"Changing books again?"

"Not only to change the book, but also to change the subject matter?"

"Sankai, my God, I'm afraid the anchor isn't crazy, right?"

"Cold-blooded is just about to see the master, and it's gone, woo woo"

"Xiaobai, don't be kidding. ”

A large section of doubts floated on the screen, and looking at the barrage, everyone looked unconvinced.

"Hey, I'm serious. ”

Su Bai spread his hands and made an exaggerated sad expression: "In order to enrich the program, I mustered up the courage to open another book for another wave, who knows if you don't believe it - hey, my heart hurts." ”

In the barrage of replies "I just don't believe it", he smiled slightly.

"I'm going to bring you a suspense novel—"

“ZOO！”

"ZOO", a collection of thriller works written by the new generation of "horror novel elites" in the RB literary world.

The collection consists of eleven independent novels ranging from horror, suspense, mystery and science fiction to fairy tales. The first of these is titled "Zoo", from which the entire collection of novels takes its name.

In 1996, at the age of 17, he won the 6th JUMP Fiction Award for "Summer Fireworks My Corpse", and his writing journey has been smooth sailing.

In 2002, he published "GOTH Severed Palm Incident", which won the 3rd Benge Mystery Novel Award. Later, there were "The Story of the Handshake Thief" and "ZOO", which were made into movies, and "Waiting in the Dark", "Only You Can Hear", etc., which were animated into movies.

Yi Yi has a wide range of writing, in addition to the "horror novel elite", he also has the titles of "ghost talent", "thriller master" and so on.

His novels are mixed with two styles, one is "Hei Yiyi", which is dark and cruel, and the other is "Bai Yiyi", which is pure and pathetic.

The most special thing is that opposing styles not only appear in his different works, but also in the same work.

For example, his debut work "Summer Fireworks My Corpse" tells the story of "my" corpse in the beautiful summer scenery. The background is beautiful and abnormal, and the supporting characters are a group of innocent children, but the protagonist is gradually rotting, making people's scalp tingle.

From the perspective of reading experience, this kind of superposition of a layer of light on a layer of shadow is the most likely to arouse people's thoughts and sighs.

From the perspective of the pit man, the horror of this kind of novel satisfies the two characteristics of "it's too late when you feel scared" and "think about it with a little memory".

The most pit, the most ruthless.

As for the novel "ZOO", which was favored by Yiyi himself and directly named the entire collection of novels, it is a typical example of this style......

"Wait for me, since we're going to change the novel, let's change the category. ”

Su Bai switched the live broadcast camera to the screen recording mode, and clicked on the anchor interface in full view of everyone.

Summer Festival Homepage - New Category - Suspenseful Reasoning - Click to confirm.

Su Bai's movements were very smooth and he didn't feel anxious, and he applied while laughing, as if he had ordered a takeout.

Soon, there was another coffee-colored label under the anchor's avatar: suspenseful reasoning, and with a few clicks, the label in the live broadcast room was replaced.

Taking advantage of the fact that the live broadcast perspective had not yet switched back to the camera, Su Bai looked at the little dot behind him.

Xiao Budian was the same as yesterday, he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, his small mouth opened into an O-shape, and he raised his hands to cover his mouth fiercely, and looked at Su Bai with big eyes and blinked.

Su Bai raised an eyebrow at her, made a reassuring gesture, and turned the live perspective back to the camera.

He rummaged through the music box for a while, found the most eerie background music, and put it directly.

Changed books, really changed books!

The categories have all been applied for, and they have all been changed, which is already a certainty.

This little white anchor - this, this is going to do something!

The colorful barrage brushed up, drowning Su Bai's face, but fortunately, most of them were just surprised rather than scolding.

First, it is a bit unreasonable to scold at this time, and secondly, it is useless to scold.

What else can I do, let's listen to it first.

Some viewers left the live broadcast room, but most of the viewers still stayed, and the popularity of the entire channel stabilized at 1000+.

Of course, many viewers have made up their minds, once Su Bai doesn't speak well, he will complain first, then unsubscribe, and then complain mercilessly.

Just as the audience was scrutinizing, Su Bai's voice was calm and even a little flat.

[The difference between a photo and a movie is similar to the relationship between a haiku and a novel.]

Tanka and poems are also similar to haiku, and these literary genres have a much smaller word count than novels, which is their characteristic. In a string of short words, I grabbed a moment of heartbeat and wrote it into a poem. The author is feeling the world and describing the emotion in his heart into a short text.

……】

The beginning of the story is a statement, inexplicable without beginning and ending, and it is so bland that it is a little boring.

Many viewers were a little angry when they heard that they wanted to change books, and they immediately began to complain when they heard this.

Mild viewers will say "boring at the beginning", "the pace is too draggy", and "there is no suspenseful atmosphere".

Some irascible viewers are already wantonly ridiculing "novels that hit the streets", "anchors who die", "Xiao Wenqing hurry back to martial arts", "write suspense in a few years" and so on.

Su Bai glanced at the screen, still smiling faintly, and continued to read without being surprised.

[This is the first time this morning that another photo has been stuffed in my inbox? This has been repeated for more than 100 days, but I still don't have the habit of not being able to do it. Every freezing morning, when I see photos in my rusty inbox, dizziness, hatred, and despair come at me. I could only stand there motionless with the picture in my hand. Every morning.

Photos aren't sent in an envelope, they're just in the inbox. The photo shows the body of a person, the body of my ex-girlfriend. Her body had been placed in a pit dug in the ground somewhere, and the photograph showed her from the chest up, but it was not what it used to be. Her face was rotten, and she couldn't see what she was before she was born. 】

Little Red Demon King: Ahh

Qingxiqing: I just went to pick up a glass of water and came back, I was high-energy, what did I miss?

Marshmallow Candy: The protagonist's girlfriend was killed, and he gave the photo to the protagonist, feeling cold behind him

The Taoist priest in black: Anchor, you're too deliberate, as soon as you say two sentences to you, you will immediately be high-energy, and you will definitely be written down if you are led by the nose by the reader like this.

It's just a few words, and it's not boring, it's not procrastinating, and there is a suspenseful atmosphere.

Wen Tun's narrative is connected to the corpse and the case, and the twist in it catches people off guard.

Surprised or questioned, there are mixed reviews of this plot, but most viewers have realized that this novel may not be just a water temperature to kill time.

Just as the audience pricked up their ears to listen, the narrative of the story was pulled elsewhere.

The matter of the corpse photo is brushed aside, and the story returns to the daily casualness and gentleness.

The male protagonist recalled the days with his girlfriend, they went to watch a film called "ZOO", and they went to the zoo to see the monkeys in the winter.

The more he thinks about it, the more angry the male protagonist is, the more he wants to catch the murderer and punish him severely.

But actually—

[But there is another question, which is decisive and may destroy my personality.] So I decided not to pay attention to it.

"Bastard, where the hell is the murderer?"

Every word I say is a line, it's all acting. Actually, I had something completely different in mind. If I keep acting like this, the psychological pressure will be too great, and I may be broken.

What I mean by that is that I'm pretending I didn't know I did it myself, and then I'm hell-bent on catching the murderer. But I guess I won't be able to catch the criminal, because this murderer is me. 】

ps: No one guessed, (╯"□′)╯(┻━┻