Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 25: Midnight Show (1)
I've run into a troublesome thing.

There is a girl named Zhang Yijuan who is one of my readers. She was frightened when she read my book "Insects". When she saw a stranger, she yelled in horror: "Insects! Insects!"
Her mother took me to court.

My heart is also very sad, after all, it is a young girl.

As a defendant, I visited the girl before going to court.It was a very ordinary residential building. Coincidentally, my family lived in 801, and hers also lived in 801.
It was Zhang Yijuan's mother who opened the door.Her face was haggard.

She looked at the fruit in my hand and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Is this Zhang Yijuan's house?"
"Who are you?"
I am ashamed to say: "I am the author of "Bugs."
The mother's expression turned very ugly, and she said coldly, "Are you okay?"
"I'll come and see her..."
"Can you cure my daughter's disease?" There was a hatred in her eyes: "I tell you, I'm done with this case. It's useless for you!"
After speaking, she will close the door.

I said: "You misunderstood, I just want to talk to her, maybe it will help her condition, the person who tied the bell needs to untie the bell, do you think so?"
The mother thought for a while and stepped away.

I walked in and saw the girl sitting on the bed with a dull face, hugging a teddy bear tightly in her arms, and looking at me blankly.

The strange thing is that she yelled at everyone she saw, but she didn't yell at me.

Although I am not a psychiatrist, I still feel that I can enlighten her.

I sat beside her and said softly: "Yijuan, I am the author of the horror novel "Bugs", and I want to chat with you."
The mother has been standing at the door, looking at me coldly.

I have chatted with many readers, but this is the first time I have encountered this kind of situation, this kind of atmosphere.I feel weird.

"I made up all the stories in that book. I live off my imagination."
The girl was still looking at me blankly.

"It turns out that I am also very timid. When I started writing horror novels, I was very scared, but my spine straightened after I wrote it. I believe that reading horror novels is the same. I am not afraid after reading too many. Look no further."
I try to keep my tone as light as possible.

"As long as the heart is dry, there will be no shadows. Look, the sun is so good outside, I will take you out to bask in the sun..."
Suddenly she pointed straight at my face, her gaze seemed to penetrate my eyes and see directly into my brain: "Bug!"
I looked at her with a smile: "You are wrong, there are no bugs..."
"Bugs! Bugs are crawling out of your head!"
After finishing speaking, she jumped to the ground and threw herself into her mother's arms in horror. . . . . .

In the end, I left her home sadly.

As soon as I went downstairs, I met an old lady, she looked like a nosy and enthusiastic old lady, she winked and pulled me aside, and whispered: "Young man, I live opposite Zhang's house, just now you knocked I heard her door, let me tell you, the girl from the Zhang family had a history of mental illness, but she doesn't often suffer from illness..."
On the day of the court hearing, I went.

Hundreds of seats were filled with people, and there were many media reporters.

The mother hired an attorney, and she herself has been sitting in the plaintiff's box and crying.

The plaintiff asked me to compensate Zhang Yijuan for mental damage of 10 yuan.

As I defended myself in court, there was an uproar in the audience.I know, it was directed at me, and everyone sympathizes with the victim.

I did not say that Zhang Yijuan has a history of mental illness, I have no evidence.

Court adjourned.

I have been sitting in the dock without moving.

After urgent consultations in the collegiate hall, the verdict was finally pronounced: the plaintiff claimed 10 yuan for mental damage from the defendant, but the court did not support it. . . . . .

I won the case, but I was not in a good mood.In those days, I haven't written anything.

Zhang Yijuan is my reader, and she spent her money to buy only my book in a bookstore with a sea of ​​books.This is a kind of fate.

However, something happened now, and my readers and I immediately became enemies, and began to blame and fight each other. . . . . .

Finally, I came to Zhang Yijuan's house again, put the passbook of the manuscript fee for the book "Insects" on Zhang Yijuan's bedside, and then left sadly.

I didn't tell anyone about it.

Half a year later, Beijing People's Broadcasting Station's Art Channel, FM 87.6 MHz, began broadcasting my horror novel at midnight.

Then Suburban TV was inspired to create China's first midnight TV show, broadcasting my horror novels every Friday night.

The speaker is Yiwen, who is also the director.

When he was planning this show, he once had a long talk with me and wanted me to give him some ideas.

We met in a bar near the TV station.That bar is called the foul language bar, and there are very few people.

There are three people in total, Yiwen, me, and a cameraman from the TV station.

That day, I was very excited, drank a lot of wine, and talked about a lot of ideas.

There are several reasons for this, one is that they pay the bill for drinking, the other is that the camera is a very beautiful woman, and the third is that my horror novels can expand a part of the audience again.

To sum it up, here are my total comments:

For horror stories, the way of telling them must be innovative and completely break the tradition.It can't be like commenting on storytelling, and it can't be like reciting beautiful essays.We are tired of hearing that tone.

My idea of ​​a horror storyteller is one with a dark mouth.

gas. . . . . .

Yiwen interjected: "What is a dark tone?"
(End of this chapter)