In the studio, the lingering notes of classical music had vanished without a trace.
Instead,
It's the sound of a magnetic axis mechanical keyboard being typed.
Lin Que's ten fingers danced across the keycaps, so fast that they almost left afterimages.
The gentle, insightful look in his eyes was gone.
All that remains is the calm amidst the madness of the "Dream Weaver of Hell".
On the screen, text cascaded down like a waterfall.
The first major climax of "Human World is Like Prison," the ghost knocking incident, is taking shape under his control.
Yang Jian was trapped in the abandoned teaching building of No. 7 Middle School. He discovered a pattern: the ghost would knock on the door in a specific order.
Every knock on the door signifies the fall of a room, the death of a living person.
Even more terrifying is that you can't open the door or make any sound in response. If you do, you'll be the next one to have the door knocked on.
【"Thump...thump thump..."】
"Is anyone home?"
Outside the door, a familiar voice, choked with sobs and pleading, came from a classmate. Yang Jian covered his mouth tightly, his whole body trembling. He knew that the person outside was definitely not his classmate.
Three hours, 20,000 words, all in one go.
Lin Que uploaded the ten newly released chapters directly to Hongguo Novel Network.
This time, he didn't write any provocative headlines.
I simply clicked "publish" calmly.
Because he knew that the content of these ten chapters itself,
It will definitely sweep the entire internet.
After doing all this, he let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair.
The online buzz surrounding "Don't look under the bed tonight" had barely died down two days prior.
Ten minutes after the article was published, the book review section of "Human World is Like a Prison" exploded again.
[Holy crap! Author, have some decency! I just crawled out from under the bed, and now you're making me afraid to listen to knocks on the door?!]
I live in a tenement building with poor sound insulation. Someone knocked on my door next door just now, and I almost died on the spot!
I'm trembling with fear while holding my dog, and he's looking at me like I'm an idiot.
[Analysis Post: The Killing Pattern of the Door-Knocking Ghost is Too Clever! It's Simply Unsolvable!]
A confined space, a death countdown, and an insurmountable, rule-based vengeful spirit! Is the author's imagination a black hole?
[Stop analyzing! I suspect the author himself is a ghost! Otherwise, how would he know what ghosts are thinking!]
[Here comes the king of ten gifts! Author, I beg you, please don't update tonight, I'm really going to die from exhaustion if I keep updating! But I still want to read tomorrow!]
Green Ivy, the editor in charge of Hongguo.com, felt completely numb as she looked at the traffic curve in the background that had become steep again.
The servers, which the technical department had just expanded, were once again under heavy load.
Editor-in-Chief Red Fox stood behind her.
Looking at the cacophony of wailing comments on the screen, he muttered to himself:
"He's not writing a novel; he's creating a collective anxiety..."
The storm quickly spread from online to offline.
The next day, Wednesday.
Lin Que walked into the classroom and felt as if he had walked into a mental hospital.
The atmosphere in the classroom was even more eerie than during the last power outage.
Most of the students had dark circles under their eyes, their faces were pale, and they looked dazed.
Some people nervously check the bottom of their cup before drinking water.
Some people walk by instinctively sticking close to the base of the wall.
Wu Di, who sat at the same table, was even more extreme; he stuffed two wads of cotton into his ears.
"Brother Que."
Wu Di's voice was heavy with nasal tone and sounded weak.
"I had hallucinations of knocking on the door all night. When my mom came to wake me up this morning, I almost grabbed the lamp and fought her."
Lin Que suppressed a laugh and patted his shoulder:
My condolences.
"What the hell am I supposed to grieve for?!"
Wu Di looked miserable.
"Now everyone at school is saying that you should never answer the door when you hear a knock, or a ghost will come looking for you."
Now, when the teacher calls roll in class, nobody dares to answer; the whole class is like a silent movie.
Lin Que listened and found it amusing.
This is what he wanted.
To use a fictional story to disrupt the existing order.
This feeling is so wonderful.
Just then, a commotion arose at the classroom door.
The head of the teaching department walked in holding a red certificate, followed by Zhang Ya, who looked smug.
"Class, quiet down!"
The head of the teaching department cleared his throat.
"The results of the semi-finals of the Qingyun Cup Essay Competition held in the city last weekend are in!"
All eyes in the class turned to the honor roll in the director's hand.
Zhang Ya straightened her back even more, and raised her chin slightly.
He glanced at Lin Que defiantly out of the corner of his eye.
The head of student affairs posted the honor roll on the bulletin board and announced it in a melodious tone:
"It is worth mentioning that the requirements for this competition are extremely high, and the first prize is vacant!"
In this context, Zhang Ya's third-place award is highly prestigious.
They are the pride of our school! Let's give them a round of applause!
Sparse applause broke out.
Zhang Ya's followers immediately cheered loudly.
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