In fact, although the name Xingtian was specially used to write ghost stories, he actually didn't write too many ghost stories. His stories were not pure ghost stories.

If you count the unfinished one, it's 9.

Lin Chengbu had never read such stories very much, what the hell, resentment, not fear, but sadness.

What Xingtian wrote, each ghost has a painful past, dark and despairing, people feel very depressed when they read it, and they feel that death is their only way out.

But although he didn't want to read it, he still read it, not only read it, but read it once or twice, anyway, he would take it out and read it a few times. Or the mood of the people in the story.

After watching for a while, Lin Chengbu picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Ni'er," he said in a series of words as soon as the other side answered the phone, "Ni'er, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up, don't hang up..."

"You just hung up!" Xiao Ni said angrily over there.

"I have something I want to ask you," Lin Chengbu smiled, "I'll go to your mall to find you later?"

"No time," Xiao Ni refused, "really, don't come to me, I'm so annoying when I see you, you're going to be crazy, you know!"

"I'll be there at 11 o'clock, let's have dinner together at noon." Lin Chengbu looked at the time.

"Did you hear what I said!" Shawnee shouted, "Don't come!"

"Then it's settled," Lin Chengbu stood up, "see you later."

Xiao Ni was still shouting something on the phone, but he didn't listen and hung up the phone.

There have been several heavy rains in the past two days, and the temperature has dropped a little. Lin Chengbu took out a beautiful glass bottle from the refrigerator and went out the door.

It felt like the weather was fine today, but after hesitating, he turned his head back and brought an umbrella.

The black umbrella has a long handle and a big hook, and it is huge.

Every time he took this umbrella, he felt that he might not be a ghost, but he could be impermanent.

There are promotions for the anniversary of the shopping mall in the past two days, which is very lively.

When Lin Cheng walked across the first floor, he saw a discounted pot set and wanted to squeeze in and buy a set, but he was afraid that Xiao Ni would run away after get off work, so he had to glance and leave.

He has always liked things made of stainless steel and glass, whether they are pots and pans or all kinds of practical and impractical ornaments and gadgets, he wants to buy them when he sees them.

Most of them will not be used after they are bought, and they are all kept there as collections.

"I told you to stop looking for me," Xiao Ni said in a low voice as soon as she came out of the office of the personnel department of the mall, "Lin Chengbu, if this goes on, you should really see a doctor!"

"I don't ask anything else," Lin Chengbu handed her the glass bottle, "Exchange, beef jerky, just made..."

"In exchange for what to do." When Xiao Ni saw the beef jerky, her attitude was not so firm. Although she still frowned, she quickly reached out and took the bottle.

"Cut the beef into small pieces and dry it until it is 80% dry, then pop the meat and pepper together with oil, and put the oil and meat together in a bottle. Adding white sesame seeds will make it more fragrant," Lin Chengbu said quickly, " You don't need me to teach you how to eat it, if you can't finish it in three or four days, pour it out and pop it again."

"So simple?" Xiao Ni looked at the beef jerky in the bottle.

"There are no complicated dishes in this world," Lin Chengbu glanced at her, his speech suddenly slowed down, and his tone became deeper, "The simpler it is, the more authentic it is, it just depends on how you do it. ."

Xiao Ni waved her hand: "Okay, don't scatter and recite... What do you want to ask?"

"Where was he before he wrote "Lingguang"? Or where did he get the material?" Lin Chengbu returned to his normal tone.

"I'm really not sure about this," Xiao Ni frowned again, "he didn't have much contact with me for a while...it might be...I'm not sure, it might be the Third Hospital or Anning Hospital, he Probably rented a house nearby."

"Okay, I got it, thank you." Lin Chengbu nodded.

The Third Hospital and Anning Hospital are both mental hospitals, which can be confirmed with the fact that several ghosts in the story have mental problems or mental illnesses.

"Chengbu, it's almost done," Xiao Ni took two steps to the office and stopped to look at him, "Don't make yourself too..."

"Don't worry, it's impossible," Lin Chengbu smiled, turned around and entered the fire escape, then leaned out half of his body to wave at Xiao Ni and snapped his fingers, "I'm not an ordinary person."

I am an arrogant person.

He jumped three steps up a flight of stairs, feeling like he was going to the sky.

After going down two floors, remembered that this is the seventh floor of the shopping mall, and it is more suitable to take the elevator.

