In the conference room, everyone on and off the stage stared at the decadent-looking young man in surprise.

"Since the manager insists on me to talk about it, then I might as well be respectful."

The young man's gaze scanned around the conference room and then snapped and pointed to the slide.

"This "Dead Elevator" is very popular, but it actually captures people's hearts. The horror point is hidden, and the ghost is not depicted positively, but through the rendering of the atmosphere, everyone is guided to imagine for themselves. ”

Speaking of this, he put down the whip and glanced at the manager next to him: "I don't agree with Manager Zhao's point of view, the scary point of horror stories is never the description of ghosts, it is often the details before the ghosts appear." It's not the result that's scary, it's the process. ”

The manager was pale when he heard this, and he wanted to scold Qin Tian, but he didn't know what to say, and he was speechless for a while.

The colleagues below also changed their faces, and their faces were no longer contemptuous and mocking, and they all showed surprised expressions.

"I think the description of horror stories should focus on the details and plot, rather than blindly describing the hideous face of ghosts, on the contrary, the atmosphere that is most easily overlooked is often the most likely to arouse the reader's reverie."

"When it comes to visual stunning, there's nothing quite like a video image. The unique thing about writing is that it can stimulate people's imagination. The only thing that can defeat the shock of video and audio-visual is the unbridled imagination of readers. ”

"As long as we make the atmosphere as good as possible, then the reader will naturally be able to imagine the most terrifying images."

After speaking, Qin Tian took a deep breath.

He's done.

There was silence in the conference room, and everyone looked at him in a daze.

After more than ten seconds, all the colleagues in the audience spontaneously applauded, and the loud applause in the conference room lasted for a long time.

"Stop what you're doing!"

Manager Zhao couldn't hold his face, let Qin Tian return to his seat, and then dissolved the meeting after a few casual words.

At the end of the meeting, many colleagues passed by Qin Tian's seat when they left, and they all gave him a thumbs up.

Qin Tian turned a deaf ear to this, and he looked at the software with the black book pattern on the screen of his mobile phone in a daze.

"Was it me who just gave the talk on stage? I can say that kind of thing. ”

He was more confused than anyone else, the words before were all subconsciously said, and if he was Qin Tian before, he would never be able to say such things.

"Is it the role of the heart of an intermediate writer?"

Qin Tian stared at the phone screen in a daze.

"Eh, Qin Tian."

Suddenly someone called him, it was a woman's voice.

"Huh?" Qin Tian looked back and saw a woman wearing a white professional shirt and a white short skirt standing beside him.

"Sister Luan." Seeing that it was her, Qin Tian's heart tightened.

Li Xinluan, the leader of the company, is three years older than Qin Tian, has a small career, does things cleanly and neatly, and is the kind of workplace sister that many young people like.

Qin Tian also has a good impression of Li Xinluan, especially her unique temperament.

"Qin Tian, what you said just now is quite good." She smiled at Qin Tian.

"Well, I'm smiling you."

"No, it's really good. So, you come to my group, and I'll take you. ”

"Is that okay?" Qin Tian was a little happy, not because of how high Sister Luan's ability was, but because he simply wanted to have more contact with her.

Li Xinluan nodded with a smile, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw the mobile phone screen that Qin Tian put on the table, and his color suddenly changed.

The screen is displayed right on the writing interface, and the four big characters of "Dead Elevator" are very eye-catching.

Qin Tian sensed that something was wrong and quickly put away his phone, but she still saw a little.

"You..." Li Xinluan frowned slightly.

At this moment, Qin Tian's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Qin Tian glanced at the screen, and his face changed wildly.

"Sister Luan, I'm sorry, I have something to do, so I'm out of company first."

With that, he hurried out of the conference room.

Li Xinluan looked at Qin Tian's departing back, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head: "It looks mysterious." ”

When he arrived at a place where no one was, Qin Tiancai clicked on his phone.

This is a message reminder that the main quest that has been silent for several days has finally moved, but it didn't come at the right time.

"Presumably you have already spied on the plot of the midnight 14 bus, are you dissatisfied with the plot? Are you not satisfied with your current writer power? This quest will give you the opportunity to populate the plot and will temporarily grant you the ability to intervene in the plot. ”

"At 10 o'clock in the evening, take bus No. 14 at the No. 8 mansion at the starting point, get off at the end point, and survive until dawn."

There was a pause on the screen, and the words continued to emerge:

Normal difficulty: After taking the bus from the starting point to the finish line, live until dawn.

Difficulty: Protect Zhang Yang and don't let him go crazy again.

Nightmare Difficulty: Don't make the little girl sad.

Qin Tian frowned, this mission was very special.

The mission is on bus 14, and he will enter the story he has.

From the mission description, it can be seen that the things encountered in this mission will go beyond the setting of the midnight 14 bus plot, and some unpredictable things will happen.

Moreover, he finally has the ability to intervene in the plot!

"The difficulty of the mission is to protect Zhang Yang and prevent him from going crazy again."

Qin Tian's face became weird.

As far as he knew, Zhang Yang miraculously recovered the day before yesterday, and went to school normally, and his arrogant and domineering personality has not changed.

"Could it be that Zhang Yang will also get on that bus tonight?"

Qin Tian expressed skepticism, feeling that Zhang Yang had gone crazy once, and he would definitely not approach the weird No. 14 bus again.

The mission time was in the middle of the night, and it was still morning, so there was enough time for Qin Tian to prepare.

When he was about to get off work, a beautiful figure stopped in front of Qin Tian's desk, and when he looked up, his eyes fell on the other party's chest.

"Ahem, Sister Luan."

Qin Tian was a little panicked and hurriedly shifted his gaze.

Because his family background is more complicated, Qin Tian is very precocious and has a strange personality, even if an ordinary woman is beautiful, he will not be in his eyes.

