Chapter 520 Don’t Disturb My Study

Lin Mo was thinking about a question while waiting in line.

What does a businessman do when he seeks out a novelist?

Do you want to experience the plot of a horror novel?

That guy can't afford to do it early without any benefit, there must be a reason for doing this.

Lin Mo was not in a hurry.

He has arranged his own ghost spy in the shadow of the businessman. Lin Mo can sense the location of the other party at any time, but this can only be done for the time being.

Meeting the novelist is a must.

The three most famous patients in Ward 4 are the novelist, God and the wise man. Now only the novelist may be a real existence, and the other two patients most likely do not exist.

In this case, I definitely have to get in touch with novelists.

Ten minutes later, the queue arrived.

This house is bigger than Lin Mo imagined.

Very special.

What's special is the light inside.

Very dark.

It was so dark that only an old table could be seen, and a man leaning on the table writing furiously.

A candle as thick as an arm burned on the table.

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

Obviously this house is unusual.

The whole house was wrapped in 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 distort the surrounding environment.

"interesting!"

This is what my mother said.

But it was said through Lin Mo's mouth.

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

The other person's hair was messy and he was wearing glasses as thick as the bottom of a glass bottle. He seemed to be worried about something.

"Which story you want to be in and what role you want to play is up to you. Tell me after you decide."

The novelist doesn't even look up.

I guess he is imagining a new story.

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

The point is to get straight to the point. 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.

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

If you want to understand someone, you need to be in their territory and learn how they speak and act.

Lin Mo plans to do this now.

Lin Mo didn't care whether anyone had made this request before. He made it anyway to see if the novelist could help him achieve what he wanted.

When the novelist who had been conceiving the plot heard this request, he stopped writing and looked up at Lin Mo.

"Okay, close your eyes."

The novelist said something.

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

"Open it!"

A voice came, seemingly far away.

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

The flame of the candle could only illuminate a distance of less than two meters between the table and the surrounding area, and beyond that, 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.

Several pages filled with writing.

Lin Mo picked it up and read it.

"...I am a horror novel writer. I have recently been imagining a horror novel about a madhouse, but I have encountered a bottleneck. How to develop next, my mind is blank. Creation is like this, like a cookie box, sometimes It’s full, sometimes it’s empty…”

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

That's probably it.

Lin Mo understood that these pages were the 'script' and what he was about to experience.

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 made up or if it really happened. If it really happened, it would be interesting."

Lin Mo muttered.

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

He never follows the routine when doing things.

Staying off the beaten track is his motto.

After all, he wasn't really here to experience this kind of plot.

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

In other words, the fire is fire, but the light cannot escape.

"Can this still happen?"

Lin Mo was surprised.

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

A moment later, Lin Mo was already exploring the room holding the chopped candle.

Due to some powerful rule restrictions, no light source can illuminate this room, so basically the people involved in this horror novel can only be restricted to this one table.

And in the dark, there are really scary monsters.

Because the plot on the table makes it very clear.

If the plot says it does, then it must happen. No matter how weird or unbelievable it is, it will still happen.

This is the power of horror novels.

This was Lin Mo's second time experiencing a horror novel, so he knew very well how powerful this power was.

Since the rules of the novel say that other light sources are not allowed, well, we can only remove this only light source.

Lin Mo had already thought about it just now.

If he couldn't cut off the candle, he planned to explore while carrying the table.

After all, the novel doesn't say you can't carry a table around.

Lin Mo’s previous request to the novelist was that it should 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. There seemed to be something terrifying hidden on the bookcases made of black wood. Under the candlelight, there seemed to be a monster lying on the top of the bookshelf.

Lin Mo ignored the monster.

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

Afraid?

Are you kidding? Lin Mo doesn't know what fear is.

If you are afraid, the other party is also afraid.

There are various manuscripts on the bookcases.

And it has been divided into categories.

Lin Mo looked through the candlelight and found a row of books marked 'First Ward' underneath.

"The first ward?"

Lin Mo didn't expect to see anything 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 across the bookshelf, between the books, a grimace appeared.

The other party was looking at Lin Mo.

It turned out that Lin Mo looked like he hadn't seen it.

The grimace then stretched out his hand and grabbed Lin Mo's ankle.

Caught.

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

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

"Are you sick? Can you please stop disturbing my study?"

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