Mo Shouchen fell asleep after five o'clock in the morning, so he slept until the afternoon.

After getting up, he turned on the computer while eating instant noodles, and clicked on the story posted online yesterday. Unexpectedly, there were dozens of comments below.

"Old Master, I'm talking about you. I was sleepy just now, but after reading your story, I'm not sleepy at all now. Please give me sleep!"

"Is this story about the abandoned building in Beishan Mental Hospital? My family lives nearby and I want to move!"

"Help, I heard water dripping in my bathroom. Could it be a ghost? I didn't lie. Please be patient."

"It's dead upstairs. Let's all observe a minute of silence. Okay, after the ceremony, I'm going to wash the sheets."

"Original, hurry up and update. What happened next? Was your little penis bitten off by a ghost?"

Mo Shouchen read all the comments one by one. Although most of them were complaints, and there were even a few vicious insults, he could still see from them that these people recognized the story.

For an author, what they want most is the recognition and support of readers, which is also the motivation for them to persevere.

Um……

Of course, a little royalties are also essential^-^

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A week has passed since the script of "The Wrongful Soul on a Rainy Night" was released, but Black Book still has not released a new script task, but Mo Shouchen has gained something in the past few days.

Just last night, the story of "Injustice on the Rainy Night" entered the most thrilling stage. His post was set as a featured post by the administrator the next day, and now it has over a thousand comments. Anyone who wants to contact him to sign a contract

There was an endless stream of private messages.

Mo Shouchen has been writing online novels for almost two years, and Mo Shouchen has never had such a sense of accomplishment as he does now. I have to say that the skill of immersive writing is simply tailor-made for him.

Of course, the surprise was not just that, Mo Shouchen also found that the fear value in the black book had increased to more than 200 points. In the past two days, except for writing a book in the middle of the night, he had never had any horrific experiences. The extra fear

Where does the value come from?

After pondering for two days, he finally came to the conclusion that the fright that readers get when reading horror stories written by himself can also be converted into fear value.

However, this conversion rate is relatively low. Judging from the number of clicks displayed on the web page, it takes about hundreds of people to view it before it can be converted into a little fear value.

Although the conversion rate is not high, as long as horror stories are updated continuously, more and more readers will be attracted, and the frights these readers will receive when reading the stories will provide a steady stream of fear value. In this way, there is no need to

I am worried about the appearance fee of my aunt Su Ya again.

People are in high spirits during happy events, so Mo Shouchen decided not to order takeout tonight, but to go out for a good meal. However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as he walked out of the gate of the community, several people gathered around him.

"Are you Mo Shouchen?" the short-haired man in the lead asked.

"I'm not, you got the wrong person."

Mo Shouchen responded casually, and then prepared to continue walking forward, but as soon as he took two steps, the short-haired man hugged him, then took out his mobile phone and looked at the photo on it, and said, "No? What about you and this photo?"

The photos look quite similar, don't tell me he is your twin brother."

After saying that, the short-haired man didn't give Mo Shouchen a chance to refute, and directly twisted his arm behind his back, and then led him towards a car at the intersection.

Mo Shouchen secretly complained. His hands were twisted and he couldn't take adrenaline at all. And even if he could take it, there would be so many people on the other side, so he wouldn't be able to gain any advantage in the fight. It would be over now. He just didn't know this group.

Was this person sent by Fang Shiteng or Qian Zongtian?

Just when Mo Shouchen was about to be put into the car, three more cars drove over and immediately surrounded the short-haired man's car. More than ten people got out of the car, and the first one to bear the brunt was Mo Shouchen's boss.

Meet me, Lao Yao.

"We want this person."

Lao Yao still has that coquettish look, but the bruise on his right eye looks a bit funny.

The short-haired man looked gloomy and said coldly: "Do you know who we are?"

"I don't care who you are, please hand them over to us quickly, or we will bury you all here today!"

Seeing the tense posture of the two groups, Mo Shouchen wished that they would fight so that he could find a chance to escape.

But just as he had this idea, he saw Lao Yao saying to a few people behind him: "This kid is very tricky. There will be a fight soon. You guys, keep an eye on him and don't let him get away!"

Damn, when did this idiot become so cautious?

There were few people on the short-haired man's side, so he would definitely suffer a loss in the fight, so he had to change his tone and said in a more polite tone: "We are sent by Qian Zongtian, Master Qian. We are all here to help others, so there is no need to hurt the harmony, so

Well, let’s save the money and treat a few of them to dinner another day, so we can all make friends.”

The short-haired man thought that when he told Qian Zongtian, the other party would give up. Unexpectedly, Lao Yao spit on the ground and said contemptuously: "Who was I at that time? I turned out to be the prodigal son of Lao Qian's family. When?"

In the north of the city, is it your turn to be arrogant?"

"you……"

"What are you doing? Go back and tell Qian Zongtian not to wander around in the north of the city anymore. Be careful not to miss his kidney-deficient waist!"

"Are you from Fang Shiteng?"

"You don't care who I am, either I have to fight to see who has the tougher bones, or you can hand him over to us and get out of here, stop bitching here and talking nonsense to me!"

The short-haired man sneered: "I heard that Fang Shiteng has been involved in a life-threatening lawsuit recently. I guess he will have to be skinned this time even if he doesn't die. I advise you to quickly abandon the dark side and join the bright side. Take this opportunity to join our family. We have little money. You will definitely benefit from it."

!”

"Fart!" Lao Yao stepped forward and grabbed the short-haired man by the collar, "If you dare to say another nonsense, believe it or not, I will break out all your teeth!"

Although they were both leaders, Lao Yao was obviously stronger than the short-haired man in terms of momentum and size, so after weighing the pros and cons, the short-haired man had no choice but to compromise. He let go of Mo Shouchen, and then in response to the boos from Lao Yao's side

Zhong got into his car with a gloomy look on his face.

"Haha, you dare to play rough tricks with me on my territory. I'm really tired of living!"

Lao Yao touched his bald head, then walked up to Mo Shouchen and lifted him up with one hand.

"Boy, let me see where you go this time!"
Chapter completed!