"Hey, stop!"

Qin Tian hurriedly followed, and at the same time called back to the number that sent the text message.

"I'm sorry, but the number you made was empty...

Now is the time for the university to end, there are people coming and going at the school gate, and in a blink of an eye, Qin Tian can't find the shadow of that person.

Qin Tian stopped, looked down at the words in the text message, and fell silent.

"Why is this happening, did she escape? Why was she able to escape from the plot? ”

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and suddenly he realized that he had made a mistake.

"The plot is reality! The reason why bus 14 is called a plot in the mission is only because I can change this event through a collection of horror stories, so I call it a plot. ”

"Originally, the female ghost was trapped in the crematorium due to some circumstances, but my appearance broke the balance and changed the plot, so I released the female ghost?"

Qin Tian pondered and was extremely frightened.

Could it be that all of this is a conspiracy, including the female ghost's pursuit of the bus, and what she wants is to escape from the cage of the crematorium with the help of Qin Tian's variable?

The plot is reality, and reality is the plot, and only Qin Tian can change all this.

"Oops, noos, no!"

Qin Tian hurriedly ran into the crowd, grabbed Qin Yuxin's arm and ran out of the school gate.

"What are you doing?" Qin Yuxin looked confused.

"You stay at home for the next few days and don't go to school." Qin Tian looked back at the university in shock.

Now that she has escaped, it is very likely that she will take revenge on Qin Tian and his family.

"But I'm fine, I didn't have nightmares last night, my hair didn't talk anymore, why did you still let me stay at home?"

"Hair?" When Qin Yuxin said this, Qin Tian also noticed that his sister's hair had been cut short, and he hadn't seen it from a distance before.

"What's going on?"

"In the middle of the night when you spent the night outside, I heard my hair talking again, and I was so frightened that I cut off my hair, and as a result, my hair never spoke again."

After returning home, Qin Tian found his sister's hair cut off in the trash can.

He hadn't forgotten the eye he had seen in his sister's room in the middle of the night, the eye hidden in his hair.

The cut hair was put into a sealed bag, and Qin Tian rummaged through it again and again but found nothing abnormal.

"Brother, have you heard of it, Zhang Yang is crazy again."

After eating, Qin Yuxin whispered to Qin Tian.

"Oh," Qin Tian wasn't surprised, "that's what he deserves, who let him have bad intentions towards you." ”

Speaking of Zhang Yang, it's quite pitiful, he just returned to normal after going crazy, and he went crazy again overnight, and it is estimated that this time it is hanging.

"It's not early, go to bed." Qin Tian wanted to kick his sister out of the room.

"What? I want to escape, I recruited from the truth, where did I spend the night last night? "Qin Yuxin is very clever and doesn't eat Qin Tian's set.

"Ugh." Qin Tian sighed.

He frantically made up stories, made excuses, and talked for more than half an hour before coaxing Qin Yuxin over.

After his sister returned to the room, Qin Tian took off his clothes and collapsed on the bed so tired that he inadvertently saw the wound on his chest.

"It's good she didn't see the wound, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to explain it."

These wounds were all torn out by Xiaowen, but they were not a big deal, they were just skin injuries.

Qin Tian turned on his mobile phone, entered the comment area of the horror story collection and flipped through it, some said that he was frightened, some asked questions, and some intend to sign with Qin Tian like Zhao Fan.

In this comment, there was no comment with a strange tone, which made Qin Tian breathe a sigh of relief.

"Whew, the next mission won't appear until at least a few days later, I can take a breather, it's not easy."

Qin Tian put down his phone and was just about to go to bed, when a message suddenly popped up on the screen.

He glanced at it, and his brow furrowed.

It's actually the main quest, and it's coming again so soon?

Just finished the mission in the morning, and a new main quest appeared in the evening? With such a high frequency, you still can't let people live?

Qin Tian clicked on the main quest with a gloomy face: "You have already tried the ability to intervene in the plot, but are you dissatisfied with the writer's control over the plot?" Are you dissatisfied with the singularity of the way the plot is obtained? ”

"This quest will show you other ways to get the story, and let you take control of the plot and become a writer."

Next, the font changes on the screen:

"Within two days, someone will ask you for help and complete the other party's commission."

"Normal difficulty: Complete the commission."

"Difficulty: Dispel the remaining grievances."

"Nightmare Difficulty: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Matter."

Special reminder: Since you have already completed the task twice, open the text live broadcast function, and then your creative process will be broadcast live.

Qin Tian was confused, this time the task was the same as not saying, it was actually to complete someone else's commission.

And what is the newly opened text live broadcast function, it's too advanced.

