It plummeted by 34,000 copies.

Seeing this number, Wei Heming, editor-in-chief of Suspense World, almost couldn't react.

What's going on?

Why did the sales of the magazine plummet all of a sudden?

It's impossible, I just pulled a supernatural master last week, and this week there has been a sharp drop in the blink of an eye.

This kind of ghost phenomenon is really a little incomprehensible.

However, to be able to make the suspense world from a small supernatural magazine to the first in the industry, Wei Heming is not an idle person.

Just after analyzing it, Wei Heming knew that this was definitely related to the ghost sorrow in March.

"Zhu Shi, it seems that we were pitted by the midnight talk. ”

At this moment, everything was clear to Wei Heming.

What midnight talk about sales soared in March.

What March asking price is too high, talk in the middle of the night and give up with tears.

It's all a fake.

They have been drawing a game for a long time, waiting for the suspenseful world to jump in.

It's not good to die, they still believe in this game in the suspenseful world.

"Your previous vision was correct, and the ghost of March was indeed written in general. No, what is written in general, it is simply miserably, and I have some of those who dare not read the letters sent by readers to our suspenseful world for a few days. ”

Thinking that a few days later, a group of readers wrote to scold them for the suspenseful world, and Wei and Ming were so angry that they vomited blood.

Damn March, damn midnight talk.

This trick is really ruthless.

"I'm going to break off my contract with March right now. ”

Some of them were angry with March, Wei Heming said hatefully.

It's just that Zhu Shi on the side shook his head.

"Old Wei, of course, we have to stop the contract with March. However, the most important thing now is not March, but how to recover the 34,000 copies that have fallen. You know, magazines have always been easy to fall and difficult to rise. It took us nearly five years to get the world of suspense to 200,000 copies sold a week. But now, just one issue has once again dropped the lifeline of a medium-sized magazine with 200,000 copies. If you can't return to 200,000 copies in a short period of time. It is very likely that our efforts in the previous five years will be in vain. ”

"Well, it's me who gets dizzy, you're right. It seems that this time he suffered such a big loss, so he could only invite Zhang Yun out of the mountain in advance. ”

Wei Heming patted his head, thought about it and said.

"That's all there is to it. ”

Zhu Shi also nodded.

……

The time is set back to normal again.

When Midnight Talk learned through channel news that the weekly sales of the latest issue of Suspense World had plummeted by 43,000 copies, Zhou Qing, the editor-in-chief of Midnight Talk, was excited for a night.

Hahaha, hahaha, it's so exciting, so cool.

Falling down to 200,000 copies of this lifeline, hey, suspense world, I see which capital is willing to pay attention to you.

With his mind running wildly, Zhou Qing, the editor-in-chief of the conversation in the middle of the night, was extremely excited about the suspense world this time.

It's just that, in addition to being excited, Zhou Qing is becoming more and more interested in Fanchen, the author of Liaozhai.

Those few chats are really amazingly written.

If you can pull Fan Chen to let him talk and write in the middle of the night, presumably, it is not impossible to surpass the suspense world.

No, the world of suspense is nothing.

If that mortal can continue to write dozens or hundreds of chats of this level, maybe their midnight conversation can be transformed. From the original niche supernatural magazine, it has transformed into a popular story-based magazine.

The more he thought about it, the more eager Zhou Qing was to contact Fanchen as soon as possible.

It's just that the mortal dust has disappeared for nearly 20 days, and I don't know where it went?

However, Zhou Qing still did not give up.

The future of talking in the middle of the night depends on this mortal who writes about fasting.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing didn't care if it was evening or not, and called the editor Dong Xiaoyu again.

"Dong Xiaoyu, I order you now, no matter what method you use, as long as Fan Chen goes online, contact him immediately. ”

Zhou Qing's death order made Dong Xiaoyu a little tearful, how could he stare at the computer 24 hours a day, if he didn't reply to himself, what could he do? However, Dong Xiaoyu still thought of a way. He connected his TT to his mobile phone, and also made a setting for Fanchen's TT number. As soon as Fanchen goes online, then TT will send a message to the mobile phone as soon as possible.

