In the United States, you can not know who the president of the United States is, you can not know who killed Kennedy, you can know whether Martin Luther King Jr. is black or white, but you have to know Stephen King, who is he?!

Stephen King is a legendary figure, an American Jin Yong-style god, and a best-selling author known as the "King of Horror".

By writing horror novels, he not only established his own "horror kingdom", but also set foot in the entertainment industry, adapting his novels into TV series and movies, almost all of which became popular. It is said that in terms of the rate of adaptation of the original book into film and television dramas, Stephen King can rank second, and the first is Shakespeare. It is true that many people, although they have not read his books, have been obsessed with his films, the most famous of which are "The Shawshank Redemption" and "The Shining".

But what interests Yi Feiyang the most is that this guy has earned hundreds of millions of dollars in manuscript fees by writing horror novels!

His aunt's is even more ruthless than robbery!

Then Yi Feiyang had a bold idea, since Stephen King can make hundreds of millions of dollars by writing horror novels, why can't he?!

Picking up Stephen King's collection of short horror stories on the supermarket shelf, Yi Feiyang said: "Fatty, pay the bill!" "Walk away.

The fat man yelled from behind, "Why am I again?!" I don't have any money...... No, Ayan, when is it, are you still interested in reading novels? Boss, let's discuss, is it okay to have a six-fold discount? 20% off is OK! The fat man took off his shoes and pulled out a few crumpled pieces of dollars from the insole......

"Poor thing, my private money, this damn Aya!"

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As stowaways, the kennel where Yi Feiyang and the fat man live is definitely not a high-end apartment, and of course, it is not a cozy hut, but a dilapidated old apartment.

This old apartment is said to be more than 100 years old, and it is a miracle that it has been standing here when there were still a large number of black slaves in the United States, tinkering, repairing, repairing, and repairing.

Every time Yi Feiyang slept in the nest, he wondered if he would be buried by the sudden collapse of the house.

The great hero would rather die in the arms of a beautiful woman than die in such obscurity.

Yi Feiyang and the others lived on the third floor of this small apartment, and when they walked in the corridor leading from the second floor to the third floor, the fat man was still nagging, saying that Yi Feiyang was not doing his job, and it was time for him to buy a broken novel and complain about his private money. Yi Feiyang turned his head and gestured to the fat man, signaling him to shut up.

The fat man understood what it meant, so he had to shut up and stick out his tongue.

Mrs. Lawrence, who is a "charter wife", is a good person and never asks for rent in person, but a freak like Yi Feiyang, if you are a bad guy, he is worse than you, and if you are a good person, then he ...... He'll be embarrassed to owe you money. So Yi Feiyang and the fat man took it lightly and tried not to disturb Mrs. Lawrence, who lived on the second floor.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Suddenly, poof!

A melodious serenade-like fart.

The fat man was busy covering his buttocks, "I'm sorry, I stole a big plate of soybean cake in the restaurant before......"

Yi Feiyang danced his fists, like acting in a pantomime.

The fat man sticks out his tongue and pretends to be innocent.

But fortunately, there is no movement in the room on the second floor.

The two continued to move forward quietly.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Seeing that I was about to reach my destination, suddenly, meow!

A cat meow shattered the elaborate silence of the two.

"Oh, shit!" Yi Feiyang scolded fiercely, and the familiar Italian purebred little flower cat in front of him quickly burrowed into the room next to him.

And then, unsurprisingly......

"Is that my dear Yi?" Mrs. Lawrence's kind voice came from the room.

Yi Feiyang had no choice but to scratch his scalp and said with a dry smile: "Yes, it's us." I'm sorry Mrs. Lawrence, but we came back a little late, didn't we wake you up. ”

"Oh no, it's okay." Mrs. Lawrence pushed her wheelchair out of the room, and on her lap the little flower cat was mischievously scratching at Yi Feiyang and them.

"Ahem, that ...... We owe you rent......" Yi Feiyang still decided to confess, "I may have to give you ...... later"

"Oh, it's okay Yi." Mrs. Lawrence laughed, "Although you have not lived here long, I know very well what you are to be ...... For example, if you hadn't helped repair this dilapidated floor, it would have been scrapped long ago. ”

Yi Feiyang shrugged, remembering that he had suffered a lot in order to fix these broken floors in the past. "By the way, Mrs. Lawrence, why don't you sleep at such a late hour?"

"Oh, I'm so happy, I can't sleep, my granddaughter Anne is coming to see me soon! Hehe! Mrs. Lawrence said with a smile.

Yi Feiyang didn't know how to comfort this lonely old lady. Mrs. Lawrence often said things like this, saying that her granddaughter was coming to visit her, and from time to time she told Yi Feiyang about her granddaughter's naughty childhood.

