Jian Jing was discharged from the hospital the afternoon of the second day after the accident.
She was almost fully recovered, and she really didn't want to stay in the hospital for another day. Kang Mucheng came to pick her up and asked about what happened last night.
"I received a call from the hospital this morning and learned about your 'great achievements' yesterday." Kang Mucheng said, "If the hospital hadn't asked for a low-key approach, I would have planned to find a reporter to do an interview and get some publicity for you to sell books." Jian
Jing held her forehead and said, "Don't be so weird. I don't want to be a hero. If it's your turn, why don't you do it?"
Kang Mucheng didn't really blame her, but he was afraid that she would be so depressed that she would deliberately seek death, so he tested her. Hearing this, she breathed a sigh of relief and her shoulders relaxed: "Why don't you stay in the hospital for two more days? The hospital has waived all your expenses, why are you in a hurry to be discharged?"
"Psychological shadow." She said honestly.
Kang Mucheng was silent.
Jian Jing lowered the car window, let in some fresh air, and took a look at what this parallel world looked like.
To be honest, the difference between the two worlds is minimal, the level of technological development is similar, and people's lifestyles are no different. The biggest difference might be the stars on the billboards, many of whom she didn't recognize.
Also, the physical bookstores did not go out of business, but instead opened stores in several places with a lot of traffic, with new trailers displayed outside the stores.
She even saw her own name. Banners like "
The new work of beautiful girl writer Jian Jing, "The Devil Doctor" in the human world, is good or evil, a matter of a thought"
are really embarrassing to read.
"It seems that you have really changed this time." Kang Mucheng spoke abruptly.
Jian Jing remained calm: "What do you mean?"
"In the past, you would have asked me about the sales volume in the past two days." Kang Mucheng smiled faintly, "You didn't ask once today."
Jian Jing said: "I forgot."
"You should forget it after you finish writing it." Kang Mucheng nodded slightly, "Whether it can be sold or not, it actually has nothing to do with you. If you write with the intention of selling well, the work will definitely not be very good."
Jian Jing asked curiously: "Why?"
"Writing is the author's self-confession and spiritual confession. It is something that is absolutely personal. Giving up one's own will to get close to the readers will always be a layer away." Kang Mucheng said meaningfully, "Excellent works are a confession of soul to soul, and also a game process. You can only win praise if you convince them."
Jian Jing couldn't help but be amazed: "I thought that the market's taste is very important to you."
"Some publishing houses just want to make money, and they don't mind flattering their readers. For example, Morning Star. The books they have published in the past two years have been very popular, including romance queens, sweet works, and novels that every girl should read. I do not deny their turnover, but it is a pity that making products and making brands are not the same."
Kang Mucheng's tone could not hide his contempt for the enemy: "Making products must please consumers and meet their needs, but making a brand is to guide consumers and make you become their needs."
He looked at it. Jian Jing smiled slightly: "As you can see, for several consecutive years, "Golden Crow Annual Book List" has become the list of books to buy for many readers. Will they read "Morning Star Book List"? No, never." Jian
Jing couldn't help laughing: "I understand."
"Understand what?"
"You are very ambitious." She said.
"Isn't it emotion?" Kang Mucheng raised his eyebrows.
Jian Jing said, "My intuition tells me otherwise."
"A writer's intuition..." He patted the steering wheel lightly and smiled, "Very accurate."
The air suddenly became relaxed and pleasant.
Kang Mucheng took the initiative to talk about the work arrangements: "The sales channels for "The Devil Doctor" have all been opened, and the publicity has also been followed up. After your news is over, I will arrange a book club for you. You should have a good rest these two days and adjust your state."
"Does my admission to the hospital have a bad impact?" she asked.
"It's hard to say." Kang Mucheng said lightly, "The publishing house has issued a notice. You didn't commit suicide because you couldn't stand the criticism. Jingjing, remember, readers don't like such fragile authors, they like those with personality. It was an accident caused by the method of "Devil Doctor". "
Jian Jing: "..."
"Now there are already many readers who are interested in "Devil Doctor". Kang Mucheng glanced at her, "Morning Star will definitely find someone to accuse you of hype. Don't accept interviews with reporters. Do you understand?"
"Understood." She promised.
The publishing industry in this world is too mature. Under the huge commercial interests, the water has become very deep. The author is just a link in the industrial chain and cannot be immune.
"Good girl."
Kang Mucheng's schedule was very tight. After sending Jian Jing to the gate of the community, he hurried to a meeting.
This also gave Jian Jing time to get familiar with the environment. The community where she lived was very high-end. The security guards were young and handsome. They all wore black uniforms and had a German Shepherd. When they saw her, they would come over and rub their legs.
"Miss Jian, did you just come back?" The security guard greeted with a smile, "Knight will rush over when he sees you, and even La can't stop him."
"Yeah." Jian Jing was not surprised that she had a good relationship with the property management. Girls living alone are always very careful. "Knight, do you miss me?"
The German Shepherd called Knight and wagged its tail wildly.
Jian Jing stroked it several times before saying goodbye to the patrolling security team and going upstairs to go home.
She lived on the 18th floor, with two households per floor and a duplex structure.
