The novelist's home is relatively remote, and the house he lives in is a famously haunted house. No one dares to approach it. Even his editor and family members only dare to communicate with the novelist through electronic devices.
The exterior walls of this haunted house are covered with dark green moss, and the garden is overgrown with weeds. If Jian Yao hadn't known in advance that someone lived here, she would have thought it was a ghost house that had been abandoned for a long time.
Jian Yao used the bunch of keys in her suitcase to open the door of the villa. A strong smell of alcohol hit her face, making Jian Yao frown, and everywhere she looked, there were empty wine bottles.
There were also various glass wine bottles and aluminum cans dumped on the floor. Jian Yao didn't know how to move her feet for a moment. She just felt that she might step on the wine bottles on the ground with every step she took.
She had no choice but to squat down and clear a path for herself. In the process, the glass bottles and aluminum cans made crisp sounds one after another. The sound echoed in this extraordinarily silent room, making it seem a bit strange and eerie.
Jian Yao finally walked to the door of the study room. As soon as she opened the wooden door of the study room, a strong smell of smoke came into the room. Jian Yao coughed a few times uncomfortably and tears filled her eyes.
She had no choice but to cover her mouth and nose, open the heavy curtains in the study room, and open the closed windows to the maximum extent.
The dazzling sunlight outside illuminated the dark study room, and the slightly warm wind blew away the thick smell of smoke in the air.
Jian Yao then moved her hand away from her face, breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned back to carefully observe the study room where the novelist spent most of her time.
The floor and table in the study room were piled with cigarette butts and paper balls. Jian Yao randomly picked up a paper ball and unfolded it. It was filled with scraps of the novel. It seemed that the process of writing a new book by this legendary genius novelist was not easy.
smoothly.
The computer screen on the desk was always on. After Jian Yao entered the password she saw in the information, she successfully entered the computer desktop.
The computer desktop is still stuck on a web page, which is full of malicious comments about the novelist from netizens, including some of the novelist's past fans. Basically, they are saying that the novelist has exhausted his talents and should not boast in order to make money.
These negative comments were relatively normal. There were also other words and pictures that insulted and satirized the novelist. Jian Yao couldn't help but frown after reading them, not to mention how the person in question would feel.
Jian Yao opened the chat software on her computer again. The novelist's most recent chat was with the editor. Some information can be seen from the chat records between them.
The novelist had previously said harshly that he would write a better horror novel than before, but after the words were released, he was not satisfied no matter how he wrote it, and the editor also felt that the novelist was under too much pressure and could not write the original novel.
level, I suggest that novelists take a break recently and stop thinking about writing novels all the time.
But when the novelist saw the "attacks" on him on the Internet, his already sensitive heart was hit even harder. He started drinking and smoking day and night, hoping to find inspiration. However, it can be seen from the current situation that he
The inspiration is like a water source that has dried up, not a drop can flow out.
Jian Yao noticed that there was a leather-covered notebook on the table, which clearly recorded some of the novelist's inspirations and recent dreams.
Some of the words attracted Jian Yao's attention.
[I had a special dream, I need to write it down immediately...]
[In my dream, I seemed to hear a voice coming from afar. I couldn’t explain this voice. None of the sounds I knew could describe it.]
[I dreamed of this voice again. I followed it to a small town. This small town brought me a sense of fear and trembling from the depths of my soul. Yes, this is what I want.
Feel!】
[I saw the name of this town, Lijie Town...]
[I heard it calling me, and I had a hunch that there was the inspiration I needed there, as long as I could go there...]
After Jian Yao read the last paragraph, there was no more record in the notebook. It seems that after writing this paragraph, the novelist went to look for the place that called him in his dream.
But what is the "Lijie Town" mentioned by the novelist here?
Jian Yao immediately entered "Lijie Town" in the search bar, but was told that "the search target does not exist."
If the "Lijie Town" that the novelist dreamed about did not exist in reality, then how would he go to the town that existed in his dream? She believed that there was a high possibility that there would still be information about "Lijie" in this villa.
Town” key information.
Jian Yao wrote down the information found so far in the investigator's notebook and started investigating in the house.
It seems that in order to pursue the inspiration of horror novels, the novelist not only bought such a haunted house, but also basically closed the house with thick black curtains, making the interior feel extremely dark even if the lights were turned on.
Jian Yao doesn't understand. Isn't the novelist afraid of living alone in such a dark and haunted house? Or is he just pursuing this sense of fear?
She had previously found the story behind this haunted house in the study.
A happy family was brutally murdered one night many years ago. The murderer has not yet been found. After that, many strange rumors spread in this villa. Some people said they saw people pointing directly in the window.
A family watching outside said they saw children playing with balls in the corridors and corridors...
In short, due to various rumors, this villa has never been sold until the novelist bought it some time ago. However, it seems that the novelist did not do any decoration, and Jian Yao can still find some tricky corners.
She saw traces of the tragedy that year, but she was curious. Is it true that a family of four had so much bleeding? Residual traces of blood could be seen on almost every floor.
Jian Yao searched all the other rooms in the villa but couldn't find any useful information. Now there is only one place left, which is the basement of the villa. It is said that the bodies of a family of four were dumped in the basement.
The body was not found until the body was decomposed and emitted a stench.
She just opened the door to the basement, and the dust that hit her face made Jian Yao cough several times. She fanned the dust in front of her with one hand, and then she dared to open her eyes and look down. She saw nothing but darkness in the basement.
Can't see clearly.
Jian Yao turned on the flashlight, and the light illuminated the location below. A round toy ball suddenly rolled into Jian Yao's sight.
Obviously there should be no air flow in the basement, and there should be no living people, so...why is this ball moving?
Jian Yao couldn't help but tighten her hand holding the flashlight, her body stiffened subconsciously, her breathing slowed down a little, and she stopped while looking at the ball.
[Option 1: Go down and let them see what it means to be a real ball king! The reward prop "I have a pair of skateboard shoes"*1, after wearing it, the speed and foot strength will increase]
[Option 2: Do naughty children dare to scare me? I will call your parents! The reward skill "I will call your parents" will summon the other party's parents after using it]
