I have a full-time hero system

Chapter 348 Manuscripts
At this moment, in Liang Shuping's eyes, the character on the screen was no longer An Jun.

But a girl whose real life is quite unsatisfactory.

The movie goes on.

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Tang Mu's parents died when they participated in archaeological operations in the early years, leaving her alone.

If it weren't for her grandma, maybe her childhood would have been spent in an orphanage.

Grandma is a devout believer.

God is the absolute light in her heart.

Unfortunately, this belief was not passed on to Tang Mu.

Listening to grandma's whispered prayer, her eyes fell on the family photos on the table.

The corner of the mouth curled up slightly: "So, where was the god at that time."

If there really were gods, her parents wouldn't have died.

This was the only thought she had when she was only five years old, looking at her parents' remains.

Tang Mu is a novel editor in charge of a publishing house.

Her work ability is average and she is not liked by her boss.

There are only a handful of writers who write books.

Not to mention, now something is wrong.

"Guo Ziming hasn't handed in manuscripts for a long time," the editor-in-chief called her to the office, "I didn't answer my phone calls, and no one was there when I went to his house. If I don't hand in my manuscripts, when will his book be published?"

Guo Ziming, a best-selling novelist, is also the only author Tang Mu can afford.

There is no comparison with rushing to the street.

"Editor-in-chief, I will urge you as soon as possible." Tang Mu whispered.

"What I want is not verbal words," the editor-in-chief threw a letter in front of her, "You can read it."

This letter was opened and addressed to the editor-in-chief.

It was Guo Ziming who wrote the letter, in which he stated that he needed to find inspiration.

As for the first volume of the book, the manuscript has been sent to Tang Mu.

"You'd better implement it immediately." The editor-in-chief issued an order.

Tang Mu frowned, she couldn't remember when Guo Ziming gave her the manuscript.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally remembered the package I received two days ago.

She hadn't had time to open it yet.

Realizing this, she was not in the slightest at work today.

Open Guo Ziming's micro circle casually, the text displayed in the last message is also very strange.
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Do you believe in miracles?

What the hell, Tang Mu couldn't help shaking his head.

After getting off work, she returned home a little tired.

Her exhaustion is the helpless loss of life and pessimism about her future.

In her twenties, she was already depressed.

She was not in the mood to eat, and returned to her room, her gaze fell on the package on the corner of the table.

After opening it, what I saw was a stack of papers.

On the top one, there are three large characters of "believers".

This is Guo Ziming's latest work.

The amount of paper seems to be a lot, but after flipping through it, Tang Mu discovered that there are actually not many words.

On some pieces of paper, there were only a few lines written sparsely.

Turning to the back, she scanned it, and obviously didn't write the ending.

This is an incomplete manuscript.

Tang Mu sorted out the manuscripts, and it was useless for her to take incomplete things.

The editor-in-chief wanted the whole book.

Therefore, the key issue is to find Guo Ziming.

The writer who went looking for inspiration.

Tang Mu noticed that the sending address on the package was a small town in a nearby city.

After much hesitation, she asked the editor-in-chief for leave and went to that small village.

By the time we arrived, the sky had already darkened.

There was an accident.

Tang Mu's car broke down.

She had to stop and open the hood.

Trying to see what went wrong, I accidentally burned my right hand.

In panic, another car stopped.

"Do you need help?" The car window fell, revealing the face of a middle-aged uncle.

Tang Mu was overjoyed.

The middle-aged uncle got out of the car and kindly helped to repair it.

"Are you going to Wuzhen?" He asked casually.

"How far is it?" It was already dark around, and there were no street lights in this area, so Tang Mu couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"A few hours," the middle-aged uncle put the front cover on with a smile, "Be careful when driving."

Tang Mu was stunned.

"Wuzhen, as the name suggests, there is often a lot of fog," the middle-aged uncle smiled and pointed to the front, "If you get lost, you won't be able to get out."

Tang Mu thanked her, and she watched the middle-aged uncle drive away, while she continued on her journey.

Sure enough, it didn't take long, and even with the high beams on, there was nothing but white flowers in front of my eyes.

There is thick fog everywhere.

She had to slow down.

But even so, she seemed to see a figure in front of her in the flickering lights.

A passing figure.

She turned the steering wheel urgently and stepped on the brakes.

The sharp sound pierced the tranquility of this area.

"Boom—" Then the car hit something.

Tang Mu in the car couldn't help taking a breath, the collision caused severe pain.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and opened the car door.

Turn on the spare flashlight and shoot around.

It's all white and thick fog.

Can't see anything.

Tang Mu's face was pale, and she moved cautiously.

But even so, she still made a mistake and fell to her knees on the ground.

"damn it!"

There is a puddle underfoot.

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The reporters who were going to sleep in the back row of the movie theater all woke up.

The cool tone has a bit of gray color, and there is almost no picture of background music, and the occasional sound from time to time greatly mobilized their adrenal hormones.

Coupled with the inside of the empty and dark movie theater, there is a creepy feeling.

In this world, there are no suspenseful horror movies.

Life is already difficult, and most of the movies are relaxed and positive.

Thick theme, few people go to touch.

Not to mention the weird atmosphere so deliberately created.

The young men and women who came in from behind couldn't help screaming the moment Tang Mu fell.

This made Liang Shuping, who was immersed in the plot, his heart beat faster.

What the hell is going on.

Why can it mobilize the emotions of the audience so much.

Such a thought flashed across Liang Shuping's mind.

However, he didn't have time to think about it carefully, and the plot continued to advance, which made him feel different again.

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In the vast white world, Tang Mu was alone.

The high beams of the cars next to me flashed meaninglessly.

Seven or eight meters that cannot penetrate the dense fog.

Wherever you go, it seems to be the same.

At the beginning, Tang Mu still had the courage to move forward tentatively.

But soon her cowardice and timidity were exposed.

The sky began to drizzle, and her hair and skirt were completely soaked.

Trembling back into the car.

With the help of the light inside, she shouted together: "Dad, Mom, where are you?"

she murmured.

At the end, when she was overwhelmed by sleepiness, she could vaguely hear: "God... Where is it..."

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Liang Shuping's eyes suddenly lit up.

The girl on the screen who does not believe in gods is finally alone with no way out.

Shout out the gods!
This movie is not just using horror and suspense to mobilize emotions!

(End of this chapter)