The ground floor is the dining room, living room, kitchen, bathroom and a second bedroom, and the second floor is the master bedroom suite and study, with an area of about 200 square meters, which is not large, but more than enough for one person to live in.
The most important thing is that the house was bought in full.
The first thing Jian Jing did after returning home was to check her various documents, passbooks and bank cards. Consistent with the situation in her memory, in addition to the house she lived in, the real estate also had a small apartment for rent, with a monthly rent of about 6,000 as pocket money.
Most of the deposits are managed by a dedicated fund manager, who is Kang Mucheng's classmate and can earn her 500,000 or 600,000 yuan every year.
I must say it again, writers in this world are really rich!
Jian Jing is not a real best-selling author, but she has no worries about food and clothing, not to mention other famous writers. It is normal for her to live in a villa and drive a sports car.
She was happy for less than three minutes, and the doubts she had before came to her mind again: With such living conditions, why did the system say that she was unable to take care of herself?
I don't understand.
Then, she checked the bedroom and bathroom to make sure there was no one intimate with them.
Regardless of whether they had a legitimate relationship or not, there was no one.
The next one was the study.
In the glass cabinet next to the bookcase, there were cigarettes, alcohol, and a coffee machine.
Nicotine, alcohol, caffeine, all of them were present.
It seemed that writers were under a lot of pressure.
Jian Jing threw away the cigarettes, as smoking was harmful to health and she couldn't touch them anymore, but alcohol and coffee machines were fine.
She made a cup of espresso, picked up the brand new "Devil Doctor", sat by the window, drank it, and flipped through the pages of this new work. The
protagonist is a young doctor in a big city. He goes to work and sees patients every day, and his life is no different from that of ordinary people. However, he is not a human being, but a monster that is neither human nor ghost.
He has no heart.
Every month he must eat a piece of heart dirt, otherwise he will become weaker and fall into a deep sleep. But it can't be just anyone's heart, it must be the heart of an evil person. If he eats a kind heart, it is equivalent to swallowing a poison, which will make him live a life worse than death.
For this reason, the doctor became a hunter walking in the dark, killing the poor and vicious evil people.
He saves people during the day and kills people at night.
When he catches the evil people, he puts them to death.
I have to say that this setting is a bit old-fashioned. There are too many similar inhuman protagonists, and readers have already developed aesthetic fatigue. But it is definitely not boring.
The story has unique highlights.
First of all, the character of the male protagonist. He did not kill for justice, which is completely different from the general murderers who think they are doing justice for the heavens. He does not care about good or evil, he is forced to do it.
And the reason why he became a doctor is not to save people. In his eyes, repairing people's bodies is just like repairing a beautiful doll, which is an art.
Secondly, because the male protagonist does not care about good or evil, he cannot judge good or evil.
In the second story, the male protagonist killed a woman in red who committed murder on a rainy night, thinking that she was a murderer. Who knew that after swallowing her heart, his body was like burning, and he was in agony.
The woman had a kind heart. She killed people not because of evil, but to avenge her sister.
The story is told in the third person, but it is all from the protagonist's perspective. The reader can only follow the protagonist's perspective, and guessing the goodness or evilness of the "prey" through clues has become a very interesting game.
What you see may not be true.
The so-called evil may be good, and the so-called good may be evil.
Jian Jing said conscientiously that she thought "her" novel was well written.
The idiot who scolded her for being out of ideas, told him to get out and write it herself.
She drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, breathed a sigh of relief, and went to bed.
The mattress was moderately soft and hard, and the pillow was of the right height. Jian Jing fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. She only heard a few sharp sirens in her dream, but they soon faded away. She turned over and fell asleep again.
The next day, the weather was fine and clear.
After washing up, Jian Jing opened the curtains and suddenly found a large area of water outside the building. There were black marks on the stairs across the street. Many people were standing downstairs, pointing and talking.
Based on her years of experience watching, she knew something must have happened. She
turned on her phone and found that the property group had reported the incident: [Dear owners, at around 1:30 this morning, a fire broke out in Room 1302, Building 5. The fire department arrived in time to put out the fire and no casualties were caused.]
Sliding down, someone asked about the cause of the fire.
[15-1401: I heard that someone set the fire...]
[09-0801: Is this true? Why set the fire? ]
[05-1002: Really, I was scared to death yesterday, and then the police came]
[16-0802: I heard from my cousin at the police station that he offended someone, and they came here specifically for revenge]
Jian Jing: [Subway grandpa looks at his phone.JPG]
Going to someone's house to set fire? What a big grudge. She shook her head in her heart, but didn't take it to heart, and opened the news push.
"XX's new album is online, and the number of views in 12 hours has exceeded 100 million"
"The police issued a wanted order, the jewelry store robber XXX and others are on the run, and the reward is 50,000 yuan"
"An explosion occurred in an abandoned factory, 7 students were trapped, and the fire department is urgently rescuing them"
Jian Jing stared at the news headlines for a while, and always felt that something was wrong.
Is this an information haunted house? I don't seem to have seen so many... uh, dangerous news before.
The suicide after rebirth is just a death by itself, and there was a knife murder in the hospital, and on the first day back home, someone deliberately set fire to the building next door... She shuddered, and her hair stood on end.