"Congratulations, you've become a candidate writer for a collection of horror stories, real and virtual, money and power. Before you can become a full-fledged writer, you need to pass a test, do you want to start the test? ”

On the desk, the phone screen automatically lights up, and a paragraph emerges.

"Boring."

The young man didn't care, and continued to bury his head in work, alas, the copywriter who worked all night last night was killed by the manager again.

At this moment, his mobile phone suddenly rang:

"Qin Tian, your sister Qin Yuxin is in my hands, if you don't want her to have an accident, you will transfer the money you owe to my family to my account before tomorrow. Otherwise, take Qin Yuxin to pay off the debt. Come, let your brother hear your cry. ”

"Ah, don't touch me, don't move there, show you stop! Ah, don't. ”

Qin Tian's face changed wildly when he heard this, and he yelled at his mobile phone: "Zhang Yang, don't mess around, isn't it just money, I will definitely give it to you before tomorrow, definitely!" ”

Qin Yuxin is an adopted child in the family, but Qin Tian has treated her as a sister since she was a child.

Zhang Yang is one of his sister's suitors, the son of the school director, who has always coveted Qin Yuxin.

He kidnapped Qin Yuxin not for money, but to use Qin Yuxin to pay off his debts and forcibly get her.

"Qin Tian, you'd better be faster, otherwise your thin-skinned and tender-fleshed sister will be us, hehe."

"Yuxin, you wait for me, I must have a way."

Qin Tian rushed out of the company and called someone to borrow money, but he either pretended not to know him, or watched coldly.

I called the cell phones of everyone I knew, and no one was willing to lend him money.

He was bitter in his heart, at this moment, he still had someone he hadn't looked for, unknown hope, but for the sake of his sister, he would try whatever he could!

Chen Jiadong used to be the vice president of his father's company, and he was also his father's most trusted person.

But since the death of Qin Tian's father, all property, including the company, has been inexplicably transferred to Chen Jiadong's name, and everyone knows what is wrong with it.

Outside the villa, Qin Tian was led in by the security guards and saw him.

"Isn't this the eldest son of the Qin family? Why do you have time to come to me? ”

"Uncle, my sister was kidnapped and urgently needs a ransom, I want to ask you to borrow some money, and I will pay you back according to the bank interest when the time comes."

"Well, the ransom is a lot, isn't it? May I ask the eldest son, how do you pay it back? ”

"Uncle, as long as you are willing to help me, I will treat you as a cow and a horse, and I will definitely pay you back!"

"Are you worthy of being a cow and a horse?" He paced in front of Qin Tian and gave Qin Tian a resounding slap in the face.

Qin Tian's face instantly swollen a little, and he was stunned to endure the pain and didn't say a word.

"If you want money, you can get on your knees."

"Okay." Qin Tian lowered his head and landed on his knees with a pop.

He was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Qin Tian to kneel so neatly.

"Hahaha, Qin Zhen, have you seen it, you looked down on me back then, and now, your son kneels in front of me like a dog and begs me, it's enjoyable, it's enjoyable!"

Qin Tian gritted his teeth and endured: "The matter of money... ”

"Get out of here," he sneered disdainfully, "you're just a dog, do you really think you'll have money if you kneel?" Fuck off now, and don't let me see you again. ”

"But you promised." Qin Tian stood up suddenly, his eyes red.

"Get out."

"I'm here to get back what is rightfully mine! Are you worthy of my dad by doing this? ”

The security guards came and took Qin Tian away.

Qin Tian returned home dejected, and saw that the house was in a mess, tables and chairs had been knocked over to the ground, pots and pans were all thrown everywhere, and his mother was sitting in the corner sobbing.

"The debt collector is here again?"

Qin Tian lifted his mother with a calm face, with indescribable emotions in his eyes.

At this time, Zhang Yang called again.

In order not to worry his mother, Qin Tian went outside the house to answer the phone.

"You don't have much time, I've already asked people to buy medicine, give it to your sister when the time comes, tsk, make sure she is happy, it's really exciting."

"Brute! If you dare to touch a single hair of her, I will... ”

The phone was hung up.

"Sister, it's useless." He muttered in pain, unable to imagine what was going on on his sister's side.

