The scariest ability of a writer? Bai Shuang already has his own answer, he still has to listen to what Xu Dazhi has to say.

Xu Dazhi took a bite of peanuts and said quietly: "The most terrifying ability of a writer is to constantly break himself, not rest on his laurels, and be able to keep learning, improving, and feathering until he changes." ”

Bai Shuang nodded: "I admit it." Liu Yang's novels change one by one, and it can be seen that he has a strong learning ability and can make self-breakthroughs. ”

Xu Dazhi slapped the table heavily: "Yes, breakthrough, that's the word!" Breaking through oneself and breaking through the classics is the most difficult, which requires not only great wisdom, but also great courage. The first thing to break through yourself is to 'dare', dare not to break through. I have read all of Liu Yang's works, and I have found a very amazing reality. ”

"What?"

"Liu Yang's works are growing on their own."

"How?" Bai Shuang raised his eyebrows.

Xu Dazhi said: "He has been trying to use texts to deconstruct the underworld, the first book is still a little immature, and by the second book, the background world view is very mature. You may think it's an improvement in your writing skills, but my perspective is different from yours. ”

He rubbed his face and continued: "I feel as if his texts have some kind of vitality, consciousness, like some kind of creature capable of self-awakening and self-evolution. If I were to say it boldly, at the beginning, it was Liu Yang who was writing works, and later it was the creature of works that was completely controlling Liu Yang. ”

Bai Shuang looked at Xu Dazhi, looked at it, and laughed. I couldn't stop laughing, and my face, which was already red from drinking, flushed even more.

Xu Dazhi smiled submissively and didn't say much.

Bai Shuang smiled, patted Xu Dazhi, and suddenly felt a little dazed. Xu Dazhi looked at him strangely: "Your expression has become too fast, from ridicule to confusion, what do you remember?" ”

Bai Shuang said: "I suddenly remembered a conversation I had with Liu Yang a few months ago. From my personal point of view, Liu Yang's works are indeed excellent, but if I had the right to speak, I would never publish his works. ”

Xu Dazhi looked at him.

Bai Shuang said: "Although Liu Yang still has many flaws in his text, let's not talk about these first, his biggest problem is that I find that the more he writes, the more strange and extreme his novels become, more bizarre than before. This kind of thing is definitely negative energy. Sure, you could say it's a dark fiction style, but my gut feeling is that something is really wrong with his psyche. ”

"You're too much of an afterthought." Xu Dazhi said: "He is hospitalized now, so you can come to this set." ”

Bai Shuang sighed: "Even if I am an afterthought, anyway, I already had this feeling at that time." You make a bold guess, I also make a guess, do you know how I felt at the time, I felt that he had changed, as if something had invaded his soul and changed his character. Especially what he said to me that day, I was very touched. ”

"What did he say?" Xu Dazhi asked casually.

"Liu Yang said that what he wrote was true, not fictional." Bai Shuang said word by word.

"Hades?" Xu Dazhi smiled: "I admit that his views in the novel are interesting, but they are just interesting, this is just his family's words, anyway, I don't agree with his interpretation of the underworld and the soul." ”

Bai Shuang waved his hand annoyantly: "Let's not talk about this for now, let's talk about how to get the rest of the manuscript." ”

The two of them discussed it and decided to make an appointment with Liu Yang's family, and strive to go to the hospital to see Liu Yang and communicate face-to-face. First, I can assess Liu Yang's current mental state; The second is to express the condolences in the club by the way, and ask for warmth.

Bai Shuang called Liu Yang's father. The old man said on the phone that it was difficult to go to the hospital, and now Liu Yang is recuperating in a closed area, and he has to approve the slip when he sees him, which is more complicated than the procedures for meeting the president. Even family members only have one visit a week. The old man said that in a few days it would be time to visit, and then let Bai Shuang go with him.

Bai Shuang asked again about the whereabouts of the manuscript.

The old man said that Liu Yangtuo brought out a sentence that the second half of his work had been handed over to his friend Xu Tong and handed over by him. But I don't know why Xu Tong didn't contact the publisher, and he also apologized.

Bai Shuang hurriedly asked, are there any other manuscripts?

The old man regretfully told him that after Liu Yang finished writing the novel, he gave the only electronic manuscript to Xu Tong.

Bai Shuang asked Xu Tong's contact information clearly, and said to Xu Dazhi: "This matter is troublesome." ”

The only electronic manuscript, which means that once Xu Tong loses the manuscript, everything is over. Even if Liu Yang starts writing again now, a long story of more than 100,000 words, with Liu Yang's turtle speed, he can't really get down in two months, and the daylily will be cold by then.

Bai Shuang complained about Liu Yang and called Xu Tong. But for writers, this is the most basic precautions, and there must be at least two copies of the manuscript of the novel, just to prevent accidents. This Liu Yang is interesting, even if he doesn't keep the manuscript, he also gave the only manuscript to a friend, once this friend is unreliable and loses it.

