The exorcism charm has a natural restraining effect on sneakiness, which Shang Yan has already come to a conclusion in several attempts.

But right now, this guy doesn't even have any reaction to the exorcism, which is very revealing, he is not a ghost.

"You're human?" Shang Yan asked.

"I'm not a human or a ghost." This person immediately stood up, and as soon as he saw his body move, he revealed his original face.

A very ordinary-looking man.

"You're not a ghost, what are you doing in this big night, and you took so many white candles." At this time, Wu Yifan came over, and just heard this person's words, so he asked.

The others also followed one after another, looking at the man very vigilantly and suspiciously.

The man stroked his long hair and touched his beard and chin again: "I am a supernatural author, and I have written dozens of best-selling horror books, of which seven have been published, two of which have been bought to make big online movies, and four have been comic. ”

Shang Yan wondered: "Then what does this have to do with you running to Yangping Cemetery." ”

"You don't do this profession so you don't understand, writing is not so easy, in addition to the need for patience, inspiration is an essential thing, and the supernatural is even more so, no inspiration is equivalent to no plot, can't write scary or scary articles, supernatural is not supernatural, I do this industry all year round, often encounter no inspiration, don't know what plot to write in the situation, will go out at night to experience life, to get inspiration."

"So, coming to the cemetery is your way to find inspiration?" Wu Yifan asked.

"It's one of them." The man touched the tombstone in front of him: "The cemetery at night is always very quiet, there is no noise here, there is no dazzling lights, it will bring me peace of mind, here I feel like returning to my hometown, special relaxation." ”

Shang Yan was inexplicably a little hairy, how could this person's words make people feel so perverted.

Wu Yifan asked, "Then what are you doing here all night?" Just touch someone else's tombstone? ”

"No, how could I be so bored, I usually just memorize the information of the deceased on these tombstones piece by piece, and now I know which tombstone belongs to whom, who is in which place in this cemetery, they are like my friends, so I come to see them from time to time."

Shang Yan's expression was weird, perverted, this is, this is definitely perverted.

Yang Hao asked curiously, "Then don't you go home at night?" ”

"I can sleep until dawn in any place I want."

"So you're here every night?" Wu Yifan inexplicably understood what was going on in the urban weird talk of Yangping Cemetery, and it was estimated that someone was scared when he met this man, and then spread the matter with false rumors, so it became a distorted version of the urban weird talk.

"No, I sometimes go to funeral homes, crematoriums, morgues, horror houses to apply for jobs." The man put the candle in his hand on the tombstone, "I have a channel to find related jobs, several funeral parlors and crematoriums in Wencheng will recruit temporary workers at night, and I sometimes go to these places to work for inspiration."

Compared to the cemetery, the morgue is much colder, the bodies are stored in the freezer, you can feel the obvious cold even if you stand outside the corridor, of course, sometimes in the early hours of the morning when I am alone, I will also go to open the cabinets that are not in use, lie down and feel what it is like to be a corpse.

The work of the crematorium is more interesting, although I am not responsible for the main link, but as a helper, I can also see the deceased being sent to that furnace, and then turned into a pile of ashes and swept out, you know, sometimes it is even half burned, and some corpses will make a crashing sound inside, but that kind of situation is too rare, even if it does, no one will dare to open it, after all, the temperature inside the furnace is too high, basically stay for a few seconds and then you are no longer a normal person.

The funeral home was not interesting, putting makeup on those dead people, and every time I did it, I fantasized about whether the corpse could suddenly open its eyes and scare me, but this kind of thing never happened. ”

The man kept babbling and talking, not caring at all whether Shang Yan and the others wanted to hear it or not, his personal experience was really a bit different from ordinary people, which made everyone feel a little creepy to hear, people who do this kind of thing in order to get inspiration will definitely not go where mentally normal.

"That uncle." Wu Yifan asked: "You have written so much, and you have published and made movies, you must be very famous, can you tell us about it?" When I get back, I'll buy a copy of your book and read it. ”

"My pen name is Ghost Fire Burning Firewood, "The Disappearing 314 Night Bus", "Three Feet Underground", "The White-clothed Mother-in-law at the Head of the Bed", "Midnight Teeth Grinding in the Morgue", "The Horror Will Be Screened", "Don't Get Out of the Apartment in the Middle of the Night", these are my more famous works."

Shang Yan subconsciously took out his mobile phone, and planned to search for the information of this great author on the browser, but the strange thing is that although there is a signal on the mobile phone, the network speed is very unsatisfactory.

Being able to publish so many supernatural is enough to prove that this person has a love for the supernatural from the heart, and he also has a certain talent.

Of course, the things he just said that quite normal people can't do, must be of great help to his writing, after all, the supernatural is different from most of them, the supernatural's requirements for inspiration are really too important, you can't write an excellent thriller plot without inspiration, and there is no way to make your words bring readers fear from the bottom of their hearts, so that they will have a kind of scalp numbness and body chill after reading, and they can't help but want to look around to see if they are safe or not.

Shang Yan remembered that when he was a child, he watched horror, and every time he watched it, he didn't dare to go to the toilet, take a bath, or sleep alone, and always felt that when he washed his hair and closed his eyes, there would be ghosts crawling out of the mirror, or when he was sleeping, there would be ghosts crawling in from under the bed or outside the door, and he would stay by the bed and watch him.

But even so, Shang Yan still likes to watch horror, which is the writing charm of a good supernatural author, who can use some ordinary words to bring readers a sense of horror and horror in their hearts.

Let the reader be both scared and reluctant to give up halfway through.

Quite clever.