Finally, after disappearing for more than 20 days, Fanchen quietly went online.

Almost instantly, he got up from the bed, and Dong Xiaoyu sent a message to Huang Yifan.

"Fan Chenju, don't go down, please, don't go offline, there are important things to discuss with you. ”

……

There was no dream all night, and the next day, Huang Yifan continued to go to school early in the morning.

This time, her mother Li Shuhua did not follow Huang Yifan again, but Huang Yifan went to school by himself.

"It seems that I have to write a few articles in the past two days, otherwise, the editor called herbal tea will have to cry to death. ”

remembered that he cried to death on TT in the middle of the night talking about herbal tea, and Huang Yifan was one head and two big.

In the end, I was helpless, so I agreed to the other party's plea and wrote a chat to the other party every week.

However, it is easy to deal with this side of the conversation in the middle of the night, although the hands have not fully recovered yet, it is still no problem to write a chat of more than 1,000 words a week. What Huang Yifan didn't know how to deal with the most was the little girl at the same table.

Huang Yifan, where have you been, the teachers at school are looking for you. Also, your mother also came, and she cried very sadly when she knew that you had skipped class and disappeared. Where are you, come back soon.

couldn't help but think of Huang Yifan again and looked at Zhang Huiping's message to him last night.

This message was sent at 9:30 p.m., just after the evening self-study.

Huang Yifan knew that Zhang Huiping was a boarding student, and there was no computer in the school, that is to say, there were only two ways for Zhang Huiping to send messages to her TT. One is to go back to their own home, and the other is to go to an Internet café. And Huang Yifan knew that Zhang Huiping had been scared when she walked at night when she was a child. So far, Zhang Huiping has never gone to other places alone at night.

Whether it is going home at night or going to an Internet café after evening self-study, for a little girl who has been frightened by the night, I don't know how much fear she has to overcome in her heart to take this step.

The corners of his eyes were a little moist, and Huang Yifan vaguely saw a little girl faltering in the dark night.

She looked so weak that the night could swallow her up at any moment.

Huang Yifan, you have been missing for 24 hours, and Mr. Lin has called the police. Uncle police also came and asked me about you. I blame myself, I think it's because of me that you skipped class. I'm sorry, Huang Yifan, I don't know what I said wrong. But please forgive me, I don't have a heart. When you see this message, I hope you come back, and I apologize to you when you come back, okay?

This is the second TT message sent to Huang Yifan.

Huang Yifan, the policeman's uncle said that a missing person notice had been issued, but you have disappeared for three days, and I am a little worried about you. I don't know where you've been, I don't know if you're in danger, if you're bullied by bad people, if you see the message I sent you.

Huang Yifan, it's been 5 days since you left school, did you forget to tutor me, go back to school quickly.

Huang Yifan, I'm sorry, I'm a very stupid person, and my writing is not good, I can't write words that move you, and I don't know how to persuade you to come back. But I guess it's always bad for you to skip class like this. Moreover, if you run away for a few days, everyone is quite worried about you.

Huang Yifan, this is the 7th day you left school, and in these 7 days, you have not replied to a single message. Still, it doesn't matter. I just hope you can see that I'll be fine if I don't reply. Also, in fact, I don't know why, but suddenly I feel that your skipping class is not as bad as you imagined, and maybe, you are going to do something very important.

Huang Yifan, I remember, you said, you are going to save your world. I still don't understand what it means.

Huang Yifan, it's been the tenth day. You know, I've always been afraid of walking at night, I don't know why, I've been afraid for the past two days. It's just that you still haven't come back, and I can't even share this one thing worth celebrating with you. Come back, Huang Yifan. Actually, when you're not there, you feel quite lost.