My name is Xu Lang and I am a "Night Stalker".

"Nightcrawler" is a foreign word, called Night C in English

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, which sounds like Batman, is actually a chore - they are all freelance journalists who make money by chasing exclusive or first-hand social news and selling it to big media.

Speaking of this line, it's like a paparazzi and a detective, but everyone is chasing a different object.

Jake Gyllenhaal once starred in a movie of the same name called "Nightcrawler", which tells the story of this industry.

I was first introduced to the industry in 2010. I was at Discove

Y interns, occasionally buy news from "nightcrawlers", so I know a little bit about this group and know that they are quite profitable.

In 2012, my girlfriend disappeared, and I gave up my original job and followed a senior with a good reputation in the industry, Lao Jin, to become a night walker, who is half my master.

In the years since, I have been doing research and making money while also finding a girlfriend and writing.

After entering the industry, I really saw the darkness of this industry - not as good as the paparazzi, although we both looked down on the paparazzi.

This is an industry that wanders on the fringes of the law, and there are many people who make money from it, but after washing their hands, everyone often keeps silent and never mentions what they have done. There are a lot of nightcrawlers who have been sentenced to prison or died, and as I said before, it's a lucrative job, but high income means high risk.

On the plus side, it's a thrilling job that allows you to experience all sorts of experiences: entering a game, a murder scene, a car chase, a life-threatening situation – or even talking directly to a murderer, a pervert, or a gangster.

I have faced cold-blooded murderers like Zhou Kehua and Zeng Kaigui several times. But it seems to me that many people and many things are weirder and more frightening than they are.

But I always solve the problem and find out the truth - although Lao Jin said that I was born to do it, if it wasn't for the money and some other personal reasons, I would have quit doing it a long time ago.

Being good at doing doesn't mean loving it. To be honest, I'm not an adventurous person, I don't like to take risks, I'm not chivalrous, I don't like to be uneven, and I don't have sand in my eyes.

What kind of person am I? In the later stories, you will probably see that I rarely do things that are not profitable, and I rarely do particularly dangerous things.

Unless I really can't avoid it, in the face of risky things, I usually choose to avoid and solve the problem with a curve.

Whether it's investigating by myself or someone entrusts me with a task, I have to try my best to figure out the ins and outs and assess the risks first, otherwise I will never accept it.

Although I am not adventurous, I have a special connection to adventure, and I have discovered this since I was a child.

I was born in the Northeast. When I was young, there was no central heating, and each community had a boiler room, which burned coal for heating in winter.

Before winter, a pile of coal is often piled up next to the boiler room, and the coal to be burned for heating throughout the winter is piled up like a mountain. At that time, the boys in the neighborhood liked nothing more than to climb the coal pile together, and I was no exception.

One day, I was playing hide-and-seek on a coal pile with a few children my age, and I suddenly had an idea - if I dug a pit and buried myself, would no one be able to find me?

I'm a doer when I was young, and no matter what comes to mind, even if it's ridiculous, I'll verify it, which is one of my advantages as a nightcrawler.

After that incident, the children in the yard didn't like to play with me anymore because their parents said I was weird.

It's not that I'm not afraid, but because my parents didn't tell me when they taught me when I was a child, I naturally didn't know to be afraid.

So I think that children's fears often come from adults.

After being isolated by the children in the community, I had to play on my own. I often run alone to a deserted airfield, which has been abandoned for so long that it has become a big meadow. I catch praying mantis and frogs on the big meadows and entertain myself. While chasing a frog, I found the mouth of a bomb shelter half buried in the earth, half above ground and half underground.

I thought about the risks of going down the cave myself, so I continued to catch frogs, and when I got home, in order to share the risk, I went to my aunt's cousin and told him that I had found an air-raid shelter in the meadow.

My cousin was in junior high school at the time, and it was when his curiosity was at his highest, so he couldn't stand the temptation, so he called two friends, and we went to the meadow again.

Several of them brought tin flashlights from their homes and shone them down from the hole, and when they found that it was not deep, we all slipped down.

This air-raid shelter was not very long, and it was only 200 meters to the end, but when they reached the end, they used a flashlight to shine a figure sitting against the corner of the wall, and they were startled, and the servants turned around and ran.

I didn't run, because I could see that it was a skeleton.

After my brother ran out of the hole, he remembered that there was a brother like me, and he had the courage to shout a few times at the entrance of the cave, and I asked him to come down and told him that it was all right—he might not be able to explain it to his family, so he came down tremblingly, and we took a flashlight and took a picture of the skeleton together.

Now that I think about it, the skeleton was wearing a Japanese military uniform, and there was a rifle thrown by its side, and the handle and belt of the gun were rotten. But I can't verify it, because my brother wouldn't let me pick it up at the time.

After that incident, my brother's classmates told him, "Your brother is so weird, he is not afraid when he sees a skeleton." My brother taught me privately to "don't be so weird."

From then on, I began to try to fit in, disguised as less strange, until I became a nightcrawler.

After learning from Lao Jin for a while, I began to conduct independent interviews and research. In the process, I met my assistant Zhou Yong - it was not accurate to say that the encounter was that after I took him out of a troublesome matter, he followed me with a dead face and wanted to do this too.

He is a rich second generation who likes to pay, knows the city very well, knows where the wine is good, the car drives well, and offers not to pay for it. I agreed to him, and from then on I had an additional assistant.

In the process of being a nightcrawler, I have made many genuine friends. In addition to Lao Jin and Zhou Yong, there is also the news broker Tian Jing - I will give her the first-hand information I investigate every time.

There is also Zhou Yong's cousin Ju You, she is a very good policeman, although sometimes she causes me trouble, but more often she helps me solve problems.

These friends told me that I am not strange and that there is no need to hide myself – that calmness is not a disease, but a merit and a gift.

During my time as a nightcrawler, I saw a lot of strange people and things, which also made me firm in this.

Today, I still don't feel fear when I see corpses. Because I know that what has happened is not something to be afraid of, and that in this world, most of the danger comes from the human heart and what has not happened.

So I wrote my story, in addition to the twists and turns of the plot, I also wanted to point out the danger and serve as a certain warning, so that the person who watched it knew how to deal with a similar situation.

Without further ado, let's read the story.