In the past, the article would be uploaded after writing, but in the future, it will be broadcast live while writing, which means that readers can watch the writer's writing process throughout the process.

"Why do I suddenly feel so scary, countless pairs of eyes will watch me write through the screen."

Qin Tian put down his phone and didn't think about it anymore.

Tomorrow he has to hand in a manuscript and has to rush out overnight.

Strange to say, in the past, he was confused as soon as he sat in front of the computer, and he didn't know what to write in the face of a blank document.

Tonight, his mind is full of plots, and all kinds of new and strange ideas are flashing out frequently.

A short manuscript of nearly 10,000 words was written in more than 3 hours.

When he arrived at the company the next day, Qin Tian handed over the manuscript to Li Xinluan.

Li Xinluan is the team leader, responsible for collecting the manuscripts and handing them over to the manager for review.

"The narrative angle of your article is very unique, I was taken aback, and I am looking forward to Manager Zhao's evaluation after reading it."

Li Xinluan finished reading the manuscript and looked at Qin Tian in surprise.

"Sister Luan, what you said is too exaggerated." Qin Tian smiled humbly.

At this moment, the company's door was pushed open with a "bang", and the manager Zhao Fan entered the company with a flattering disgusting smile and several leaders of the company around a woman in a red suit.

"Mr. Ling, these are the elite employees of our company, and the staff recruited by our company are carefully selected, and all of them are top writing masters."

Zhao Fan smiled and introduced to the woman.

"Really?" She was noncommittal and walked straight into Zhao Fan's office.

"What's the origin of that woman? The aura is good. Qin Tian stared at the manager's office.

"I don't know." Li Xinluan shook his head.

The employees in the company all turned their heads and whispered about the woman who was full of aura.

In less than 10 minutes, Zhao Fan came out of the office and walked in front of Qin Tian and them with a nervous expression.

"The one just now, the daughter of the chairman of the head office, has just returned to China after studying abroad, and is ready to do a big career, today is to visit our branch, and she will personally review everyone's manuscript later."

"Don't look at her as a woman, but she is a shopping mall veteran and acts vigorously. I'm kind enough to give you a heads-up, and when she reads the manuscript, you'll all give me a smile. ”

Qin Tian muttered after hearing this: "This is the leader from above who has come up to investigate, no wonder Zhao Fan is scared like that." ”

After the training, Zhao Fan entered the office with a large stack of manuscripts.

"Come on, come on, stand up for me, Mr. Ling will personally look at your manuscripts, and listen to them all for me."

The office door was opened, and Zhao Fan beckoned to Qin Tian.

A group of people consciously gathered around, standing outside the office and not daring to gasp for breath.

Suddenly, the whole company fell silent, except for the "whoosh" of pages turning in the office.

Qin Tian was in the crowd, looked into the office, and saw that Mr. Ling, who was wearing a red suit, was sitting in the manager's seat with a straight face and flipping through the manuscript.

She wore heavy makeup, red lipstick, and her long hair was draped over her shoulders on both sides, and she looked close to 30 years old, exuding the charm of a mature woman all over her body.

"Who wrote "The Old Corpse in the Deserted Village"?"

She had not finished her first manuscript before she had finished it, and it was placed on the table.

"I, Mr. Ling, am my work." A fat man with glasses happily ran into the office, thinking she was going to praise herself.

"It's not easy to write so badly, right? Grab your manuscript and get out of here. ”

She waved her hand and threw the manuscript in front of the fat man.

His face changed: "Mr. Ling, I... ”

"Next, 'The Bury Man'." She didn't even look at the fat man, and pulled out the second manuscript.

The author of the manuscript trepided into the office.

"Garbage, I only saw the word naïve in your article, there is nothing scary in the whole text, get out of here with the person in front."

Two colleagues in a row were criticized and fired, and the people outside the door were silent and trembling with nervousness.

"Garbage, I can't even read what is written, pack up my things and leave."

"Heh, this article makes me laugh, you are also called an elite?"

"This draft is a little better, but the plot is too bland, there is no highlight, and two months' salary will be deducted."

。。。

But all the manuscripts she has read have been criticized to the fullest, and the authors of the manuscripts have either been fired or their wages deducted, and none of them can die well.

"Xiao Zhao, this is what you call the elite? Is this what is called a top writer? ”

She was tired of seeing it, took a sip of water, and her tone was cold.

"Usually they can write very well, but today I don't know how to play abnormally." Zhao Fan was already sweating profusely with fright, and his voice was trembling when he spoke.

"Hmph."

She shook her head and picked up a new manuscript, glanced at it hurriedly, and her eyes froze.

"Who wrote 'The Small World'?"

"Me."

Out of the crowd came a young man with a calm face and introverted eyes.