Half a month later, Bi Youcheng miraculously recovered, except for the lost hand, he no longer had any scars on his body, let alone pus and blood, no festering skin, so he was discharged from the hospital and went home, he could even work, so he went to the construction site again and continued to be his "chief manager".

However, in the past half a month, there has been one thing that has been haunting Lin Feng, that is, Lin Feng once learned from Liang Mo's mouth that three people had died in their hospital one after another recently, and the symptoms of those three people before they died were very terrifying, all of them had ulcerated skin, pus and blood, and even crawled out of their mouths and ears!

Moreover, Lin Feng also learned the names of the deceased: Zhang Wei, Robin, and Jerry. When Lin Feng heard these three names, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded, he never thought that these three people would die, because not only had he dealt with these three people, but he had also received such a promise from the mouth of the little head lowering master Babra: it would kill them.

Could it be that Babula is lying?

But why did Babra lie to him?

Did he steal the bronze medal from the master, or did the master give him? Why did you end up in that warehouse? Is it a coincidence, or is it deliberate?

Babula's master, that is, Saru's brother, who is he? Why come to Hong Kong?

Did Saru find his brother?

These questions, with the news of the death of the three of them, all of them suddenly poured into Lin Feng's brain, and he racked his brains and was puzzled. No one can help him uncover the mystery, at least for now, because Saru has already returned to Thailand, and Liang Mo doesn't believe in him at all.

Things have developed to this point, it can be said that it has come to an end, although Lin Feng still has some regrets in his heart, but the material he has gained in order to write a novel is still unsatisfactory. Not only did he come into contact with the Head Descender, but he also saw the Head Descender cast spells, and even witnessed all kinds of strange and terrible symptoms after a person was lowered on his head more than once; With these, the opening tens of thousands of words of his head-lowering novel should not be a problem.

A week later, the first tens of thousands of words of Lin Feng's novel were finally completed, but the materials that he had worked so hard to obtain to write this head-down novel were also used up at the same time. It was not until this time that Lin Feng suddenly discovered that it was not easy to dare to write a million-word head-lowering novel, because the "head-lowering" was too mysterious, and if he didn't go to the apprenticeship to learn the art for a deeper understanding, he would not be able to write a wonderful head-lowering story, and it would not work to make up nonsense, because the head-lowering really exists, and if you make up nonsense about this kind of thing that does exist, it is really a little too much.

Therefore, Lin Feng was very distressed, and even regretted that his original decision was too impulsive, but Lin Feng was not a person who liked to give up halfway, since it had already begun, no matter how difficult it was, he had to complete it.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Liang Mo was studying a medical paper under the lamp, when suddenly there was a knock on the door outside, Liang Mo put down the magazine and opened the door, it turned out to be Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's face was full of melancholy, as if he had something on his mind, Liang Mo asked with a smile while inviting Lin Feng into the house: "Lin Feng, it's rare to see you like this, listless, what's going on?" ”

"Hey, don't mention it, do you have any wine?" Lin Feng sat down on the sofa as he spoke.

"Wine? Haha, there are two more bottles, what, want to drink some? ”

"Drink some!"

The wine was full, Lin Feng picked up the wine glass and drank it all, three glasses down, Lin Feng sighed softly, and said slowly: "Hey, it seems that the bull I bragged about in front of you is a bit too big!" ”

Liang Mo couldn't help but be happy, and immediately asked, "Oh, what?" ”

"Novels, of course."

"Novels? Head-down novels? Liang Mo immediately guessed.

Lin Feng nodded and said, "Yes, it's a head-down novel, and I also said that I would write him a million words!" ”

"Yes, you said that...... Oh, by the way, how's it going now? ”

"Hey, don't mention it, I just wrote 60,000 words and I feel a little exhausted!"

"Sixty thousand words? That's a far cry from a million you blow! ”

"Yes, it's really hard to write a head-lowering novel."

"It's hard to write?" Liang Mo smiled, and then said: "What's not easy to write, isn't it very smooth what you wrote in the past, "The Center of the Universe" and "Out of the Galaxy", and continue to play your 'erhu' housekeeping skills?" ”

Lin Feng shook his head with a wry smile and sighed: "But the problem is, the 'head lowering' thing does exist, and I can't play it freely!" ”

"Lin Feng, I think you are a demon, how can you still believe in the 'head down' thing", Liang Mo sighed, and then said: "It seems that this head reduction novel has hurt you a lot!" ”

Lin Feng smiled and didn't refute, because he already knew clearly that all the efforts to make Liang Mo believe that lowering his head was real were in vain.

Lin Feng picked up the wine glass and drank three glasses in a row, and almost all of the bottles of wine were drunk by him. Liang Mo sat opposite him, but he didn't remind him not to drink anymore, because Liang Mo suddenly thought of a question - although the head lowering is fake, but a strange customs and culture in Southeast Asia exists, can't Lin Feng write about these things in his novels?

Yes!

Liang Mo made up his mind and began to give Lin Feng advice.

"Lin Feng, don't be sad, I have some suggestions for you to write a novel, I don't know if you would like to hear it?" Liang Mo asked.

Lin Feng couldn't help but be a little surprised, he stared at Liang Mo curiously, and asked, "Oh, what a suggestion, say it quickly." ”

Liang Mo smiled and said slowly: "Although I am not in your business, I have also heard such a sentence. ”

"What?"

"Art comes from life, higher than life."

"Not bad", Lin Feng said with a slight smile.

"We don't care if it's higher than life or not, I want to say the first half of the sentence - art comes from life."

Lin Feng nodded and said slowly: "I understand, you mean that since we can't experience the corresponding life in writing such a novel, it is difficult to write?" ”

Liang Mo didn't answer, but continued: "I also heard a saying, called 'It's better to travel thousands of miles than to read 10,000 books'. ”

"Yes, there is also 'it better to travel thousands of miles than to read countless people'", Lin Feng suddenly paused, and suddenly asked, "Liang Mo, what do you want to say?" ”

Liang Mo smiled and replied unhurriedly: "Back then, Confucius could travel around the world in order to spread his Confucianism, and now you, Lin Feng, are writing your head-lowering novels, why can't you learn from Confucius?" ”