In fact, the novels in Daybreak Magazine are not all newcomer authors, because even the most marginal piece that can be on Daybreak Magazine is still quite popular among other second- and third-rate magazines and even publishers.

And the author He Rui likes is such a second- or third-rate author who can only be regarded as a second- or third-rate author strictly speaking.

If you want to say that the author's writing level is definitely not low, but this author is also a wonder, and now the mainstream of the fire is not writing, but writing some suspense and horror that no one cares about. Nowadays, many readers are seeking mental relaxation, and there are not many horror novels that can read them, and this author is particularly deadly, his books are full of endless pressure and darkness.

It can be said that there are not many who can read more than five chapters, but there is a strange thing about the fans of this author, anyone who has read ten chapters will become his iron fans, and it can be said that he follows the kind of body.

After He Rui saw it for the first time, he was unconsciously attracted by the plot inside, and then gradually developed such a habit.

"It's really panicking." Zhang Hao put down his mobile phone and got up from the sofa in a hurry: "Do you have a cigarette, buddy?" ”

"Tell you, if you smoke, I'll go out for a cigarette!" Seeing that Zhang Hao looked like he was about to smoke, He Rui immediately reminded.

"Smoke?" Peng Yan touched his pocket: "Mine is also finished in the car, why don't you go down and help me bring a pack by the way." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Hao's face was full of reluctance, opened the door a gap, and shrank back again when he saw that it was dark outside.

He Rui looked at the past with a disgusted face, and Zhang Hao himself also felt a little strange, what is going on today? I don't have a lot of stories on weekdays, why do I have weak legs in front of women?

With a month's qualifications, I can't be embarrassed in front of newcomers....

Push open the door, because the hotel is only decorated and played, the lights in the corridor are only installed with two voice-activated lights in the front and back because of convenience.

However, when Zhang Hao had just walked to the staircase, in the corridor where he couldn't see his fingers, a series of soft sounds of going downstairs slowly sounded, Zhang Hao came to his senses and let out a soft drink, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up suddenly.

Because the voice-activated light was turned on quickly, Zhang Hao saw clearly the person who had just come downstairs, and it should be a woman from the outfit, with her hair scattered, like a female ghost in a ghost movie, wearing a wide white nightgown.

Because he was too nervous, Zhang Hao's eyes were always on this woman's body, until her figure completely disappeared at the stairs, and the timid Zhang Hao relieved himself uncontrollably, and whispered to himself:

"This big night with my hair draped, wearing a white robe, walking lightly and without a sense of weight, do you really think I'm afraid of this little trick?"

Zhang Hao still went down the stairs tremblingly, this is not that Zhang Hao is not afraid of the white figure just now, but if he takes the elevator, he will definitely die if he is in distress. The countless lessons of dying in elevators in the movie are really worth learning, because they are also very practical here.

The seniors of their third temple had already warned each of them to join the newcomer that they should never take the elevator in the storybook, and if there was really no way to go, take the stairs if they could.

Because the elevator is a sealed space, it is difficult to survive in such a space, even if you have a medium-level spirit tool, because there is no place to hide in the elevator, there is no other way than to use the spirit tool to resist.

After going down, the middle-aged man with a hooked nose who was still guarding the front desk in the afternoon seemed to be surprised to see Zhang Hao.

The door of the hostel is still open, and because it is a reception place, the lights above the head are bright, which makes Zhang Hao breathe a long sigh of relief, and there are a lot of pedestrians outside, which looks very lively.

After buying a few packs of cigarettes at the commissary outside, Zhang Hao didn't dare to stay outside for long, after all, he was acting alone now, and he didn't have much ability to entangle himself when he encountered ghosts.

After coming back, Zhang Hao habitually changed his clothes, leaned lazily on the sofa, and watched TV while drinking tea.

But since it was the story book that forced him to live in such a high-end hostel, he should take the opportunity to enjoy it more.

"Uh... You.... Did you hear anything? ”

"What sound?" He Rui put down the magazine in his hand, seemed to be very unhappy to be interrupted, and looked at Zhang Hao angrily.

Zhang Hao stood up from the sofa very vigilantly at this time, and saw him stretch out his hand and point to the door and said:

"I think I heard someone screaming!"

"Nonsense!" He Rui walked to the door in disbelief, put his ear on the door and listened for a long time, but he didn't hear any sound.

"Big brother, can I ask you not to be suspicious? I'm just having such a hobby, and you're still interrupting me? ”

"But I really heard it just now.... Never mind...... Maybe it's my hallucination. ”

Zhang Hao patted his head vigorously, and at this time he thought of something, and then asked:

"By the way, do you think it's noisy next door?"

This time He Rui didn't answer, but Peng Yan, who was playing with his mobile phone on the side, nodded, and listened to him echo and say:

"I'm not deaf, of course I can hear, listen to the old man in front of me say that there are five other people living with us today, four men and one woman, but they should live on the second floor..."

"It's weird.... No matter how loud you laugh, it won't come to us from next door, in this case, the hostel's ability to transmit sound is really weird. ”

"Okay, don't be suspicious? It's only one day, and the progress of the ghost attack will speed up, but after all, we're three people living together, so it's okay to take care of each other. ”

Peng Yan raised his hand, signaling not to worry, after all, this situation is not so strange in his opinion, if you are together, the ghosts will not have much chance to intervene.

The only thing to worry about may be that the spirit tool will not have enough time to use, but for Peng Yan, it seems that there is no need to worry.

Because he has a spirit tool that can set up an enchantment in an area, although it can only be used once at a time.

But he had already set up an enchantment in this room, and as long as he didn't leave it first, it would continue until the end of the story.

Of course, unless it's a story book with a little more than medium difficulty, he will be invincible.

However, there are also certain ways to restrain the enchantment, such as consciousness invasion, curse this kind of ethereal thing, normal ghost attacks can't break the enchantment.

The people of the fourth temple have never been waste...

Peng Yan yawned, patted his buttocks, and then put the two quilts that had been prepared a long time ago, one on the ground, and the other on the body.

But apparently Zhang Hao didn't feel sleepy, and sat back on the sofa, his eyes were on the TV and watched the show.

After Peng Yan fell asleep, he felt dizzy, as if falling into the abyss.

Then Peng Yan sat up from the mattress with a sharp spirit, but when he blinked again, he found that he was sleeping outside the door, and it was already more than one o'clock in the morning.

What the hell is going on?

The spirit tool was used once in the storybook, and now he had come out of the barrier.

As for how it came out, he doesn't know at all now ....

Probably because he had just woken up, he only felt that the air around him was very cold, so cold that he only shivered.

Exhaled vigorously, the white cold was visible to the naked eye, which also frightened Peng Yan, you must know that it is autumn now, and the temperature is usually around 20 degrees, so it is impossible to be cold.

"How can I sleep and wake up outside?"

"Am I sleepwalking?"

Scolding in his heart, Peng Yan still shrunk and rubbed his hands and stood up, only the clothes he wore before going to bed were very thin.

"Hmm... That's right, it's here...."