Lu Mingran suddenly spoke up, whispering to Cheng Yungui, "It's like it's a rare vintage Coke from 1982, something especially precious."
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After the late-night snack, it was free time. Cheng Yungui told Lu Mingran that how horribly they died depended on how terrifying the writer's story was.
"I want to rest first." Lu Mingran shook her head, indicating that she did not plan to take any action tonight.
However, Cheng Yungui decided to visit the writer tonight.
The section he was in charge of accepted folk tales of the supernatural, requiring 5,000 to 6,000 words and prohibiting any scenes of humans fighting ghosts. For a long time, one young man had a very high acceptance rate with him, practically becoming a columnist for this section.
Lin Han.
According to the script, he is a melancholic, sickly, and reclusive young man.
Cheng Yungui called him, but he didn't answer. After thinking about it, Cheng Yungui decided to visit him in person.
Lin Han lived in a neighborhood in the city center, a decent location, but somewhat eerie. Cheng Yungui, carrying his favorite snacks, took the elevator to the 24th floor and knocked on the door of apartment 2413.
Thump, thump...
The person eating potato chips inside hurriedly stuffed the food under the bed, then opened the refrigerator, took out frozen ice cubes, and pressed them hard against his face to make it look bloodless.
After all this was done, the man opened the door.
"Editor Cheng?"
Looking at the thin young man in front of him, Cheng Yungui smiled and said, "I've come to see you."
The young man didn't say much, but led him into the house. Interestingly, the floor was wet and slippery, and one could easily slip and fall if not careful.
Cheng Yungui couldn't help but connect the water with supernatural events, and the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. Lin Han, on the other hand, remained calm, pointed to the cushion behind the coffee table, and told him to sit down.
So far, Lin Han, with his heavy dark circles, aloofness, and silence, perfectly matches Cheng Yungui's understanding of him in the script.
However, after two minutes, Cheng Yungui felt that the person in front of him seemed to have changed a little.
Lin Han's pale face gradually regained color; to be precise, after a short while, he was radiant, with his skin glowing and healthy.
So healthy, really.
Little did Cheng Yungui know that at that moment, Lin Han was hearing someone complaining in his ear:
"Host, you're a sickly beauty who can eat three large pork knuckles in one meal!"
Lin Han ignored the man's sarcastic remark, hugged his knees, and said quietly to Cheng Yungui:
Do you know why I didn't answer your calls? I was afraid you'd say you wanted to come see me.
"Cough cough."
Lin Han coughed twice and whispered:
"My illness is a bit unusual, and I'm afraid it will scare you if I tell you."
Cheng Yungui forced himself to remain calm: "It's alright, go ahead and say it."
"My health improves when someone gets close to me."
Lin Han smiled slightly:
"Absorbing Yang to replenish Yang".
Cheng Yungui: "..." Suddenly felt a chill on his body.
As Cheng Yungui's facial expressions began to spiral out of control, Lin Han considerately said:
"Of course, it's also about replenishing yin and yang. Don't worry about that. This disease isn't picky about food; it can be treated with anything. I can do it all."
Author's Note: One more chapter to go!
Chapter 66 Want to find the heart? No way (2)
Cheng Yungui really wanted to say that he hoped you would be a little picky about food and just focus on yin-yang balance.
But given how impolite those words were, Cheng Yungui swallowed them, gave an awkward smile, and backed away until his back hit the wall.
Lin Han didn't mind his behavior. He was holding a can of cola when he suddenly looked down and asked, "Is the magazine going to stop publishing?"
"I heard about it."
Indeed, for a writer like him, this kind of news would be a huge blow.
Cheng Yungui nodded: "Yes, we are currently working on the final issue."
They didn't spread the news. Instead, they released a new call for submissions, which, unlike the previous ones, included a joking remark: "True stories are preferred."
The words came true.
How can fake stories become real? By making these stories happen to the editors themselves, of course.
Across from him, Lin Han kept his head down, and Cheng Yungui couldn't quite make out his expression. Just as Cheng Yungui was wondering whether he should say a few words of comfort, the man spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
"I understand, this is the last episode, right?"
"I will do my best to bring my innovative style to this magazine."
