Doomsday begins with a nightmare

Meeting the novelist is a must.

The three most famous patients in the 4th ward, novelist, god and wise man, now only the novelist may be real, and the other two patients probably do not exist.

In this case, you must contact the novelist.

Ten minutes later, the queue arrived.

This room is bigger than Lin Mo imagined.

very special.

The special feature is the light inside.

very dark.

It was so dark that I could only see a dilapidated table and a person lying on the table writing hard.

A candle as thick as an arm was burning on the table.

The candle's light can only affect the area less than two meters around the table, and the area beyond is completely in pitch darkness.So in fact, Lin Mo couldn't see how big the room was, but he just felt that the room was very big.

Obviously this house is not ordinary.

The whole room was enveloped by a powerful spiritual force.

Lin Mo has seen so many mental illnesses, but the mental power in this room is the strongest, so strong that it can already distort the surrounding environment.

"interesting!"

This is what my mother said.

It's just through Lin Mo's mouth.

The person behind the desk who is writing something with a pen should be a novelist.

The other party's hair was messed up, and he was wearing glasses as thick as a glass bottle, as if he was worried about something.

"Which story do you want to go to, what role do you play, say it yourself, and let me know after you decide."

The novelist doesn't even look up.

It is estimated that they are conceiving a new story.

The rules here for the novelist, the patients outside have already told Lin Mo, so Lin Mo knows that the most taboo thing here is talking nonsense.

The point is to get straight to the point, and just say what kind of 'experience' you want.

Just say it, and the novelist will arrange it.

Lin Mo had already thought about what to say just now.

"It's this room, play you, and I'll be a novelist too, okay?"

If you want to understand a person, that is to learn how to speak and do things in the other person's territory.

Lin Mo is going to do it now.

Lin Mo didn't care if anyone had raised this request before, but he made it anyway, to see if the novelist could help him achieve his wish.

The novelist who had been conceiving the plot heard this request, stopped the pen in his hand, and looked up at Lin Mo.

"Okay, close your eyes."

The novelist said something.

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

"Open it!"

A voice came, which seemed to be far away.

Opening his eyes again, Lin Mo found that he was already sitting on a chair. In front of him was the table in the novel. On the table were paper and pens, and the candle as thick as an arm.

The candle's flame could only illuminate the table and the surrounding area less than two meters away, and outside, it was pitch black.

Lin Mo has a good memory.

He glanced at the table.

Basically, it was exactly the same as what he saw on the novelist's desk before, but there was one more thing.

A few pages of paper filled with words.

Lin Mo picked it up and read.

“…I’m a horror novelist, and I’m trying to conceive a horror novel about a lunatic asylum recently, but I’ve hit a wall, and my mind is blank as to what to do next. Creation is like this, like a cookie box, sometimes It's full, sometimes it's empty..."

"... Tonight I was conceiving the plot as usual, but soon, I found that in the dark, there seemed to be something terrifying peeping at me... I felt fear, because I was sure that there was indeed a scary thing in the dark. Things exist, they are approaching me..."

Probably these contents.

Lin Mo understands that these few pages are the 'script' and what he will experience soon.

This is a plot written by a novelist.

Now, Lin Mo's role is that of a novelist.

"I don't know if this is a made-up, or it happened in real life. If it happened in real life, it would be interesting."

Lin Mo mumbled.

He will not foolishly follow the direction of the 'script'.

He does things and never plays cards according to routines.

Not taking the usual path is his motto.

After all, he didn't really come to experience this kind of plot.

Lin Mo reached out and touched his back, pulled out the brick, shook it, and flames burst out, but strangely, the flame on the brick seemed to be suppressed, and the light source could not be released at all.

That is to say, fire is fire, but the light cannot be emitted.

"Can it still be like this?"

Lin Mo was taken aback.

Then his eyes moved to the arm-thick candle on the table.

After a while, Lin Mo started to explore the room with the severed candle in his hand.

Because of some kind of strong rule, no light source can be illuminated in this room, so basically the people involved in this horror story can only be limited to this table.

