I'm Youyu, I'm sorry I'm going to start this way! The story I'm going to tell today is called "Absolute Horror"!

Finally, an editorial office was willing to let me work with them to write horror short stories, and this opportunity was really too difficult for me, and I was thinking hard every day, hoping to be able to use words to give my "food and clothing" every day Dear readers and friends present more and better excellent works, so I will create a few manuscripts every day, submit them to the editor-in-chief for review, and then publish them for readers to watch, I can say with certainty that every story of mine is written by me very carefully and with all my heart! But today I was once again invited to the office by the editor-in-chief.

To my surprise, this time the editor-in-chief did not get angry with me, but chatted with me earnestly.

"Do you remember how long you've been in our editorial office?"

"It's probably less than half a month."

"Do you remember how many works you wrote?"

"Thirty or so"

"Very good, the young man has a very good brain, and the manuscript is also well written, I just thought, you are a smart and talented young man with rich imagination, is it a little condescending in a small editorial department like ours, why don't you change to a place that is more suitable for you?"

I am not a fool, this kind of remark that even a fool can understand, of course I will not fail to understand, the editor-in-chief means that he and I will dismiss my "squid", why should I be dismissed after doing my best? I asked the editor-in-chief the same question, and the editor-in-chief did not answer me immediately, but moved the computer screen on his desk to my side: "This is the reader's evaluation of reading your opinion, you can see for yourself, and give me a reasonable explanation after reading it."

"Editor-in-chief: There are hundreds of them here, and I won't be able to read them for a while!"

"That's okay, I've read it all, I'll tell you, readers say that the horrors you wrote, the whole article is like making up the number of words, there is no description of ghosts at all, and there are many readers who report that they can't understand what you write, and many of them don't have an ending, the most important thing is that they have a common point of view about what you write, that is, the horror you write is not scary at all, please give me the most reasonable explanation of these questions of readers, I only give you one minute, the explanation can't satisfy me, then you get out of nowThe timer begins!"

Okay, I'll give you a reasonable explanation: ghosts are originally illusory things, they are people's imagination, and everyone knows that there are no ghosts at all in reality, so my writing style is to leave a little more room for everyone to imagine, and now many of them are like this, and the ending is not complete, and there is suspense, otherwise there is a beginning and an end and you will forget it, so what's the point? My portrayal is just more in-depth and delicate, and I just use too much of a funny style, I

Is there a mistake in letting everyone find happiness in reading? And what is there to describe ghosts, ghosts are the souls of people after death, and their appearance should be no different from our normal people, since they are no different, what do I write about them? Say that mine is not terrifying, so good, editor-in-chief, what will you tell me that will make you feel terrible? It's your wife, right? It's your boss, right? But they're all alive, and here's a ghost story, what am I writing about so many living people!! I don't know if you're satisfied with this explanation?

"Okay, I admit that your eloquence is really good, but the reader is our 'food and clothing', since you can't meet their requirements, you can only roll up and go home, don't say that I didn't give you a chance, so I'll give you three days for you to write me a manuscript that can make me feel scared and scared, remember that what I want is absolute horror."

Three days, to be honest, is long enough, but what kind of ghost story can be absolutely terrifying, scary, and preferably scared to death? I feel very happy when I think of the editor-in-chief looking at my manuscript with wide eyes, sweating all over my body, and my face being pale, but how can I make the text achieve this effect, unless the text is magical, it will really turn into a ghost and pinch people, so I feel that even if the content is a "garbage" manuscript, it can definitely be absolutely terrifying!

I sat at home and meditated all day, but I still couldn't write a word. This is a major event related to whether my favorite job can be kept, I must not be sloppy, and every step must be very cautious, but the level of appreciation of readers is so high now, there are countless excellent writers and excellent works of the same kind, if the brand is estimated to be ranked 3019, I will not be ranked!

"What kind of story is absolutely terrifying?" I kept thinking about this question in my mind, and if I closed my eyes during the day and at night, the editor-in-chief was urging me to write a manuscript, otherwise I would be told to fuck off!

The next day, I spent the whole day thinking and writing a lot of manuscripts, but in the end I threw them into the "garbage can", could it be that I, such a smart young man, couldn't write a manuscript? I kept scratching at my hair until my hair was about to be scratched off, and my whole head was like a "chicken nest", and I still didn't have a clue.

In the past, when my "thoughts" were exhausted, I would find a horror book and put it under my pillow, so that I could have a lot of terrifying dreams, from which I could find countless creative inspirations, and in desperation, I had to try my luck with this trick, hoping that the probability of a blind cat hitting a dead mouse would come to my head.

When I woke up, it was already noon on the third day, and if I couldn't submit the manuscript today or tomorrow, I wouldn't have a job, and if I didn't work, I wouldn't have anything to eat, and if I didn't have anything to eat, I would starve to death! Last night's dream was a mess, maybe this requirement was too harsh, and I used to be fierce and vicious in my dreams

The ghosts, last night, knelt down in front of me collectively, saying such a thing, "The concubine can't do it!", nothing is reliable, the most reliable is only yourself.

Time is still passing a little bit, in a blink of an eye it is already half past eight o'clock in the evening, the editor-in-chief is probably having dinner and is bored and has nothing to do, and even called to remind me that I should hand in the manuscript tomorrow, and I use him to remind me, my time these days is calculated by the second, every moment and every minute and every second I am thinking about the manuscript, but why can't I write a word!

For three days in a row, I felt like three years, I felt like I was decadent into a little old man in an instant, it was already half past two in the morning, and I still didn't think about what to write, so I just didn't write it, why put so much pressure on myself, I didn't have a place to stay here, why hang myself so persistently on a crooked neck tree.

Thinking of this, I walked out of the room and walked aimlessly on the street, feeling very refreshing and comfortable with the night breeze. At this time, there were not many pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and it seemed very quiet, I thought that I was the only one on the road, but who knew that there would be a car suddenly speeding past me: "Damn!

On the fourth day, I didn't go to the editorial office all day, and in the evening, when I waited at the entrance of the editorial department for the editor-in-chief to come out of work, I handed over the manuscript to him, and when I looked tired, the editor-in-chief smiled at me and said, "Look at your appearance, it's really hard to work hard these days! Okay, take the manuscript back, I won't read it, and write the manuscript well in the future, write your own style! I'll take care of everything for you!"

I refused the editor-in-chief's kindness, and I didn't go to the editor again, not because I was willing to give up the job I loved, but because the car last night didn't over, but directly pressed against me, and what I handed over to the editor-in-chief was just a blank slate, and if he still said that it wasn't scary, then I'll take my head off and let you see it.

(End of chapter).

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