But this granddaughter has never shown up, and Yi Feiyang even wondered if Mrs. Lawrence was old and suffering from delusions, and made up a well-behaved and charming granddaughter.

"Look, Yi, my granddaughter is only a little younger than you, she's a beauty, you can tell from her lovely name, Anne Hathaway, hehe, she dances very well...... Would you like me to introduce you to it? "Mrs. Lawrence liked this Chinese lad very much, and he seemed very charming in both speech and action.

Yi Feiyang knew that the old lady was joking, so he said: "Okay, if she is as charming as you, I promise that I will definitely chase her and let her be my girlfriend!" ”

The fat man lacked eyes and reminded on the side: "We don't have that yet...... What kind of girlfriend are you chasing? ”

Yi Feiyang kicked him, and the fat man woke up and said busily: "You are handsome, you should chase your girlfriend...... Mrs. Lawrence, do you have any granddaughters who would like to introduce me to one as well? ”

Lawrence smiled, "I only have one granddaughter, but I have some fruit salad here, would you like to try it?" ”

"Okay." The fat man was full of joy and was about to rub it inside, Yi Feiyang grabbed him by the collar and brought him back, "No, Mrs. Lawrence, it's late, you can rest early, we have to start work tomorrow!" ”

"Well, Yi, good night."

"Good night."

The fat man was unhappy and muttered in a low voice: "I was fired a long time ago, and I still have a fart job!" ”

As they were leaving, the little flower cat on Mrs. Lawrence's lap meowed again. Yi Feiyang turned around and attacked it fiercely, and the little flower cat slipped into Mrs. Lawrence's arms, and then poked her head out, as if provocative...... Back in his kennel, Yi Feiyang can't wait to flip through Stephen King's novel. Fat people have a wide heart and a fat body, and they sleep with their heads buried.

The reason why Yi Feiyang wants to read Stephen King's novels is mainly to take a look at the model of American horror novels.

However, Yi Feiyang soon discovered that there is a big difference between American novels and Chinese novels, specifically, American novels pay great attention to psychological descriptions.

Yi Feiyang understands that it's okay to make up stories by yourself, but it's okay to write ......

But I can't care so much!

Someone who decided to copy it first investigated Stephen King's creative information in this world, and found that many of his excellent novels had not yet been written.

The information about Stephen King flashed in Yi Feiyang's mind.

It's 1998, that is, next year, his new work "Miracle in the Green Mile" will be put on the big screen and become another classic in Hollywood movies; In addition, there are several dramas such as "Bone Bag", "Flying on the Bullet" and "1408 Phantom Murder", which have not yet been created.

What would happen if I made Stephen King's story into a movie and sold it as a short story?!

It can be said that the three dramas "Bone Bag", "Flying on the Bullet", and "1408 Phantom Murder" were very good at the box office and reputation in the previous life, especially the "1408 Phantom Sakura Murder Room" that Yi Feiyang loved very much, and he watched it no less than five times.

What to do? These three dramas are all very loved, which one is better to rewrite?! Yi Feiyang hesitated for a moment, and finally said, let God decide.

"Point at the soldiers, point at the thieves, and whoever you point to is whoever you are!" Yi Feiyang pointed back and forth in the three plays, and the target he chose the most was --- "1408 Phantom Murder".

The story of the play is that Mike, a horror novelist, likes to venture into haunted places with scientific equipment in order to gather material for writing. This time he chose the Dolphin Hotel, and despite the strong dissuasion of the hotel manager, he stayed in room 1408, where many guests had committed suicide, and then the real horror began......

Just do it.

But immediately Yi Feiyang was sad to find that there was a pen at home, but no paper!

"Oh my God, your mother's! You don't want to play me, do you? I just gave me hope, and now it's hitting me so deeply! But I won't give in, I just want you to see, I'm Yi Feiyang and I must get ahead! Yi Feiyang shook his fist at the thief like thunder, and then began to look around for paper.

Soon, he found a whole bunch of ...... Demand !!

All kinds of reminders of various names, including electricity bills, water bills, gas bills, and telephone bills, in short, a lot of money! These demand notes were left behind by the previous owner and unlucky man; Of course, there are also some of them who are Yi Feiyang and Fatty, although they don't have ID cards or green cards now, but it doesn't prevent people from urging them to pay for them!

Yi Feiyang sighed, look at what kind of life he lives?! I flipped open the back of a reminder and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was snow-white.

"Not bad, at least I can write!" Yi Feiyang decided, this is his own creative manuscript paper!!

A great work is not based on what kind of paper it is born on, but how compelling its story is.

Yi Feiyang comforted himself.

One day, these collection slips full of my stories will be collected by many museums!!