Xu Dazhi drank wine and ate meat, watching Bai Shuang work hurriedly. After a long time, Bai Shuang put down the phone with a disappointed face and asked what was wrong. Bai Shuang sighed sadly: "That Xu Tong's phone was connected, but no one answered at all, and the phone rang like that." ”

Xu Dazhi drank dry wine in one gulp and patted him: "Go!" If you don't pick us up, go and find it, this is called a strange visit. ”

It was only like this, Bai Shuang settled the account and followed him out of the restaurant. The two took the address and took a taxi.

Xu Tong's family lives in a newly developed community in the city, which is an affordable housing area where ordinary people live. The floors look like military camps, lined up next to each other, very strict and regular.

Walking into the community is like entering a maze, two of them, an old dick and a small otaku, holding the address to the building number, and looking for more than half an hour, it's really a stinky sweat.

Xu Tong's family lives in Room 305 of Simendong, and there is an electronic door lock when entering the building. Bai Shuang pressed the 305 button, and the walkie-talkie kept ringing, but no one responded.

The two waited for a while, the weather was very hot, the willows on the roadside were shady, the cicadas were chirping, and the bright sun was making people dizzy. Xu Dazhi stretched: "No one, let's go." At this point, I'm sleepy and it's time for a nap. ”

At this moment, an old voice came from the walkie-talkie, which had been ringing: "Who?" ”

It was a very loud old lady's voice, and Bai Shuang was relatively close, almost shaking her ears by the sudden sound. Now the neighborhood is very quiet, almost no one is moving, and the appearance of this sound seems very abrupt.

Old people who speak loudly, in general, are behind their ears. This is a subconscious reaction of people, if they can't hear clearly, they feel that others must not be able to hear, so the people behind their ears speak loudly.

Bai Shuang looked at Xu Dazhi, Xu Dazhi made a gesture and motioned for him to hurry up.

Bai Shuang is not a hairy boy who has never seen the world, but for some reason, he suddenly became a little nervous. He coughed twice: "Old man, hello, my name is Bai Shuang, and I am the editor in charge of Liu Yang." Liu Yang has a manuscript missing......"

"What are you talking about?" The old lady inside said a word, saying that Bai Shuang had just said it in vain.

Xu Dazhi really couldn't look at it, and pushed Bai Shuang aside: "Go, go, wait until you finish speaking, the nuns are holding the children." ”

Xu Dazhi got over the walkie-talkie and said loudly: "Old man, may I ask if Xu Tong is at home?" ”

"Xiaotong, ......" The old lady said half of the sentence, and her voice suddenly adhered to it, as if a mouthful of phlegm poured out, and it sounded very wrong. Xu Dazhi was listening, and suddenly a burst of Buddhist music "Mani Mani Coaxing" came from the walkie-talkie, and his voice was low, as if there was nothing.

Xu Dazhi was really startled and looked at Bai Shuang. Bai Shuang frowned: "This family still believes in Buddhism." ”

As soon as the words fell, the baby's crying was inexplicably heard on the intercom, and the voice sounded far away and layered. The two of them sketched a spatial map in their minds, Xu Tong's house should be quite large, with several rooms. The walkie-talkie where the old lady spoke was at the door of the house, and the cry of the baby was in the innermost room. If you believe in Buddhism, there may be a Buddhist hall.

Xu Dazhi also found a very strange point, the baby's cry and Buddhist music obviously came from two directions, and it must have been in different rooms on opposite sides. He told Bai Shuang about this inference, and Bai Shuang pouted and said, You are purely idle.

After waiting for a long time, the old lady didn't move. The baby's cry and Buddhist music on the walkie-talkie never stopped, what's going on? The quiet entrance of the building looks a little weird at this time.

If there is some reason why Buddhist music has not been broken, if you like to listen to it, you can play it. It is not normal for a baby to cry, and if the child cries, the parents or the person who takes care of the child will do everything possible to make the child stop crying. But now the baby on the walkie-talkie cried for at least five minutes, and there was no sound of adults stroking it during this time.

In other words, it seems that no one has done anything to make the baby stop crying.

Even if the old lady turned her ear back, she wouldn't have noticed her child crying for five minutes.

The two were waiting, and suddenly there was a "click", and the iron door of the building was unlocked. The two looked at each other, this kind of door lock can only be opened by users at home, indicating that Xu Tong's family opened the door lock.

The two walked into the corridor suspiciously, came to the third floor, and found 305. Bai Shuang was about to knock on the door, Xu Dazhi waved his hand. He crept up to the door and pouted his ass to listen.

Bai Shuang couldn't see him with such a limitless behavior, Xu Dazhi beckoned, motioning for him to come and listen too.

In the corridor, there was no one quietly. But Baishuang is still embarrassed to pout his ass like Xu Dazhi and peep into other people's privacy.

"Listen, there's a strange noise in there." Xu Dazhi said.