Yuan Wu felt that since Lin Chengbu came, he had been sleeping poorly, and would have dreams that he would forget when he woke up in the morning, or dreams that were directly awakened by fright.

But after a few minutes, I was woken up because of the fright, and I soon lost track of it.

This summer, Yuan Wu clicked his tongue, and his brains were dried out.

He took off his clothes and stood naked in the water, wondering if the bubble water could activate his brain.

Today, he finally released the newly written story. There is only one poor chapter. He couldn't bear to read the readers' comments under the article, and went directly to the East Bay with the fool's boat.

Or Dongwan, there is no one, no big head, and no Lin Chengbu, which makes him feel at ease.

After standing for a while, he looked down at the water. Under the scorching sun, the water just below his ankles was not cool at all, with the damp heat unique to summer.

A person who is afraid of water and only dares to stand by the river to soak his feet, why should he strip naked as if he has to swim for an hour...

He sighed, still hot.

In fact, if you want to cool down, just take three steps forward.

The color of the water did not change significantly, but Yuan Wu knew that the depth of the water was at least two meters, just because the water was very clear and there were layers of aquatic plants underneath, the actual depth could not be seen from the water surface.

Those who drowned in the East Bay almost always underestimated the depth of the water and the power of aquatic plants.

Yuan Wu stared at the water plants swaying in the water for a while, then slowly retreated to the shore, and when his feet stepped on the soil wrapped in grass roots and twigs, the fear in his heart slowly dissipated.

He silently put on his clothes and sat back under the tree.

The efficiency was not bad today, and he wrote a chapter before the laptop ran out of electricity.

When the fool came to pick him up on a boat, he was leaning against the locust tree and weaving a hat with the rattan and straw beside him.

The fool laughed when he saw it, and took off the hat on his head to give it to him.

"No, I'm not used to wearing a straw hat, it covers too much and I can't see the surroundings," Yuan Wu got on the boat and looked at the oddly shaped bowl in his hand, "I'm just doing it for fun."

The fool put on his hat and pointed to the sun above his head.

"I kind of like basking in the sun," Yuan Wu leaned on the cow's butt, raised his head, the sun shone a dazzling white light, and he couldn't see anything clearly, only vaguely saw flies flying from the cow's back up, hovering over his face, "I feel safe in the sun."

The fool smiled and propped the boat into the reeds.

This patch of reeds can only be found by those who come here by boat every day to farm. Yuan Wu, even if he has been here countless times with a fool, still doesn't know where to turn and where to turn.

To him, all reeds look alike.

When the boat traveled through the reeds, he would have the thrill of exploration, the unknown, the vague unease, depression, and finally the joy of sighing a sigh of relief when he finally got out of the confusion and saw the wide water surface.

And...the irritability of seeing a ghost sitting on the bow of his boat and playing with his feet.

"Where have you been?" Lin Chengbu followed him from the bow to the stern.

"Hide the ghost." Yuan Wu entered the cabin and pointed back at Lin Chengbu's feet when he was about to follow.

Lin Chengbu stopped and looked at his feet: "You need to take off your shoes, right?"

"No," Yuan Wu plugged in the laptop's power supply to charge, "it's not allowed to enter."

"Okay," Lin Chengbu sat down by the door at the stern, "Have you eaten yet?"

In summer, the weather is hot, and it gets dark late, so Yuan Wu often forgets to eat, but now Lin Chengbu asked, and he noticed that he was very hungry.

"Let me cook you two dishes," Lin Chengbu said, "Let's have a drink?"

"I have no food here." Yuan Wu said.

"I know you don't have food here," Lin Chengbu patted beside him, "I have it here."

Only then did Yuan Wu realize that there was a large travel bag next to the small table at the stern of the boat. He immediately wanted to go to the door to get a knife: "Did you bring all your luggage?"

"No, we ghosts don't need luggage, we can change our equipment by turning around in a circle," Lin Chengbu opened the bag, "I'm full of..."

"Then you turn around." Yuan Wu said.

"Huh?" Lin Chengbu was stunned, "What?"

"Turn around and change your outfit to see me." Yuan Wu blew the locks of hair in front of his eyes and stared at him.

"Do you want to see it?" Lin Chengbu asked.

"I want to see." Yuan Wu crossed his arms.