Cheng Yungui was deeply moved and somewhat emotional.
What he didn't know was that Lin Han was thinking to himself:
I will try my best to create a new style that will allow you to relax.
It's late at night; it's best not to stay too long near someone who might be using your yang energy to replenish it. Cheng Yungui stood up:
"Then I won't disturb your rest."
Lin Han was quite an oddball; he simply grunted in response and didn't even offer to see Cheng Yungui off.
As Cheng Yungui walked into the stairwell, he felt a pair of blood-red eyes secretly watching him in the darkness.
He knew that they were from the Earl's side.
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That night, Cheng Yungui remembered Lin Han's mention of a new style and studied his previous works. Although he had done many missions before, he was still terrified and even sent a message to a friend.
"It's even scarier than seeing Senior Xiao Tao's dinosaur pajamas."
The reply came quickly, and Cheng Yungui thought he would see a screen full of "hahahahahaha", but the other party sent a question mark instead.
Another reply followed immediately: "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Well……"
Cheng Yungui typed the message, then deleted it, and finally replied, "It's okay, go to sleep."
Perhaps because he was too tired, Cheng Yungui actually fell asleep after lying down on the bed and even had a dream.
A dream within a dream. In this world, this is considered a very dangerous thing.
In his dream, it was still that rainy night, and he was still sitting on horseback. The scenes and plot continued like a TV series. Lu Mingran carried him at breakneck speed, finally stopping in front of a farmer's house.
The room was lit by a fire, but there was no one else inside.
"Come in and warm yourself by the fire."
Lu Mingran's voice suddenly became rougher, and it even had a strange, translator's tone:
"For God's sake, good heavens, there have been too many outrageous things happening lately. The Countess gave birth to a baby, and they say the child is an omen of bad luck!"
After saying that, Lu Mingran couldn't help but laugh first, and said to Cheng Yungui, "We meet again."
Lu Mingran planned to guide Cheng Yungui in her dream to throw away the two dice in his pocket, so that his life would be peaceful from then on.
Logically speaking, nothing went wrong, but why was Cheng Yungui looking at him strangely?
Lu Mingran temporarily ignored Cheng Yungui's gaze, spread out the dry and warm hay, and sat down first. Then, Cheng Yungui sat down next to him.
“I didn’t expect to dream while doing a dungeon,” Cheng Yungui said, reaching out his hand. The campfire in his dream didn’t bring the warmth it should have. “By the way, did you enter my dream this time because you were worried about me?”
The people next to them nodded in agreement.
"But I've always felt that you've been acting a bit strange ever since we entered this instance."
After saying that, Cheng Yungui suddenly asked him, "Dinosaur pajamas?"
“?” Lu Mingran was stunned.
Why are you suddenly asking this out of the blue?
A moment later, Lu Mingran said hesitantly:
"Should I politely 'hah'?"
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"hiss--"
In the morning, Lin Han sat up and rubbed his hair and nose.
After sitting on the bed and waking up for a while, Lu Mingran remembered what Cheng Yungui had said last night.
To say he's weird or strange?
It seems that someone failed to fulfill their responsibilities.
But that's understandable, since he was Cheng Yungui's true friend, and his name happened to be a homophone of Lu Mingran's. However, he naturally didn't have the memories of the previous instance, and sometimes Lu Mingran had to rely on the system to intervene in his consciousness to play her part well.
From now on, return Cheng Yungui's friends to him, and then do what you should do most.
Lu Mingran opened her phone's map app and looked up directions to the office building where the "One Night of Horror" magazine was located.
Today, he is going here.
This office building is built in a strange way; it's built at an angle, with the entrance facing the intersection of roads. It's said that the ghosts of those who died in traffic accidents are happy to go in and wander around.
There were no ghosts today, but there was a crazy, bespectacled man who went around grabbing people and telling them they were eating corpses. A security guard who was having breakfast threw him out.
The man bumped into Lin Han and brushed past him. After giving the man a sympathetic look, Lin Han entered the elevator and pressed the button for the second basement level.
As the elevator descended, a voice faintly rang in Lin Han's ears.
Thump, thump, that's the heartbeat of the evil dragon, a curse from the Dalabeng Nicholas family.