Crack, Crack!

Just like the sound of teeth chewing finger bones, it still sticks to saliva, and it constantly echoes in the bedroom with the keyboard typing.

Grim and weird, like a ghost house!

On the screen, dark characters are filled into the window one by one.

Book title: "Suspense Author Survival Guide", author name - [Wolf in Sheep's Clothing]!

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Chen Chao paused his fingers, took out his cell phone, and transferred the first unit of the second floor of the bookshelf, "Echoes in the Corridor".

The unit has been fully guided, and Chen Chao is now just re-reading.

After all, text interaction *** itself is an edited text, and you can even convert it into novel content by simply excerpting it~

ps: Copy and paste are essential basic skills for every writer! (’?’) シ┳━┳

What's more, the story itself was interpreted by Chen Chao with his life. In other words, it is equivalent to a manuscript written by him personally. I think that the silly barrage of the screen on the other end of the mobile phone was embarrassed to ask him for copyright fees shamelessly.

Hehe: Excerpting your own manuscript is not called plagiarism, at best, it is counted as the number of words~

Chen Chao quickly browsed the subtitles and found that the originally gloomy narration depiction and the annoying barrage of the screen was pleasing to the screen. At this moment, he changed his mind and read it all over, and it felt completely different!

Look at this, the atmosphere is rendered and set off, the character's psychology is controlled and described, the plot is promoted and reversed, and even the introduction and comments of props...

They all show a pretty good writing skills!

The terror is interspersed with cold humor, and the humor is hidden in human nature. In the gloomy and mysterious background corridor, the woven texts reveal a fresh and refined poisonous tongue.

Even the most disgusting choice question at this moment turned into the finishing touch of the dragon, and the full interest was almost overflowing from the text, like a magnificent gushing of Yan she and Chen Chao's face.

I have to say that without the in-house experience of survivors, Chen Chao is now standing as a professional writer and must objectively and professionally admit it—

【Subtitles】It’s quite interesting!!!

Isn’t this exactly in line with the main idea of ​​his desire to open a new book? It twists a cheerful and exciting yangko in the horror music!

Hmm!

It smells so good!

"It has probably inherited 80% of my writing skills." Chen Chao immediately became pleasing to his eyes when he looked at his phone, and he felt a sense of mutual appreciation when he met his confidant. "A mobile phone with literary literacy [Golden Finger] saves a lot of time to code words, and can be copied directly? "

Coded words take time and effort, so how can you copy and paste them?

Can I finally evolve into a tentacle monster with more than ten thousand daily updates?!!!

Chen Chao's mind was filled with a series of thoughts that made the writer feel proud, and he slowly tapped his hands with his keyboard and mouse.

However, mercury is input into blockbuster chapters on the screen.

Introduction:

[——Every abandoned manuscript is buried in a dark and desperate world; every story that is suddenly interrupted involves a body that stops its heartbeat.]

[Fear, hatred, resentment, wailing... These are all brought to us by the author, and now it is your turn to bear it!]

[Author, are you ready to relive the stories you wrote!]

【...】

He copied the mobile game's opening cg directly, and the visual speed of the word was 10,000/h. Chen Chao stopped and thought about it for a moment. He seemed to be so scared.

Chen Chao briefly added a wonderful multiple-choice question as a conclusion!

【Please choose the writer:】

【a.The road to survival!】

【b. The confession of the author of the slap!】

[So, the Chen Dynasty chose...]

It has a taste!

In just a few words, the decisive gap is reflected in the two missing powers of success!

Chen Chao was satisfied now, with a faint curve on the corner of his mouth, and he began to enter the main text.

Late at night, it was dark and rainy.

Behind the deep clouds, the face of the sky is invisible, and the earth seems to be covered by intermittent black threads.

Nearly 4 a.m.

On the empty streets, an empty taxi with blank license plates shuttled through the rain and drove towards the entrance of a self-built building in a suburban shantytown.

Stop the car, turn off the engine.

Pushing open the car door, a twisted and cold metal crutch stepped on the rain slope, and then walked out in a short black raincoat.

The face was not clearly visible under the covered rain hat, but the whole body exuded a gloomy aura.

The door of the self-built building was tied with an iron lock from inside. The baby's fist was the size of a baby, and was clenched by the hands in the raincoat, making a strange rustling sound.

With a click, the lock was pried open and fell to the ground.

The yard is filled with potholes, the roof is rusty and there are not a few complete glass windows left.

The sole of the shoe was stomping on the water, splashing raindrops, and the strange thing was that it did not make any sound at all.

The entrance of the building was empty, and the cold wind and rain water poured into the corridor with the steps of the raincoat. Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared in the corridor.

The sound of the whimpering wind, the sound of dripping water in the toilet, and the sound of snoring symphony all came to an abrupt end.

It seemed that the whole building suddenly died and the sound of breathing stopped.

The raincoat climbed up the third floor along the steps, walked back and forth several times in the corridor, and then silently violently pried open the door leading to the rooftop.

He retreated back to the middle of the corridor, walked towards the other side of the corridor, and reached out to knock on the door.

The knock on the door was only one-way in the room behind the door, and the corridor was still silent. The man lying on the bed playing with his cell phone in the room got up and opened the door.

A game is beginning...

Chen Chao's eyes were excited, his hands were typing on the keyboard, and he conceived the initial process of restoring the incident in his mind.

The whole process of the perspective is first focused on the raincoat. This description is to attract more attention and create a suspense atmosphere.

Chen Chao was deeply aware of the reading habits of most readers - their bones are filled with the attributes of shaking m.

Taking the dark raincoat as the perspective can better touch their sensory stimulation and create an unknown sense of substitution.

And with this preparation, the reversal will be stronger when the raincoat unveils its true appearance, of course, it is also to better complete the content elements involved in [Task 1].

It is the risk surge of 404.

Copy and paste a large paragraph, and the story content can be quickly arranged and output a large paragraph by transforming perspective in the mind, and finally it is modified and splicing it together. A large chapter of 6,000 words will be released.

The keyboard is still typing endlessly, Chen Chao enters the Hi mode of typing, and he urgently needs a reader who can communicate!

then……

He paused, stretching his sinful claws to his cell phone...

Outside the yard.

A police car with lights turned off quietly parked at the door. Deng Bin walked down and habitually glanced at the taxi at the door. It was a license plate in Haiguang City, and it seemed that there was no problem.

The courtyard gate was covered with an old rusty lock hanging on it.

Xue Fei pulled Jiao Kai out of the car. Jiao Kai's legs trembled, and he followed Deng Bin and walked into the building with his teeth.
Chapter completed!