"Let's eat first," Lin Chengbu pulled the bag awkwardly, "Look, I brought it..."

"Look now." Yuan Wu interrupted him.

Lin Chengbu squatted in front of the bag and didn't speak, as if he was lost in thought.

Yuan Wu didn't rush him any more, sat down and leaned on the cushion, took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator next to him, took a sip, and lit a cigarette.

"Okay," Lin Chengbu finally stood up as if he had made up his mind, "but you have to keep it a secret, no one has ever seen me like this, you can't say it."

"Yeah." Yuan Wu responded.

"If you say it, you will be cast into a pig's fetus." Lin Chengbu added.

"Turn around!" Yuan Wu roared.

Lin Chengbu took a step to the side, and then started to circle.

After two turns, nothing changed.

"Three...four..." Yuan Wu helped him count, "Are you not skilled enough?"

Lin Chengbu didn't answer him, and when he turned to the sixth lap, he suddenly raised his hand and took off his T-shirt.

"Fuck." Yuan Wuzheng took a sip of Coke and choked.

"Did you see it!" Lin Chengbu threw his t-shirt on the boat, and continued to take off his flowery pants while turning, "I've changed my equipment!"

"Your uncle," Yuan Wu got up and closed the back door, "I'll call you 120 and go back to the third hospital."

"Why the third hospital?" Lin Cheng stepped on the glass window of the cabin door.

"Because it's close." Yuan Wu replied.

"Okay," Lin Chengbu nodded, "When do we start? Send the ghosts away in order."

"I said wait for me..." Yuan Wu gritted his teeth.

"You have already started updating today," Lin Chengbu knocked on the glass, "Chapter 1, we are all sending ourselves off."

"Hey..." Yuan Wu's anger turned into helpless ashes, he scratched his hair a few times, "Eat first."

"Okay," Lin Chengbu said, "Do you still want to change equipment? I can still change one."

"Full|naked, no need." Yuan Wu said weakly.

The travel bag that Lin Chengbu brought was full of vegetables, including meat, fish, and vegetables. He even brought two pots and two spatulas.

"I'm not used to your stuff, and besides, you don't have a frying pan," Lin Chengbu said while preparing the ingredients, "Your life is as messy as your hair."

"My hair is not messy." Yuan Wu said.

"Although those of you who write things don't care much about this," Lin Chengbu ignored his answer, "but this is not good for your health..."

"Hey..." Yuan Wu lay down on the boat, pulled a small towel and covered his head.

"You live on the boat and just sleep on the board. Aren't you afraid of getting old and cold?" Lin Cheng was cutting vegetables quickly, but his speech was neither rushed nor slow.

Yuan Wu felt that this was an awesome skill. Generally speaking, the speed of the hands would affect speech, either by following along quickly, or by forgetting what to say.

"Aren't you afraid of the old cold legs?" Lin Chengbu asked again.

"Do you think I can fit a bed in this boat?" Yuan Wu irritably covered the towel and quilt, "Are all those who sleep on tatami with cold legs!"

"There is no water under the tatami." Lin Chengbu said.

"Shut up and cook your dishes," Yuan Wu took an empty cigarette case and smashed it, "Shut up!"

Lin Chengbu stopped making a sound, bowed his head neatly and continued to handle the fish in his hand.

Yuan Wu is quite interested in that fish. Although he lives on the boat, he rarely eats fish because he doesn't know how to cook it, and he is too lazy to cook it.

Lin Chengbu prepared all the raw materials in a short period of time. Yuan Wu glanced at it and couldn't see what the dishes were. He turned on the computer and wanted to see how readers would react to this new story today.

There are a lot of messages, almost the same as before.

Most of them are congratulations on opening the pit, and finally wait for the new pit, sprinkle flowers and the like, and some guess the plot, Yuan Wu is a little more relieved, and slowly swipes his fingers to look down.

After turning two pages, a message flashed in front of him, he glanced at it, and the hand holding the mouse suddenly stopped.

"The story is still written by you at first glance, but I always feel that there is something different. It is inaccurate to say that the narrative style has been greatly changed, and it is still the original language style, but it is slightly different, but there is only one chapter. I can't be sure, so cheer up!"

Yuan Wu stared at this message for a long time, and panicked for a while.

The reader is right, he has revised some places, but very few, very few, only a few sentences, which can't remember, and those who want to avoid that feeling.