And in the dark, there are really scary monsters.

Because it is very clear in the plot on the table.

If the plot says yes, then there must be, no matter how weird and unbelievable what is said above, then this thing will still happen.

That's the beauty of horror fiction.

This is the second time Lin Mo has experienced horror novels, so he is well aware of the power of this kind.

Since the rules of the novel say that other light sources are not allowed, well, the only light source can only be removed.

Lin Mo had already thought about it just now.

If he couldn't cut off the candle, then he planned to carry the table to explore.

After all, it didn't say in the novel that you can't walk around with a table on your shoulders.

What Lin Mo asked the novelist before was to be in your house.

This is the premise.

Looking at it now, the novelist is indeed very particular, and this is indeed his house.

Because Lin Mo found two rows of bookcases at the back, and there seemed to be something terrifying hidden on the bookcases made of black wood.Under the candlelight, there seemed to be a monster crouching on the top of the bookshelf.

Lin Mo ignored the monster.

Anyway, he holds a knife, and he will chop whoever comes over.

afraid?

What a joke, Lin Mo doesn't know what it means to be afraid.

If you want to be afraid, the other party is also afraid.

There are various manuscripts on the bookcase.

And it has been categorized.

Lin Mo looked at it by candlelight and found that there was a row of books marked 'First Ward' under it.

"The first ward?"

Lin Mo didn't expect to see something about the first ward in the novelist's room, and it seemed that the novelist had created many stories about the first ward.

Pick up a manuscript and look through it.

In an instant, Lin Mo's pupils shrank.

At the same moment, from the opposite side of the bookshelf, a grimace appeared in the gap between the books.

The other party was watching Lin Mo.

It turned out that Lin Mo was the same as if he hadn't seen it.

The grimace then reached out and grabbed Lin Mo's ankle.

Caught.

It stands to reason that the other party would jump up in fright.

But Lin Mo was terribly calm. The next moment, he raised the knife and cut off the ghost's hand with a click.

"Are you sick? Don't bother me with my studies, okay?"

Chapter 0519 I understand what the businessman wants to do

Lin Mo has never learned any sword skills.

But the speed with which he uses the knife is extremely fast, many times the opponent has not reacted, and his knife has already slashed over.

The grimace on the opposite side had all his hands broken, and it took a while to react, and hastily retreated into the darkness, not daring to come out again.

Lin Mo kicked the severed hand aside, and then continued to read the manuscript.

He looked extremely engaged.

Also very quickly.

He reads through a few pages of the manuscript in a few minutes, and immediately picks up the next one.

In this dark room, Lin Mo is studying selflessly with the help of the faint candlelight. If his middle school teacher saw this scene, he might feel relieved, and even said, if your boy worked half as hard as he does now when he was in school, Definitely get into a good university.

The silence lasted for a while, and things in the darkness began to stir again.

After all, this is a specific novel world, and the plot of the novel is limited. There will be various monsters here, and they will come out to attack the novelist.

Lin Mo is now playing the role of a novelist.

"Xiao Yu!" Lin Mo called out.

The next moment, beside him was a tall girl in a black dress.

Next, Lin Mo doesn't need to give orders, Xiao Yu knows what to do, after all, they already have a tacit understanding.This kind of tacit understanding made Xiao Yu choose to take the initiative instead of staying by Lin Mo's side.

As the black dress enters the darkness, there are often strange sounds in the house.

The occasional screams were either the sound of bones breaking, or the sound of some kind of liquid dripping.

Lin Mo still reads the novel without looking up, very absorbed.

Occasionally, I would look away, either to take other novel manuscripts, or to take a look at the large candle.

Lin Mo found that the burning speed of the candle increased.

Judging from the current speed, maybe half an hour later, this arm-thin candle will burn out.

This is not good news.

He has only read a very small part of the manuscripts on the bookshelf. If he wants to read them all, let alone half an hour, even a day may not be enough for him.

So Lin Mo knew very well that it was impossible for him to read all the manuscripts.