He didn't know where his sister was tied up by Zhang Yang, and he was powerless.

Putting down his phone, Qin Tian bought a bottle of wine and walked and drank on the side of the road in despair.

"I'm really useless, I can't achieve anything at 23, and I can't even protect the people I love the most. Dad, you will be disappointed when you see me so useless in the Spirit of Heaven. ”

As he drank and drank, he got drunk and fell down on the road, thinking that he would just die.

In a trance, he saw his father, who had been dead for many years, and also saw that his once warm home was sealed, and he and his sister and mother rented a cheap house to pay off their debts.

In the end, he saw that the glamorous little boy had grown into a useless waste youth.

The vision is getting blurred, and the consciousness is sinking ...

"Ding."

The screen of the mobile phone that fell on the road suddenly lit up:

"Congratulations, you've become a candidate writer for a collection of horror stories, real and virtual, money and power. Before you can become a full-fledged writer, you need to pass a test, do you want to start the test? ”

The suddenly lit screen attracted Qin Tian's attention, exactly the same information, this was the second time it appeared today.

During the day, when he went to work, this reminder also appeared on his mobile phone, and he ignored it when he thought it was a harassing message.

Qin Tian picked up his phone and tapped the screen, and the pattern of a black book appeared.

But he obviously didn't download the program.

Driven by curiosity, Qin Tianshen unknowingly clicked on the program.

What catches your eye is a line of blood-red words: A collection of horror stories.

"Is it a horror novel?" Qin Tian continued to click.

The screen changed, followed by another paragraph:

"Everyone is a book, every experience is a plot, after death, it will become a book, and the content of the book is the life of the deceased, some people have become famous books, and some people have become banned books. The whole world is a library, and the plot and reality are influencing each other. ”

"Do you want to change the reality, make your plot a reality, become a dragon and phoenix, and kill the enemy with one stroke?"

The last sentence on the screen enveloped Qin Tian like a nightmare, wasn't it exactly what he had been fantasizing about.

Qin Tian woke up instantly, and immediately got up and sat on the curb of the road.

He loves to write horror novels, and he found a position in a media company to deal with words, isn't it because he has no ambition in reality, so he wants to start a different life in a fantasy world?

It's just a pity that he doesn't seem to have a talent for writing, none of the manuscripts he writes are successful, and the manuscript that was just smashed on the head by the manager in the morning was scolded as a waste, and his colleagues looked down on him.

"I think." Qin Tian gave his own answer, he wanted what he wrote to become a reality.

If all this is true, then maybe my sister is saved.

After a few moments, the screen changes again:

"Test begins."

"Come on." With the mentality of giving it a try, Qin Tian continued to tap the screen.

"As a writer of a horror novel, you need to have a different thinking and worldview."

Immediately after that, the handwriting on the screen changed:

The son asked his father: Are there ghosts in this world?

"No, son, who did you listen to?"

"Our nanny said there are ghosts in this world."

Dad hurriedly asked his son to pack his things, and when his son asked why, Dad said: We didn't hire a nanny at home.

The son returned to the room to pack up his things and met the nanny and was shocked.

The babysitter asked: What's wrong.

The son said: My dad didn't hire a nanny, what are you!

Nanny Confused: Your dad has been dead for 4 years.

The son was stunned, fell to the ground in a trance, and knocked down the table next to him, and the vase fell from the table and shattered.

Someone happened to pass by outside the house, and I was puzzled: no one has lived in this house for 5 years, why is there still a sound?

At this time, the handwriting changed again: "Excuse me, who is the ghost in the story." ”

"Special reminder: There are currently multiple candidates in the test, competing for the only qualification, please answer as soon as possible."

Qin Tian frowned and pursed his lips unconsciously, this question stumped him.

If this plot appears in a horror novel, it is an open-ended plot, and anyone can be a ghost, including people passing by outside the house.

But to limit a certain person to a ghost here, then you have to think differently.

He was still thinking about it, and a line of words had already appeared on the screen of his phone: I think Dad is a ghost.

After a few seconds, lines of words flew across the screen, representing different answers, some said that Dad was a ghost, some said that the babysitter was a ghost, some said that the people outside the house were ghosts, and even those who had organic spirits said that Dad and the nanny were ghosts.