A few small details.

He didn't expect that anyone would notice it.

Anxiety surged up immediately, he closed the computer, took out an ice cola and rolled it repeatedly on his face, he couldn't make any more changes, not at all.

"Where to eat?" Lin Chengbu's voice suddenly sounded.

Yuan Wu was startled, and when he came back to his senses, the cola was not steady and hit the instep.

"Hey," he frowned, "eat out."

"Are you injured?" Lin Cheng stepped in step by step, anxiously wanting to reach out.

"Go out! Take off your shoes!" Yuan Wu glared at him.

"Do you want to go out or take off your shoes?" Lin Cheng stood still and didn't dare to move.

"...Go out," Yuan Wu stretched his voice and sighed, "I'm fine."

"Okay," Lin Chengbu stepped out, "bring out the beer."

Three dishes and one soup, braised fish, pork ribs with salt and pepper, shredded cabbage, and shredded pork soup with wild mushrooms.

The utensils for these three dishes and one soup were the pot for him to cook the instant noodles, the bowl for him to eat the instant noodles, one of his cookie tins, and the pot that Lin Chengbu brought.

"If it wasn't for me being a ghost, I knew you weren't a ghost," Lin Chengbu pointed at the things on the table, "I really thought you were a ghost. You don't usually eat, so what are you wearing?"

"Take the pot to eat, or the bowl." Yuan Wu sat on the boat board, and there was only a small stool on the boat. After Lin Chengbu sat, he didn't have to sit. Fortunately, the table was low, and it was suitable to eat on the boat board. .

"If you buy chopsticks, you can get one version. If you don't have chopsticks, you'll have a pair." Lin Chengbu looked at him, removed the stool he was sitting on, and sat on the boat board.

"Well, five pairs at a time." Yuan Wu took the stool and sat on it.

"...Can you not do this?" Lin Chengbu looked up at him.

"What?" Yuan Wu looked down at him.

"How can we communicate like this?" Lin Chengbu said.

"Communication?" Yuan Wu picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of spareribs in his mouth.

"I've been busy with a table of dishes." Lin Chengbu said.

When Yuan Wu bit the ribs, he had a sudden feeling, and suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten a serious meal for a long time.

It's very delicious, it fits his palate unexpectedly, and it's so delicious that his tongue cramps. He took off the small stool and sat on the board.

"How does it taste?" Lin Chengbu opened a can of beer and put it at his feet, the small table could no longer hold anything.

"You shouldn't have been a cook in a small restaurant when you were alive." Yuan Wu took a sip of beer.

"I used to be in that kind of good hotel, and then I changed jobs with my master," Lin Chengbu smiled, "Now... I've been doing it in a private restaurant before I became a ghost."

"No wonder." Yuan Wu took another chopstick and cabbage.

The food is delicious, Yuan Wu's attitude towards Lin Chengbu has eased a little for the time being, he is still irritable, but he is overwhelmed by the food, he can get irritated after eating.

Lin Chengbu didn't talk too much when he was eating, but he didn't eat much.

"You can tell me that new-style ghosts like you eat normally. After all, you all breathe," Yuan Wu said. "You don't need to be so dedicated."

"I really can't eat it," Lin Chengbu took a sip of beer, "I'm tired of smelling the dishes I made."

Yuan Wu didn't say anything else and ate the vegetables slowly.

The capacity of the small refrigerator is not large, and there is not much beer in it. After a while, only the last can is left.

Yuan Wu felt that drinking like this was a long time ago. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember, when was the last time he drank like this, where and with whom.

The state of isolation seems to have come suddenly, and it seems that it has been too long to find the first day again.

"I read the chapter you wrote today," Lin Cheng took a step and squeezed the beer can, "I wanted to ask before."

"Yeah." Yuan Wu responded.

"Those stories you wrote, those ghosts," Lin Chengbu looked at him, "why are they all... suffocating?"

Yuan Wu's hand paused for a while, then took the last spare ribs and chewed it silently.

"Hanging, drowning..." Lin Chengbu said, "Why?"

"Because the process is long, you can experience death." Yuan Wu said.

"There are also many other ways to die without a bang." Lin Chengbu said.

Yuan Wu put down his chopsticks and stared at him for a long time: "Suffocation is the most desperate."