How did he know he was an author?

Then he looked at the fake policeman on the side, and he had no objection to this. He, also the author?

When did the author of the end Chinese network fall into extortion by pretending to be a policeman?

600 is not enough to spend?

Oh, it's not enough.

The fake policeman seemed to be very uncomfortable, and I saw that his sweat was falling down his cheeks like money, and in a short time the clothes around his neck were wet, as if it was raining.

Even a few drops of sweat fell on his arm, which made Huang Chongliang feel excited.

"Who are you! Why kidnap us! Huang Chong shouted loudly, breaking his voice.

"Huh." It was a mocking laugh: "Broken Dog, you don't deserve to know my name." ”

At this time, the computer without any icons in front of the two of them automatically opened the Word document, and then the cursor flashed, and a line of words appeared abruptly: within an hour, according to the plot of your novel, continue to write 3,000 words.

"That's the first question, if you can't do it, die!" The voice sounded, and when this sentence was said to the last word, there was actually a smile in the gloomy voice, and the disregard for life made Huang Chong's whole body tremble, and a surge of urine gushed out, and he forcibly held it back.

When the fake policeman beside him heard this, he immediately shouted: "Murder is a crime, I don't believe you dare to kill!" ”

This sentence won Huang Chong's heart and made him settle down a lot, who dares to kill people casually in this society?

It's just a prank, he doesn't believe it!

"You can choose not to write, countdown, start!"

There was a computer in front of him, and Huang Chong wanted to use the computer to call for help, but found that the page was locked on Word, and there was only one document on the full screen.

At this time, the red light that originally drifted by from time to time also disappeared completely, leaving only the stronger and stronger yin wind blowing in gusts, accompanied by the faint humming sound of the computer host, Huang Chong's mind was groggy.

Where the hell is this? Who are their kidnappers? Or is it human or not......

Huang Chong's heart trembled, but he found that the fake policeman who was still wearing a uniform next to him had already begun to bang on the keyboard.

, he just said he didn't believe it, but he wrote it first, it's not a thing!

Huang Chong scolded in his heart.

He looked at the fake policeman, cold sweat had already stained all his uniform, although his hands were trembling and his whole body was trembling under the extremely white light of the screen, but he still trembled and coded the words.

"Brother, brother, write quickly." The fake policeman's voice was sharp and urged: "Write quickly, the ghost knows where this is, the woman next to me fell on top of me before, and she was still screaming, and then, the next one is gone!" ”

His voice was frightened, and it seemed to have been greatly impacted, which made Huang Chong's heart tremble.

Huang Chong, who he said, also remembered that the woman's screams almost resounded through the carriage, but after that violent braking, only the two of them were left in the carriage.

A big countdown appeared on the computer out of nowhere, and there were only fifty minutes left, but Huang Chong's brain was blank at this time.

"I ...... I can't write it! Huang Chong screamed and hugged his head.

The brain is empty, but the bladder is full. Huang Chong's teeth trembled and he clamped his legs.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I've been hooked on live-action cosplay lately, and I really just wanted to make a joke with you, but I didn't expect you to be here." The fake policeman next to him had a face full of apology and shame.

Huang Chong opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was not to blame, but he couldn't say anything.

At this time, the red light flashed again, and the cold voice was full of mockery: "Heh, two broken dogs." Now that I have chosen you, who will be able to escape? ”

It was the word broken dog again, Huang Chong's heart sank, and before he could ask, the fake policeman over there screamed.

"Broken change, how do you know that I broke the change!" The fake policeman asked what Huang Chong wanted to say.

"Huh!" The voice was utterly sarcastic, but it did not answer their questions at all.

At this time, the black countdown on the computer suddenly turned pale red, reflected in Huang Chong's bloodshot eyes, making his pupils blood-red.

There were only forty minutes left, and Huang Chong didn't write a word, but the fake police over there kept coding.

Although his arms trembled, and he even felt that the ground was shaking, causing Huang Chong's chair to tremble by him, he had already coded the words. And myself, the computer is indeed blank.

"You're a mischievous book friend!" Huang Chonghong shouted.

But no one responded, only the sound of their own heavy breathing and the beating of their hearts.

"Brother, write quickly. Anyway, let's get the code out first. The fake policeman persuaded that it might really be the writer's conditioned reflex, and Huang Chong found that the fake policeman's trembling hand was typing a lot faster.

There is only one life, but I didn't try it here. In case of...... Is it true?

Huang Chong nodded when he heard this, and put his hand on the keyboard again, but his blank brain couldn't think of anything.

He's been out of action for a month, and he's been updating it intermittently before, and it's been a long time apart, so he has to look at the previous chapters before each update.

Otherwise, even he forgot what he had written before, and he had to revisit every update, so that there was a lot more work to be done in the update, which made him feel very tired.

This is also the reason why he is getting slower and slower to update.

But now in this situation, there is no previous text for him to review, and he forgot to write there, let him how to continue to write it!

Desperately recalling, Huang Chong put all his life in reminiscing, recalling the previous plot.

Finally, the strings in Huang Chong's mind were connected, after all, it was a book written by himself, and he could still remember it when he thought about it.

As the plot entered his mind, his inspiration finally came.

Fortunately, he writes suspense and horror novels, otherwise how could he be able to code words in this environment?

Huang Chong's hand speed is not slow, he can write three or four thousand words in an hour, but now that half of the time has passed, I don't know if he can code three thousand words in half an hour.

Now that he had the inspiration, he didn't waste any more time and quickly began to code words.

At this time, the countdown on the screen suddenly thickened, and the blood red gradually deepened, and the blood inside seemed to drip out, full of flow, as if the thing that made up the countdown was really human blood.

Huang Chong was so frightened that he forced himself to glance at it and immediately removed his eyes, counting down to 29:58.

There is only half an hour left!

The sound of percussion next to him immediately intensified, as if the man also realized that time was pressing.

The equally unlucky brother next to him kept saying in his mouth: "Come on, come on, come on, you can do it." ”