I'm in trouble.

There was a girl named Zhang Yijuan, who was my reader, who read my book "Bugs" and was frightened, and when she saw a stranger, she screamed in horror: "Bugs! Bugs!"

Her mother took me to court.

I also feel sad in my heart, after all, it is a flower girl.

As a defendant, I visited the girl before I appeared in court. It was a very ordinary residential building, and coincidentally, my family lived in 801 and her family lived in 801.

It was Zhang Yijuan's mother who opened the door. Her face was haggard.

She looked at the fruit I was carrying and asked, "Who are you looking for?" "

"Is this Zhang Yijuan's house?"

"Who are you?"

I was ashamed to say, "I'm the author of 'Bugs.'" "

The mother's face suddenly became very ugly, and she said coldly, "Is there something wrong with you?" "

"I'll come and see her ......"

"Can you cure my daughter?" There was a kind of hatred in her eyes: "I tell you, I have decided this case, you are useless!"

With that, she was going to close the door.

I said, "You misunderstood, I just wanted to talk to her, maybe it will help her condition, and the bell still needs to be untied, do you say yes?" "

The mother thought for a moment and dodged away.

I walked in and saw the girl sitting on the bed with a gloomy face, a teddy bear in her arms, and staring at me with blank eyes.

The strange thing is that she yells at everyone she sees, but she doesn't scream when she sees me.

Even though I'm not a psychiatrist, I feel like I can enlighten her.

I sat next to her and said softly, "Yijuan, I am the author of that horror novel "Bugs", and I want to talk to you. "

The mother had been standing in the doorway, looking at me coldly.

I've talked to a lot of readers, but it's the first time I've encountered this kind of situation, this kind of atmosphere. I feel weird.

"All the stories in that book were made up by me. I eat by my imagination. "

The girl was still looking at me like that.

"It turns out that I am also very timid, and when I started writing horror novels, I was very scared, but when I wrote it, my spine straightened. I believe that reading horror novels is the same, if you read too much, you will not be afraid, and you will be familiar with it. "

I try to make my tone seem light.

"As long as the heart is dry, there will be no shadow. Look, how good the sun is outside, I'll take you out to bask in the ......"

She suddenly pointed straight at my face, her gaze seemed to penetrate my eyes, and she saw directly into my brain: "Bugs!"

I looked at her with a smile: "You read it wrong, there are no bugs......"

"There are bugs! Bugs crawling out of your head!"

With that, she jumped to the ground and threw herself into her mother's arms in horror......

In the end, I left her home sadly.

As soon as I went downstairs, I met an old lady, at first glance it was a nosy and enthusiastic old lady, she pulled me aside with her eyebrows, and whispered: "Young man, I live in the opposite door of Zhang's house, just now you knocked on her door, I heard it, let me tell you, the girl of Zhang's family has a history of mental illness, but she doesn't often get sick......"

On the day of the trial, I went.

Hundreds of seats were filled, as well as many media reporters.

The mother hired a surrogate and she herself sat in the plaintiff's seat and cried.

The plaintiff demanded that I compensate Zhang Yijuan for 100,000 yuan for mental damages.

As I defended myself in court, there was a disgruntled uproar in the audience. I know, it was directed at me, and everyone sympathized with the victims.

I didn't say that Zhang Yijuan had a history of mental illness, I have no evidence.

The Tribunal adjourned.

I sat in the dock and didn't move.

After urgent consultation in the collegial hall, the judgment was finally pronounced: the plaintiff claimed 100,000 yuan from the defendant for mental damages, but the court did not support it......

I won, but I'm not in a good mood. I haven't written anything for those days.

Zhang Yijuan is my reader, and she paid her money to buy my books in bookstores with so many books. It's a kind of fate.

But now that something happened, my readers and I immediately became enemies and began to accuse each other and tear each other apart......

Finally, I came to Zhang Yijuan's house again, put the manuscript passbook of the book "Bugs" at the head of Zhang Yijuan's bed, and then left gloomily.

I didn't say it to anyone.

Half a year later, the Beijing People's Radio's Literature and Art Channel, FM 87.6 MHz, began to broadcast my horror novel at midnight.

Then the suburban TV station was inspired to start China's first midnight TV show, which aired my horror novels every Friday night.

The broadcaster's name is Yiwen, and he is also a choreographer.

When he was planning the show, he had a long talk with me and wanted me to give him some ideas.

We met at a bar near the TV station. That bar is called a foul bar, and there are very few people.

There were three people in total, Yiwen, me, and a camera from the TV station.

That day, I was excited, drank a lot, and talked about a lot of ideas.

There are several reasons for this, one is that they pay for the drink, the second is that the camera is a very beautiful woman, and the third is that my horror novels can expand a part of the audience.

To sum up, I have a few points:

For horror stories, the way of broadcasting should be innovative and completely break the tradition. It can't be like a commentary, and it can't be like reciting a beautiful text. We're tired of hearing that tone.

The horror storyteller I imagined should be a kind of dark mouth

Gas......

Yiwen interjected: "What is a dark tone? "