There are so many female colleagues in the entire company, but Li Xinluan can make him panic as soon as he appears.

"Do you have time after work?" Li Xinluan smiled at him.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Qin Tian noticed that the colleagues around him were all looking at him, and they were looking at him with jealousy and hatred.

"Please have a meal, I want to talk to you about the work manuscript."

"I can't ask for it."

Writing has always been his greatest hobby, and with Li Xinluan, he has no reason to refuse.

After work, the two went out together.

Li Xinluan took Qin Tian to a high-end Western restaurant.

"Let's move to a normal store." Qin Tian stood outside the Western restaurant and lowered his head.

Li Xinluan saw that Qin Tian's reaction was abnormal, his face froze for a moment, and asked with a smile: "Have you never been to this kind of Western restaurant before?" ”

Qin Tian didn't speak.

Before his father died, the family often came to this Western restaurant, but now it is different. After his father died, he never came here again, for fear of seeing things and thinking about people.

"Okay, let's go to the ordinary place." When she saw that Qin Tian didn't speak, she didn't feel embarrassed for him.

Li Xinluan is very good-looking Qin Tian, and he has been discussing with him a short story about a horror weekly magazine during dinner.

This conversation lasted for hours, and before I knew it, it was half past nine in the evening.

"It's not too early, why don't we talk about it another day?"

Qin Tian stared at the time, for fear of missing the point.

"Ouch, I'm so sorry, it's so late, then we'll see you tomorrow."

As soon as the two went out, Qin Tian unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance: Zhang Yang.

"Oh, who? This is not Qin Yuxin's great brother, Qin Tian! ”

Zhang Yang's face was ruffian.

"Qin Tian, you can do it, while I'm not there, the hero saved the beauty and rescued Qin Yuxin, and he also put those four nests in order."

"What are you talking about?" Qin Tian frowned and looked at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's eyes viciously approached Qin Tian and whispered: "You don't pretend to me, if I hadn't overslept at home, your sister would have been dealt with by me a long time ago." ”

"Overslept?" Qin Tian was stunned, thinking that Zhang Yang didn't remember the No. 14 bus?

So Qin Tian asked him tentatively: "The night you called me, did you take the bus?" ”

"Of course not, what is my status? Can you take the bus? ”

Amnesia, absolutely amnesia.

Qin Tian glanced at Zhang Yang deeply, estimating that this was the sequelae left after recovery.

At this moment, Zhang Yang's afterglow glanced at Li Xinluan beside Qin Tian: "Beauty, you have no future with this kind of poor bastard, come with me to open a room, and accompany me to give you 100,000 yuan overnight." ”

"Publicity! This is my colleague, you should be careful when you speak. ”

Qin Tian smiled apologetically at Li Xinluan and asked her to leave first.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Tian also stopped a car and prepared to rush to the starting point of Mansion 8.

As soon as he got into the taxi, before he could close the door, Zhang Yang sat next to Qin Tian.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't do anything, I am your creditor, and I have the right to monitor you."

"Don't be a scoundrel."

"Master, drive." Zhang Yang slammed the car door shut.

"Are you really going to follow me?"

Qin Tian originally didn't want Zhang Yang to be involved in this mission, because he didn't have the confidence to protect Zhang Yang from going crazy, and he had already given up the difficult task in advance.

Unexpectedly, the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, and Zhang Yang actually came to the door to die by himself.

"I'm bored anyway, so I'll play with you."

"But the place I'm going to next is dangerous, it's scary."

"Mom, I'm laughing to death, what have I been afraid of? Hurry up and take me to the thrill. ”

Zhang Yang looked disdainful, and there was a contemptuous look in the corners of his eyes.

"That's what you said." The corners of Qin Tian's mouth rose and he smiled meaningfully.

"I said it!"

"Master, go to Mansion 8."

"What are you doing there? Want to relive what it was like to save your sister? ”

Along the way, Zhang Yang's mouth was very broken.

Qin Tian's face instantly became gloomy, and he raised his hand suddenly, locking Zhang Yang's neck tightly, using too much force, pressing Zhang Yang's head on the back seat pillow.

"I will pay back the money I owe to your family, but if you dare to touch my sister again, don't blame me for being rude!"

Qin Tian's fingers were forceful, and some of his nails were embedded in Zhang Yang's flesh.

Although I haven't practiced my body for many years, it's not a problem to deal with Zhang Yang, the vain second ancestor.

"You let go, okay, I promised." Zhang Yang was pinched by Qin Tian and was out of breath.

At 9:50, Qin Tian and Zhang Yang arrived at the bus stop of Mansion 8.

"What the hell, this poor boy doesn't usually speak, and he doesn't see that his hands are so strong." Zhang Yang followed behind Qin Tian and touched his neck angrily.

Qin Tian straightened his face as soon as he got out of the car, feeling that the atmosphere was very abnormal.

"Today is obviously not a day to worship the dead, why are so many people burning paper money on the side of the road?"

None of the people who burned the paper money spoke, silently putting down one yellow paper after another into the brazier.

The firelight reflected their faces red, but there was no expression on them.

"Drink! It's so late, beauty, waiting for the bus alone? ”

Zhang Yang was greeting a tall woman standing in a bus stop, wearing a white floral dress.

The night was already dark, and Qin Tian couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

He was about to take a closer look, when he was suddenly bumped into by an old man in a hurry, and the other party left without even saying sorry.

Qin Tian's eyes were strange, he turned around and watched him walk away, and then spread out his palm, and there was actually a crumpled piece of paper on his palm.

This is what the old man quietly stuffed him when he bumped into him just now, and there are eight words on the paper: ten o'clock in the middle of the night, there is no distinction between people and ghosts.