Otherworldly Merchant

Meng Dongno sat beside a king bed with an Apple notebook in front of him, and the peanut pen hung from the wall facing the notebook with a red rope.

He was typing there, and he was standing next to three faceless men, all young, staring straight at the pen!

There was also a man lying on Meng Dongno's back with his hands against his hands, his four hands pounding quickly on the keyboard, making a crackling sound.

From time to time, the three men reached out and touched the pen. Meng Dongno could not see the lonely spirited wild ghosts, but whenever the flower pen swayed, he cursed.

“Fuck off, don't you dare take it! It's mine!”

I finally understand the role of the peanut pen, which is not inspirational in itself, but the ghost it killed to replace the current owner.

I walked over and Meng Dongno was writing a new script. Although it was fast, it was a mistake and I couldn't read it at all.

And the way he is now is also very scary. Originally, he had a big, literal mustache. At this moment, he had only skinny bones left, his eyelids were deep, he had big dark circles, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he had a saliva hanging around his mouth. His hair was bald and grey. I remember the last time I saw him, he had thick dark hair.

He was completely immersed in the creation, and I couldn't even feel it when I walked in front of him, shaking my hand in front of him.

I read a few words of the Book of Ethics, and the four ghosts suddenly disappeared into the wall, and these things were generally weak during the day.

After the ghost disappeared, Meng Dongno's typing slowed down suddenly, and I yelled at him: “Teacher Meng? ”

“Ah?” He raised his head, his eyes stalled and his face confused: “How did you get in? ”

“Weren't you still talking to us on the answering machine? ”

“Right, right, look at my brain.” He saved the file and stood up and stretched his lazy waist: “He sat too long and his waist was sore. ”

The computer desk was full of cigarette butts and empty bottles, and there were several bottles under the computer desk filled with yellow urine, so tough that he wouldn't waste a few seconds going to the bathroom.

Meng Dongfeng went back to the living room to make tea for us. As he grabbed the tea from the iron box, his hands were trembling. As a result, a box of tea was sprinkled all over the table and a cup of water was tipped over. He looked east and west for the rag to clean up. He was blunt as an old man with a candle. Yin Xinyue hurried over to help him sit down and said: "Teacher Meng, don't work too hard, I'll clean it up. ”

“Bad hospitality and bad hospitality.” He sat stiff: “Mr. Zhang, you are so useful, I feel like my creative state is back at its peak! ”

This is what we call a peak period, and if we're a few more days late, we'll probably be able to collect him directly.

I had a bit of acid in my heart, and I was tortured like this, and half of it was my responsibility.

“Meng Screenwriter, your script has been submitted, just stop it, I'm really worried about your body.” I said.

“No, I feel like I can still write, I'm writing a fantasy drama, I'm very excited about it, I've shown a sample to a big director, he's going to buy it for 200,000 episodes! You have no idea how amazing this money is. I used to write only spy theatre and Qingguo theatre. Now I can even write Xuan illusion theatre. Once I put my hands on the keyboard, it's like I'm moving, and what I imagine in my head, the image will appear in front of me, just like the real thing, it's amazing!” Meng Dongno said excitedly.

It's not what he's writing, it's what dead ghosts are writing.

“Do you know what you look like now?” I laughed bitterly.

Meng Dongno touched his cheek and said: “It's been too long. It may be a little tedious, but it doesn't matter. I'll take a break after writing this play. ”

I asked Li Mazi to bring a mirror and photograph Meng Dongno. He rubbed his eyes incredibly and said, "Is this what I am? ”

“What do you think? Say something nasty, you're halfway into the coffin now, or you won't be able to stop!” Li Mazi scolded.

“What do I do? Boss Zhang, you have to help me.” Meng Dongno looked at himself in fear and said.

“Don't worry, I'm here for this, for safety's sake, from now on, far away from the computer. After dark, I'll find a way to solve these grievances in your home.” I said.

“I have a grieving soul in my house?” Meng Dongno suddenly realized: “I said how strange it feels, it always feels like someone is at home, what are these grievances? ”

I pulled out my phone and searched for several names, four writers, all tortured to death by this, one being a fantasy writer, one being a science fiction writer, one being a love writer, and one being a reasoning novelist.

There were only a few online reports of them, saying that they had committed suicide under too much pressure, and by the way, they had written.

The public doesn't care about writers these days, and stars are more exposed to wearing the wrong pair of pants than a writer's death.

But one thing bothered me, these four people died more ‘densely’. The first two died in March, the third in April, the fourth in May. This one is also thousands of years old. Could it have been buried underground before and suddenly started hurting people?

Yoon Xinyue and I will stay here and let Li Mazi find me something and make sure he comes back before 8: 00 pm.

Meng Dongno crooked on the couch next to him, a hard fight, like a drug addiction seizure, I advised him to go to bed for a while, maybe stay up late at night, he said it was okay, then discussed the plot with me, said frowning dance.

I couldn't help but get bored. At this time, Yin Xinyue got up and said to pour some drinks. After a while, she brought three glasses of orange juice and gave one of them to Meng Dongno. Meng Dongno sipped and dried. She continued to spit about the plot, saying that she suddenly beat up and fell asleep on the couch.

Yin Xinyue smiled and said: "I put sleeping pills in his drink. ”

“Where did you get this? ”

“I carried it with me. I was tired from work a while ago. I couldn't sleep at night, so I opened a few pieces for the doctor.” Yin Xinyue laughed.

“Wife, you're too smart!” My eyes lit up.

While Meng Dongno stopped, I went to see what he had written. He had written more than 100,000 words in the new script, and his fighting power was really tough.

I roughly swept my eyes and, apart from a lot of typos, it was a great piece.

I asked Yin Xinyue: “Have you ever written a novel? ”

She shook her head and said, "The longest article I've ever written in my life is probably an application for admission, four or five thousand words. ”

“The longest article I've ever written is a review book from high school...” I smiled.

“What review? Did you lift a girl's dress or bully her classmate?” Yin Xinyue is interested.

“How can this black history speak to you?” I said cunningly.

“Say it. Say it! ”

Yin Xinyue was all over it. I said she hadn't eaten at lunch yet. She said she hadn't eaten, so she went down to buy a box of rice or something.

After Yin Xinyue left, I tried to put my hands on the keyboard, my eyes stared at the peanut pen, suddenly buzzed in my head, my fingers slammed on the keyboard, I rushed to meditate on the "Moral Scripture" to stabilize my mind, fingers this stopped, my back has cleared a dense cold sweat.

I looked at the screen, and all I could see on the screen was: "Help us... so painful... let us out... the pit is still unfilled... please..."

Are those four dead writers calling me for help?