These were the answers given by the other candidates, Qin Tian was a little flustered, he didn't expect them to answer so quickly, and there were so many of them.

"It's going to be as soon as possible." His heart tightened.

Qin Tian thought of reminding the writer on the screen that he needed to have unique thinking, and after repeated scrutiny, he finally had a rough guess.

"Most people don't suspect their son, because he is a clueless narrator in the story."

"The father said that he did not hire a nanny, and the nanny said that the father died, indicating that one of the two must be lying."

"If I think about things like ordinary people, then I will choose one of my father and my nanny, and if I think a little more flexibly, I may choose both of them as ghosts at the same time."

"But supernatural writers need to think contrary to ordinary people, so I think the seemingly innocent son is the most suspicious! Sometimes it's the suspect who is the least disliked. ”

"Combined with the remarks of outsiders, I suspect that the son in this story has been dead for a long time and will not leave the room after his death, and that the father and the nanny are discussing the ghost who made up lies to trick the son into leaving the house and going where he should go."

Qin Tian's face sank like water, and he resolutely typed out "My son is a ghost" on his mobile phone, which was also his final answer.

After more than ten seconds, the words on the mobile phone screen were still scrolling rapidly, and some people said that his son was a ghost, but they were all behind Qin Tian.

Qin Tian was actually not sure about the correctness of the answer, he was a little nervous at the moment, after all, this question was too open, and he vaguely felt that this story was not over, and there was still a twist.

At this moment, the scrolling words on the phone screen suddenly disappeared, and then flashed with a bright light:

"When the time comes, the candidates who do not answer will be deemed to abstain, and the first candidate to answer correctly will win, and the results will be announced fairly. . . ."

Qin Tian couldn't help but hold his breath, so silent that he could hear his own speeding heartbeat.

A few seconds later, there was a "ding" sound, and a blood-red reminder appeared on the screen of his phone.

"Congratulations on passing the test, standing out from the crowd of candidates, and officially becoming a writer for a collection of horror stories."

"Got me right?"

Qin Tian was surprised and delighted in his heart, and then he thought: What will happen to those candidates who answer incorrectly?

When he clicked on the black book logo again, the page changed dramatically:

A collection of horror stories: supernatural horror novels

Popularity: 0

Writer: Qin Tian

Today's hits: 0

Total hits: 2340

Today's Comments: 0

Total reviews: 3

Tip: Not yet

Current plot: Midnight Bus No. 14

(Every night at 10 p.m., a dilapidated bus departs from Mansion 8 on time to the final crematorium, so don't get off half.) Evaluation: Immature writing, bad plot, no skills at all. Horror Index: Half Star)

Main Quest: Automatically generated every once in a while, the difficulty is divided into Normal, Hard, and Nightmare. Once the mission is completed, the story scenes from the mission can be ported to the novel.

(Warning: Failure or failure to accept the assignment will result in disqualification as a writer.) ）

Item Shop: Not open yet.

How to get the story: 1. Complete the main quest. 2. The writer creates it himself. 3. Forcibly intervene in real haunted events.

Qin Tian frowned when he saw it, this software is like a game, and the gameplay is to enrich the plot of the novel, but it is not so simple.

He also plays games a lot, habitually flipping through the pages everywhere, and stumbled upon a click in the writer's name column.

Once inside, there's a new interface:

Qin Tian: Rookie writer

Experience Points: 0/50000

Talents: None

Introduction: Cautious and calm, top endurance, lack of decision-making, average thinking ability, immature writing, low plot control ability, comprehensive rating: half star.

Special reminder: Rookie writers have low permissions, and can only substitute real people into the plot of the book, and cannot interfere with the plot or characters.

"I admit that my writing is immature, that's the truth. It's just that I've passed all the tests, and my thinking ability has been generally evaluated? ”

Countless thoughts welled up in Qin Tian's heart, and he had a lot of thoughts for a while.

At this moment, a "ding" sound in the mobile phone caught his attention, and when he leaned over to take a look, Qin Tian instantly calmed down.

"Since you're a first-time horror story writer and have a chance to draw a lottery, do you want to start the draw right away?"