.

Obviously this house is not ordinary.

The whole house was enveloped by a powerful spiritual force.

Lin Mo has seen so many mental patients, but the mental power in this room is the strongest, so strong that it can distort the surrounding environment.

“Interesting!”

My mother said this.

But it was said through Lin Mo's mouth.

The person behind the desk writing something with a pen should be the novelist.

The other person had messy hair and wore glasses as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle. He seemed to be troubled by something.

"Which story do you want to be in and what role do you want to play? Tell me yourself and let me know when you've decided."

The novelist didn't even look up.

I guess he is thinking of a new story.

The patient outside had already told Lin Mo about the rules of the novelist's house, so Lin Mo knew that the most taboo thing here was to talk nonsense.

The key is to get straight to the point and say what kind of "experience" you want.

Just say it and the novelist will arrange it.

Lin Mo had already thought of what to say.

"This is the room. Let me play you and be a novelist, okay?"

If you want to understand a person, you should be on his turf and learn how he speaks and acts.

Lin Mo plans to do this now.

Lin Mo didn't care whether anyone had made this request before. He had made it anyway to see if this novelist could help him achieve his wish.

The novelist, who had been thinking about the plot, stopped writing when he heard this request and looked up at Lin Mo.

"Okay, close your eyes."

The novelist said.

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

"Open your eyes!"

A voice came, seemingly from far away.

When he opened his eyes again, Lin Mo found himself sitting on a chair. In front of him was the table in the novel, on which were papers and pens, as well as a candle as thick as an arm.

The candlelight could only illuminate the table and the area less than two meters around it. Outside, it was pitch black.

Lin Mo has a good memory.

He glanced at the table.

It was basically the same as the one he had seen on the novelist's desk before, but there was one more thing.

Several pages filled with words.

Lin Mo picked it up and read.

"…I am a horror writer. I am currently conceiving a horror novel about a mental hospital, but I have hit a bottleneck. My mind is completely blank as to how to proceed. Creation is like a cookie box. Sometimes it is full, and sometimes it is empty…"

"...Tonight I was thinking about the plot as usual, but soon, I found that there seemed to be something terrifying peeking at me in the darkness... I felt terrified, because I was sure that there was indeed a terrifying thing in the darkness, and it was approaching me..."

That’s about it.

Lin Mo understood that these few pages of paper were the "script" and what he was about to experience.

Now, Lin Mo’s role is that of a novelist.

"I don't know if this is made up or if it really happened. If it really happened, it would be interesting."

Lin Mo muttered.

He would not be so foolish as to follow the 'script'.

He never does things by the rules.

His motto is to go off the beaten path.

After all, he wasn't really here to experience this kind of plot.

Lin Mo reached out and touched his lower back, pulled out the brick, shook it, and flames came out, but the strange thing was that the flame on the brick seemed to be suppressed and the light source could not be released at all.

In other words, fire is fire, but the light cannot be emitted.

"Is it possible?"

Lin Mo was surprised.

Then his eyes moved to the candle on the table that was as thick as an arm.

A moment later, Lin Mo was already holding the broken candle and began to explore the room.

Due to some powerful rules, no light source can illuminate this room, so the people participating in this horror novel are basically restricted to around this table.

And in the darkness, there really are scary monsters.

Because the plot on the table makes it very clear.

If the plot says it happens, then it must happen. No matter how weird or unbelievable it is, it will still happen.

That's the power of horror novels.

This was Lin Mo's second time experiencing a horror novel, so he was well aware of the power of this kind.

Since the rules of the novel do not allow the existence of other light sources, then we can only get rid of this only light source.

Lin Mo had thought it through just now.

If he couldn't cut off the candle, he planned to carry the table and explore.

After all, the novel doesn’t say that you can’t carry a table around.

Lin Mo’s previous request to the novelist was to be in your house.

This is the premise.

Now it seems that the novelist is indeed very particular and this is indeed his house.

Because Lin Mo found two rows of bookcases in the back. There seemed to be something horrible hidden on the black wooden bookcases. Under the candlelight, there seemed to be a monster lying on top of the bookshelf.

Lin Mo ignored the monster.

Anyway, he was holding a knife and would chop anyone who came over.

Afraid? What a joke, Lin Mo didn't even know what fear was.

If you have to be afraid, it's the other party that's afraid.

There are all kinds of manuscripts on the bookcase.

And they have been categorized.

Lin Mo took a look by candlelight and found a row of books with the words "Ward 1" marked underneath.

"Ward One?"

Lin Mo didn't expect to see things about the First Ward in the novelist's house, and it seemed that the novelist had created quite a few stories about the First Ward.

Pick up a manuscript and look through it.

In an instant, Lin Mo's pupils shrank.

At the same time, a ghost face appeared from the gap between books on the opposite side of the bookshelf.

The other party was looking at Lin Mo.

It turned out that Lin Mo was just like he didn't see it.

The ghost face then reached out and grabbed Lin Mo's ankle.

Caught it.

Logically, the other party would jump up in fright.

But Lin Mo was terrifyingly calm. The next moment, he raised his knife and chopped off the ghost's hand with a click.

"Are you sick? Please don't bother me while I'm studying."

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